BAXTER'S POEMS. · ' ) 81 It breeds more saints ; commmeth sin ; And still mounfs up [to God] on high. We thank thee for the blessed days, Which we in [holy] churches spent, Where potent truth converted souls, And made the [harden'd] hearts relent. There we have heard the word of life, And [all did] in thy light rejoice; And among divers small dissents All prais'd thee with one [heart and] voice. Thy church hath all one God, one head, [Onefaitlz,J one baptism, one hope, One body better unified · Than by [one] council, or [one] pope. All have one spirit of life, and love,- [And all] for every Christian pray : And though in. different forms and words, All come to God [by] one [sure] way. Faulty they are ; but excellent By divine life and [holy J birth : Men's lives much differ ; for their .ends Differ as [Jar J as heav'n and earth. Were kingdoms, churches, families, Made up of [humble] serious saints, What a chang'd world would this then be, [Love and] delight would end complaints. The great destroyer would be bound, [.Malice] and hurtfulness would, cease; The earth, that's now so near to hell, Would be like heav'n in [love and] peace.
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