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If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thine it shall ever be!
Chief among ten thousand; or, the Excellencies of Christ,
Cant. v. 10-16.
Its voblest tribute bring;
Who can refuse to sing !
And on his glories dwell;
And all his triumphs tell.
Upon his awful brow;
Among the sons of men:
That fill the heavenly train.
He flew to my relief;
And carried all my grief.
Upon my guilty head;
presence gilds my darkest hours,
And all the joys I have:
And saves me from the grave.]
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete. Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine!
The Excellency of the Priesthood of Christ. 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race, Jesus the most illustrious stands; The radiant beauty of his face Superior love and awe demands. Not Aaron or Melchizedeck Could claim such high descent as he; His nature and his name bespeak His unexampled pedigree. Descended from the eternal God, He bears the name of his own Son; And, dress'd in human flesh and blood, He puts his priestly garments on. The mitred crown, th' embroider'd vest, With graceful dignity he wears; And, in full splendour, on his breast The sacred oracle appears. So he presents his sacrifice, An offering most divinely sweet ; While clouds of fragrant incense rise, And cover o'er the mercy-seat. The Father with approving smile Accepts the offering of his Son : New joys the wondering angels feel, And haste to bear the tidings down. The welcome news their lips repeat Gives sacred pleasure to my breast : Henceforth, my soul, thy cause commit To Christ, thy advocate and priest.
Sun. Psalm lxxxiv, 11. Great God! amid the darksome night, Thy glories dart upon my sight, While, wrapt in wonder, I behold The silver moon and stars of gold. But, when I see the sun arise, And pour his glories o'er the skies, In more stupendous forms I view Thy greatness and thy goodness too. Thou Sun of suns, whose dazzling light Tries and confounds an angel's sight! How shall I glance mine eye at thee In all thy vast immensity ? Yet I
be allow'd to trace
Profession of Love to Christ. And have I, Christ, no love for thee,
No passion for thy charms?
And dwell within his arms ?
In this cold heart of mine, To him whose generous bosom glow'd
With friendship all divine?
Can I pronounce his charming name,
His acts of kindness tell;
No sweet emotion feel ?
What heart but must detest!
every human breast.
Had I no love for thee:
O may I cease to be!
All Attainments vain without Love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1-3.
Her richest gifts on me,
If void of love to thee.
Could make me truly good :
The want of love to God.
But were deny'd thy grace ;
Would be but sounding brass.
Each myst'ry to explain;
My knowledge would be vain.
As mountains to remove;
That did not work by love.
heaven secure, All my possessions I divide
Among the hungry poor:
To the devouring flame,
In hope the glorious deed will shine
In rolls of endless fame! These splendid acts of vanity,
Tho' all the world applaud, If destitute of charity,
Can never please my God.] Oh, grant me then, this one request,
And I'll be satisfy'd, That love divine may rule my breast,
And all my actions guide.
Penitential Sighs. Father! at thy call I come; In thy bosom there is room For a guilty soul to hide,– Press’d with grief on every side. [Here I'll make my piteous moan! Thou canst understand a groan: Here
sins and sorrows tell ; What I feel thou knowest well.] Ah ! how foolish I have been To obey the voice of sin To forget thy love to me, And to break my vows to thee. Darkness fills my trembling soul; Floods of sorrow o'er me roll: Pity, Father ! pity me! All my hope's alone in thee. But, may such a wretch as I, Self-condemn'd, and doom'd to die, Ever hope to be forgiven, And be smild upon by heaven? [May I round thee cling and twine, Call myself a child of thine; And presume to claim a part In a tender Father's heart?] Yes, I may ! for I espy Pity trickling from thine eye: