BAXTER'S POEMS . And yet all these I should not fear, If all at home were safe and sound. But thy displeasure wounds my h~art . t have but two parts, flesh and soul: Both of thy.wrath do bear their part; And thou hast left me neither whole . THE SECOND PART. ALL this is just, Lord, I confess ; 1 staid too long ere I came in: And how should healing grace do less, When I brought with me so much sin ? Much pride and vanity I kept: Too oft my heart was looking back : Though God stood by me, yet I slept : Heav'n was at hand; 'yet I grew slack. Spare, Lord, and pity thy poor dust! That fled into thy ark for peace ! 0 cause my soul on thee to trust ! And do not my distress increase. 0 keep up life and peace within ! If I must feel thy chastening· rod ! Yet kill not me, but kill my sin; And let me know/thou art my God! Folly dwelt in my childish breast; Sin robb'd me of my youthful days : Let not thy wrath cut off the rest, And stifle thine intended prai§e,
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