<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412660" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn 140</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A living and a dead faith. Collected from several scriptures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n,<br>And make their empty boast<br>Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,<br>While they are slaves to lust!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain are our fancies, airy flights,<br>If faith be cold and dead;<br>None but a living power unites<br>To Christ the living head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis faith that changes all the heart;<br>'Tis faith that works by love;<br>That bids all sinful joys depart,<br>And lifts the thoughts above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell<br>By a celestial power;<br>This is the grace that shall prevail<br>In the decisive hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Faith must obey her Father's will,<br>As well as trust his grace;<br>A pard'ning God is jealous still<br>For his own holiness.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When from the curse he sets us free,<br>He makes our natures clean;<br>Nor would he send his Son to be<br>The minister of sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[His Spirit purifies our frame,<br>And seals our peace with God;<br>Jesus and his salvation came<br>By water and by blood.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412660" data-title="Hymn 140 de Isaac Watts" data-description="A living and a dead faith. Collected from several scriptures. Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust! Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold..."></div> </div> </div>

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