Classic Poem

BATH Abbey Tune .

Tempted souls, arise and sing;
Conquests soon your heads shall crown,
Jesus, our victorious King,
Soon shall tread the tempter down.

Soon before your joyful eyes
Satan shall in chains appear,
Sentenc'd (never more to rise)
To the realms of dark despair,

Weeping saints, a little while
Banish'd from the light of day,
Soon before your Saviour's smile
Every shade will fly away.

Clouds may through the night endure,
But the morning soon will come,
When, from future clouds secure,
Zion's sun shall light you home.

Happy souls, who read your names
In your Saviour's bleeding wounds,
While your love ascends in flames,
While your faith and hope abounds,

Shout his praises more and more;
Tell the world a Saviour's love,
Till that Saviour you adore
In the happy world above!