305 C.M. J. Hart
Tribulation. 2 Tim. 3. 12
1
The souls that would to Jesus press,
 
Must fix this firm and sure,
 
That tribulation, more or less,
 
They must and shall endure.
2
From this there can be none exempt;
 
’Tis God’s own wise decree;
 
Satan the weakest saint will tempt,
 
Nor is the strongest free.
3
[The world opposes from without,
 
And unbelief within;
 
We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt,
 
And feel the load of sin.]
4
[Glad frames too often lift us up,
 
And then how proud we grow!
 
Till sad desertion makes us droop,
 
And down we sink as low.]
5
[Ten thousand baits the foe prepares
 
To catch the wandering heart;
 
And seldom do we see the snares
 
Before we feel the smart.]
6
But let not all this terrify;
 
Pursue the narrow path;
 
Look to the Lord with steadfast eye,
 
And fight with hell by faith.
7
Though we are feeble, Christ is strong;
 
His promises are true;
 
We shall be conquerors all ere long,
 
And more than conquerors too.