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The Testimony of Divine Adoption

How happy are the new–born race,

Partakers of adopting grace!

How pure the bliss they share!

Hid from the world and all its eyes,

Within their heart the blessing lies,

And conscience feels it there.

The moment we believe, 'tis ours;

And if we love with all our powers

The God from whom it came;

And if we serve with hearts sincere,

'Tis still discernible and clear,

An undisputed claim.

But, ah! if foul and wilful sin

Stain and dishonour us within,

Farewell the joy we knew;

Again the slaves of nature's sway,

In labyrinths of our own we stray,

Without a guide or clue.

The chaste and pure, who fear to grieve

The gracious Spirit they receive,

His work distinctly trace;

And, strong in undissembling love,

Boldly assert and clearly prove

Their hearts his dwelling–place.

Oh, messenger of dear delight,

Whose voice dispels the deepest night,

Sweet peace–proclaiming Dove!

With thee at hand, to soothe our pains,

No wish unsatisfied remains,

No task but that of love.

'Tis love unites what sin divides;

The centre, where all bliss resides;

To which the soul once brought,

Reclining on the first great cause,

From his abounding sweetness draws

Peace passing human thought.

Sorrow forgoes its nature there,

And life assumes a tranquil air,

Divested of its woes;

There sovereign goodness soothes the breast,

Till then incapable of rest,

In sacred sure repose.

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