Let not the strong, the, rich, the wise,
Of knowledge, wealth, or power be vain,
What mortals covet most, most prize,
When won, how few can long retain!
Heaven's noblest gift may prove a snare,
Unsanctified by faith and prayer.
He slept on pleasure's lap, and woke
Shorn of his strength Poor Samson found
The Lord had left him, when he broke
The vow with which his life was bound;
Blind, chain'd, enslaved, returning strength
Brought death with his revenge at length.
The wily traitor was betray'd
In his own craft; though woven well,
The net which for his king he laid
Entangled wise Achitophel;
Folly o'erruled what wisdom plann'd,
He perish'd by his own false hand.
"Soul, take thine ease eat, drink, rejoice,
Through length of years," the rich man said;
"Thou fool! this night," replied the voice
That calls the living to the dead,
"Thy soul shall be required of thee,
Whose then shall all thy treasures be?"
Wise to salvation through His Word,
And rich in faith His kingdom's heir,
Strong in the strength of Christ my Lord;
Be this my portion! 'tis my prayer:
For this would I count all things loss,
And glory only in the cross.
Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >