Baxter - HP PR3316 .B36 1821

' 17-0 • ijAXTER'S POEMS. Sin's conquer'd; · satan 's overthrown [Our J wcaknes·s [illy J strength :magnifies. Winter and summer nights and. days, . [All's] chequer'd [he?·e] with black and white . Thy Son shines ; but sin Clouds his rays ; · Sin makes it dark, grace [ rnakes it] light. we are alive' but never well : ' - Grace and sin make our [ague J fits ; In all our powers sin doth dwell, And never [wholly J intermits. We are too hot, or else too cold, Our strong[and long] fits dangerous are . Mercies seem 8till tod new or old : They are too near [us J or [too J far. Health makes us 'vanton; sickness sad; In [greatest] wealth we n_eglect God; His fullest diet makes us bad; w_e_J need, !!et] cannot bear the rod. Thy flock oft from their pasture stray, They [wander l straggle, strive, and fig4t ·; . Thy dogs make them together run, · And all [at horne J do meet at night. THY ways to us seem often dark, Thou crossest human [wit and] will: We murmur; but thou dost thy work; That's [wise and] good, which we thought ill. Thou mak'st good use of every state, A med'cine of [the worst] disease;

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