52 That pride which tumbled Satan down From glory and from bliss, Wou'd with him surely plunge thee too 53 Yield not to that too cunning fool, And tho' in darkness, chains, and fire, 54 By which his fall, and murdering me, 55 Altho' to me, who died for thee, 56 The bait he throws full in thy sight, 57 Too wise the bird, that sees the net If not more foolish thou, from snares 58 One master only thou canst serve, Or him, who kindly means to save, 59 With ease and safety I am serv'd, Beneath his pleasures, fear, and shame, 60 Fear him, who justly can condemn Love him, who can, and will redeem 61 If me you either fear or love, 62 Consort not with thy deadly foe, To make the partner of his crimes, 64 Eternal flames, immortal soul, He who in wisdom flies from sin, 65 Eternal joys, immortal soul, If'tis thy wisdom these to choose, 66 To be as great as thou wert once, To rule this world is not so great, 67 But to be great, thou must be good, 68 This glorious conquest to achieve, A mortal, made or good or great, 69 All powers above, and there below, Without me none is wise or good; 70 Vain of thy wisdom, as profound, Thou soon shalt judge from hence, 71 Canst thou distinguish good from ill, And to the first adhere, Rejecting with disdain the last, Tho' sometimes looking fair? 72 Canst thou to thy known happiness And ne'er desire that happiness 73 Canst thou the best of friends embrace, When thou the worst can well discern 74 But if thy vaunted wisdom fails Go learn a little judgment, man, 75 Or rather, as an ox or ass These teachers I too recommend 76 If thou thy greatest good, well known, And open-eyed, thy greatest ill 77 Instead of me, if thou for guide 78 If such the wisdom of thy head, 79 What drew me from the throne above, If thou shalt ask, ungrateful man, 80 What! now again thy hammer raise ! Thy sin thro' me, thou must believe, 81 If thou by faith even yet in me Thy crime that wounds me, wounds thyself, 32 What! thou a Christian, and conspire Of Christ among the Infidels, And teach them to blaspheme! 83 With hell's foul monster, O thou fool, The whole I purchas'd; to my foe 84 Be wholly mine, or wholly his, 85 My patience, too much tir'd by crimes, Thou brother of the worm, beware ; 86 Provoke not justice; in my hand 87 But yet awake; return to me, With faith and grief I shall relent, 88 To each transgressor, who his sins A full forgiveness I shall grant, 89 In me direct thy steps, and thou I am the truth, the life, the way 90 Arm, arm, and watch,-lo, this my hand 91 I say to death, Where is thy sting? VOL. VI. 92 Return to me in faith and tears, And thou shalt pardon, freedom, peace, 93 Then thou, once much lamented piece, Stampt with God's name anew in heaven, 94 What a new glow of gratitude 95 Welcome, thrice welcome, shall resound 96 My heart, O Saviour, hears thy words; Now deaf and blind to other things, 97 Thou hast not at the trifling price For me this wondrous glory bought, 98 No Jesus, 'twas thy blood which snatch'd 99 To me thy goodness thou hast given, 100 Could nothing less my health restore? Ah, bitter health! Ah, woful life! 101 Its eye on heaven, even thus obtain❜d, And on thy cross my altar laid, In love and anguish burns. |