7s.
1
A believer free from care,
May in chains or dungeons sing,
If the Lord be with him there,
And be happier than a king.
2
Paul and Silas thus confined,
Though their backs were torn by whips,
Yet, possessing peace of mind.
Sung His praise with joyful lips.
3
Suddenly the prison shook,
Open flew the iron doors;
And the jailer, terror-struck,
Now his captives’ help implores.
4
Trembling at their feet he fell,
“Tell me, sirs, what must I do,
To be saved from guilt and hell?
None can tell me this but you.”
5
“Look to Jesus,” they replied;
“If on Him thou canst believe,
By the death which He hath died,
Thou salvation shalt receive.”
6
While the living word he heard,
Faith sprang up within his heart;
And, released from all he feared,
In their joy his soul had part.
7
Sinners, Christ is still the same,
O that you could likewise fear!
Then the mention of His Name
Would be music to your ear.
