Homeless was my blessed Saviour,
Patient, too, mid all his grief;
Why be downcast, and, desponding,
When he’ll freely give relief? PSAS 43.5
Oh, ‘tis not that I am homeless,
Nor that I am suffering pain;
But my Saviour seems hid from me,
And my hope does not sustain. PSAS 43.6
I would daily have the witness,
That my dear Redeemer lives;
That he’s interceding for me,
And my every blessing gives. PSAS 44.1
Live then for this blest approval,
Not one sin allow a place;
God commands us to be holy,
While we run the Christian race. PSAS 44.2
He is holy who hath called you;
So be ye, in word and deed;
To enjoy the Saviour’s presence,
We must to our ways take heed. PSAS 44.3
None can have this full salvation,
While to one known sin a slave;
Jesus came to free and pardon,
And from sin his people save. PSAS 44.4
Fearless then go forth to battle,
Conquering sin through Christ the Lord;
He’ll assist while we’re obedient
To the teachings of his word. PSAS 44.5
Glorious conquests have been witnessed;
God for ever is the same;
We may all be strong and mighty,
Though his great and holy name. PSAS 44.6