BAXTER'S POEMS. I :.!9 It's not surprised without expectation; It trusteth Christ, when things unseen seem strange. All this Grace doth, in various degrees, In most but weak, imperfect in the best; Clogg'd here with flesh, and contradicting sin, But ends in glory and eternal- rest. Its whole work is to bring man's will to God, As our original, our guide, and end, ' Thankfully take his Grace, obey his word, And wholly love him as our chiefest friend. And more than so, to love him foi· himself, The_final object of created love ; This only perfect ones, perfectly do, Who see God's glory in the world above. Amen. Jan. 6, 1683. WISDOl\1. HE that by faith sees not the world of spirits , Which Christ with his blest family inherits ; The sense of Providence can never know, Nor judge aright of any thing below. Things seem confused and neglected here, Because in broken parcels they appear; Who knows a work in arras by one piece ? Small parcels shew not workmen'·s artifice. The beauty of a picture is not known, When one .small part, or limb alone is shewn; They that on :some .few letters only look, Can never know the meaning of God's book . G2
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