Reigning Grace. Eph. 2. 10; Tit. 2. 11, 12; 3. 8, 14
I. Watts C.M.
As new-born babes desire the breast,
To feed, and grow, and thrive;
So saints with joy the gospel taste,
And by the gospel live.
[With inward gust their heart approves
All that the Word relates.
They love the men the Father loves,
And hate the works he hates.]
[Not all the chains that tyrants use
Shall bind their souls to vice;
Faith, like a conqueror, can produce
A thousand victories.]
[Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin.]
Not by the terrors of a slave,
Do they perform his will;
But with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfil.
Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine.
Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.
There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say, “My Father, God,”
With an unwavering tongue.