256 LYRIC POEMS. Eternity lies open to my view ; Here the beginning and the end of all I can discover ; Christ the end of all, And Christ.thegreat beginning ; he my head, My God, my glory, and my all in all. . O that theday, the joyful day were C0111 e, When the first Adam from his ancientdust Crown'd with new honours shall revive, and see Jesus his Son and Lord ; while shouting saints [Son Surround their King, and God's eternal Shines in the midst, but with superior beams, And like himself; then the mysterious word Long hid behind the letter shall appear All spirit and life, and in the fullest light Stand forth to public view ; and there disclose His Father's sacred works; and wondrous ways Then wisdom, righteousness and grace divine, Thro' all the infinite transactions past, Inwrought and shining, shall with double blaze Strike our astonish'd eyes, and ever reign Admir'd and glorious in tiiumphant light. Death and the tempter, and Use man of sin [cast, Now at the bar arraign'd,in judgment Shall vex the saints no more: but perfect love And loudest praises perfect joy create, While ever circling years maintain the blissful state. Love on a Cross, and a Throne. I NOW let my faith grow strong and rise And -view any Lord in all Isis love; Look back to hear his dying cries, Then mount and see his throne above. 2 See where he languish'd on the cross ; Beneath my sins he groan'd and dy'd; See where he sits toplead my cause By his Almighty Father's side. 3 If I behold his bleeding heart, There love in floods of sorrow reigns, He triumphs o'er the killing smart, And buys my pleasure with his pains. 4 Or if I climb the eternal hills [thron'd Where.th' dear Conqu'ror sits en- Still in his heart compassion dwells, Near the memorials of bis wound. 5 Howshall a pardon'd rebel show How much I. love my dying God ? Lord, here I banish ev'ry foe, I hate the sins that cost thyblood. 6 I hold no more commerce with hell, My dearest lusts shall all depart; But let thine image ever dwell Stamp'd as:a seal upon my heart.. A Preparatory Thought for the Lord's - Supper. in Imitation of Is. lxiii. 1, 2, 3. I WHAT heav'nly Man, or lovely God, Comes marching downward from the - skies, Art'ay'd in garments roll'd in blood, With joy and pity in his eyes r 2 Thè Lord! the Saviour ! yes, 'tis lie, I know him by the smiles he wears ; Dear glorious man that dy'd for me, Drench'd deep in agonies and tears ! 3 Lo, be reveals his shining breast ; I own those wounds, and I adore Lo, he prepares a royal feast, Sweet fruit of the sharp pangs he bore t 4 Wlïénée 'flow these favours so divine'. Lord, why so lavish of thy blood ? Why for such earthly souls as mine, This heav'nly flesh, this sacred, food? 5 'Twas his own love that made him bleeds That nail'd him to the cursed tree ; 'Twas his own love this table spread' For such unworthy worms as we. 6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love, Come, faith, and feed upon the Lord: With glad consent our lips shall move And sweet Hosannas crown the board. Converse with Christ. 1 I'M tir'cl with visits, modes, and forms, And flatteries made to fellow- worms: Their conversation Boys ; Their vain amours, and empty stuff: But I can ne'er enjoy enough Of thy best company, my Lord, thou life of all my joys. 2 When he begins to tell his love, Thro' ev'ry vein my passions move, The captives of his tongue In midnight shades, on frosty ground I could attend the pleasing sound, Nor should I feel' December cold, poi: think the darkness long. 3 There, while I hear my Saviour -God Count o'er the sins (a heavy load) Ile bore upon the tree, Inward I blush with secret shame, And weep, and love, and bless the name That knew not built norgrief.his own, but bare it all forme. 4 Next he describes the thorns he wore And talks his bloody passion o'e , Till I amdrown'd in tears: Yet with the sympathetic smart
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