A poem by Joseph Hart on atonementt: O ye sons of men be wise, trust no longer dreams and lies, Out of Christ, almighty powr can do nothing but devour. God you say is good. Tis true. But hes pure and holy too; just and jealous is his ire, burning with vindictive fire. This of old himself declared: Israel trembled when they heard. But the proof of proofs indeed is he sent his Son to bleed. When the blessed Jesus died God was clearly justified: Sin to pardon without blood never in his nature stood. Worship God, then, in his Son, there hes love and there alone. Think not that he will, or may, pardon any other way. See the suffring Son of God, panting, groaning, sweating blood! Brethren, this had never been had not God detested sin. Be his mercy therefore sought in the way himself has taught: There his clemency is such, we can never trust too much. He that better knows than we, bids us all to Jesus flee. Humbly take him at his Word and your souls will bless the Lord!
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 05:29:19 +0000
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