No More Learning

TO CHRIST.

I crawl, I creep; my Christ, I come
To Thee for curing balsamum:
Thou hast, nay more, Thou art the tree
Affording salve of sovereignty.
My mouth I'll lay unto Thy wound
Bleeding, that no blood touch the ground:
For, rather than one drop shall fall
To waste, my JESU, I'll take all.


130. TO GOD.

God! to my little meal and oil
Add but a bit of flesh to boil:
And Thou my pipkinet shalt see,
Give a wave-off'ring unto Thee.


131. FREE WELCOME.

God He refuseth no man, but makes way
For all that now come or hereafter may.


132. GOD'S GRACE.

God's grace deserves here to be daily fed
That, thus increased, it might be perfected.


133. COMING TO CHRIST.
To him who longs unto his Christ to go,
Celerity even itself is slow.


134. CORRECTION.

God had but one Son free from sin; but none
Of all His sons free from correction.


135. GOD'S BOUNTY.

God, as He's potent, so He's likewise known
To give us more than hope can fix upon.


136. KNOWLEDGE.

Science in God is known to be
A substance, not a quality.


137. SALUTATION.

Christ, I have read, did to His chaplains say,
Sending them forth, Salute no man by th' way:
Not that He taught His ministers to be
Unsmooth or sour to all civility,
But to instruct them to avoid all snares
Of tardidation in the Lord's affairs.
Manners are good; but till His errand ends,
Salute we must nor strangers, kin, or friends.

_Tardidation_, sloth.


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