You know, there are just not many people writing songs with as theologically adept words as there used to be. Joseph Hart wrote many wonderful hymns, but I was just listening to IG's version of, "Come, Ye Sinners" while I was studying and was arrested by this verse again:
Come, Ye Sinners (Jordan):
"Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you, this He gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam."
There is such wonderful hope in the Gospel!
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