473--No mortal tongue can e'er describe

No mortal tongue can e'er describe

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	1.	No mortal tongue can e'er describe
		The freedom of the soul,
		When passed beyond all earthly bride
		To God's complete control.
		All things are his, yes, life, and death,
		Things present or to come;
		In Christ he draws in peace each breath,
		In Christ he finds his home.
	2.	When such as we the King can choose,
		To share with Him His throne,
		'Tis passing strange the we refuse
		To be our Lord's alone.
		O never speak of sacrifice!
		A priviledge untold
		Is to be His at any price,
		In Calv'ry's hosts enrolled.
	3.	Arise! the holy bargin strike-
		The fragment for the whole-
		All men and all events alike
		Must serve the ransomed soul.
		All things are yours when you are His,
		And He and you are one;
		A boundless life in Him there is,
		Whence doubt and fear are gone.