188 BAXTER'S POEMS. To banish all despair I have thy oath and word! And therefore I Shall see thy face, . And there thy grace Shall magnify. Though sin and death conspire, To rob thee of thy praise: Still to'ards thee I'll aspire, And thou dull hearts canst raise ; Open thy door, And when grim death Shall stop this breath, I 'll praise thee more. With thy triumphant flock, TheD; I shall numb'red be; Built on th' eternal rock His glory we sh.aU see. The Heavens so high With praise shall ring, And all shall sing In harmony. The sun is but a spark From the eternal light; Its brightest beams are dark, To that most glorious sight. There the whole choir With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore. .
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