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Song XVI. LOXLEY EDGE.
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 | The songs of Joseph Mather |  |
Song XVI. LOXLEY EDGE.
Last Easter Sunday with bat-stick and trip,
To Pitsmoor firs I did eagerly trip,
But soon got fast in a quick-set edge;
A Methodist preacher, good natur'd and stout,
Took hold of my shoulders and lifted me out,
And said, “Young man, take advice from a stranger,
Permit me with freedom to tell thee thy danger,
Thou art in the road to Loxley edge.”
To Pitsmoor firs I did eagerly trip,
But soon got fast in a quick-set edge;
A Methodist preacher, good natur'd and stout,
Took hold of my shoulders and lifted me out,
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Permit me with freedom to tell thee thy danger,
Thou art in the road to Loxley edge.”
I found a desire on that point to be clear,
So I asked him how he could make it appear,
Since I had my face toward Washford bridge.
Says he I have visited many a cell,
And heard malefactors repeatedly tell,
That breaking the Sabbath doth often contribute,
To lead to the gallows, from thence to the gibbet,
So thou'rt in the read to Loxley edge.
So I asked him how he could make it appear,
Since I had my face toward Washford bridge.
Says he I have visited many a cell,
And heard malefactors repeatedly tell,
That breaking the Sabbath doth often contribute,
To lead to the gallows, from thence to the gibbet,
So thou'rt in the read to Loxley edge.
Whilst thou art transgressing the laws of the Lord.
By murdering the time set apart for His word,
Thou may'st be assur'd thy soul is in pledge;
Thy heart will grow harder and harder each day,
Thy light become darkness, and thou wilt give way
To Satan's temptations and subtle seductions,
Until thou art ripe for the pit of destruction,
So thou'rt in the way to Loxley edge.
By murdering the time set apart for His word,
Thou may'st be assur'd thy soul is in pledge;
Thy heart will grow harder and harder each day,
Thy light become darkness, and thou wilt give way
To Satan's temptations and subtle seductions,
Until thou art ripe for the pit of destruction,
So thou'rt in the way to Loxley edge.
If thou wouldst be happy my council pray take,
And frequent the means that's appointed for grace,
That I may nothing against thee allege;
Beseech the Almighty to plough up thy heart,
To take away sin and his spirit impart.
Had Fearne ta'en this method, his life had not ended,
At Tyburn, near York, nor in chains been suspended,
Betwixt heaven and earth upon Loxley edge.
And frequent the means that's appointed for grace,
That I may nothing against thee allege;
Beseech the Almighty to plough up thy heart,
To take away sin and his spirit impart.
Had Fearne ta'en this method, his life had not ended,
At Tyburn, near York, nor in chains been suspended,
Betwixt heaven and earth upon Loxley edge.
| The songs of Joseph Mather | |