But, ah! alas! th' ensuing hour My lusts arise and swell; They rage and reinforce their pow'r, With new recruits from hell. Though I resolv'd and swore, through grace, In very solemn terms, I never should my lusts embrace, Yet such deceitful friends they are, I'm snar'd before I am aware, And hurri'd down the stream: Into the gulf of sin anon, I'm plunged head and ears; Grace to my sense is wholly gone, And I am chain'd in fears: Till straight my Lord with sweet surprise Returns to lose my bands, With kind compassion in his eyes, And pardon in his hands. Yet thus my life is nothing else But heav'n and hell by turns; My soul, that now in Goshen dwells, SECTION VI. FAITH AND FRAMES COMPARED; OR, FAITH BUILDING UPON SENSE DISCOVERED. FAITH has for its foundation broad A stable rock on which I standThe truth and faithfulness of God: All other grounds are sinking sand. My frames and feelings ebb and flow; It fleets and staggers to and fro, And dies amidst the dying frame. That faith is surely most unstay'd, Its stagg'ring can't be counted strange, That builds its hope of lasting aid On things that every moment change. But could my faith lay all its load Upon the righteousness of God, And divine truth that 's still the same; Could I believe what God has spoke, And cease to grasp at fleeting smoke, So soon my faith falls in decay, And unbelieving doubts prevail: This proves the charge of latent vice, That tumbles with the melting snow. When divine smiles in sight appear, My heart with false conclusions draw, That in my faith there is no flaw, I'll never, never, doubt again. I think the only rest I take, Is God's unfading word and name; And fancy not my faith so weak, As e'er to trust a fading frame. But, ah! by sudden turns I see My lying heart's fallacious guilt, And that my faith, not firm in me, On sinking sand was partly built : For, lo! when warming beams are gone, I cannot wait the rising Sun, So much my faith's affiance seems When drops of comfort, quickly dried, When cheering apples are denied, Then doubts instead of faith prevail. But why, though fruit be snatch'd from me, Should I distrust the glorious Root; And still affront the standing Tree, By trusting more to falling fruit? The smallest trials may evince My faith unfit to stand the shock, The safest ark when floods arise, For when the fleeting frame is gone, But though I miss the pleasing gale, And Heav'n withdraw the charming glance, Unless JEHOVAH's oath can fail, My faith may keep it countenance. The frame of nature shall decay, Time-changes break her rusty chains; Yea, heav'n and earth shall pass away; But faith's foundation firm remains. Heav'n's promises so fix'dly stand, |