Mistaken Souls

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 and dead: None, but a living pow'r, unites To Christ the living head. 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart; 'Tis faith, that works by love, That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 'Tis faith, that conquers earth and hell By a celestial pow'r; This is the grace that shall...