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And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, “ Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell."
To nobler visions long to rise ;
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
'Tis good to dwell for ever there :
CLXXXIV. The Grace of Christ in ministering to Men, and dying
for them. Matthew xx. 28.
How sweet thy gracious name!
On which thy mercy came.
Stood waiting on the wing,
The word of such a king ;
Thou laid'st that glory by,
Then in that flesh to die.
We doubly, Lord, are thine;
To thee our death resign.
His vigorous days with zeal !
Is call'd thy truth to seal !
Matthew xxiii. 37, 38.
His gentle hands abroad;
That thirst to drink our blood !
" And dwell secure from fear;
" Or reach, and wound you there."
* Messenger or ambassador.
3 With anxious heart the parent-bird
Thus calls her offspring round,
And slaughter stains the ground.
Fly to the known retreat ;
And find the shelter sweet.
Refuse to lend an ear;
And rather die, than hear.
Till they his wrath inflame;
and shame. CLXXXVI. The Abounding of Iniquity, and Coldness of Christian
Love. Matthew xxiv. 12.
FOR A FAST-DAY.
What hath she not to fear?
O how triumphant here!
How fiercely doth it rage !
In terrible presage.
Or who an ear to hear ?
Or for his country dear?
If christian breasts remain ;
Or its last efforts vain.
What shall the end be found?
Inflict the deeper wound?
Thy Spirit largely pour !
And dying love restore.
CLXXXVII. The final Sentence, and Happiness of the Righteous.
Matthew xxv. 34. |
TTEND mine ear ; my heart rejoice;
While Jesus from his throne,
Makes his last sentence known!
To raging flames are driven,
Thus calls his saints to heaven.
“Receive the large reward ;
“ The kingdom love prepar’d.
“ This sovereign purpose wrought,
“ To which you now are brought.
« Protected by my power,
“ Shall vex your souls no more.”
This jubilee proclaim,
So great, so dear a name.
CLXXXVIII. Relieving Christ in his poor Saints. Matthew xxv. 40. 1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!
How pay the mighty debt?
Dost thou exalted shine;
When all the worlds are thine ?
The partners of thy grace,
Before thy Father's face.
And visited, and cheer'd;
5 Thy face with reverence and with love
I in thy poor would see ;
Than hold it back from thee!
CLXXXIX. The femal Sentence and Misery of the Wicked.
Matthew xxv. 41.
ND will the Judge descend ?
And must the dead arise ?
His all-discerning eyes?
Shall such a sentence sound?
Spread black despair around?
“ To everlasting flame,
“ Where mercy never came.”
The terrors of that day,
Astonish'd shrink away?
The mansions of the dead,
What joyful tidings spread!
Whose wrath ye cannot bear ;
And find salvation there.
By which the Saviour bled,
His blessings on your head,
CXC. Christ's Submission to his Father's Will. Matthew xxvi. 42. | “FATHER divine,” the Saviour cried,
While horrors press'd on every side,
“ Remove this bitter cup away.
“ Or helpless man be left forlorn,
3 Thus our submissive souls wonld bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low ;
Would say, Thy will, not ours be done.
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.
betrayed. Matthew xxvi. 56.
His smiles how sweet! his rays how bright!
To the last breath he lov'd his own.
Fled, when they saw his danger near ;
To shield his life, or share his pains.
When unsupported, Lord, by thee;
And thus our vows abortive prove.
And bind in cords of love my heart :
But keep through death its hold on thee.
Cross. Matthew xxvii. 46.
What piercing cry invades mine ear?
Who calls to a forsaking God ?
'Tis his own darling and delight,
Dearer than all the sons of day!
Distended on the cursed tree,
One pitying look, one cheering word.
If press'd with all thy load of guilt,