BAXTER'S POEMs. · 177 The promise of eternal- life, · Pardon and' [plenteous] saving grace; By multitudes of wonders seal'd, And fitted to each [ neetiful] case. Life to the dead, light to the blind, To guide the doubting [erring J sort : Strength to the weak ; joy to the sad, And [flaming] love to melt the heart. Millions this holy word hath won; And millions [it hath] comforted: Millions now praising God in heaven, [To Christ,] to God, by this ·we-re led. You saints on earth by this renew'd, Blest souls [above J praise ye the Lord, Who daily doth increase your church By prospering this [holy J word. Were 't not for this, how dark were man; Still erring, or in [fem· and] doubt: Heathens have search'd for saving truth, But never [fully J found it out. Some to make way for their own words As [dark and] doubtful God's accuse, Light, law, and reason are not charg'd And' yet [by matt] as much abus'd. ' Usurpers cannot mend -God's laws, Though [they are J such' as man can break ; What ·words may nof4,mistaken be ? God will not learn [of man] to speak. ..
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