The sinner that, by precious faith,

The sinner that, by precious faith,
Has felt his sins forgiven,
Is manifestly passed from death,
And sealed an heir of heaven.

Though thousand snares enclose his feet,
Not one shall hold him fast;
Whatever dangers he may meet,
He shall get safe at last.

Not as the world the Saviour gives;
He is no fickle friend;
Whom once he loves he never leaves,
But loves him to the end.

The spirit that would this truth withstand,
Would pull God's temple down,
Wrest Jesus' sceptre from his hands,
And spoil him of his crown.

Satan might then full victory boast;
The church might wholly fall;
If one believer may be lost,
It follows, so may all.

But Christ in every age has proved
His purchase firm and true;
If this foundation be removed,
What shall the righteous do?

Brethren, by this, your claim, abide -
This title to your bliss;
Whatever loss you bear beside,
O never give up this.