So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.
Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.
Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.
The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But Thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to Heaven.
Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain: But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away, A sacrifice of nobler nam' And richer blood than they.