Classic Poem

The word which you from Gods own mouth afford,
Ho! unto man doth bring a resting word;
On which who do perpetually rely,
May ever in perpetuall rest aby:
A sinner hath a load, but Gods Word blest
Sends unto him a comfortable rest .

Many men seem to rest in sin; but than,
O, settled rest , they none at all attain:
Resting in death the same is like, much rather
Then any true rest that such ones do gather;
Oh, unto man the word doth bring morest :
Not letting conscience be by sin opprest;
Ever then in thy preaching we are blest.