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 faint, we fear, 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 Foes prepares
To catch the wand'ring 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 stedfast Eye
And fight with Hell by Faith.
7 Tho' we are feeble, Christ is strong,
His Promises are true,
We shall be Conqu'rors all ere long,
And more than Conqu'rors too.
Source: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (1st Ed.) #CCLXXXI