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By faith I hope to see the sun,
The light of grace that lent; .
In glory's firnament.
Ev’n though I nothing can;
Before me in the van.
Nor need their ambush fear;
Behind me in the rear.
By faith I suffer thrall;
By faith I can do all.
The Heighis and Depths of Sensei
HEN Heav'n me grants at certain times,
Amidst a pow'rful gale, Sweet liberty to mone my crimes,
And wand'rings to bewail;
Drown’d in the ocean main
Will never live again.
I bruise the serpent's head ;
And all my lusts are dead. How gladly do I think and say,
When thus it is with me,
And so Ihall ever be?
My lusts arise and swell,
With new recruits from hell.
Though I resolv'd and swore through grace
In very solemn terms,
Nor yield unto their charms;
While I no danger dreamn,
And hurry'd down the stream. Into the gulph of fin anon
I'm plunged head and cars ;
And I am chain'd in fears;
Returns to loose my bands,
And pardon in his hands.
But heav'n and hell by turns ;
Anon in Egypt mourns.
SE C T. VI.
Faith and Frames compared; or, Faitb building upon
Sense discovered. FAITH has for its foundation broad
A ftable rock on which I stand, The truth and faithfulness of God :
All other grounds are sinking fand. My frames and feelings ebb and flow;
And when my faith depends on them, It fleets and staggers to and fro,
And dies amidst the dying frame. That faith is surely most unftay'd,
Its ftagg'ring can't be counted strange, That builds its hope of lasting aid
On things that ev'ry moment change. But could my faith lay all its load
On Jesus' everlasting name, Upon the righteousness of God,
And divine truth that's still the same :
Could I believe what God has fpuke,
Rely on his unchanging love, And cease to grasp at fleeting smoke,
No changes would my mountain move. But when, low foon the frame's away,
And comfortable feeling fail ; So foon my faith falls in decay,
And unbelieving doubts prevail : This proves the charge of latent vice,
And plain my faith's defects may show; I built the house on thawing ice,
That tumbles with the melting snow. When divine fmiles in fight appear,
And I enjoy the heav'nly gale ; When wind and tide, and all is fair,
I dream my faith shall never fail: My heart will false conclusions draw,
That strong my mountain shall remain; That in my faith there's not a flaw,
I'll never, never doubt again. I think the only rest I take,
Is God's unfading word and name; And fancy not my faith fo weak,
As e'er to trust a fading frame. But, ah! by sudden turns I see
My lying heart's fallacious guilt, And that my faith, not firm in me,
On sinking fand was partly bụilt: For lo! when warming beams are gone,
And shadows fall; alas ! 'tis odd,
I cannot trust a hiding God.
Its life from fading joys to bring,
I cannot trust the living spring. When drops of comfort quickly dry'd
And sensible enjoyments fail; When chearing apples are deny'd,
Then doubts instead of faith prevail.
But why, though fruit be snatch'd from me,
Should I distrust the glorious root, And still affront the standing tree,
By trusting more to falling fruit; The smallest trials may evince
My faith unfit to stand the shock, That more depends on fleeting sense,
Than on the fix'd eternal Rock. The fafest ark when floods arise,
Is stable truth that changes not ; How weak’s my faith, that more relies
On feeble sense's floating boat? For when the fleeting frame is gone,
I straight my flate in question call; I drop and sink in deeps anon,
As if my frame were all in all. But though I miss the pleasing gale,
And heav'n withdraw the charming glance; Unless Jeuovau's oath can fail,
My faith may keep its countenance. The frame of nature shall decay,
Time-changes break her rusty chains; Yea, heav'n and earth shall pass away;
But faith's foundation firm remains. Heav'n's promises so fix'dly stand,
Ingrav'd with an immortal pen, In great IMMANUEL's mighty hand,
All hell's attempts to raze are vain. Did faith with none but truth advise,
My steady soul would move no more, Than stable hills when tempests rise,
Or folid rocks when billows roar. But when my faith the counsel hears
Of present sense aud reason blind, My wav'ring spirit then appears
A feather toss’d with ev'ry wind. Lame legs of faith unequal crook;
Thus mine, alas ! unev’nly stand, Else I would trust my stable rock,
Not fading frames and feeble sand :
I would, when dying comforts fly,
As much as when they present were, Upon my living joy rely,
Help, Lord, for here I daily err.
CH A P. V. The BELIEVER'S PRINCIPLES concerning
Heaven and Eartb.
The Work and Contention of Heaven.
That stirr'd up strife will never close,
My praises must outvie the best; " For I'm of all the human race “ The highest miracle of grace.”