FOR TRUTH'S SAKE .

Let sceptics doubt, philosophers deride
The Christian's privilege, " an inward guide; "
" Wisdom is of her children justified! "

Let such as know not what that boon implies,
God's blessed book above his spirit prize;
No stream can higher than its fountain rise!

Let them whose spirits types and shadows crave,
For baptism trust the elemental wave;
" One Lord, one faith, one baptism " still must save!

Let those who, like the Jews, require a sign,
Partake, unblamed, of outward bread and wine:
Thou, Lord, within — canst make the substance mine.

Believing, in Thy glorious gospel day,
Types, emblems, shadows, all must pass away;
In such I dare not place my trust and stay.

Abba! on Thee with child-like trust I call;
In self-abasement at thy footstool fall;
Asking to know but Thee, and find Thee all!