166 BAXTER9S POEMS. The wicked Hell-ward fall; Sin will destroy them. 0 blessed company, Where all in harmony, Jehovah,s praises sing, Still without ceasing.: And all obey their King, With perfect pleasing. God there is the sainfs rest, God is their constant feast; He doth them feed and bless, With love apd favour, Of which they still possess, The pleasant savour. God is essential love, And all the saints above, Are like unto him made, Each in his measure: Love is their life and trade, Their constant pleasure. Love flames in every breast, The greatest and the least ; Strangers to this sweet life, There are not any. Love leaves no place for strife; .Makes one of many. Each is to other dear, No malice enters there; No siding difference ; No hurt, no evil ;
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