Classic Poem

The voice of faith december 6 71

I know in whom, I have beleiv'd
he shall up for me lay
the Thing, I to him, have bequeth'd
against, the last great day

My soull, thou wilt in safty keep
soe that the gates of hell
With all ther crafty, counsell deep
Shall not on it, prevaill.

Jehovahs, everlasting arms
Shall still encircle thee
Untill from all dangers, and harms
he set thee fully, free

Engaged is omnipotence
for to cecure my soull
From sin, and Satens violence
in its race, to the goall.

For why thy love's unchangeable,
although my vessell Leak.
This is to me, a strong cable,
of hope, which cannot break.

And though, thou somtimes frownst on me,
& sin, doth sorely haunt,
Thou wilt extend thy favour free,
to one, in covenant,

The products of, eternall love
cannot prove abortive
Thou'lt safly Lodg thine own above
and with thee, they shall live.

Thy love, as a strong torant ran
in sending Christ to dye
And gives firm ground, to build upon
Thou wilt not cast us by

I dare not plead, sanctification
yet tis thine image Lord
Wherby we know, we have relation
to thine, esentiall word.

Though weeping may endure a night
when thou dost hide thy face
Joy shall come in, att morning light
succeeding, sorrows place.

My soull, up, follow them. who through
beleving patience,
Have now safly, atain'd unto
their Crown, and high defence.

My tears shall all be wip'd away
by my, mediators hand
His love will nott, make long delay
Till it me comprehand.

one smile from Christ, within the gate
Of heavens, glorious place
Will make me quite, for to forget
the sorows, of my race

Thou'lt shortly Lodg, my weary soull
Within thy sacred arms
Sins scars, and wounds, shall then be whole
and I free'd, from itts harms.

Come sweetest Jesus, come therfore
because thou drawest me
Fecth me, to the angelick Chore
that I may still praise, thee