"What Think Ye Of Christ?"
"What think ye of Christ?" is the test,
To try both your state and your scheme;
You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly of Him:
As Jesus appears in your view—
As He is beloved or not—
So God is disposed to you,
And mercy or wrath is your lot.
Some take Him a creature to be—
A man, or an angel at most;
But they have not feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost:
So guilty, so helpless am I,
I durst not confide in His blood,
Nor on His protection rely,
Unless I were sure He is God.
Some style Him "the Pearl of great price,"
And say, He's the fountain of joys;
Yet feed upon folly and vice,
And cleave to the world and its toys:
Like Judas the Savior they kiss,
And while they salute Him, betray;
Oh, what will profession like this
wail in His terrible day?
Some call Him a Savior, in word,
But mix their own works with His plan;
And hope He His help will afford,
When they have done all that they can:
If doings prove rather too light
(A little they own they may fail),
They purpose to make up full weight,
By casting His Name in the scale.
If asked what of Jesus I think,
Though still my best thoughts are but poor,
I say, He's my Meat and my Drink,
My Life and my Strength and my Store;
My Shepherd, my Trust and my Friend,
My Savior from sin and from thrall;
My Hope from beginning to end,
My Portion, my Lord and my All.