BAXTER~S POEMS. Shall I not guilty be_ Of this iu some degree, If hence God would me free, And I'd not leave it ? My soul from Sodom fly, Lest wrath there find thee : Thy refuge-rest is nigh, Look not behind thee. 'rhere's none of this ado, None of the hellish crew, God's promise is most true, Boldly believe it. My friends are ·gone before, And I am near the shore, My soul stands at the door,- 0 Lord receive it. It trusts Christ and his merits, The dead he raises: Join it with blessed spirits, Who sing thy praises. JamJary 14, 1682-3. 175 '