I Find Myself Placed In A State Of Proba
I find myself placed in a state of probation,
Which God has commanded us well to improve,
And I am resolved to regard all his precepts,
And on in the way of obedience to move.
I know I must go through great tribulation,
And many sore conflicts on every hand;
But grace will support and comfort my spirit,
And I shall be able for ever to stand.
I’m Called to contend with the powers of darkness,
And many sore conflicts I have to pass through;
O Jesus, be with me in every battle,
And help me my enemies all to subdue;
If thou, gracious Lord, will only be with me,
To aid and direct me, then all will be right;
Apollyon, with all his powerful forces,
In thy name and thy strength I shall soon put to flight.
And when I must cross the cold stream of Jordan,
I’ll bid all my sorrows a final adieu,
And hasten away to the land of sweet Canaan,
Where, Christians, I hope I shall there meet with you.
That rest into which my soul shall then enter,
Is perfectly glorious, and never shall end–
A rest of exemption from warfare and labor,
A rest in the bosom of Jesus, my friend.
And more than exemption from fighting and hardship
My gracious redeemer will grant unto me;
A portion of bliss he has promised to give me,
And true to that promise he surely will be.
Yes, I shall receive and always inherit
A happy reception and truly divine.
For which all the praises and glory, my Savior
Are due unto thee, and shall ever be thine.