Zaccheus Climbed The Tree
Zaccheus climb’d the tree,
and thought himself unknown:
But how surpriz’d was he,
When Jesus call’d him down!
The Lord beheld him, tho’ conceal’d,
And by a word his pow’r reveal’d.
Wonder and joy at once
Were painted in his face;
“Does he my name pronounce,
And does he know my case?
Will Jesus deign with me to dine?
Lord, I, with all I have, am thine.
Thus, where the gospel’s preach’d,
And sinners come to hear:
The hearts of some are reach’d,
Before they are aware:
The word directly speaks to them,
And seems to point them out by name.
Oft brings them in the way,
Only the man to see,
And hear what he can say;
But how the sinner starts to find,
The preacher knows his inmost mind.
His long forgotten thoughts,
Are brought again in view,
And all his secret thoughts
Reveal’d in public too,
Tho’ compass’d with a croud about,
The searching word has found him out.
While thus distressing pain
And sorrow fills the heart;
He hears a voice again,
That bids his fears depart;
Then like Zaccheus he is blest,
And Jesus deigns to be his guest.
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