Fond of his King, and to his Country true,
He paid to Cesar, and to God their due;
And soon experiencing the Saviour’s grace,
Fought the good fight, and won the Christian race;
In every state, in every duty shin’d
Generous, and just, beneficent and kind
Friend of distress, and Father to the poor,
Active to do, and patient to endure,
No injuries his stedfast soul coud move,
Abate his zeal, or weary out his love:
A Steward wise, a Doer of the word,
An humble, faithful follower of his Lord,
Close in his dear Redeemer’s steps he trod,
Took up his daily cross, and liv’d for God,
Till summon’d to compleat his sacrifice,
And claim his purchas’d Mansion in the skies,
He more than Conqueror in death appear’d,
And trampled on a Foe he never fear’d!
O that I might, like Him, my life resign
O might his soul’s eternal state be mine!