Of Victory Over Satan
The God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly.
Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.
Of the End of His Warfare
The time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.
Oh most delightful hour by man
Experienced here below,
The hour that terminates his span
Of conflict and of woe!
Believer’s Confidence in God
My times are in thy hand: make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies’ sake.
“My times are in thy hand,”
My God, I wish them there;
My life, my friends, my soul, I leave
Entirely to thy care.
Lead to Amendment of Life
I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy testimonies. I made haste, and delayed not to keep thy commandments.
Thou art my portion, O my God;
Soon as I know thy way,
My heart makes haste to obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.
Of the Season of Conversion
Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light: who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son.
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
And cut up all my follies by the root,
I never trusted in an arm but thine,
Nor hoped but in thy righteousness Divine:
Cast at thy glorious feet, mine only plea
Is what it was, dependance upon Thee.
Of Past Unprofitableness
For when ye were the servants of sin, ye were free from righteousness. What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are now ashamed?
Lord, I confess my numerous faults,
How great my guilt has been;
Foolish and vain were all my thoughts,
And all my life was sin.
As for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped. For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
Their feet are in a slippery place;
Their riches swift as shadows fly;
Their honours end in deep disgrace;
In mirth they live, in anguish die.