BAXTER'S POEMS, Look then for his sharp rod, Next to correct thee. What if foes should make haste ? Thou wilt the sooner taste What all blest souls enjoy, With Christ for ever ; Where those that thee annoy, Shall hurt thee never. Fear not the world of light, Though out of mortal's sight, As if it doubtful were; For want of seeing_. Gross bodies vilest are, And the least,being, Vain, sinful world, farewell I go where angels dwell; Where life, light, love, and joy, Are the saint's glory. God's praises there employ The consistory. Christ who knows all his sheep, Will all in safety keep ; Be will not lose his blood, Nor intercession: Nor we the purchased good Of his dear passion. I know my God is just, To him I wholly trust; All that I have, and am, All that I hope for. 169
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