Spirit of Adoption. Rom. 8. 15
J. Berridge S.M.
1
Well, canst thou read thy heart,
And feel the plague of sin?
Does Sinai’s thunder make thee start,
And conscience roar within?
2
Expect to find no balm
On nature’s barren ground;
All human medicines will do harm;
They only skin the wound.
3
To Jesus Christ repair,
And knock at mercy’s gate;
His blood alone can wash thee fair,
And make thy conscience sweet.
4
In season due he seals
A pardon on the breast;
The wounds of sin his Spirit heals,
And brings the gospel-rest.
5
[So comes the peace of God,
Which cheers the conscience well;
And love shed in the heart abroad,
More sweet than we can tell.]
6
Adopted sons perceive
Their kindred to the sky;
The Father’s pardoning love receive,
And “Abba, Father,” cry.
