On CLEMENS ALEXANDRINUS'S Description of a Perfect Christian. Rev. John Gambold Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 37-38. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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On CLEMENS ALEXANDRINUS'S Description of a Perfect Christian . I. HERE from afar the finish'd Height Of Holiness is seen : But O what heavy Tracts of Toil , What Deserts lie between ? II . Man for the Simple Life Divine What will it cost to break ; Ere Pleasure soft and wily Pride No more within him speak ? III . What lingring Anguish must corrode The Root of Nature's Joy ? What secret Shame and dire Defeats The Pride of Heart destroy ? IV . Learn Thou the whole of Mortal State In Stilness to sustain ; Nor sooth with false Delights of Earth Whom GOD has doom'd to Pain . V. Thy Mind now Multitude of Thoughts , Now Stupor shall distress ; The Venom of each latent Vice Wild Images impress . VI . Yet darkly fafe with GOD thy Soul His Arm still onward bears , Till thro' each Tempest on her Face A Peace beneath appears . VII . 'Tis in that Peace we see and act By Instincts from above ; With finer Taste of Wisdom fraught , And mystic Pow'rs of Love . VIII . Yet ask not in mere Ease and Pomp Of Ghostly Gifts to shine : Till Death the Lownesses of Man , And decent Griefs are Thine .