The following quaint verses are supposed to have been written by Roland Hill at a time when public credit in Great Britain was shaken by the failure of several banks.
I have a never-failing bank,A more than golden store;No earthly bank is half so rich;How, then, can I be poor?'Tis when my stock is spent and goneAnd I without a groat,I'm glad to hasten to my bankAnd beg a little note.Sometimes my Banker, smiling, says:"Why don't you oftener come?And when you draw a little note,Why not a larger sum?"Why live so niggardly and poor?Your bank contains a plenty.Why come and take a one-pound note,When you might have a twenty?"Yea, twenty thousand ten times toldIs but a trifling sumTo what your Father has laid upSecure in Christ, his Son."Since, then, my Banker is so rich,I have no cause to borrow;I'll live upon my cash today,And draw again tomorrow.I've been a thousand times before,And never was rejected;Sometimes my Banker gives me moreThan asked for or expected.Sometimes I've felt a little proudI've managed things so clever;But ah! before the day is goneI've felt as poor as ever.Should all the banks in Britain break,And that of England smash,Bring in your notes to Zion's bank;You'll surely have your cash.And if you have but one small note,Fear not to bring it in;Come boldly to the bank of Grace;The Banker is within.All forged notes will be refused;Man-merits are rejected;There not a single note will passThat God has not accepted.This bank is full of precious notes,All signed and sealed and free,Though many a doubting soul may say,"There is not one for me."The leper had a little note—"Lord, if you will you can";The Banker cashed this little note,And healed the sickly man.We read of one young man, indeed,Whose riches did abound;But in this Banker's book of graceThis man was never found.But see the wretched dying thiefHang by the Banker's side;He cried, "Dear Lord, remember me";He got his cash and died.
I have a never-failing bank,A more than golden store;No earthly bank is half so rich;How, then, can I be poor?
I have a never-failing bank,
A more than golden store;
No earthly bank is half so rich;
How, then, can I be poor?
'Tis when my stock is spent and goneAnd I without a groat,I'm glad to hasten to my bankAnd beg a little note.
'Tis when my stock is spent and gone
And I without a groat,
I'm glad to hasten to my bank
And beg a little note.
Sometimes my Banker, smiling, says:"Why don't you oftener come?And when you draw a little note,Why not a larger sum?
Sometimes my Banker, smiling, says:
"Why don't you oftener come?
And when you draw a little note,
Why not a larger sum?
"Why live so niggardly and poor?Your bank contains a plenty.Why come and take a one-pound note,When you might have a twenty?
"Why live so niggardly and poor?
Your bank contains a plenty.
Why come and take a one-pound note,
When you might have a twenty?
"Yea, twenty thousand ten times toldIs but a trifling sumTo what your Father has laid upSecure in Christ, his Son."
"Yea, twenty thousand ten times told
Is but a trifling sum
To what your Father has laid up
Secure in Christ, his Son."
Since, then, my Banker is so rich,I have no cause to borrow;I'll live upon my cash today,And draw again tomorrow.
Since, then, my Banker is so rich,
I have no cause to borrow;
I'll live upon my cash today,
And draw again tomorrow.
I've been a thousand times before,And never was rejected;Sometimes my Banker gives me moreThan asked for or expected.
I've been a thousand times before,
And never was rejected;
Sometimes my Banker gives me more
Than asked for or expected.
Sometimes I've felt a little proudI've managed things so clever;But ah! before the day is goneI've felt as poor as ever.
Sometimes I've felt a little proud
I've managed things so clever;
But ah! before the day is gone
I've felt as poor as ever.
Should all the banks in Britain break,And that of England smash,Bring in your notes to Zion's bank;You'll surely have your cash.
Should all the banks in Britain break,
And that of England smash,
Bring in your notes to Zion's bank;
You'll surely have your cash.
And if you have but one small note,Fear not to bring it in;Come boldly to the bank of Grace;The Banker is within.
And if you have but one small note,
Fear not to bring it in;
Come boldly to the bank of Grace;
The Banker is within.
All forged notes will be refused;Man-merits are rejected;There not a single note will passThat God has not accepted.
All forged notes will be refused;
Man-merits are rejected;
There not a single note will pass
That God has not accepted.
This bank is full of precious notes,All signed and sealed and free,Though many a doubting soul may say,"There is not one for me."
This bank is full of precious notes,
All signed and sealed and free,
Though many a doubting soul may say,
"There is not one for me."
The leper had a little note—"Lord, if you will you can";The Banker cashed this little note,And healed the sickly man.
The leper had a little note—
"Lord, if you will you can";
The Banker cashed this little note,
And healed the sickly man.
We read of one young man, indeed,Whose riches did abound;But in this Banker's book of graceThis man was never found.
We read of one young man, indeed,
Whose riches did abound;
But in this Banker's book of grace
This man was never found.
But see the wretched dying thiefHang by the Banker's side;He cried, "Dear Lord, remember me";He got his cash and died.
But see the wretched dying thief
Hang by the Banker's side;
He cried, "Dear Lord, remember me";
He got his cash and died.