Tribulation. 2 Tim. 3. 12
J. Hart C.M.
1
The souls that would to Jesus press,
Must fix this firm and sure,
That tribulation, more or less,
They must and shall endure.
2
From this there can be none exempt;
’Tis God’s own wise decree;
Satan the weakest saint will tempt,
Nor is the strongest free.
3
[The world opposes from without,
And unbelief within;
We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt,
And feel the load of sin.]
4
[Glad frames too often lift us up,
And then how proud we grow!
Till sad desertion makes us droop,
And down we sink as low.]
5
[Ten thousand baits the foe prepares
To catch the wandering heart;
And seldom do we see the snares
Before we feel the smart.]
6
But let not all this terrify;
Pursue the narrow path;
Look to the Lord with steadfast eye,
And fight with hell by faith.
7
Though we are feeble, Christ is strong;
His promises are true;
We shall be conquerors all ere long,
And more than conquerors too.
