BAXTER'S POEMS. Though I lose friends and -\vealth, · And bear reproach and shame ; Though I lose ease and he?-lth, Still let me praise God's name. That fear and pain, Which would destroy My thanks and joy, Do thou restrain. Though human help depart, And flesh draw near to dust ; Let faith keep up my heart, To love God true and just: And all my days. Let no disease Cause me to cease His joyful praise . Though sin would make me doubt~ ' And fill my ·soul with fears; Though God seems to shut out, My daily cries and tears: By no such frost Of sad delays, Let thy "sweet praise Be nipp?d and lost. Away, distrustful care! I have thy promise, Lord To banish all despair, I 'have thy oath and word. And therefore I Shall see thy face, And there thy grace Shall magnify.
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