Classic Poem

The excelency, & sweetnese of the life of faith.

Oh noble life, oh life cecure
What shall I of thee say
t'will make thee, chearfully endure
All hardships, in thy way

Faith is the evedence of things
Not seen with mortall eye
Faith, to the soull, the substance brings
Of things exceeding high.

Faith will (may I with reverance say)
Soe loud in gods ears ring
That he cannot to it say nay
it will the blessing bring.

If thou canst, but truly beleive
It is but ask, & have
And god will surely, to thee give
Whatever thou dost crave.

Faith, is a bold advent'rous grace
T'will not let god alone
But tels him to his very face
T'will have, the best or none.

Faith cannot live on this worlds trash
It feeds on Christ alone
T'will not be daunted or abash
But gets up, to the throne.

Faith is a grace, that doth opose
And sett Christ opposite
To all itts cruell, hatefull foes
Trampling, upon their spight.

Faith is a busie, active, grace
It bears a great command
In all, & ev'ry single case.
It will still have a hand.

Faith rides in triumph over sin
Saten, the world, & death
Whilst these doe rage, twill sit, & sing
As if t'were now grown deaf.

This durty world, faith laughs, to scorn
Trampling itt under foot
It is to high, & nobly born
To rake in dung, & durt.

Faith is a strong, couragious, grace
It will not be out'-dar'd
But can look dangers, in the face
And not be greatly scar'd.

Faith is a grace, that's quik of sight
And ready to lay hold
It can spy out, a glance of light
And grow theirby more bold.

Faith can work by great contrarys
It picks life, out of death
Joy, out of great extremitys
Sap, out of barren heath.

It can from that grave evill sin
Draw out sweet arguments
To plead with god, & to pay in
His own free graces rents.

Faith, wisely makes its nest on high
Upon the rock of ages
And there, it doth securly Ly
Whilst sin, and saten, rages.

Faith, is a grace, that take no rest
But ransacks hiden tresures
And picks, & chouses, of the best
Full runing over measures.

Faith follows god, close in the dark
And lyes down att his feet
If god doth speak, then faith will hark
On what he saith, t'will feed.

Faith digs into the golden mine
Of the rich promises
And then crys out, all this is thine
Holding fast, what it has.

Faith from the precyous promises
Doth feacth both strength, & art
To break through satens falases
And beat back ev'ry dart.

This life of faith, doth free the soull
From all distracting care
All its concerns, on god, t'will roll
It feeds on hiden fare.

Faith knows it shall, have what is best
The promise cannot faile
In this, itt finds most queit rest
When trouble doth asayle.

When their is no herd, in the stall
Nor flock within the fold
Faith can make god, itts all, in all
And its only, strong hold.

Faith knows how to rejoyce, & sing
When creatures, ar all gone
And to joy in, its crowned king
Liveing on him alone.

Faith is thy gift, as well as Christ
Lord to me, give itt down
And then I shall, with sayls up hoyst
Hast, to the glorious crown.