THE FIRM BANK | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Apr 11, 1854

THE FIRM BANK.

Therefore I say unto you, what things soever ye desire, when ye pray, BELIEVE that ye receive them, and ye SHALL have them. Mark xi, 24.

I HAVE a never failing bank, A more than golden store; No earthly bank is half so rich— How can I then be poor!

'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?

"Why live so niggardly and poor— Your bank contains a plenty? Why come and take a dollar bill! When you might have a twenty?

"Yes, twenty thousand, ten times told, Is but a trifling sum, To what your Father has laid up, Secure in God his Son."

Since then my Banker is so rich, I have no cause to borrow: I'll live upon my cash to-day, And draw again to-morrow.

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 proud, I've managed things so clever! But ah! before the day was gone I've felt as poor as ever!

If you should 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's not a single note will pass, That God has not accepted.

'Tis only those beloved of God, Redeem'd by precious blood; That ever had a note to bring— These are the gifts of God.

Tho' thousand ransonied souls may say They have no notes at all— Because they feel the plague of sin, So ruin'd them by the fall.

This bank is full of precious notes, All sign'd, and seal'd, and free— Tho' many doubting souls may say, There is not one for me.

Base unbelief will lead the child To say what is not true; I tell the soul who feels self-lost These notes belong to you.

The leper had a little note— "Lord, if thou wilt thou can!" The Banker cash'd his little note, And healed the sickly man.

We read of one young man indeed, Whose riches did abound, But in the Banker's book of grace This man was never found.

But see the wretched dying thief, Hang by the Banker's side, He cried, "Dear Lord, remember me," He got his cash—and died.