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By sin and Satan un-intic't,
JOB, type of our Emmanuel Christ,
With all the gems he had in store,
None half so bright as Patience wore.[1]5
JOB, son of Issachar, at length
Proves Patience is the child of Strength;[2]Yet Jesus cou'd new pow'rs create,
And e'en in weakness made her great.
Long-suff'ring God, whose goodness can10
Bear with, and bless provoking man;
Let us like thee attempt our parts,
And 'gainst false brethren arm our hearts.
Teach us in sickness to adore
Thine hand, and all our ills restore;15
Or let us meditate in death,
On Thee — poor man of NAZARETH.
Teach me in poverty to think
Of Him[3]who drank on Cedron's brink;
But had nor[4]mansion-house, nor bread,20
Or to repose him, or be fed.[5]Teach me 'midst all the griefs below,
This transient State, this world of woe,
Submissive on my bended knee,
To take my cross and follow Thee.