Tell Me Ye Happy Happy Few
Tell me, ye happy, happy few,
What is the theme that suits you best?
Do you advert to native worth,
Or build your hopes on duties past?
If you are blind, and poor, and lost,
Speak ye of light, and joy, and peace?
“O yes (methinks you all reply)
“Sinners alone will bow to grace.”
Christ is the theme, the only theme,
Of all the ransom’d heirs of God;
His life alone the law fulfill’d,
And saints were purchas’d with his blood.
How sweet the moments glide away
When Jesus deigns to be a guest;
When humble souls their joys reveal,
And lean, enraptur’d, on his breast.
Like drops of water, pure and free,
We mingle all our joys and fears;
The gloom of conscious guilt recedes,
And hope looks smiling through our tears.