How High a Privilege 'Tis to Know
Joseph Hart, 1712-1768
How high a privilege 'tis to know
Our sins are all forgiv'n;
To bear about this pledge below.
This special grant of heav'n!
To look on this when sunk in fears,
While each repeated sight,
Like some reviving cordial, cheers,
And makes temptations light!
O what is honor, wealth, or mirth,
To this well-grounded peace?
How poor are all the goods of earth,
To such a gift as this!
This is a treasure rich indeed,
Which none but Christ can give;
Of this the best of men have need;
This I, the worst, receive.
