Till, descending from above,
(Mercy smiling in his eyes,)
Jesus, with a voice of love,
Awakes, and bids them rise.
5 Glad the summons they obey,
And liberty desire :
Straight their fetters melt away
Like wax before the fire :
By the word of Him who died,
Guilty pris ners to release,
Every door flies open wide,
And they depart in peace.
123.
The trembling Gaoler.—Acts, xvi, 29-31.
1 A BELIEVER, free from care,
May in chains or dungeons sing,
If the Lord be with him there,
And be happier than a king :
Paul and Silas thus confined,
Though their backs were torn by whips,
Yet, possessing peace of mind,
Sung his praise with joyful lips.
2 Suddenly the prison shook,
Open flew the iron doors ;
And the gaoler, terror-struck,
Now his captives help implores :
Trembling at their feet he fell,
" Tell me, sirs, what must I do
To be saved from guilt and hell ?
None can tell me this but you. "
3 " Look to Jesus," they replied,
" If on him thou canst believe,
By the death which he has died,
Thou salvation shalt receive."
While the living word he heard,
Faith sprung up within his heart,
And released from all he fear d,
In their joy his soul had part.
