BAXTER'S POEMS. 39 Although thou would'st not give me what I would,~ Thou gavest me the promised hundred-fold.t 0 my dear God ! how precious is thy love! Thy ways, not our's, lead to the joys above. THE THIRD PART. THE wondrous mercy of my bounteous Lord, Which sent me forth to preach his sacred word, Prepared my way, and called me to the place, Where I must first proclaim his saving grace : All things thou suited'st .fitly to my need, Giving me freedom, season, ground and seed: Poor thirsty souls, attend with greedy ear, Crowding in multitudes thy word to hear : . Thy mercy opening so wide a door, · Gave soine first-fruits betimes, and hopes of more. The various places where my lot did fall, Were all appointed to me by thy call. I never was to any of them brought, By the direction of my own forethought: Much less was ever any by me sought; And least of all, by price or bargain bought. I ne'er found cause of one place to repent; (Although my sins in all I must lament.) None were foreseen; yet after seen to reason, To be the fittest for the work and season . • Matt. 20, 21. t Matt. 19, 29.
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