CIV. The little Success which attended the personal Ministry of CHRIST.

AND doth the Son of GOD complain,
"Lo, I have spent my Strength in vain,
And stretch'd my Hands whole Days and Years
To those, who slight my Words and Tears".

O stubborn Hearts, that could withstand
Such Efforts from a Saviour's Hand!
O gracious Saviour, who would bleed,
When Words and Tears could not succeed!

Fall down, my Soul, in humble Woe,
That thou hast wrong'd his Goodness so:
Now let his Grace resistless move
To melt the stubborn Flint to Love.

All-glorious LORD, march forth and reign,
And reap the Fruit of all thy Pain;
And, till a nobler Scene appear,
Begin the happy Conquest here.