Classic Poem

Since then our conduct is descry'd
By witnesses on ev'ry side,
Above each cumbrous weight let's rise
That clogs our passage to the skies,
Ourselves with Christian vigour brace,
And patient run th' appointed race,
Looking to Jesus, who began
And perfected salvation's plan,
Who shame despis'd, and suff'rings bore,
Encourag'd by the joy before,
And, next the throne of the Most High,
Now sits forever in the sky.
When in affliction's path he trod,
His footsteps sanctify'd the road:
Let his example then restrain
Your weariness, and soothe your pain.

Verses 11th and 12th.

Afflictions present pain impart;
But, while they wound, they mend the heart,
The inward source of ill destroy,
And train us up to future joy.
Do any in the trial fail,
And faint, when obstacles assail?
Confirm with prospects such as these,
The drooping hands, and feeble knees.