Classic Poem

When some sweet promise warms our hear
And cheers us under heavy care,
It is the Spirit's gracious part
To take that word and fix it there.

'Twas he that turn'd our hearts away
From love of sin and hateful strife;
His all-creating beams display
The dawn of everlasting life.

'Tis he that brings us comfort down
When we complain and mourn for sin;
And, while he shews our heav'nly crown,
Assures us sin no more shall reign.

Our great High Priest before the throne
Presents the merits of his blood;
For our acceptance pleads his own,
And proves our cause completely good.

When prayer or praise attempt to rise,
And fain would reach Jehovah's ear,
His all-prevailing sacrifice
Perfumes and makes it welcome there.