1 Strait is the Way, the Door is strait,
That leads to Joys on High;
'Tis but a few that find the Gate,
While Crouds mistake, and die.
2 Beloved Self must be deny'd,
The Mind and Will renew'd
Passion suppress'd, and Patience try'd,
And vain Desires subdu'd.
[3 Flesh is a dang'rous Foe to Grace,
Where it prevails and rules;
Flesh must be humbled, Pride abas'd,
Lest they destroy our Souls.
4 The Love of Gold be banish'd hence,
(That vile Idolatry)
And ev'ry Member, ev'ry Sense,
in sweet Subjection lye.
5 The Tongue, that most unruly Pow'r,
Requires a strong restraint;
We must be watchful ev'ry Hour,
And pray, but never faint.
6 Lord! can a feeble, helpless Worm
Fulfil a Task so hard!
Thy Grace must all my Works perform,
And give the free Reward.
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First Line: | Strait is the Way, the Door is strait |
Title: | Christian Virtues; or The Difficulty of Conversion |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Pilgrimage of Saints |
Notes: | Public Domain. |