“Turn you to the strong hold.” Zech. 9. 12
J. Kent L.M.
1
Prisoners of hope, to Jesus turn;
He’s a Strong-hold, ordained for you;
Gird up your loins, and cease to mourn,
And to the Lamb your way pursue.
2
Though fast in Sinai’s fetters bound,
Held in the deepest bondage there,
Yet ’tis the gospel’s joyful sound:
“Sinners, to this Strong-hold repair.”
3
Turn hither, ye who once were blessed
With life the ways of God to run;
But now whose hearts are sore distressed,
Because those golden hours are gone.
4
Turn hither, ye who oft have tried,
By works, salvation to obtain;
See royal robes your shame to hide,
And blood that takes out every stain.
5
His name a tower for strength renowned,
Shall save his people from their sin;
Free grace shall o’er their sins abound;
Ye fearing, doubting souls, turn in.
