An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penitential Cries
Salvation comes by Christ alone, The only Son of God; Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word. Dear Jesus, we would fly to Thee, And leave off every Sin, Thy tender Mercy well agree; Salvation from our King. Salvation comes now from the Lord, Our victorious King. His holy Name be well ador'd, Salvation surely bring. Dear Jesus, give thy Spirit now, Thy Grace to every Nation, That han't the Lord to whom we bow, The Author of Salvation. Dear Jesus, unto Thee we cry, Give us the Preparation; Turn not away thy tender Eye; We seek thy true Salvation. Salvation comes from God we know, The true and only One; It's well agreed and certain true, He gave his only Son. Lord, hear our penetential Cry: Salvation from above; It is the Lord that doth supply, With his Redeeming Love. Dear Jesus, by thy precious Blood, The World Redemption have: Salvation now comes from the Lord, He being thy captive slave. Dear Jesus, let the Nations cry, And all the People say, Salvation comes from Christ on high, Haste on Tribunal Day. We cry as Sinners to the Lord, Salvation to obtain; It is firmly fixed, his holy Word, Ye shall not cry in vain. Dear Jesus, unto Thee we cry, And make our Lamentation: O let our Prayers ascend on high; We felt thy Salvation. Lord, turn our dark benighted Souls; Give us a true Motion, And let the Hearts of all the World, Make Christ their Salvation. Ten Thousand Angels cry to Thee, Yea, louder than the Ocean. Thou art the Lord, we plainly see; Thou art the true Salvation. Now is the Day, excepted Time; The Day of the Salvation; Increase your Faith, do not repine: Awake ye, every Nation. Lord, unto whom now shall we go, Or seek a safe abode? Thou has the Word Salvation Too, The only Son of God. Ho! every one that hunger hath, Or pineth after me, Salvation be thy leading Staff, To set the Sinner free. Dear Jesus, unto Thee we fly; Depart, depart from Sin, Salvation doth at length supply, The Glory of our King. Come, ye Blessed of the Lord, Salvation greatly given; O turn your Hearts, accept the Word, Your Souls are fit for Heaven. Dear Jesus, we now turn to Thee, Salvation to obtain; Our Hearts and Souls do meet again, To magnify thy Name. Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, The Object of our Care; Salvation doth increase our Love; Our Hearts hath felt they fear. Now Glory be to God on High, Salvation high and low; And thus the Soul on Christ rely, To Heaven surely go. Come, Blessed Jesus, Heavenly Dove, Accept Repentance here; Salvation give, with tender Love; Let us with Angels share. Finis.
This poem is in the public domain.
Born into slavery in Lloyd Harbor, New York, on October 17, 1711, Jupiter Hammon was the first African American poet to be published in the United States. His poems include “An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley” and “A Poem for Children with Thoughts on Death.”
Date Published: 1760-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/evening-thought-salvation-christ-penitential-cries