"We're pardon'd neither for Belief nor Deed,
"For Faith nor Practice, Principle nor Creed;
"Not for our Sorrow for our former Sin,
"Not for our Fears when better Thoughts begin;
"Nor Prayers nor Penance in the cause avail,
"All strong Remorse, all soft Contrition fail;
"It is the Call! till that proclaims us free,
"In Darkness, Doubt, and Bondage we must be;
"Till that assures us, we've in vain endur'd,
"And all is over when we're once assur'd.

"This is Conversion :-First there comes a Cry "Which utters, 'Sinner, thou'rt condemn'd to die ;' "Then the struck Soul to every Aid repairs, "To Church and Altar, Ministers and Prayers; "In vain she strives,-involv'd, ingulph'd in Sin, "She looks for Hell, and seems already in: "When in this travail, the New-birth comes on, "And in an instant every Pang is gone; "The mighty Work is done without our pains,― "Claim but a part, and not a part remains.

"All this, Experience tells the Soul, and yet "These moral Men their pence and farthings set Against the terrors of the countless Debt: "But such Compounders, when they come to Jail, "Will find that Virtues never serve as Bail.

"So much to Duties: now to Learning look, "And see their Priesthood piling Book on Book; "Yea, Books of Infidels, we're told, and Plays, "Put out by Heathens in the wink'd-on days;

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"The very Letters are of crooked kind,

"And shew the strange Perverseness of their Mind. "Have I this Learning? When the LORD would speak, "Think ye he needs the Latin or the Greek? "And lo! with all their Learning, when they rise "To preach, in view the ready Sermon lies; "Some low-priz'd stuff they purchas'd at the Stalls, "And more like Seneca's than Mine or 'Paul's: "Children of Bondage, how should they explain "The Spirit's Freedom, while they wear a Chain? 66 They study Words, for Meanings grow perplex'd, "And slowly hunt for Truth from Text to Text, "Through Greek and Hebrew :-we the meaning seek "Of that within, who every tongue can speak : "This all can witness; yet the more I know, "The more a meek and humble Mind I show.

"No! let the Pope, the high and mighty Priest, "Lord to the Poor, and Servant to the Beast; "Let Bishops, Deans, and Prebendaries swell "With Pride and Fatness till their Hearts rebel: "I'm meek and modest-If I could be proud, "This crowded Meeting, lo! th' amazing Crowd! "Your mute Attention, and your meek Respect,

My Spirit's Fervour, and my Word's Effect, "Might stir th' unguarded Soul; and oft to me "The Tempter speaks, whom I compel to flee; "He goes in fear, for he my force has tried,"Such is my power! but can you call it pride?

"No, Fellow-pilgrims! of the things I've shown "I might be proud, were they indeed my own!

"But they are lent; and well you know the Source
"Of all that's mine, and must confide of course;
"Mine! no, I err; 'tis but consign'd to me,
“And I am nought but Steward and Trustee.”

FAR other Doctrines yon Arminian speaks;

"Seek Grace," he cries, "for he shall find who seeks."
This is the antient Stock by Westley led,

They the pure Body, he the reverend Head:
All Innovation they with dread decline,
Their John the Elder, was the John Divine;
Hence, still their moving Prayer, the melting Hymn,
The varied Accent, and the active Limb;
Hence that implicit faith in Satan's Might,
And their own matchless Prowess in the fight.
In every act they see that lurking Foe
Let loose awhile, about the World to go;
A Dragon flying round the Earth to kill
The heavenly hope, and prompt the carnal will;
Whom sainted Knights attack in Sinners' cause,
And force the wounded Victim from his Paws;
Who but for them would Man's whole race subdue,
For not an Hireling will the Foe pursue.

"Shew me one Churchman who will rise and pray "Through half the night, though labʼring all the day, "Always abounding-shew me him, I say:"

Thus cries the Preacher, and he adds, "their Sheep "Satan devours at leisure, as they sleep.

"Not so with us; we drive him from the Fold, "For ever barking, and for ever bold:

"While they securely slumber, all his schemes "Take full effect,-the Devil never dreams:

"Watchful and changeful through the World he goes, "And few can trace this deadliest of their Foes; "But I detect, and at his work surprize

"The subtle Serpent under all disguise.

"Thus to Man's Soul, the Foe of Souls will speak,

"A Saint-elect, you can have nought to seek ;
"Why all this labour in so plain a case,
"Such care to run when certain of the race?'

"All this he urges to the carnal will,

"He knows you're slothful, and would have you still :
"Be this your answer,- Satan, I will keep
"Still on the watch till you are laid asleep.'
"Thus too the Christian's progress he'll retard :-
"The Gates of Mercy are for ever barr'd;
"And that with Bolts so driven and so stout,

"Ten thousand Workmen cannot wrench them out.'
"To this deceit you have but one reply,—
"Give to the Father of all Lies, the Lie.

"A Sister's weakness he'll by fits surprize, "His her wild laughter, his her piteous cries; "And should a Pastor at her side attend, "He'll use her organs to abuse her Friend: "These are Possessions-unbelieving Wits

"Impute them all to Nature; They're her Fits, "Caus'd by commotions in the Nerves and Brains;'"Vain Talk! but they'll be fitted for their pains.

"These are in part the Ills the Foe has wrought, "And these the Churchman thinks not worth his thought; They bid the Troubled try for peace and rest, "Compose their Minds and be no more distrest: "As well might they command the passive Shore "To keep secure, and be o'erflow'd no more; "To the wrong subject is their Skill applied; "To act like Workmen, they should stem the Tide.

"These are the Church-physicians; they are paid "With noble fees for their advice and aid; "Yet know they not the inward pulse to feel, "To ease the anguish, or the wound to heal. "With the sick Sinner, thus their work begins, "Do you repent you of your former Sins? "Wil you amend if you revive and live? "And, pardon seeking, will you pardon give? "Have you belief in what your Lord has done, "And are you thankful?—all is well, my son.'

"A way far different ours-we thus surprize "A Soul with questions, and demand replies:

"How dropt you first,' I ask, 'the Legal Yoke? "What the first word the Living Witness spoke? "Perceiv'd you Thunders roar, and Lightnings shine, "And Tempests gathering, ere the Birth divine? "Did Fire, and Storm, and Earthquake all appear "Before that still small Voice, What dost thou here? "Hast thou by day and night, and soon and late, "Waited and watch'd before Admission-gate; "And so a Pilgrim and a Soldier pass'd

"To Sion's Hill through battle and through blast?