178 BAXTER'S POEMS. ·. What concord co.uld be in the world, Were it not for God's [certain J word Divided minds will ne'er agree, Till in this [centre J they accord. God is but one, and Lord of all, To [trust and] please him all are bound . But men are multitudes, and false; None of full power [and t1'Ut~] is found. When man at first forsook God's word, The [serpenrs] lies did him ensnare : Those now-that leave God's perfect law, By [human J canons batter'd are. Christ is the only ste~dfast rock ; Men [ m·e like J incoherent sand ; That falls to dust that's built on them What's built on Christ shall [Jb·mly J stand. Those who in Christ cannot unite, To get this sand [somefalse] cement, A monstrous image have devis'd For all [the.em·th] one government. Praise God for his one certain word ; . [ T1'Ust and] obey this perfect rule : The wand'ring lights of human wit, [Mislead,] divide men, and befool. God's word, not man's, shall judge the world, This is the [holy J spirit's breath, The sealed charter of our rights, Our guide [in life,] our trust at death . •
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