128 BAXTER'S POEMS. The law was weak, and nothing perfect made ; Grace giveth light, and life, and love, and strength; And though it long, and oft assaulted be, It conquereth, and triumpheth at length. It is the work of God, who k11ows his own, And makes them Christ's beloved interest; All that are given him, he loves and keeps, And brings them to the promised land of rest. Grace suited is to every time and state, To childhood, manhood, and decrepid age; An antidote against contagious pleasures, Yet grief, wrath, fear, and suffering cloth assuage. It useth every state for the true end; It sanctifies prosperity and wealth; . Still doing good, and doth to Godward tend, •ro him devoteth time, life, wit, and health. It useth friends and enemies for God, Improveth kindness, easily bears wrong; Loves others as ourselves, doth right to all, Hopes for a ble~sed end, when suffering long. It takes not too much part with pained flesh, It ruleth reason,_appetite, and sense; Conquers temptations, keepeth inward peace, Keeps near to God, who is our sure defence. It all the way foresees the blessed end, Motives to duty, comfort in all grief, It fetcheth more from God and Heav'n, than earth, In every case from Christ it finds relief. It spendeth health and life in preparation, For foreseen death, and the soul's final chauge,
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