178    8.8.6.     J. Berridge
No Gathering to Profit but with Christ. Matt. 12. 30

1 Abundance of good folk, I find,
  Are gathering goodness for the wind
  To scatter it about;
  They seek, with human care and skill,
  Their vessels with good wine to fill,
  But all the wine leaks out.

2 [A fretful soul his fault may spy,
  And struggle much, and often try
  Some patience to obtain;
  Yet after many toilsome years,
  And many sighs and many tears,
  He has not got a grain.]

3 He that with Jesus gathers not,
  May plough and sow, and weed his plot,
  But scatters all his corn;
  No real goodness long can stand,
  Which planted is by human hand;
  It dies as soon as born.

4 [They reap and scatter all the while;
  They reap and gather nought but toil;
  ’Tis labour lost, I see.
  O Lord, do thou instruct my heart
  With my own reaping-hook to part,
  And gather all with thee.]

5 In Christ my treasure gathered is;
  My wisdom, wealth, and might are his,
  My peace at his command;
  With him is free and plenteous store,
  And faith may have enough and more,
  When gathered from his hand.