‘ STABLISHED

The well-built house with walls of brick, or stone,

May tremble some if struck by the cyclone;

The most established saint may trials feel,

As flint may turn the edge of finest steel.

Satanic hosts may rush in like a flood,

Allied with foes of our own flesh and blood,

The elements of earth and hell combine,

Yet tho’ he trembles, stands in strength divine;

He rests secure on the unyielding rock.

The top may sway, but base feels not the shock;

His heart is fixed, nor earth nor hell can move;

They wrench not loose, but his allegiance prove.

Christ wept with Mary at her brother's grave;

Laid down His life a rebel world to save;

Tried, like ourselves, and like us too, infirm,

Yet knew no sin in either root or germ;

Let us be like Him while we sojourn here,

Then storms and earthquakes we need never fear.