Classic Poem

Rich suplys of grace, in Christ

In Christ ther is, a full supply
For ev'ry one, both great, & small
That can by livly faith aply
They'l find him, to be all, in all.

Dost thou feell sin, to smart, & prick
Then come to him, & thou'lt find ease
Set faith on work, his wounds to lick
And thou wilt find, thy pain to cease.

If thou shalt say, sin is to strong
I cannot get it subdued
To Christ, as king, doth this belong
To lay thy sin, att thy feet dead.

Dost thou desire, to grow in grace
Aply his bloud, to graces root
Then thou wilt surely, mount apace
From hence, thou mayst still fecth recruit.

Dost thou desire, still more to know
that thou mayst learn, & do his will
Goe thou to his abundant store.
true saving knowledg he'l instill.

If thou wouldst have, thy praers ascend
And come up to the mercy seat
Then look to Christ att gods right hand
Thy great high preist, hee'l intercede.

Bee sure to put, thy prayers into
Thy only mediators hand
And they shall find, aceptance through
His merits, when by them perfum'd.

Dos, th greatnese, of thy sins affright
Know Christ, was god, as well as man
His godhead t'was that satisfi'd
When united, to the humane,

Wouldst thou have gospell sence of sin,
Look up to Christ, dying for thee
A sight, & sence, of this will bring
Repentance to run, kinnd, and free.

Wouldst thou have thy afections pack'd
And upon heaven, to be set
Tis Christ who by devine atract
must thither thy affections get.

Dost thou desire, to learn this art
To part with all, & self deny
And willingly, to Loose thy part
Of this worlds vain felicity.

Then look to Christ, that rare example
Who knew best this earths meane extract
Upon this world, how did he trample
Hee'l teach thee, to tread in his track.

Wouldst thou have mercys unto thee
From speciall grace, & love, to grow
To Christ beholding thou must be
Cov'nant streams, from him do flow.

Wouldst thou from fears, & doupts, be free
And have thy comforts firm, and sure
Anchor'd on Christ, then thou must bee
That rock, that doth, and shall endure.

If yet thy pardon be not seal'd.
Goe plead the promise of the spirit
Hee, & he only, can reveal't
This's a friut of blessed meritt.

Dost feell thy self, dead, dull, & low
Christ's the root of spirituall life
Union with him, makes grace to grow
Life in abundance, thou'lt derive.

Art thou anoy'd by fresh onset
From saten strong, malious rage
Tis Christ, that succours the tempted
His pow'r for thee, he will engage.

Doth thoughts of death, thy soull amaze.
Christ came to free from fears such as
In bondage, ar still all their days
He on this enemy trambled has,

His bloud's the true Catholicon
A universall remidy
Great things, shall still for them, be done
That can by faith, unto it fly.

Wilt thou now say, whats this to me
I still am poor, and cant atain't
Grace is communicated free
Christ did receive itt, for that end.

Now if thou wilt, lye down, and dye
When for thy cure, here, is such store
The fault must att thine own door lye,
Christ shall be glorious evermore.