Classic Poem

Ye S heep, ye have been stripp'd
That Man may cloathed be;
Have I a Robe of Righteousness,
By Faith to cover me?
To cover me from Sin,
That shame may not appear —
This is the Robe the Saviour made,
And all his Servants wear.
Ye Sheep will soon be put to death,
And be to us for Food;
And those that love the Lord in truth,
Shall not want any good.
Yea, rather than his Saints should Want,
The Saviour once did die;
And gave his Flesh to them for Food,
Their Souls to satisfy.
Dear Lord, increase my Faith,
In Providence and Grace;
Since that I hope of things divine,
My Soul has had a Taste.