A Believer, Free from Care

A be­liev­er

free from care

May in chains

or dun­geons

sing

If the Lord be with him there;

And be hap­pi­er than a king:

Paul and Si­las

thus con­fined

Tho’ their backs were torn by whips

Yet pos­sess­ing peace of mind

Sang His praise with joy­ful lips.

Suddenly the pri­son shook

Open flew the ir­on doors;

And the jail­er

ter­ror struck

Now his cap­tives’ help im­plores:

Trembling at their feet he fell

Tell me

sirs

what must I do

To be saved from guilt and hell?

None can tell me this but you.

Look to Je­sus

they re­plied.

If on Him thou canst be­lieve

By the death which He has died

Thou sal­va­tion shalt re­ceive.

While the liv­ing Word he heard

Faith sprang up with­in his heart;

And

re­leased from all he feared

In their joy his soul had part.

Sinners

Christ is still the same

O that you could like­wise fear!

Then the men­tion of His name

Would be mu­sic to your ear:

Jesus res­cues Sa­tan’s slaves

His dear wounds still plead

For­give!

Jesus to the ut­most saves;

Sinners

look to Him and live.