Puslapio vaizdai

Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch, with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With fins, and doubts, and fears.

I ask them. whence their vict'ry.came ?
They, with united breath,

Afcribe their con queft to the Lamb;
Their triumph, to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps which he troɑ,
(His zeal inspir'd their breast)
And, foll wing their incarnate God,
Poffefs the promis'd reft.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern giv❜n,
While the long.cloudcf witneffes
Shew the fame path to heav'n.

CXLI. Faith afifled by Sence
Y Savior God my Sov'reign Prince,

But brings his graces down to fence,
And helps my faith o rife.

My eyes and cars hall blefs his name;
They read and hear his word
My touch and tafte fhall do the fame,
When they receive the Lord.

3 Baptifmal water is defign'd
To feal his cleaning grace;
While, at his teaft of bread and wine,
He gives his faints a place :

A But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh so clean ?
As by his fpint, and his blood,
He'll wash my foulsfrom fin.
Not choiceft meats, or nobleft wines,
So much my heart refresh,

As when my faith goes through the figns,
And feeds upon his flesh.

I love the Lord, who ftoops fo low.
To give his word a feal:

But the rich grace his hands beftow,
Exceeds the figures ftill.

CXLII. Faith in Chrift our facrifice.
TOT all the blood of beafts
On Jewish altars flain,

Could give the guilty confcience peace,
Or wash away the ftain..
2 But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our fins away;

A facrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While, like a penitent, and,
And there confefs my fin.

My foul looks back to fee,
The burdens thou didft bear,
When hanging on the curfed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

- Believing, we rejoice

To fee the curfe remove;
We blefs the Lamb, with chearful voice,
And fing his bleeding love..


CXLIII. Flash and Spirit.

THAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin,
Attend our mortal ftate!

I hate the thoughts which work within,
And do the works i hate.

Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While fin and fatan reign :

Now raife my foags of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

3 So darkness ftruggles with the light,
'F'ill perfect day arife;

Water and fire maintain the fight,
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flefl and spirit ftrive,
And vex and break my peace!
But I fhall quit this mortal life,
And fin torever ceafe.

CXLIV. The effusion of the Spirit. GREAT was the day, the joy was great,

When the divine difciples met;

Whilft on their heads the Spirit came,
And fat, like tongues of c oven flame.

2 What gifts, what miracles he gave!
An 1 pow'r to give, and po v'r to fave!
Furnish'd their tongues with wond 'rous words,
Instead of fhields, and fpears, and fwords.

3 Thus arm'd he sent the champ'ons forth,
From eat to weft, from South to north;
"Go, and affert your Saviour's canfe
"Go. fpread the myft'ry of his crofs.

4 Thefe weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are.
To make our ftubborn paffions bow
And lay the proud eft rebel low!

5 Nations. the learned and the rude,
Are by thefe heav'nly arms, fubdu'd;
While fatan rages at his lots,

And hates the doctrine of the crofs.

6 Great King of grace my heart fubdue-
I would be led in triumph too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And Eng the vict'ries of his word.


CXLV Sight through a Gla's, and Face to Face.
LOVE the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is feen,
And long to meet my Saviour's face,
Without a glafs between.

Oh, that the happy hour were come,
To change my faith to fight!
I fhould behold my Lord at home
In a Diviner light.

3 Hifte, my beloved, and remove
Thefe interpofing days;

Then fhall my paftons all be love,
And all my pow'rs be praife.

CXLVI. The vanity of Creatures.
AN has a foul of vaft defires;

Toft to and fro, his paffions fly
From vanity to vanity.


In vain, on earth, we hope to find
Some folid good to fill the mind:
We try new pleasures-but we feel
The inward thirst, and torment still.

So, when a raging fever burns ;
We thift from fide to fide, by turns ;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain.

4 Great God! fubdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and duft;

Cure this vile fever of the mind,
And feed our fouls with joys refin'd.

CXLVII. The Creation of the World, Gen. i.
OW let a fpacious world arise,”

"N Said the Creator Lord;

At once th' obed'ent earth and fkies
Rose, at his fov'reign word.

2 Bark was the deep: the waters lay
Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
He call'd the light-the new born-day
Attends on his coinmand.


He bids the clouds afcend on high;
The clouds afcend, and bear

A wat'ry treafue to the fky
And float on fofter air.

The liquid element below.
Was gather'd by his hand:
The rolling feas together Bow,
And leave the folid land.

5 With herbs and plants (a flow'ry birth)
The naked globe he crown'd,
E'er there was rain to biefs the earth,
Or fun to warm the ground.

6 Then he a'orn'd the upper fkies;
Behold the fun appears

The moon and ftars, in order rife
To mark out months and years.

Out of the deep th' Almighty King
Did vital beings frame;
The painted fowls, of ev'ry wing,
And fish of ev'ry name.

8 He gave the lion and the worm,
At once, their wondrous birth:
And grazing beafts of various form
Rofe from the teeming earth.

9 Adam was fram'd, of equal clay,
Though fov'reign of the rest,
Defign'd for nobler ends than they;
With God's own image bieft

10 Thus, glorious in the Maker's eye ;
The young creation stood;

He faw the building from on high,
His word pronounc'd it good.

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