Classic Poem

C . See! see Grace with her widened arms!
S . No Adder's here,
To stop an ear,
'Gainst foul ingaging Graces charms.

Speak Lord, O speak, thy servant hears.
C . Come ye who thirst.
S . Lord give me first,
And in thy bottle put my tears.

C . The laden's call'd, haste my soul, haste.
S . Lord seest not these?
Ah Mountains! Seas!
How? how? ah how are these o'repast?

C . To faith my soul, fly, fly, ne're stay:
Faith can cast these
Mountains ith' seas:
Faith through a Red sea made her way.

S . Lord, though my sins like Mountains be,
A grain of Faith
Still Virtue hath:
Thy blood sweet Jesu 's a Red-sea.