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Isaac Watts - Hymn 141Isaac Watts - Hymn 141
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Faith assisted by sense; or, Preaching, baptism, and the Lord`s supper. My Savior God, my Sovereign Prince, Reigns far above the skies; But brings his graces down to sense, And helps my faith to rise. My eyes and cars shall bless his name, They read and hear his word; My touch and taste shall do the same When they receive the Lord. Baptismal water is designed To seal his cleansing grace, While at his feast of bread and wine He gives his saints a place. But not the waters of a flood Can make my flesh so clean, As by his Spirit and his blood He`ll wash my soul from sin. Not choicest meats, or noblest wines, So much my heart refresh, As when my faith goes through the signs, And feeds upon his flesh. I love the Lord that stoops so low To give his word a seal; But the rich grace his hands bestow Exceeds the figures still.
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