ANGEL, and ANGEL of the COVENANT. 287 JEsus, commifflon'd from above, Defcends to Men below, And (hews from whence the Springs of Grace In endlefs Currents flow. He, whom the boundlefs Heav'n adores, Whom Angels long to fee, Quitted with Joy thofe blifsful Shores Ambaffador to nie : To me, a Worm, a finful Clod, A Rebel all-forlorn, A Foe, a Traitor, to my GOD, And of a Traitor born: To me, who never fought his Grace, Who mock'd his holy Word, Who never knew, or lov'd, his Face, And all his Will abhorr'd To me, who could not even praife, When his kind Heart I knew; But fought a thoufand devious Ways, Rather than keep the true. Yet this REDEEMING ANGEL came So vile a Worm to biefs : He took, with Gladnefs, all my Blame, And gave his Righteoufnefs. O that my languid Heärt might glow With Ardor all divine, And, for more Love than Seraphs know, Like burning Seraphs fhine. ELECT.
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