174 BAXTER'S POEMS. ~ Blest souls do bear a noble part In this sweet (petfect] harmony Each holy well-tun'd fervent heart -Rapt with the. [pleasant] melody~ The joy wnich oft like lightning here, Doth leave us in the [fi·ighiful] datk, Essential is and constant there : The su.n excels our [little] spark. WHEN light hath darkness vanqufshed, [And when] weak faith is turn'tl to sight , When troubling doubts and fears are fled, [Thy] prai~e shall be our [full] delight. When sin doth cease, we '11 cease our moans, And no more _dread 'thy [burning] wrath, Thy ;oys will silence all Oljf groans ; [In heaven] there's no more fear of death . Our faithful friends are gone before, Those who were latel.y [praying] here, All past to heav'n through the same door, Out of our sight [they are] safe there . We see not w"hither we must go, [Nor] where [the] souls departed be, We trust in him who all doth know ; Our [blessed] head for us doth see. ·o you that are past all our fears, And see God's [shining] face always: Bless him who wip'd away your tears, · [It's] you [that] sing the sweetest praise.
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