My own will bridle;
God's due would I give,
My own due yield;
God's path would I travel,
My own path refuse;
Christ's death would I ponder,
My own death remember;
Christ's agony would I meditate,
My love to God make warmer;
Christ's cross would I carry,
My own cross forget;
Repentance of sin would I make,
Early repentance choose;
A bridle to my tongue I would put,
A bridle on my thoughts I would keep
God's judgement would I judge,
My own judgement guard;
Christ's redemption would I seize,
My own ransom work;
The love of Christ would I feel,
My own love know.
On the last day of the festival, the great day, while Jesus was standing there, he cried out, "Let anyone who is thirsty come to me, and let the one who believes in me drink. As the scripture has said, 'Out of the believer's heart shall flow rivers of living water.'" Now he said this about the Spirit, which believers in him were to receive; for as yet there was no Spirit, because Jesus was not yet glorified.
John 7:37 -39
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