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.