The Hartford Selection of Hymns ‎#CXXXVII

CXXXVII. A young convert falling into darkness

1 When converts first begin to sing
Their happy souls are on the wing;
Their theme is all redeeming love,
Fain would they be with Christ above.

2 With admiration they behold
The love of Christ that can't be told,
They view themselves upon the shore,
And think the battle all is o'er.

3 They feel themselves quite free from pain,
And think their enemies are slain;
They make no doubt but all is well,
And Satan is cast down to hell.

4 They wonder why old saints don't sing,
And make the heav'nly arches ring,
Ring with melodious joyful sound,
Because a prodigal is found.

5 But 'tis not long before they feel
Their feeble souls begin to reel,
They think their former hopes are vain,
For they are bound in Satan's chain.

6 The morning that did shine so bright,
Is turned to the shades of night;
Their hearts that did with music sing,
Are now untun'd in ev'ry string.

7 O! foolish child, why didst thou boast
In the enlargement of thy coast?
Why dost thou think to fly away,
Before thou leav'st this feeble clay?

8 Come take up arms and face the field,
Come gird on harness, sword and shield,
Stand fast in faith, fight for your king,
And soon the vict'ry you shall win.

9 When Satan comes to tempt your minds,
Then meet him with these blessed lines:
For Christ our Lord has swept the field,
And we're determin'd not to yield.

Text Information

• First Line: When converts first begin to sing
• Title: A young convert falling into darkness
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1799
• Topic: Convert: Young in darkness

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