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They cannot when come to their height,
full ſatisfaction give
Nor of its trouble, in the leaſt,
the ſoul's caſe once relieve.
At when they're at the greateſt pitch,
a very little thing,
Theſe pleaſures all will mar and will
miſtune their greateſt ſpring.
But in this way the pleaſures of
another nature are,
All earthly pleaſures in the bloom
tranſcending very far.
Here are ſubſtantial delights,
here pleaſures to be found.
Nor light nor vain, but founded ſure
upon a ſolid ground
Here pleaſure which can to the ſoul
full ſatisfaction yield,
From whence they flow the fountain is,
God in Chriſt reconcil'd.
Even in the ſadeſt outward ſtate,
theſe can the ſoul ſupport,
And make thee with ſadeſt loſs,
moſt ſweetly to comfort
This fight is alſo a good fight,
it is a noble war;
Nothing there is that juſtly can,
make it at thee to ſcar.
A noble captain thou ſhalt have,
of whom thou mayeſt boaſt;
Under whoſe conduct never yet,
one ſoldier was loſt
Oh! he is mighty, and can make
the ſtouteſt foe to yield;
