Classic Poem

For forty days the Lord abstain'd,
(The subtle tempter near)
And greatly every bait disdain'd,
Self-aw'd and self-severe.

This is the pattern that I set,
To keep the flesh in awe;
I will not gross desires abet,
Withdraw, foul fiend, withdraw!

The fiend withdrew, the Angels came,
And worship'd at his feet;
" O great Jehovah, word and name
" Inestimably sweet!

" How cou'd that cursed serpent dare,
" Thine honour to offend?"
Says Christ, a little while forbear,
'Tis for a glorious end.

O may I keep the body cool,
By fasting on my knees;
And follow strict religion's rule,
Those days the church decrees.

Keep, keep intemp'rance far away,
'Tis duty and 'tis love;
Or how shall I my breast display,
To nest my Saviour's dove?