[Written for the Sentinel]

Fidelity

Howe'er the adversary tries, By varied guile,To urge me with persuasive lies,With frown or smile,The eternal Truth shall be my shield;Thus guarded I can never yield.

Although the importunate thrust of painBy night or day,Tempt me to think my trust is vain,I will not stray,But rest in God's unclouded joy,And error's baseless claim destroy.

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