Obedience (A Poem)

[rhomphaeam]

If thoughts of sweet content do flee!
In men with certain flesh inclined,
Those sins that Christ did once deny,
Forsaking all the cross to bear.
What ought my heart to Him now say?
Lest once despising that great love,
Be found in Him a cast away.

Lord by all thy strength and good,
Lay waste the foolish heart impure,
And with Thy rod behove to truth,
This vessel made of flesh and blood.
Come lead me now my God of might,
Whose mercies every quick repair,
The faithless heart when sin takes flight

Rhomphaeam