Such never will let Jesus in, nor with him ever sup.
They yet may linger round the shore, and think to get on board,
But they must come to Heaven’s terms; the standard can’t be lowered.
Thrice happy they who’re in the ship, though tossed with angry waves!
“Our Father’s at the helm,” and all who trust in him he saves;
Those who in heart give up their all, lie passive in his hand,
He’ll bring with safety into port, to their own promised land.
False Fame and True.
While men, our faults perceiving not, would move our fame to raise,
How oft our natures weakly yield to flattery and praise,