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1 My God, what silken cords are thine!
How soft, and yet how strong!
While power, and truth, and love combine
To draw our souls along.
2 Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the yoke
Of satan and of sin:
Thy hand the iron bondage broke,
Our worthless hearts to win.
3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And grace, when first the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.
4 Comfort thro' all this vale of tears
In rich profusion flows,
And glory of unnumber'd years
Eternity bestows.
5 Drawn by such cords we onward move,
"Till round thy throne we meet;
And captives in the chains of love,
Embrace our Conqueror's feet.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | My God, what silken cords are thine! |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1825 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
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