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Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven,
And boast of joys within,
Of hope, and trust, and guilt forgiven,
While they are slaves to sin.
Vain are our fancy�s airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living faith unites
To Christ, the living Head.
�Tis faith that changes all the heart,
�Tis faith that works by love;
That make the love of sin depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
Faith must obey her Father�s will,
As well as trust his grace;
A pardoning God is jealous still,
For his own holiness.
When from the curse he sets us free,
He makes our nature clean;
Nor would he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.
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