John: Blind infidels, ye must contend

Blind infidels, ye must contend,
And fight, and cavil without end,
Who hate the Truth, the Life, the Way,
Ye must in deadly error stray;
Faith only can your doubts remove
By the pure energy of love,
Make all your vain disputings cease,
And fill your hearts with lasting peace.

And Paul dwelt two whole years in his, Sc. — xxviii 30.

Gifts to the saints at Rome
He long had wish'd to' impart;
And now the time is come
For uttering all his heart,
For publishing to rich and poor
Thq kingdom from above,
The joy that always shall endure,
The power of Jesu's love.

Jesus and Him alone
The Saviour he proclaims,
The God and man makes known,
I lis offices and names,
His doctrine, life, and wonders here,
Hi, suffering and His rise.
His mission of the Comforter,
And reign above the skies.

The door which Christ displays,
Nor men, nor fiends can, ,
Or stop the course of grace
That through this vessel flows;
The chosen vessel of his Lord
Must His whole counsel show,
And bold dispense that royal word
Which builds His church below.

Not in a lower sphere
Of narrower good he moves,
Ordain'd to minister
To all whom Jesus loves,
Apostle of the ransom'd race
He preaches unconfined,
In every age, in every place,
He writes to all mankind.