BAXTER 's l'OEMS. Still let me kneel, An'd to him bring This offering Whate'er I feel. Though I lose friends and wealth And bear reproach and shame; Though I lose ease and health, Stilllet me praise God's name: That fear and pain, · Which wo1lld destroy My thanks _andjoy, Do thou restrain. Though human_help depart, And flesh draw near to dust; Let faith keep up my heart, To love God true and just: And all my days Let no disea'5e Cause me to cease His joyful praise. Though sin would. make me doubt, And fill my soul with fears ; Though God seem to shut out My daily·cries and tears; Bv no such frost Of s·ad delays Let thy sw~et praise Be nipp'd and lost. Away, distrustful care, I have thy promise, Lord : 187
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