THE GOSPEL APPLICATION.
By N. W. Vincent
Doth God so pure, so great and good,
Love me who have his grace withstood?
Can He, to whom all things are known,
Claim one so guilty, vile, his own? “We are his offspring,” wilt thou dare
To think for thee he hath no care?
Midst rain and sunshine freely given,
Wilt thou thus doubt the grace of Heaven? “God loved the world;” O trembling heart,
Art thou not of the world a part?
Christ did no sin for which to die,
Why did he die? my soul, oh! why? For all mankind was Christ made sin,
Canst thou, my mind, this truth take in?
Not for a part, but for the whole;
Will grace like that reach thee, my soul? “Freely for all”—yes, now I see
Christ died in love for even me;
My sins were on his body laid,
His blood as price for me was paid. Then I am Christ’s, to him I’ll live,
Who did himself for me thus give;
Praise God! Oh! may his Spirit given
Draw all our hearts to Christ and Heaven.