Sufferings.

God ne'er afflicts us more than our desert,
Though He may seem to overact His part:
Sometimes He strikes us more than flesh can bear;
But yet still less than grace can suffer here.

Justly our dearest Saviour may abhor us,
Who hath more suffered by us far, than for us.

For all our works a recompence is sure;
'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure.

In the hope of ease to come,
Let's endure one martyrdom.

Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go,
Crosses we must have; or, hereafter woe.

Afflictions bring us joy in times to come,
When sins, by stripes, to us grow wearisome.