BAXTER'S POEMS. Dar'st tho11 d:eny my love and grace, as none, Because that all the work is not yet done ? [be ? Who wrought that grace ? whose should the honour Wilile thou condemn'st thyself, thou wrongest me. Watch and reform, and cheerfully obey: For what thou wantest, wait, and strive, and pray. 'Thy love and cheerful duty I require: -"It •s not thy self-tormenting I desire . Humbly look back: remember what thou .wast : Be not unthankful for the grace thou hast. Deny it not, but wait at Mercy's door: 'fhankfulness is the way· to get thee more . If thou art weak, look up to Christ, thy strength ; He '11 perfect what he hath begun at length: Is not his grace sufficient for thee s.till ? He '11 give thee rest, that freely gave thee will . J f thou stand still, or loiter in thy race·; And if my spur do bid thee mend thy pace ; . Let not the smart make thee lie down and whine , And at the needful quicl~ening rod repine : · But, up ; repent ; cheerfully do -thy best: The day's at hand, when th~u shalt have the Re~sL THE SUBMISSION. FATHER, forgive my passion and rash words : Yet rn be thine: I '11 own no other Lords. Seeing thou wilt accept so frail a worm, That can without thee no good thing perform ; Still I '11 be thine, and stand to what I Raid, When I my covenant and resignment made .
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