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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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