£0 BAXTER'S POEMS. '11wu first appear'dst in lightning, as to Paul: My heat abated, at thy feet I fall. The voice with which thy call thou didst begin, \Vas to convince me and reprove my sin _ I first enquired ..of thee, who thou art? And then, what duty thou hadst made my part? Thus fear and care began ; but the sweet name Of Jesus did reviving hope proclaim. And though long time it scarcely did appear, Yet sure some hidden spark of love was there. I loved thy holy word ; good books were sweet, Those that did with my own condition meet . Heart-searching ministers were my delight, Those that did most my drowsy soul excite. I dearly loved all in whom I saw A love to thee, and care to keep thy law: 'l11e speech and sight of holy men was sweet ; I honour'd them, and could have kiss'd their feet, I felt their living words go to the quick, When common idle prating made me sick. I dearly loved my serious bosom-friend, Who did in love my failings reprehend ; That could my doubting troubled mind condole, And help to keep awake my sleepy soul ; Who could unfold the mysteries of grace, And speak particularly to my case ; Sweetly disclosing his experience ; Extolling mercy from his own deep sense ; One that had been instructed by the rod, And boiled over in the praise of God : Who early (and oft in the night) would rise, To offer Thee a thankful sacrifice : '
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