81. MAN WITHOUT REVELATION.(notes)Poor man without God's heav'nly glorious lightBy ev'ry lie is cheated to his woe,—As hist'ry of the world doth fully show,—His reason shrouded in the thickest night.But when the Truth beams on his purged sight,Instant are fled all wild'ring shapes below,Whose terrors waken'd all his spirit's throe:Thus chang'd the scene where shines the Gospel bright.Alas, my brother, art thou then so wise,Thou know'st the Gospel false? And dost thou chooseTo put to hazard yon, blue, blessed skies,And all, that God can give, wilt madly lose?Keen voice from one, now lost among the dead,I hear,—"Ah! whither has thy Reason fled?"
81. MAN WITHOUT REVELATION.(notes)
Poor man without God's heav'nly glorious lightBy ev'ry lie is cheated to his woe,—As hist'ry of the world doth fully show,—His reason shrouded in the thickest night.But when the Truth beams on his purged sight,Instant are fled all wild'ring shapes below,Whose terrors waken'd all his spirit's throe:Thus chang'd the scene where shines the Gospel bright.Alas, my brother, art thou then so wise,Thou know'st the Gospel false? And dost thou chooseTo put to hazard yon, blue, blessed skies,And all, that God can give, wilt madly lose?Keen voice from one, now lost among the dead,I hear,—"Ah! whither has thy Reason fled?"
Poor man without God's heav'nly glorious light
By ev'ry lie is cheated to his woe,—
As hist'ry of the world doth fully show,—
His reason shrouded in the thickest night.
But when the Truth beams on his purged sight,
Instant are fled all wild'ring shapes below,
Whose terrors waken'd all his spirit's throe:
Thus chang'd the scene where shines the Gospel bright.
Alas, my brother, art thou then so wise,
Thou know'st the Gospel false? And dost thou choose
To put to hazard yon, blue, blessed skies,
And all, that God can give, wilt madly lose?
Keen voice from one, now lost among the dead,
I hear,—"Ah! whither has thy Reason fled?"