Classic Poem

1
Tho' I my party long have chose,
And claim Christ Jesus on my side,
Yet will I not my peace oppose,
By pique, by prejudice, or pride.
2

Blessed be God, that at the font
My sponsors bound me to the call
Of Christ, in England, to confront
The world, the flesh, the fiend and all.
3

And yet I will my thoughts suppress,
And keep my tongue from censure clear;
The Jew, the Turk, the Heathen bless,
And hold the plough and persevere.
4

There's God in ev'ry man most sure,
And ev'ry soul's to Christ allied:
If fears deject, if hopes allure,
If Jesus wept, and pray'd and died.