Seven years of bitter servitude, and deemed

The weary months but moments to obtain

From crafty Laban's hand his promised bride.

To prove his friendship for the man he loved,

The generous Jonathan forgot his claims

To royalty, intent to save the life

Of him whom God had called to fill his throne.

And wilt thou feel less zealous to regain

The love and favour of thy heavenly King,

And shrink because the path to glory lies

Up the steep hill of duty? He who saved,

Amidst the tempest on Gennesaret,

Peter, when sinking in the waves, will aid

Thy feeble steps, and guide thee to the rock

Of everlasting strength!—

Spirit divine!

Whose name I erst invoked, whose influence fills

The narrow confines of this human breast,—

If I have dared to sing of truths sublime,

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