Riches of Grace Part 17

"Yea, twenty thousand ten times told Is but a trifling sum To what your Father has laid up Secure in Christ, his Son."

Since, then, my Banker is so rich, I have no cause to borrow; I'll live upon my cash today, And draw again tomorrow.

I've been a thousand times before, And never was rejected; Sometimes my Banker gives me more Than asked for or expected.

Sometimes I've felt a little proud I've managed things so clever; But ah! before the day is gone I've felt as poor as ever.

Should all the banks in Britain break, And that of England smash, Bring in your notes to Zion's bank; You'll surely have your cash.

And if you have but one small note, Fear not to bring it in; Come boldly to the bank of Grace; The Banker is within.

All forged notes will be refused; Man-merits are rejected; There not a single note will pa.s.s That G.o.d has not accepted.

This bank is full of precious notes, All signed and sealed and free, Though many a doubting soul may say, "There is not one for me."

The leper had a little note-- "Lord, if you will you can"; The Banker cashed this little note, And healed the sickly man.

We read of one young man, indeed, Whose riches did abound; But in this Banker's book of grace This man was never found.

But see the wretched dying thief Hang by the Banker's side; He cried, "Dear Lord, remember me"; He got his cash and died.