Classic Poem

By sin and Satan un-intic't,
JOB, type of our Emmanuel Christ,
With all the gems he had in store,
None half so bright as Patience wore.

JOB, son of Issachar, at length
Proves Patience is the child of Strength;
Yet Jesus could new pow'rs create,
And e'en in weakness made her great.

Long-suff'ring God, whose goodness can
Bear with, and bless provoking man;
Let us like thee attempt our parts,
And 'gainst false brethren arm our hearts.

Teach us in sickness to adore
Thine hand, and all our ills restore:
Or let us meditate in death
On Thee — poor man of NAZARETH.

Teach me in poverty to think
Of Him who drank on Cedron's brink;
But had nor mansion-house, nor bread,
Or to repose him, or be fed.

Teach me 'midst all the griefs below,
This transient state, this world of woe,
Submissive on my bended knee,
To take my cross and follow Thee.