Into the gulph of sin anon I'm plunged head aad ears; Till straight my Lord with sweet surprize Yet thus my life is nothing else SECTION VI. Faith and frames compared, or faith building upon sense discovered. AITH has for its foundation broad, FAITH stable rock on which I stand, 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, On things that ev'ry moment change. But could my faith lay all its load And divine truth that's still the same: Could I believe what God has spoke, But when, how soon the frame's away, And unbelieving doubts prevail : This proves the charge of latent vice, And plain my faith's defects may show ; I built the house on thawing ice, That tumbles with the melting snow. When divine smiles in sight appear, And I enjoy the heav'nly gale; When wind and tide, and all is fair, I dream my faith shall never fail ; My heart will false conclusions draw, That strong my mountain shall remain; 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, I cannot trust a hiding God. So much my faith's affiance seems Then doubts instead of faith prevail. But why, though fruit be snatch'd from me, 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, I droop and sink in deeps anon, But though I miss the pleasing gale, And Heav'n withdraw the charming glance; Unless Jehovah's oath can fail, My faith may keep its countenance. The frame of nature shall decay, Time-changes break her rusty chains; Yea, heav'n and earth shall pass away; But faith's foundations firm remains. Heav'n's promises so fix'dly stand, But when my faith the counsel hears A feather tossed with ev'ry wind. Lame legs of faith unequal crook : Thus mine, alas! unev'nly stand, Else I would trust my stable rock, Not fading frames and feeble sand: I would, when dying comforts fly, As much as when they present were, Upon my living joy rely. Help, Lord, for here I daily err. CHAPTER V. The Believer's Principles concerning Heaven and Earth. SECTION I. The work and contention of heaven. N heavenly choirs a question rose, IN That stirr❜d-up strife will never close, Babes thither caught from womb and breast, Those that arriv'd at riper age Anon the war more close begun, " " "Tis I, (said one), 'bove all my race, |