I’ve tasted of my Saviour’s grace;

I’ve felt His love to Adam’s race.

And now I covet,

To have more of it.

Lift up Thy shining face.

 

He died to bring me to the fold,

And what I owe can not be told.

I’m therefore pining,

For His refining;

Where I’ll come forth as gold.

 

Let my experience propound

That God’s forgiveness is profound.

And now my craving,

Is for the saving,

Of souls by darkness bound.

My Saviour speaks in gentle tones,

And yet it breaks the hardest stones.

And I desire,

To have a fire,

That burns within my bones.

 

~Ezra Brainard, January 2014

 

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