Classic Poem

The blessednese of a true Christian sep 26

Oh what a blessed thing it tis to be
A Cristian in truth, and sincerity
That can look death, & danger, in the face
And trample, on the sorrows, of his race
A cristian cares not for the things of time
But can to heaven, in affection climb
If creture comforts doe upon him flow
His hart upon them, he will not bestow
If here hee have not where to lay his head
By faith, hee veiws his mansion prepared
Though cloth'd with rags, & on the dunghill laid
Hee knows that hee shall shortly, be aray'd
With robs, of glory, that shall shine more bright
Then doth the Sun, which to the world, gives light
When creture comforts, do upon him frown
He can with joy, look, to the glorious crown
When all the world, is in an hurly, burly
When stormes, arise, & waves mount up on high
His hope is anchor'd fast, within the vaill
And nothing can, his noble mind apale
His hart with joy, & comfort, doth abound
When trouble, doth encompase, & suround
If in a prison, he confined be
Hee knows, how ther to walk att liberty
He can mount up, on contemplations wing
And unto heaven, in a moment spring
The Christians trade, is always heavenly
His marchandise, is for eternity
He drives an hiden, cecreet, unknown trade
With heaven, and comes home, still richly lade
The vanity, & cheating glory of
This world, doth not att all, his hart once move
This durty world, bears no weight, in his scales
Each providence, is as wind, to his sayls
To make him, move more swiftly, to that port
Of glory, where his god, doth keep this court
The Christians feett, stand, where other mens heads
Whilst he on all things, sublunary, treads
And if this durty world, doe on him smile
He trusts it not, it cannot him beguile
A Christian can rejoyce, when men defame
Hee knows that in the book of life, his name
Is written down, and shall att last appear
When god shall make itt, shine, both bright and clear
Ther is no streit, a Christian can be in
But he knows where to run, unto a spring
Of sutable subply, and neer att hand
Wher he by faith, may as itt were comand
It is the Christian only, can outbrave
The devill, to his face, and make him rave
And when he comes runing with open mouth
For to devour, he can from Christ, draw forth
Such strength, as makes him run away with shame
Whilst riches of free grace, he doth proclaime
When god himself, doth seem to frown, the true
Beleiver, can by faith, run with the new
Cov'nant of grace, establis'd in the hand
Of a mediator, which doth firmly, stand
And is made good, in gods new cov nant court
From whence he doth receive, a safe pasport
For why, he knows god cant himself deny
The sinner in Christ, for to Justifie
When sin, the law, and saten, doth accuse
Tis he hath skill, the promises to use
Hee knows against all these, how to opose
A redeemer. & vanquish all his foes
When death the king of terrours maks att him
With looks, and countenance both stern, & grim
Hee fears him not but goes, with joy to meet
Him. knowing he. shall tread, him under feet
He knows the worst that death can to him doe
Is but to break the wall, and let him through
Out of this world, of sin, and misery
In his redeemers, sacred, arms to ly
He can bequeth his body, to the dust
In hope of'th resurection of the Just
He knows, it is to Christ so united
As't shall be rays'd, by vertue of its head
Who would not then, a reall Christian be
That doth his priveledges, veiw, and see
yet all is from free grace, through Christ alone
By which we doe climb up unto the throne