What Think Ye of Christ?

What think ye of Christ? is the test

To try both your state and your scheme;

You can­not be right in the rest

Unless you think right­ly of Him.

As Je­sus ap­pears in your view

As He is be­lov­èd or not;

So God is dis­pos­èd to you

And mer­cy or wrath are your lot.

Some take Him a crea­ture to be

A man

or an an­gel at most;

Sure these have not feel­ings like me

Nor know them­selves wretch­ed and lost:

So guil­ty

so help­less

am I

I durst not con­fide in His blood

Nor on His pro­tect­ion rely

Unless I were sure He is God.

Some call Him a Sav­ior

in word

But mix their own works with His plan;

And hope He His help will af­ford

When they have done all that they can:

If do­ings prove ra­ther too light

(A lit­tle

they own

they may fail)

They pur­pose to make up full weight

By cast­ing His name in the scale.

Some style Him the pearl of great price

And say He’s the fount­ain of joys;

Yet feed up­on fol­ly and vice

And cleave to the world and its toys:

Like Ju­das

the Sav­ior they kiss

And

while they sa­lute Him

be­tray;

Ah! what will pro­fess­ion like this

Avail in His ter­ri­ble day?

If asked

what of Je­sus I think?

Though still my best thoughts are but poor;

I say

He’s my meat and my drink

My life

and my strength

and my store

My shep­herd

my hus­band

my friend

My Sav­ior from sin and from thrall;

My hope from be­gin­ning to end

My por­tion

my Lord

and my all.