Inordinate desire,

To gratify perverted taste,

By habit made entire.

The conflict rages fiercely on;

Here victory, then defeat;

But faint not, you can overcome,

And make your foes retreat.

An armor for us is prepared,

A helmet, sword and shield,

And He who mighty is to save,

Is with us on the field.

Experience can alone impart

The joy of sins forgiven,

Freedom in God while here below,

And soon a home in Heaven.

All Trials Cease.

[A young lady passing through great trials, accidentally met with a piece of poetry, and was greatly comforted and relieved from her sorrow by the last line, “All trials cease in Heaven, at home with God.”]

Are we assured our home’s in Heaven?

That all our sins are now forgiven?

Do we with all the heart believe,

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