Zechariah IV. 7, &C: The same

O Great mountain, who art thou,
That darest my God defy?
Thou shalt tremble, stoop, and bow,
When Jesus but draws nigh:
When He to my heart comes in,
Thou shalt there no longer be;
From that hour, Indwelling Sin,
Thou hast no place in me.

As a grain of mustard-seed
If faith in Christ I have,
From all sin I shall be freed;
I know my Lord will save
Me from all iniquity;
Faith shall move the mountain load,
Cast it out into the sea
Of His all-cleansing blood.

Who hath slighted or contemn'd
The day of feeble things?
I shall be by grace redeem'd,
"Tis grace salvation brings:
Ready now my Saviour stands;
Him I now rejoice to see
With the plummet in His hands,
To build and finish me.

I right early shall awake,
And see the perfect day;
Soon the Lamb of God shall take
My inbred sin away:
When to me my Lord shall come,
Sin for ever shall depart;
Jesus takes up all the room
In a believing heart.

Son of God, arise, arise,
And to Thy temple come;
Look, and with Thy flaming eyes
The Man of Sin consume;
Slay him with Thy Spirit, Lord,
Reign Thou in my heart alone;
Speak the sanctifying word,
And seal me all Thine own.