Deluded souls! that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiv’n,
While they are slaves to lust!
Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living Head.
The faith which new-creates the heart,
And works by active love.
Will bid all sinful joys depart,
And lift the thoughts above.
God from the curse has set us free
To make us pure within;
Nor did he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.
