COLLECTION
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5* 0 N G S,
ON
VARIOUS RELIGIOUS SUBJECTS,
LET the word of Chrift dwell in you abundantly, in all •vvifdom ; teaching and admonifhing one another in Pfahns, Hymns, and Spiritual Canticles, finging in grace in your hearts to God.
COUOSSIANS in. 16.
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PRINTED BY J. CHALMERS AND CO, I802.
EMMANUEL
STOR
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CONTENTS.
ALTUNO, why trembles, — 103
And do we then believe ? — 107
And now, my foul, can'fl thou forget, — no
A pious Do&or, — — 36
As mourns the fad turtle, — - 57
At laft fhall come, 144
Aurora juft on Sion hill, 79
Awake, my foul, lift up thine eyes, — 97
BEGIN with joyful hearts, — 63
Blind Cupid, your arrows refign, 47
COME, all ye glad faithful, — 84
Come, Holy Ghoft, fend down a ray, — 3
Come, Holy Spirit, come and breathe, — 97
DRAW near, ye haughty fons, — 74
ETERNAL GOD, great One in Three, rj
Eternal Majefly fupreme, — 98
FROM lake, where water does not go, — 85
GOD fays, his church is a high hill, — 119
Great God, beginning, — 147
HAIL MARY, full of heavenly grace, — 51
His goodnefs God does ftill extend, — 117
How calm the night, — — 114
How pleafant was Eden, — — 43
Human life is but a dream, — 147
IN thankful flrains, 19
Jefus, whofe grace infpires, — 95
LET notes of joy, — 79
Lord, what a pleafant life, 11%
Lord, \vho fhall dwell, — in
MY GOD, had I my breath, — 94
My foul, what's all this world, *ii
My foul, what reafon to complain, — 9
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O GOULD I, loOs'd — lo*
O'er field and meadow, '— 116
O Mary, fay, when drawing near, — . 14$
Open thine eyes, my foul, and fee, — 99
O the years, the many many years, — 55
Our Jefus on his altar lies, — — 113
RESIS I LESS thy darts, — — - 81
SLEEP on, my babe, — 101
Sweet angel, to whofe pious care, — 8a
Sweet Jefus, crown'd with thorns, — 53
THAT thou art mortal, — — IZ
The Lord our God had always been — 6
The fceptre Judah (hall poflefs, — 51
The fun now haftes to hide his face, — 100
The twelve great pillars, — 129
There once, where now thefe ruins lie, 141
Thefe twelve bright Mars, — — 132
Think often on Jefus — — 1-. , 23
To be tortur'd in every part, — — 44
To-day let the faithful rejoice, — 35
To Jefus tune your fweeteft lays, — 78
Too long, my good God, have I wander'd, 46
To fave all men God docs intend, — 123
Tune now, my heart, thy notes, 1 08
UPON my lap my Saviour fits, — 48
WHAT new-born luminary, — —105
What tho' my ftation is but low, — 66
When all the bounties I behold, — 136
When I go vifit up and down, — — 70
When we adore one God on high, — ' 133
When with our new Reformers, — 138
While many fing of empty toys, — 4
While the welkin melodioufly, — 7^
Who image and idol, — — 89
A TRANSLATION OF THE HTMN, VENI SANCTE SPIRTTUS.
COME, Holy Ghoft, fend down a ray Of light from heaven, by which we may Direct our fteps aright : Come thou, whofe lib'ral bounty grants A full fupply to all our wants •, Come thou, of hearts true light.
Thy vifits bring fuch peace and joy, As no difafters can deflroy :
They foften all our cares. Thou art, in toil, our ftreetrepofe ; Our comfort, when perplexed with woes,
In this fad vale of tears.
O facred light, O heavenly fire,
With virtuous thoughts our fouls infpirc,
With pious ardour fill ! Without thy prefence, nothing can Be found of real worth in man,
Nothing that's free from ill.
What ftain'd is in us purify $ Water what barren is and dry ; Wounds heal, and pains allay j
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What ftiff is, to obedience bend •, To what is cold thy warmth extend ; Guide what is gone aftray.
O bounteous Lord, thy feven-fold grace Pour forth on us, who folely place
Our confidence on thee ! Still may we to thy law attend, And of our lives, O may the end
To blifs a pafiagebe !
AMEN
CHRISTIAN RESOLUTIONS.
TUNE — ETTRICK BANKS.
WHILE many fmg of empty toys,
On which their hearts arc meanly fixt ; Of love, which innocence deflroys,
Or mirth with vice and folly mixt ; More wife, we'll fmg, as faints have fung ;
We'll fmg what angels will approve •, We'll fmg fuch fongs, as fuit their tongue,
Who hope to fmg in heaven above.
If we to fin have gone aftray,
To virtue's paths we'll now return ; For our offences, every day,
While life continues, we will mourn. Trufting in grace, for which we pray,
And which our God will not deny •, We'll, from our hearts, fincerely fay,
« We'll fin no more— we'll rather die.
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Our God we'll love with all our foul,
Who man became, us to redeem ; His holy will (hall be our rule,
It more than life we will efleem. In every ac~Hon, word, and thought,
His law we'13 cheerfully obey j In his commands our good is fought,
To pleafe him is to blifs the way.
As he commands, all men we'll love ;
Even them who {how that us they hate ; And of our love the truth to prove,
We'll do them good, their ills regret. That we may flrive with all our might,
Our Maker's favour to deferve3 That we ate always in his fight,
With filial awe we will oblerve.
The croffes that he fends we'll bear,
With patience, by his timely aid ; And fortune's frowns we will not fear :
Of fin alone we are afraid. If pains of body us torment,
We'll think on Jefus crucified ; To fuffer we mould be content,
For love of Him who for us died.
From pleafure's treacherous charms well fly,
And when fuch dangers us annoy, For fuccour we to God will cry,
And in good thoughts our minds employ. That we may not be very poor,
Nor very rich, we'll humbly pray ; A middle (tate is moft fecure ;
In heav'n our treafure up we'll lay.
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Thus we'll endeavour to go on, ^
By hopes of heaven, more active made j In life's great ftrife, thefe hopes alone,
Fixed on God, can make us glad. We're weak ; but God his help imparts,
To thofe who him in truth adore : With faith in Chrift, and fervent hearts,
That help we often will implore.
May we, dear Lord, to our laft breath,
Think, ac~l, and fpeak, as now we fing, That, pleafed with us, at our death,
Thou mayft us to thy glory bring ! Our joyful voices then we'll raife,
In union with the heavenly hoft, To fmg eternal hymns of praife,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.
AMEN,
THE HISTORT OF RELIGION.
TUNE — HIGHLAND PLADD1E.
THE Lord our God had always been
The infinitely perfect being ; All things in his eternal mind,
At once difpofing and forefeeing. At laft, he out of nothing calls
The world, through fpace fo far extended ; Forming the earth, fun, moon and ftars,
And all that's in them comprehended.
He places man in Paradife,
With upright will and underflanding :
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Of one tree's fruit never to tafte,
Him, under pain of death, commanding.
Man's difmal fall we foon behold, From Eden guilty Adam banifh'd ;
The earth, from fin, by waters cleans'd, And by juft Noe's ions replenifh'd.
Then Abram's faith and facrifice,
By heaven itfelf fo much commended, Prefent themfelves before our view,
With Sodom's crimes, in ruin ended. We read with pleafurc Jacob's toils ;
And flill with greater Jofeph's ftory j Who, fold thro' envy, conquer'd luft,
From prifon rofe to power and glory.
From mourning Egypt Ifrael flees, Tii' obedient fca its waves dividing-,
They wan^r forty years, their flcps The cloud and I:ery pillar guii';',:
Their frequent murnVrings 'gainft their And 'gainft their heaven-fcntleadei ^r
But when tlie promis'd land th:y f.?;, victories \virh joy revive us.
Their judges follow, ard \\\t\.r kings %
Their fin-=, and Babylcnifh flavery ; Their liberty, by Cyn.'s given,
The Macchabean faith and brav'ry. At kit the gre^it JMe-Iiali conies,
To favc the world, fo loti^ expr^cd j He's humbly born, but foon ador'd
By kings, v/hofc courfe a ft?.r directed.
He flies froin cruel Herod's fwcrd,
Whofe wrath on Bethlem's babes is emptyM ; B 3 Returned
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Return'd, his worth he long conceals ;
Baptis'd, he fafteth, and is tempted. Behold all nature him obeys ;
"We hear him virtue recommending ; On Calvary's mount we fee him die ;
Then rifing, and to heaven afcending,
We next behold the chofen twelve,
With heavenly itrength and pow'r inverted, Announcing Jefus' name to all ;
And, by their death, their faith attefted. The glorious combats then are feen,
Of thofe of ev'ry rank and nation ; Of every age and fex, who went
Thro* blood and tortures to falvation.
Ev'n tender maids, the fire and rack
Contemn, with minds not to be bended j In vain the cruel tyrants rage,
The truth ftill farther is extended. But lo ! the fcene is changed foon,
When Helen's fon the faith embraced •, The imperial crown and banners {hew
The crofs of Chrift in honour placed.
We fpy a ftorm from Egypt rife,
Thieat'ning the church with defolation j But all in vain — Chrift's houfe is built
Upon a rocky fure foundation. In every age, ibme upftart feel,
The fpoufe of Chrift with pride oppofes, We fee her triumph o'er them all;
The ancient faith (he ftill propofes.
In latter times, o'er Europe's North, Thick clouds, alas ! of error hover :
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But ftill we hope the darken'd fky Its ancient brightnefs will recover.
And if we grieve that fome have left Of unity and truth the centre ;
Into Chrift's fold we're glad to fee, In eaft and weft, whole nations enter.
But whilft with pleafure we run o'er
This fpace of almoft fixty ages, Their virtue, who their God have ferv'd,,
Our obfervation mod engages. Their lives, when read, all duties teach.
And fire our hearts with emulation ; Come, let us do what they have done,
For the fame God, the fame fa/vatwn*
CONSOLATION TO A SOUL IN AFFLICTION.
TUNE DEATH AND THE FAIR LADY.
MY Soul, what reafon to complain have we ? Why art thou fad ? Why doft thou trouble me ? Tho' we muft undergo fome pain and toil, During the courfe of this our fhort exile : Yet if we ftedfaltly obey our God, And walk on ftraight in faith and virtue's road, For being cheerful, folid grounds have we: Why fad, my foul, why doft thou trouble me ?
Though dangers us furround, on every fide -y Yet iu our God for help we may confide j
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In all afflictions, troubles, doubts, and pains, That fource of comfort, light and ftrength re- Recourfe we eafily to God may have ; [mains. Who from all evils can and will us fave j Provided we from fin ourfclves keep free : To pray'r, my foul, and comfort bring to me !
But we have finn'd, and reafcn have to fear The vigorous judice of a Judge fevere. Tho' this be true, yet on the other hand, That Judge's mercy up for us will ftand ; And in our favour warmly intercede ; Nay on a crofs that Judge for us did bleed. We do repent, and hope to pardon'd be : Confide, my foul, and humbly cheerful be !
Befides, when we before that Judge appear, Much profit may accrue from fufferings here. By them our debts we with advantage pay, If well we bear them ; as, by grace, we may. The more we furTer now, the lefs of (lain, To purged be, wiU in next life remain ; If cleanfed here from fin, how happy we ! My foul, itill patient and refigned be !
When tribulation (hall, cf any kind, Tend to uifturb oui precious peace of mind ; Let us look forward to that other life, Where, freed from all this painful earthly fl rife, With faints and angels we, in heaven above, Hope to be bled, in God's eternal love. We're heirs of heaven— Shall we dejected be ? No, no, my foul, thou mull not trouble me !
How many faints, who now in glory reign, Much pain and labour did on earth fuitain ?
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They fay to us, " Be patient, ^be refignM, <f And to our number you will foon be joinM. " We practis'd patience, fatisfied for fin ; " We to the marriage feaft are enter' d in : " You by like means will God in glory fee." Exult, my foul, and always cheerful be.
If our diftrefs {hall feem too hard to bear ; If pain is great, and greater yet we fear j Let's go to Jefus, comfort he affords, Let us attend to thefe his tender words : " All ye that labour ; all who are oppreft " By heavy burdens, come to me for reft ; " For fweet refrefhment haften all to me." Let's go to Jefus, and confoled be !
Foreafe let us to our dear Saviour go, Who confolation brought us here below ; With care his doctrine and example view, How we {hould act, how fufTer, well they (hew. His patience, chiefly, let us imitate, The pains he underwent for us, how great ! Behold him in the garden, on the tree ! My foul, learn patience, and icfigned be !
Moft wife, moft good is God, who governs all. And nothing ever can to us befal, But is directed by his holy will, To our great good, if we his law fulfill. Then let us always cheerfully fubmit ^ To what our God (hall order or permit ; Than in his hands, where better can we be ? Submit, my foul, and peace fecure to me !
Though there are trials in our prefent ftate, Yet help is near us, and our profpects great.
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Chrift's yoke is eafy, and his burden light, It's fweet to do what conference tells is right. With grief for fin let pleafant hope be join'd, The love cf God with joy will fill the mind ; Rejoice, my foul, and always cheerful be ! Rejoice in God, our fovereign good is he.
AN ADVICE TO ALL MEN.
THAT thou art mortal and immortal too, Remember man, and fee what thou fhould'ft do; Thou mortal art, and foon mud hence depart; On what is earthly, fix not then thy heart. Thou art immortal, to thyfelf infure That happinefs which ever (hall endure ; And (hun thole torment* which (hall never end, Be wife, O man> and to thefe. words attend !
ON HEAVEN.
TUNE— PINKIE HOUSE.
ETERNAL God, great One in three,
Our happinefs fupreme \ We long to be in heaven with thee,
Praifing thy glorious name. Mean time, 'midil toils and trials great,
While we mud tarry here ; By thinking on that happy {late,
Our hearts we'll ftrive to cheer.
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In heaven then, from our eyes all tears
Away {hall wiped be ; Far from ail dangers, from all fears,
Remov'd ourfelves we'll fee. No evils there of any kind,
No hunger, third, or pain •, No ficknefs there can entrance and,
Nor death admittance gain.
The mind from every anxious care,
Shall ever be fecure ; No contradi£tion can impair
It's peace f^rene and pure. Our bodies, from the dufl. renew'd,
No more a painful weight, With glorious qualities endow'd,
Shall, as the fun, (hine bright.
And quick as thought, from place to place,
They as they pleafe, (hall move ; Their inward vigour, outward grace
Our fancies far above. Each fenfe its pleafure (hall receive,
Superior far to all That we of pleafant here perceive,
Or what we pleafures call.
In folemn ftrains, joins every tongue,
Thro' all the heavenly quires : While lofty hymns of praife are fang,
Which love inflam'd infpires. Grandeur and beauty ever new,
In pure unfading light, Shall dill furprife and pleafe the view
Oftheinchanted fight.
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What fplendour (hall we fee difplay'd,
In that mod bleft abode, For his beloved fervants made,
By the all-powerful God. Of robes, of crowns, fceptres and thrones,
In holy writ we're told, Of city gates <,f precious ftones,
Of flreets of beaten gold.
Thefe are fome of the higheft words,
That come from mortal mouth ; But there's no language that affords
Terms equal to the truth. Nor ear hath heard, nor eye hath feen,
Nor hath man's heart conceiv'd, The great things that prepar'd have been,
For thofe that fliali be fav'd.
All riches then, on land or fea,
The kingdoms, empires all That cover the whole globe, to me
Of value art- but frnall. My heart thefe goods (hall never feize,
So low it {hall not bend j I'm made for greater things than thefe ',
To higher things I tend.
I'm made for heaven, and heaven {hall be
My everlafting home ; I truil in thee, who teacheft me
To pray, thy kingdom come. In that thy kingdom {hall a (hare
Be, thro' thy goodnefs, mine ! I firmly hope, that I {hall there
With faints and angels reign.
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With faints and angels reign we {hall,
United in one mind ; -As dear companions with them all,
In clofeft friendfhip join'd. With patriarchs, prophets, kings of worth,
The wife, the good, the great, Whom all the ancient times brought forth,
We (hall molt freely treat.
Apoftles, martyrs, virgins pure,
(hall be our loving friends ; In friendfhip ever to endure,
In love that never ends. Bleft beings of another kind,
In heavenly Sion dwell, Who in their nature us furpafs,
In dignity excel.
Millions of angels who attend,
Th' Almighty to obey, Whom he ss meflengers does fend,
His orders to convey. With them in thoughts fublime, with ealc
Converfe we iikewife will ; While all are pleafed, and to pleafe
Will be defirous (till.
Now what an honour will it be,
What pleafure will it give, With fpirits of fuch high degree
Familiarly to live ! Still what we've faid, however great
It may to us appear •, To what we have to fay as yet,
Is far from coming near,
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Our God, moft good, has given to man
A fo exalted heart, To him that creatures never can
Full happinefs impart. Of them the more we have, the more
Thefe panting hearts require ; Of them pofleft, the greateft (lore
Creates but more defire.
We wander here, we wander there,
In fearch of true content ; Not meeting with it any where,
On new purfuits we're bent. Our wifli we never will obtain,
Repofe we will not find ; To the great end till we attain
For which God us defign'd.
This end is God himfelf alone ,
For God alone we'rv made ; In God true reft, and elfewhere none,
Can by our fouls be had. Now God in goodnefs, wifdom, might,
All limits does lurpafs ; The wlicle creation in his fight,
Is as a leaf of grafs.
The world, for beauty and extent,
So fplendid in our eyes, To his fole word obedient,
Did out of nothing rife. And if he (hould to millions more
Of worlds, but fay, btyes The twinkling of an tye before,
All of thefe worlds would be.
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And as he made, he rules the whole
Of beings that exifl ; None can his fovereign will controul,
None can his power refift. This God in all that's good conceived,
Thus infinitely great, Does to his faints in heaven recciv'd,
Himfelf communicate.
Himfelf he does communicate,
Becoming truly theirs : The manner we can only Rare,
As facred writ declares. His glory then will God difplay,
His beauty will unfold, His effence we will by a ray
Of light divine behold.
This glorious fight our fouls will fill
With cxqutfite delight ; Hence love as intimately will
With God himfelf unite. Our bounteous Lord we'll glorify,
Admire, thank, praife, adore, And holy, holy, holy, cry,
With joy, for evermore.
To fee and love the good fupreme,
And to be always fure, That our enjoyment of the fame
For ever will endure ; This is what man's laft end we call,
We cannot higher foar ; He who poflefies God has all,
He can defire no more.
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O happy, truly happy he,
Who thither (hall arrive •, And what ftrong reafons have not we,
To pleafe our God to ftrive ? Eternal health, eternal peace,
Eternal joy complete, From God himfelf, feenface to face,
From union with him fweet.
All this the bled in heaven poflefs,
To this our trials here, Bear no proportion more nor lefs ;
Compar'd, thefe difappear. Then let us fufrer for a while,
Our pains will foon be o'er ; In recompence of our (liort toil,
We'll reign for ever more.
An evermore of happinefs !
This is the glorious prize, To gain an evermore of blifs,
From floth (hall we not rife ? Yes, rife we muft, without delay,
As all things elfe are vain ; And henceforth labour every day
This heavenly prize to gain.
In this, O help us, Jefus dear,
We truft in thee alone ; Grant that in judgment we may hear
Said to us fiom thy throne : — «' Ye blefled of my Father, come,
*' Receive your great reward, {{ For you the world's beginning from,
" The kingdom long prepar'd."
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ON 'THE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOUR.
IN thankful drains come let us (ing, The humble birth of heaven's great King, Who came to put it in our power Hell to avoid and blifs procure. From Rome an edift forth was fent, Thro' all their empire's wide extent, Requiring all both young and old, In regifters to be enroll'd.
Each perfon's name by this decree, Commanded was enroll'd to be ; Among his kindred in the town, From which he was defcended down. Jofeph and Mary for this caufe To Bethlehem went, for Bethlehem was Of their high origin the place, They being both of David's race.
Mary was Jofeph's wedded wife, Wiih him to lead a virgin life ^ She was with child of Jefus dear, The time of her delivery near. To Bethlehem then they took their way, From Nazareth, where their dwelling lay ; To travel ninety miles they had, The feafon of the year was bad.
Refign'd to God, they travel!' c« on, In their deportment virtue (hone ; How modeftly they go alone •, And all are charm'd they came among. But they were poor — and, for its flu-.me, No room have Bethlehem's inns for them.
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A ftable, hence (a place forbeafts), Receives the greattll of all guefts.
And here the Virgin Mother bare, Her Son, whom heaven and earth adore* In Twaddling cloaths him down ilie laid > The manger was his royal bed. Mary and Jofeph prolbate fell, And fervent as no tongue can tell, With love and gratitude ador'd 1 heir Child, their Saviour, fupreme Lord,
When all in Bethlehem quiet lie, An angel comes, fent from on high, To perfons of a humble (late : He comes not to the rich or great. To fhepherds he appears, who keep Night watches o'er their flocks of (heep. And, at lame time, from heaven alight Shines round them, wonderfully bright.
This vlfion (truck them with amaze, And, full of fear, they (land and gaze* To win m the angel mildly faid, " Rejoice, O men, be not afraid ; " I tidings bring, by God's command,, " Of joy, to you and all the land. " This is for \ou a happy morn,x " On it the Saviour, Chnlt, is born.
" In David's city, born is he; " Of him beholders you may be. " And, by this fign, you will him find, " He in a manger lies reclinM." With him then many angels fing, In honour oi their ucw-boin King,
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" To God on high, be glory ftill,
" And peace to all men of good will."
Recovering from their great furprife, The Ihepherus fay, " Come let us rife, " And go to Bethlehem there to fee, " What from the angel learn'd have We," They go in hatle ; .with g'adnefs find The infant Saviour of mankind. They fee him in the manger ly, And Jofeph and the Virgin by.
Is this then Ifrael's King, faid they, To whom all nations mult obey ! Much long'd for by the jufl of old, And by our prophets oft foretold ! As fuch we mult this child receive ; The angel could not us deceive. And, tho' he lies in this mean place, Sweet rcajeity adorns his face.
Then falling down the crib before, Thtfe men the lovely babe adore j And offer to him, as their Lord,. Such prefents as thc-y can airorci. Their homage they at leilure pay; And with regret they come away. What they had feen, they eve;y where, To all within their reach declare.
Of them fome now, perhaps, may fay, O ! truly happy men were they ! Like them may we not happy be ; May we not Bethlehem's in ant lee ? "Why not with eyes of faith bdioid All that is in the gofpel toid ?
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To Bethlehem, then, let us repair, And to the famed (table there.
In it we fee the Virgin fair ; Her modefty beyond compare. Attending by her Jofeph (lands ; The fight of whom refpecl: commands. But lo ! the amiable Child ! His countenance how fweet, how mild ! What loving looks dart from his eyes, Where fwaddl'd in the crib he lies.
But who is he ? O ! think, my foul, He's God, who made and rules the whole Of this extenfive world ; and now He is become a babe for you. Of the eternal Three in One, He is the fecond — God the Son. Beyond all bounds good, mighty, wife; And fee how lowly here he lies.
O fovereign Lord, why art thou here ? So little, why doft thou appear ? Faith tells what brought thee to our earth j The angels fung it at thy birth. Thy Father's glory, and true peace To us, by mercy and by grace. All men, and therefore like wife me, From fin and fatan to fet free.
If I can (hun hell's dreadful fire, And perfect blil's in heaven acquire, To thee, fweet Babe, all this I owe, And to thy coming here below. What can I think, what can I fay, How can I thanks fuificient pay ?
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Offend thee more I never (hall ; To thee my heart I offer all.
O may not this my foul be loft, To thee which has fo dearly coft ! O may I always have in view What is for fo much goodnefs due ! Thus may I come, I thee implore ; To thank and blefs thee evermore. To fmg thy praife in heavenly fong, Eternity is not too long !
ON THE PASSION OF CHRIST.
TUNE — TWEEDSIDE.
THINK often on Jefus, my foul,
To mankind who brought life and peace. We owe to his coming the whole
Of our hope both of mercy and grace: Think oft on his fufferings for thee,
Moil ufeful the lefTbns they give. Contemplate his Pailion, and fee
How ought we to love, how to live.
Let us firft to that garden repair,
To which he retired, when late, Of his life the lad evening, and there
Behold how affecting his ftate. With blood he is bathed all o'er,
With his blood the ground near him is wet; Out it iffues at every pore,
Refembling a copious fweat.
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What caufe can of this be aflign'd ?
A commotion fo ftrongwhat could raifc ? It proceeds from an anguifhof mind,
Allow'd byhimfelf him to feize. All he fuffer'd the following night ;
All he fuffered the enfuing day, In thought he prefents to his fight,
All at once in moft dreadful array.
This profpecl affli£leth his foul
With terror, reluclance, and grief : Yet dill he accepts of the whole,
No abatement he feeks, no relief. From fcourges, thorns, nails, all in view,
Ruflies on him a torrent of pain, From malice of Gentile and Jew,
A florm of affronts and difdain.
The more was his forrow profound,
The longer for comfort he pray'd ; And thrice falleth flat on the ground ;
Three times to his Father he faid : " May this cup, O my Father divine,
!t May this hour pafs away from thy Son, " If fuch is thy will : yet not mine,
" But thy will, O my Father, be done."
Near by him, there were in that place,
Three confident friends ; and our Lord Seeks comfort from them ; but, alas !
They fleep, and no comfort afford. An angel from heaven him attends,
And ftrengthens the God of all power V Our Mafter fo far condefcends,
In that awful and wonderful hour.
ThU
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This conflict, fin's malice to (hew,
And patience to teach us defign'd \ He concludes with obedience due
To his Father, and quiets his mind. To James, John, and Peter he goes,
And kindly of them he complains, That thcmfelves they mould give to repofc3
While he fuch a combat fuitains.
Perplexed, they nothing can fay,
For their having been deaf to his call :, He warns them to watch and to pray,
That in trial they never may fall. The time now, he adds, is at hand ;
My life for my children mod dear I lay down, at my Father's command :
Let us go — they that feek me are near.
By Judas he's fold and betray'd ;
His friends fly, and leave him forlorn. By a rabble he's prifoner made,
They load him with infult and fcorn. To be tried, he's led to the fame,
His blood out of envy who fought ; Combined the juft to condemn,
Againft him falfe witnefs they brought.
He blamelefs appeareth to all,
His innocence clearly did mine ; Yet worthy of death they him call ;
Affronts to injuftice they join. For the hours of the night that fucceed,
He is left to the mercilefs will Of wretches, who drive to exceed
One another in ufmg him ill.
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As fool, as falfe prophet, mock king,
They treat him •, no infults they fpare That they think can uneafmefs bring ;
They fpit in his face, tear his hair. This treatment continu'd, till dawn
The morn of the memorable day, When God's only Son, become man,
Unto death did his Father obey.
The Jews, at the break of that day,
To Pilate, who ruled the land, With Jefus bound haften away,
His fentence of death to demand. The governor foon did perceive,
That the Jews by grofs hatred alone, To feek of life Chrift to bereave
All paflionately hurried on.
Him the anfwers of Jefus afFeft,
His calmnefs and modefty charm •, Chrift's life he refolves to protect.
And drives the Jews fpite to difarm. No fault, faid the Roman, I find
In him whom to me ye accufe ; That he's guiltlefs convinc'd in my mind,
To releafe him how can I refufe ?
A law we have dill of our own,
The Jews, much incenfed, reply, That law he attempts to pull down ;
If judg'd by our law, he muft die. Men, of truth and fmcerity void,
Pretend a regard for their law, Their envy and malice to hide,
As the Prefident eafily faw.
Then
Then, Pilate, why not ufe thy power ?
Why then not fet innocence free ? To render true virtue fecure,
Belongs to a ruler like thee. But Pilate was weak, thro' a dread
The popular favour to lofe ; And therefore he fails to fucceed
In all that he dares to propofe.
Firft Jefus to Herod he fends,
Himfelf from the judging to free. This pleafed the king and his friends,
Who hoped fome wonder to fee. But favour with Herod to gain,
Was not our great Sufferer's intent j He's filent ; he meets with difdain •,
And, as fool, back to Pilate he's lent.
From death one was always reliev'd,
On their feaft, at the choice of the Jews . This circumftance, Pilate believ'd,
Would certainly profper his views. With Chriit for this choice he does name,
Barabbas, a murderer known ; Perfuaded that Chriit they would claim,
Whofe virtue the people did own.
The holy One, then, is compar'd
With one of the word of mankind. To the moft holy One is preferr'd
Barrabbas ! O madnefs how blind ! The Jews were by paflion deceiv'd,
To ruin they heedlefsly ran ; They cry, « Let Barabbas be fav'd :
" Away to the crofs with this man !
Then
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Then bafely does Pilate confent
In part to their bloody demands ; Their hatred in hopes to content,
To be fcourged he Jefus commands* A band, without pity or fhame,
Pull off with great rudenefs his cloaths. His delicate bodily frame
To the cold and to view they expofe.
See cruel hands on him they lay ;
"With fcourges his fkin how they tear ! How in pieces his flefli, lafli'd away,
The nerves, bones, and finews leaves bare ! How piercing and (harp muft have been,
In a body fo tender, his pain ! Our pleafures, mod filthy and mean,
Cod dear to the Lamb without (lain !
But, wearied at laft, they give o'er,
Yet to Jefus no eafe they allow j By a torment unheard of before,
Their hellifli invention they (how. As a king they will have him crown'd ;
Yet of thorns they make choice for his crown! Their points pierce his head all around ;
The blood runneth copioufly down.
Their mockery to render complete,
They put on him a coarfe purple weed. A robe for fuch royalty meet ;
For fceptre they give him a reed. Then, fcoffing, before h'm they fall ;
As a king they falute him in fcorn. What a (tate for the Sovereign of all,
Whofe power heaven and earth does adore f
In
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In this woeful and pitiful plight,
By Pilate he's brought forth to view ^ In hopes that the Jews, at the fight,
Companion and mercy would (hew. But, " Crucify Jefus," ihcy cry,
<( On a crofs we rnufk fee his life end 5 " As a rebel this man ought to di
« Who fparcs him is not Ccefur's friend !"
Thefe words (hake the Ruler with fear,
Thefe clamours no more he whhftandsj Yet, ftrongly his mind to declare,
Before tli em he wafhes his hands. " From this innocent blood I am clean,"
With a faultering voice he does fay. But from hi ni could never have been,
By the ccean, that guilt waih'd away.
e< His blood," baul the Je\vs. " on our heads,
" And the heads of our children be en !" Then Pilate to judgment proceeds,
And decrees that their vill fhould be done. This fentence with (licuts they receive
Of applaufe, and of infolent joy. They exult in their power him to have,
Whofc life they're fo keen to deftroy.
Againft him, their bloody intent
T' accomplifh they do not delay. Thoughts body be wearied and fpcnt,
A crofs on his fhoulders they lay. The weight of thefe two beams of 'wood
A load far too heavy do make ; Fatigued and drained of blood,
His limbs they bend under and (hake.
D 2 Yet.
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Yet fee how he's hurried along,
Befmeared with fweat, duft, and blood, In the midft of a mercilefs throng,
Of wretches infulting and rude. Their infults in filence he bears ;
No fign of refentment is made. An invincible meeknefs appears;
As a fheep to the (laughter he's led.
Lamentations fome women did raife,
Him to meet in fo mournful a ftate. To them, " Daughters of Sion," he fays,
t( What evils your city await ! <c The objects of mifery extreme,
" Yourfelves and your children (hall be ; " With your tears for yourfclves, and for them,
" Lament then — lament not forme."
To Calvary's top he goes on,
That mount to be mention'd with awe, There the deed moi^ important was done,
That ever the univerfe faw. The crofshere they place on the ground •,
Of his cloaths then they ftrip him again, Tearing them from his flefh, and each wound
Renewing with exquifite pain.
Disfigur'd with ftripes and with blows,
All livid and cover'd with blood : Chrift's body a mifcreant throws
Contemptuoufly down on the wood. One hand is firft nail'd to the beam,
It's palm is pierc'd, (hatter'd and torn ; The blood gufties out in a dream,
With pain, fharp as ever was borne.
The
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The hand which remained they next
Pull'd out with fo vehement a flicck, To the place where it was to be fix't,
That the arm's tender jointures they broke. Of this hand, the nervec likewife the fmart
Of a nail piercing thro' them mud feel, And it's bones from their place muft depart.
And give way to a rough pointed fleel.
Their torturing work tr> complete,
With flrokes oft. repeated and itrong, Thro' the delicate parts of his feet,
A nail they drive in large and long. All thin, O my foul, is for thce,
Thy ranfom is now to be paid *, When Jefus was nail'd to the tree,
On the altar our victim was laid.
The crcfs then they raifing upright,
With a painful jo't fetin the ground ; The rabbJe ex::it at the %hl,
With their {hours hills and vallics refound. An infamous thief on each fide,
They place on a like fhameful. tree ; To confound in this .mariner our pride,
With the wicked he ranked would be.
And now from his picrcM hands and feet,
All his body fufpcnded remains ; In his limbs bcncs are drawn from their feat,
Wounds are widen'd, rerioubl'd the pains. By the thorns is tormented his head,
His arms to the crcfs are confin'd ; His hands and feet copioufly bleed,
No part in him whole can we find.
» 3 This
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This fufferer, though tranfiently view'd,
By all muft be greatly bemoan'd ; But his cafe muft by us be perus'd,
Far the outward appearance beyond. Let us ponder, with ferious thought,
This perfon in fufferings fo great ; Who is he ? ?nd why he is brought
To fo doleful and humbling a (late ?
He is not only man, he is God,
Of all things Creator and Lord ; All creatures muft quake at his nod,
He's to be by all creatures ador'd. The fame, on of terror, that day,
Will in power and in majefty come ; His fummons all men muft obey,
To be judg'd, and receive their laftdoom.
But why fhould of heaven this great King,
Defcend to our earth here below ? What end could him poflibly bring,
His greatnefs fo humbled to (how ? This, this is the myilery deep,
Of juftice, of mercy, of love ; The fbepherd divine for his meep
To die deigns to come from above.
To the Godhead the injury done
By the fins of mankind to repair ; 'Twas the pleafure of God's only Son,
With us our low nature to (hare. In it, us among he did dwell,
To redeem us he fuffer'd and died -, To free us from Satan and hell,
And heaven's entrance to lay open wide.
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Let us now with the fequel go on,
Thefe truths keeping dill in our mind $ From the Jews there's no pity or moan,
With torment reproaches are join'd. Him as weak and deceitful they treat,
A foreteller of falfehoods they call ; His lips and his parch'd tongue to wet,
They vinegar offer, and gall.
Among a few friends that are near,
And with their lov'd Mailer condole, Stands Mary, his mother mod dear,
In file nee obferving the whole. Her heart almoft burtts into twain,
According to Simeon's words, Paflcs thro' with incredible pain,
Of forrow the {harped of fwords.
No help then from her to her Son,
Who allows, in this wonderful hour, Interior anguifh to come on,
By the ftranged efFect of his power. Sufpending the joys from above,
He anguifli admitteth within, More clearly to (how us his love ;
He was like us in all things but fin.
For three hours on thecrofs that he paft,
There was darknefs the globe all around ; The minds of all mortals aghaft,
Sufpenfe, fear and wonder, confound. His iacred head down does he bow,
And forth his lad words does he fend, Crying loudly, " O Father, into
" Thy hands I my fpirit commend."
Thus
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Thus the Lord of the univerfe dies,
Earth fhakes with tremendous fhocks ; Graves burfl open, dead bodies arife,
Fly in pieces afunder the rocks. All nature convnlsM and derang'd,
Seems the death of its author to mourn ; And the Jews with their hearts greatly chang'd,
To their city aftonifliM return.
By their looks, and by knocking their breads,
Their inward remorfe they exprefs ; That the one put to death muft at leaft
Have been a juft man, they confefs. And fome, as they never before
Such figns and fuch wonders had feen, Declare that this perfon ftill more,
The true Son of God may have been.
To the gofpel thus pav'd was the way,
And the minds of the Jews were difpos'd To hear what th' apoftles {hould fay,
And receive the truths by them proposed. And we, O my foul, having fecn
What was fuffer'd by Chrift for our fake ; To him who fo loving has been,
Let us think what return we {hould make.
We will be ungrateful no more,
Our Jefus no more we'll offend ; Our fins we'll with forrow deplore,
Our lives \ve'll this moment amend. Nor only offences we'll fliun,
In virtue we'll daily proceed ; After Jtfus we'll fteadily lun,
The members {hould follow the head.
O Jefus,
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O Jefus, our hope and our love,
From fin of all kind keep us free •, O fend us thy grace from above,
And draw our affections to thee. Our lives may we holily fpend,
That coming to heaven's endlefs joy We may that great day without end,
In finging thy praifes employ.
ON <THE RESURRECTION.
TUNE — TWEED SIDE.
TO day let the faithful rejoice,
Chi ifl rifing from death we adore ; We likewife from fin now mud rife,
Nor return to that death any more. No more muft we Jefus offend,
By faith we his goodnefs have feen ; We muft to our fins put an end,
Ungrateful too long have we been.
We heartily Jefus muft love,
And ihow that our love is fincere •, Still tend to our country above,
Our love, hope, and treafure are there, To Jefus our hearts let us raife,
Our voices in hymns let us join ; Him always to honour and praife.
With the Father and Spirit divine.
[ 36 3 THE DOCTOR AND THE BEGGAR.
TUNE — COWDENKNOWS.
A PIOUS Doctor once there was,
Who begged long of God, To fend him one who might him (how
To heaven the neareft road.
At lad, in pray'r, a voice he hears,
Which clearly him commands, " Go to the church, there in the porch
" The guide you wifii for ftands."
In fulled hopes, he goes and finds
A Beggar in that place, Whofe tatter'd rags fcarce hide his fores,
Tho* pale, yet mild his face.
Beholding him with fome furprife : " Good morn," the Dodor faid.
To whom the Beggar anfwcr made, " Bad morn I never had."
" God blefs you, then," the Doctor adds, " And fend you profperous days."
c< My days have always profperous been," The Beggar calmly fays.
The Doctor next, in cleared words,
His meaning to exprefs : cf Truly," quoth he, " 1 wifh to you
" All kinds of happinefs."
To
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To this the Beggar's anfwer was,
" Talways happy arn. *' I happy am, and hope to br,
" In all times hence the fame."
The Doctor, wondering much, went on,
" Speak clearly, I you pray ; " Your anfwers are obicure to me,
" Explain them, if you may.
" Yes, that I (hall mod willingly,"
Repli'd the Beggar man. And with this prornife to comply,
His fpeech he thus beg-in.
" When you wifh'd me a morning good, " With truth I anfwer made,
" That my whole life a morning bad " I never yet have had.
<c For tho* it rain, er fnow, or hail,
a Or piercing cold it be ; <l I thank my God, what day he fends
" Is ever good to me.
" Although with hunger, third, or pain,
" My body is oppreft ; *' I thank my God, what he appoints
" For me mud be the bed.
" Though I pafs through this mortal life, <f Defpifed, poor, and mean ;
'* I thank my God, I am refign'd, " All good my clays have been.
You
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" You pray'd next kindly, that on me
0 Profperity might fhine ; " But this was wiming what long time,
" Hath been already mine.
" I'll tell you how, and likewife will
" The only one road (how, " To true profperity that leads
" Men here on earth below.
« Know then, good Sir, that God to me " Has feelingly made known,
" That fatisfaction we can find " In Him, and Him alone.
« I therefore in his prefence walk,
" With him I happy live ; " Where'er I am, I to my God
" My foul's attention give.
" By this attention, clofe to God,
11 This truth I plainly fee ; " That all things elfe, with him compar'd,
" As nothing are to me.
«c That God is powerful, we believe,
u As alfo wife and good ; " Far more, by mind of mortal man,
" Than can be underftood.
u He's wife and powerful, hence he can ;
" He's good, and therefore wills ; « Rules well the univerfe, and thus
" His providence fulfils.
"He
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He by this providence preferves, [C And wifely governs all; ' Without his knowledge, not one hair " Can from our heads down fall.
" Without his help, no hand we ftir,
;f We cannot turn an eye ; " We cannot think the leaft good thought,
"Unlefshisaidbenigh,
" And as what Providence appoints " For me muft be the bed ; Beneath its wings I place myfelf, " And there fecurely reft.
" My will refigning wholly to
" His fove reign will divine ; " I to my God fay from my heart,
" Thy will be done — not mine.
" Should I, fhort-fighted finful worm,
< With arrogance pretend,
lt Not to make welcome every thing
< That God thinks fit to fend ?
"-Good health and ficknefs, ftorm and calm
" Are well receiv'd by me ^ " On Calvary, as Thabor mount,
" Contented I muft be.
t Thus I have always what I wifli,
c< Becaufe my will agrees * With what God orders, or permits, By his fupreme decrees.
E LTpoa
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" Upon this folid rock I reft, " And conflant peace enjoy :
<{ I'm happy •, and my happinefs " No creature can deftroy."
" But," quoth the Doclor, " what if God " Should fend you down to hell ;
" Depriv'd of everlafting biifs, " In endlefs woe to dwell ?
'< Send me to hell !" the Beggar faid, « That would be hard indeed !
" Yet if he mould, lefs than you think, " That fentcnce I would dread.
" I have two powerful arms, which I
" Would fix en him fo fad, " From him that feparated be,
" I could not to the laft.
« Humility is one of thefe,
" With which I hold would take
<' Of God the Son, as man become, " For man's redemption fake.
" My other arm is Charity,
«' With which I would take hold
« The Godhead on, as thus to fpeak, " If I might be fo bold.
" With tliefe two arms I to my God
" Would fo unired be, " That if he mould fend me to hell,
*< He needs muft go with me.
" And
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" And, with my Go 1, I rather would
" Choofe hell for residence, <f Than the moil glorious highcfl heavens,
" If God were abfent thence.
The Doctor ailced, " Whence came you?'''
Said he, " From God came I." " Where found you God ?"— " Where full I
" The creature's vanity." (left
t( Where left you God ?" — <£ I lefchim with
" The pure and clean of heart. u There God, as in his manfion, dwells,
" His bleflings to impart."
The Doctor afked, " Who art thou :"
He faid, li I am a king." The Doaor adds, " For faying fo
" What reafon can you bring ?"
11 The reafon is, I govern well
" The motions of my foul ; lf And this is more than if I fhould
" Have governed nations whole."
" Your anfwers, friend," theDoftor faid,
*' I greatly mull approve : *' But how came you to think fo well,
" The common far above ?
<c God is my teacher, he is pleas'd " His light from heaven to fend \
<c And to this light, within my fou!, *( In filence I attend.
E 2 " Directed
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" Dire&ed by this light, through life " I happy bend my courfe ;
" In fullelt hopes foon to enjoy " Of happinefs the fource."
Thus may we make our wills agree, With all that's wilFd by God ;
This to perfection is the way ; To heaven the neareft road.
This do£lrine who does not approve,
But words will to fuffice. 'Tis when we praftice what we praife,
That we are truly wife.
N. B. The whole of the preceeding Pieces were compofed and diftated by the late moft worthy and •venerable El SHOP GEDDLS, while lying upon his Death- Bed. The three following are likewife of his Compofition.
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ON THZ FALL OF MAN.
TUNE — THE YELLOW HAIRED LADDIE.
HOW pleafant was Eden ! how happy the
pair ! The firft of our race whom our Maker plac'cl
there,
That garden to till without labour or pain, 'Twas only enjoin'd from one tree to refrain.
No ficknefs> no trouble, there accefs could
find ;
Ev'n death was excluded — for God had defign'd His glory for ever to them to difplay, Had they but continu'cl a while to obey.
And eafy was this ; for no paflions arofe, To darken their minds, or ditlurb the rcpoie Of reafon's calm reign; they (aw clearly the way Of duty ; and had no bent from it to ftrav.
In praifing the power and the wifdom dif play 'd,
In all the great works the Almighty hath made; In loving his goodnefs, their time they employ'd In friendship, the fweeteft that e'er was enjoy'd.
Thro' Paradife often they waikM hand in
hand,
With hearts quite united in love's facrcd band; They taik'd of the beauties which round them
they view'd,
And thanked their God, who fuch bounty had (hew'd.
E 3 They
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They faw their plains cover'd with beautiful
flowers ;
The groves interfperfed with alleys and bow'rs; The air was moft fragranr, the iky was ferene ; The clear-gliding rivers adorned the fcene.
The birds warbled fweetly their notes from
each fpray ;
Each creature was ready their will to obey ; All nature confpired their blifs to increafe, Their ftate was more happy than tongue can
exprefs.
Ah ! had they more-conftant in innocence
been,
We likewife immortal fair Eden had feen : But (hort their pofleffion of that blefled place ; They fmn'd — fin depriv'd them of Eden and
grace.
ON THE LOVE OF SUFFERINGS.
TUNE — TWEEDSIDE.
TO be tortur'd in every part,
Or die, my fweet Jefus,for tbee> Js the only clefire of my heart;
Afflictions are pleafing to me. Come on, tribulations and pain,
Your {tings I'll with gladnefs receive, My Jefus, the Lamb without ftain,
Did fufter much more me to fave.
If
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If I did mod imploufly dare
Th' omnipotent God to offend ; Why (hould not I patiently bear
The pains he moft juftly doth fend ? No torment on earth Pil refufe,
Since I for fome fmful defire, Heav'n's favour to oft did abufe,
And merited hell's endlefs lire.
Send croffes, my Saviour dear,
Thy goodnefs in this I adore ; Yes, punifli and torture me here,
But fpare me when time is no more. Thy rigour I'll kindnefs elleem,
By fuffering I'll fatisfy thee. What bitter to worldlings would feem,
Is fweeter than honey to me.
What elfe would a Chriftian wifh,
But heav'n's endlefs biifs to attain ? The way, then, to this happinefs
Is thorough afflictions and pain. From Jefus's ftandard, no pain,
No fuffering, fhall e'er make me fly ; To fuffer for Jefus is gain,
For him I am ready to die.
For Jefus I'm ready to die,
As millions have done heretofore ; Looking up to the glory on high,
By his aid, which I humbly implore. O Jefas, thy followers true
I'll itrive to be ever among : Of myfelf though I nothing can do,
By the ftrength of thy grace I am ftrong.
T"H£
THE REPENTING SINNER.
TUNE — LOCHABER NO MORE.
TOO long, my good God, have I wandered
from thee ;
My eyes are now opened, my danger I fee ; Entic'd by example, by paflion urg'd on, To the brink of my ruin I've heediefsly run j Afham'd of my folly, to thee I return, And daily my fins, while I breathe, I will mourn; Have pity, forgive me, thy favour reftore, For I'm fully refolv'd to orFend thee no more.
Ah ! why did I leave thee, thou fountain of
blifs !
In vain in thy creatures to feek happinefs ? For thee we are made, and 'tis only in thee True peace and contentment obtained can be ; But henceforth I'll love thee, thy laws I'll revere, Thy favour I'll prize, and thyjudgments I'll fear; I truft in thy grace, my rebellions are o'er, From virtue's fweet paths I will wander no more.
My Maker, my Saviour, my God, and my all ! Here proftrate before thee in fpirit I fall ; I own I'm unworthy to lift up my eyes, But a heart for fin grieved thou wilt not defpife. Ah! why Ihould I periih? Have mercy, forgive, Lord, fpeak but the word, and thy fervant (hall
live ; Thro' the blood of the Lamb, I thy goodnefs
implore, For pardon and grace to offend thee no more.
ON
C 47 1 ON rHE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOUR.
TUNE — TWEED SIDE.
BLIND Cupid, your arrows refign,
An infant aflumes your empire, Whofe flambeaus, far purer than thine,
More powerfully kindle love's fire. All armed with charms from above,
This night he defcends to aflert, As the fovereign monarch of love,
His title to reign in our heart.
See how in a manger he lies,
Who can thofe quick arrows contrcul, Which fly in fuch mowers from his eyes,
Tranfporting in raptures the foul. In raptures moft pure and divine,
Untainted with care or remorfe, Which know not with age to decline,
Nor, like the winds, alter their courfe*
Ceafe, Cupid, then, to tyrannize ;
We adore the true monarch of love, And borrow chafte flames from his eyes,
Our hearts and afte£lions to move. Ye fwains and nymphs, youthfully gay,
The altars of Venus pull down, And bring the fair rofes of May,
December's fweet offspring to crown.
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THE BLESSED VIRGIN'S ADDRESS To HER INFANT SON.
TUNE — SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN.
UPON my lap my Sovereign fits,
And fucks upon my bread, Meanwhile his love fuftains my life,
And gives my body reft. When thou haft taken thy repaft,
Repofe, my babe, on me, So^may thy mother and thy nurfe,
Thy cradle alfo be.
I grieve my weaknefs doth not work
All that my wifliing would, Becaufe I would not be to thee,
But in the beft I could. Yet as I am, and as I may,
I muft and will be thine, Tho' all too little for thyfdf,
Vouchfafing to be mine. .
My life, my words, my deeds, my thoughts,
And all that is in me, I rather will not wifh to ufe,
If not in ferving thee ; My babe, my blifs, my child, my choice,
My fruit, my flow'r, and bud, My Jefus, and my only joy,
The fum of all my good.
My
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My fweetnefs, and the deareft boon,
That heav'n to earth could give, Soul of my love, life of my life,
With me for ever live ; Live (till with me, and be my love,
And death will me refrain ; Unlefs thou let me die with thee,
To live with thee again.
Ceafe now to mourn, O lucklefs Eve !
Who caufed thy race's woe ; Redrefs is found, and conquered is
Thy fruit-alluring foe \ Thy fruit of death, from Eden fweet,
Made thee in exile mourn, My fruit of life to Paradife
Makes joyful thy return.
Grow up, fweet fruit, be nourim'd by
Thefe fountains two of me, They only flow with maiden milk,
The only food for thee. The earth is now a heav'n become,
And this poor hut of mine, A princely palace unto me,
My fon doth make to fhine.
His eyes give gladnefs to my fight,
When waking I him fee ; In fleep his lovely countenance
Gives blifs fupreme to me. When I do take him in my arms,
My heart is all on fire, A heav'nly flame pervades my foul,
With languilhing defire.
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And when 1 kifs his lovely lips,
His fweetly fmelling breath Conveys a favour to my foul,
That feeds love, hope, and faith ; Him fan£tity itfelf doth ferve,
Him goodnefs doth attend, Him boundlefs mercy waits upon,
And virtues all commend.
Three Kings their treafures hither brought,
Of incenfe, myrrh, and gold ; That they heaven's treafure, and its King,
Might in my arms behold. This heavenly treafure now is mine,
This heavenly King I have ; O endlefs comfort of my heart !
My joy and only love.
Great Kings and Prophets have defir'd
To fee what I poflefs ; Yet wifti I never thee to fee,
If not in thankfulnefs. May heav'n and earth, and faints and men,
Afliftance give to me ; May all their joint concurring aid,
Augment my thanks to thee !
And let th' enfuing blefTed race,
Thou art about to raife, Join all their praifes unto mine,
To multiply thy praife ! And take my fervice in good part,
And Jofeph's here with me, Who of my hufband bears the name,
Thy fervant for to be.
C 5i 3 THE HAIL MART.
TUNE — COWDENKNOWS.
HAIL! Mary, full of heavenly grace,
Our Lord abides with thee ! Hail ! bleft above thy fex's race,
Bleft fhalt thou ever be !
Bleft in thyfelf, but far more bleft The grace that thou doft bring ;
That bleffed fruit, which from thy womb So blefTedly doth fpring.
Both now, and when we yield the ghoft,
To him prefer our cafe, Becaufe his mercy lafterh moft,
And thou art full of grace.
PROPHECIES OF A REDEEMER.
TUNE — GILDEROY.
THE fceptre Judah fhall poflefs, [Gen. xlix. 1C.
Till the Meffiah come,
With men the Lord {hall then converfe, [Same, iii. 38.
.From David he is fprung. [J?r. xxiii. 5.
A virgin pure {hall him conceive, [I/a. vii. 14.
In Bethlehem is his birth, [Mic. v. z.
>"rom Kings he worfhip fhall receive, (Pfa Ixxii. 10.
They come from Eaft with myrrh. \Ifa k. 5.
^or him fliall infants lie in gore, [Jer- xxxi. 15.
To Egypt he will fly, [T/a. xix. i. Hof. xi. I. An angel bright {hall go before, 1 Mai. iii. i.
Preparing him the way. \Ifa< xl. 3.
He
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He is the Lamb of God on high,
By him are wonders done, The deaf fhall hear, the blind fhall fee,
To fave us God will come.
Poor fifliermen fhall chofen be ;
In parables he'll ttach ; In Capharnaum, Nephthali,
In Zebulon he'll preach ; Hi? mighty pow'r bread multiplies,
Upon an afs he'll ride, Ag^inft him Kings and rulers rife,
On him our fins arc laid.
As paftor he'll be ft ruck and die,
The flock difpers'd (hall be ; Boi.h time and place foretold we fpy,
And Judas' treachery ; For thirty pieces JK'II be fold,
Falfe w;t< ,,ffesaccuf'-, The) li beat him, s;;-i will him blindfold,
\Vithipittie they'll abufe.
The wicked fhall the iuft furround,
Witli itripes they h <n will tear ; Scorn and derifion paft a.l bound,
Ana bitterndb he'll bear. Amoi.g trunfgrt-iTors they'll him roll,
For them ht'li mterceed, Asbrazm ferp^nr on the pole,
They'll ftt him up with fpced.
They'll pierce his hands and feet with nails,
A bone they fhall not break, With wagging heads each at him rails,
His c.othes by lots they take ; They'll ;nve him vinegar and gall,
They'll look on him they pierc'd; Hi* fou. defcended into hell,
His flelh in grave fhall reft.
He'll rife again, and at command,
On high he will afcend, There he will fit at God's right hand,
His Ipirit he w ill fend. [ Joel ii. 3
f Ifa. xvi. x. [Ifa. xxxv. 4. &c.
[Ifa. xxxv. 4,
[Jer- XY'- *&• [pfat- Ixxviii. 2. [Ifa. ix. I.
[Jee^ »• *3> 24- [Zacbar. ix. 9.
[^fa^ "• *• [Ifa. lii. 4.
[Zatbar. xiii. 7-
Dan. xi. 23. Pfal. xli. 10. Zacbar. xi. U.
Ifa. 1. 6.
[W'fd.ii i». [Pfal xxxvii. 18. [Lam. iii. 14.
[Ifa. liii. I a. [Num. xxi. 8.
Pfa.ixi. 17. Num. ix. I a. Pfal. xxii. 8. Pfa'. xxii. 19.
Pfil. Ixix. aa.
Zacb xii. IO. Pfal. xvi. 10.
[Pfal. iii. 5- [ fal. xlvii. 6. [Pfal. CX. I.
^ 2tfcfo* xii* iOt The
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The Jewifti facrinccs ccafe,
Jerufalem ihall fall, [Mai. I 10. 11.
A new pure fucrifice to thce
Succeeds, and goes through all,
A pried for ever he will be f Pf.tt. c>r. 4,
OfMdchifedeck'sraee; [Hub. /. 5-
Converted Gentiles then we'll fee, ^ Pj'tl, xix, 4. I/a h^L
Through sill they'll tike the place ; 15,20.
Each ioM as foretold 13 done,
The mighty Lord hiuh (poke, The great Mefliah then is come,
AH mull take up his yoke.
THOUGHTS ON SUFFERINGS.
TUNE— LASS OF PATIE's MILL-
SWEET Jefus, crown' d with thorn,
To thy iharp wounds I'll go, They comfort the forlorn ;
Myfelf in them I'll throw ; All thofe with whom you're pleafed,
You with a(RIc\ions try •, By them your wrath's appeafed,
Who with your will comply.
The portion of your fervants,
In this low vale of tears, Is to bear ftripes and torments,
At them tho' nature fears. You made yourfelf example.
That we might follow you, All joys on earth you trample,
You fuffering ft ill we view.
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Yes, Jefus, King of glory,
Afflicled ftill I fee, O wretch, dare I be forry,
For what afllicleth me ? For me, though fore tormented,
When I my Lord obferve, How can I be lamented ?
A]l torments I deferve.
If all my fins be urged,
How guilty (hall I be ? When innocence is fcourged,
What (hould be done to me ? Both heaven and earth, offended,
Require a juft revenge, But God to mercy bended,
Does hell for pain exchange*
My Lord was (till in torment,
While he had mortal breath; Shall I not make atonement,
For whom he fuffer'd death ? A member of that Jefus
Whom my fins nail'd on tree : Dare I feek here my eafes,
Or any wretch like me ?
Strike, ftrike, O God, and make me
Be like my fufFering Lord, Let all the earth forfake me,
Thy grace to me accord. Come death, pain, (hame, and ficknefs,
Come fcourges, forrow, grief, Thefe mercies are, and meekneft,
All fent for my relief.
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By thefe my foul is purged,
From pains ftill due to fin : God crowns whom he has fcourged,
If they bear all for him. All grief, affliction, anguifh,
Shall ftill be my relief, On earth ftill let me languifti,
Till heaven (hall end my grief.
Whom God loves he chaftifeth ;
O Lord, then fpare not me j Here cut, here burn, as pleafeth,
Let me be lov'd by thee. The more thy hand affiitleth,
Thy grace abounds the more ; Til kifs the rod that ftriketh,
I'll fuffer for thy glore.
REGRET ON THE LOSS OP TIME,
TUNE — COWDENKNOWS.
O THE years ! the many many years !
That I have liv'd in vain ! Oh ! could I by my iighs and tears,
Recal them back again !
But no, they're gone, they're ever ever gent i
No power can them reilore ; And all the moments I have run
Are loft for evermore.
The health and ftrength that God me lent. To fave my precious foul, *3
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111 vice and folly I have fpent, Sinning without controul.
And now the prkne of life is paft,
My force, I feel, decays. Then let me manage, at' the laft,
My few remaining days.
Let me, with broken heart and mind,
Revife each guilty hour ; Perhaps I mercy yet may find,
And live and fin no more.
What tho' my crimes more numerous are
Than flars in winter iky ? What tho' again they're redder far,
Than fcarlet's deeped dye ?
One faving drop of that dear blood,
Which from the fide did fall Of Him that hung upon the wood,
Can foon expunge them all.
Have pity, then, O gracious Lord,
And my remittance fign ; The more thy mercy {hall accord,
The greater glory thine.
Thou furely haft not faid in vain,
" More joy in heaven is made, " For the loit fheep that's found again,
" Than thofe that never ftray'd,"
Thy grace my aid, no more I'll ftray, No more milknow thy voice j
Where
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Where thou, my ihepherd, lead'fl the way, That way fhall be my choice.
Too long, alas ! my wand'ring feet
The crooked paths have trod ; Henceforth I'll follow, as is meet,
The fure unerring road.
If cafual falls retard my pace,
With fpeed again I'll rife, With fpeed I'll reafTume the race,
And run, and gain the prize.
SOUL IN DESOLATION.
TUNE — YELLOW HAIRED LADDIE.
AS mourns the fad turtle, when left by her
mate,
And with aking heart does lament hercruel fate, 80 mourns my poor foul, O my God, after thee, Whene'er thy iweet face thou withdraweit
from me.
With fad gloomy thoughts, my poor heart
then oppreit, Doth fearch on all fides, but can nowhere find
red ; No comforts from creatures have power then
to pleafe, Even mufic delights not, no friend can give eafe.
The wrorld all around feems a defert to me, Where nothing but fights of affliction I fee j
And
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And I like a wretch on the brink of defpair, A ghaftly fad fpectre to myfelf do appear.
O leave not my foul thus in forrow to mourn • Return, O my God, my good God, now return ! 'Tis only thy prefence that can make me bleft, 'Tis only thy hand can reilore me my reft.
The fight of thee only can chear my fad hearty Difpel all my fears, and confirm every part ; Then hide nof thy face, I conj ure thee, nor leave My wearied foul, longer thy abfence to grieve.
My heart is quite failing ! I can do no more, But, with broken fighs, thy return I implore. Come ! Come ! then, my God, for I fcarcely
can cry, '* O help me, fweet Jcfus, I pant ! faint ! and
die !"
ACTS OF VIRTUES.
TUNE — I WOULD LOVE THEE. ADORATION.
ETERNAL Majcfty fupreme, Still Three in One— ftill God the fame, I thee adore, and Lord proclaim •, Thy greatnefs only moves me ;
0 my Lord ! my foveieign King,
1 do love thee, I do love thee, O my Lord, above all things, O greatnefs I I do love thee.
O fine
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O firft beginning and laft end ! Thy greatnefs does on none depend, Thy pow'r did all from nothing fend, Thy will did only move thee ;
0 my Lord ! life's only fpring !
1 do love thee, I do love thee ;
Of nothing thou didft make all things. There nothing is above thee.
O greatnefs in the greateft height ! We all are nothing in thy fight, None but thyfelf can know thy might, Thy majefty does move me ;
0 my Lord ! Hill Three in One !
1 do love thee, I do love thee, There's nothing great but thou alone, O majefty ! I love thee.
FAITH.
ETERNAL Truth ! in all immenfe ! I do believe what comes from hence; Thy word all truth does firmly fence, Thy fov'reign truth ftill moves me.
0 my Lord ! ftill without guile,
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; All that is truth thou doft reveal j Eternal truth ! I love thee.
All that thy church, the ground of truth, Does once propofe, as from thy mouth, I ftill believe it as thy oath ; Revealing truth ftill moves me.
0 my Lord ! my faithful King,
1 do love thee, I do love thee ;
O truth
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O truth itfelf in every thing • O fource of truth, I love thee.
Thy church is built upon a rock, Still proof againft all hellifh ftroke, By her mouth truth ftill guides thy flock, Her words are true, and move me.
0 my Lord ! Truth's only fpring,
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; Thy faithful fpoufe in every thing, Still teaching truth, does move me.
HOPE.
ETERNAL Mercy ! I rely Upon thy boundlefs clemency, Iho' drown'd in fin, to thee I fly, Thy mercy only moves me.
0 my Lord ! moft clement King ?
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; O merciful in every thing ! Thy boundlefs mercy moves me.
Thy mighty pow'r can give me grace, To keep thy law, and run my race, Until I fee thee face to face, To hope, thy promife moves me.
0 my Lord ! my faithful King !
1 do love thee, I do love thee -9 Thou'rt faithful in minuteft thing* Thy promifes ftill move thee.
Thy mercy o'er thy works ftill goes, Above our merit it o'erflows, In it alone I ftill repofe, E'en when my crimes reprove me.
Omy
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0 my Lord ! my clement King !
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; Thy mercies I'll forever fmg, Thy boundlefs mercies move me.
CONTRITION.
ETERNAL goodnefs ! I deplore, That 1 offerded thee fo fore ; With help of grace I'll fin no more ; Thy fovereign goodnefs moves me.
0 my Lord ; ny lovely King !
1 do iove thee, I do love the'e,
My confcience does me forely fting, That e'er I failed to love thee.
O goodnefs ! in fupreme degree, \Vi -at wr tch am I, who (lighted thee ? O fource of goodnefs ! pardon me, My wickednefs reproves me.
0 my Lord ! I now begin,
1 do love thee, I do love thee * Augment my grief for ev'ry fin, Let thy great goodnefs move thee,
0 goodnefs ! which I did contemn,
1 do for thee my fins condemn, I'll rather die than fin again, Thy goodnefs only moves me.
0 my Lord ! my love increafe,
1 do love thee, 1 do love thee, Confirm my purpofe with thy grace Thy goodnefs makes me Ipve thee.
LOVE
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LOTE OF GOD.
ETERNAL Beauty ! fource of love ! That ilill inflames the quires above ; Exceflive beauty docs me move, With all my foul to love thee.
0 my Lord ! my lovely one !
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; All beauty comes from thee alone, O beauty ! I do love thee.
Thy beauty, Lord, doesravim me ; If it the fouls in hell could fee, Their endlefs pain would no pain be, They would for ever love thee.
0 my Lord ! thy beauty's full,
1 do love thee, I do love thee -, JTis infinitely charming Ilill, Thy fov'reign beauty moves me.
0 beauty ! God's own pure delight ! Both heav'n and hell put out of light, For thy own folf, with all my might,
1 will for ever love thee,
0 my Lord ! all beauty's fpring !
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; O grant me but this only thing, That dying 1 may love thee.
LOJ'E OF OUR NEIGHBOUR.
O goodnefs ! beauty ! mnjefty ! O mercy ! pow'r ! O truth ! for thee Ail men on earth are dear to me, Thy pleafure only moves me.
Omy
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0 my Lord ! thy love is great ;
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; I love all mankind for thy fake, To this thy will does move me.
Let them flight me, and me injure, Let them me hate, and death procure, My love for them (hall (till endure, Forgiving them I'll love thee.
0 my Lord ! Love's only term !
1 do love thee, I do love thee; I thee offend, if them I harm ; In loving them I love thee.
Thy work and image them I fee, Thy blood them all from fin did free, To blifs they're made co-heirs with thee, Thy love for them ilill moves me.
0 my Lord ! thus do I clofe,
1 do love thee, I do love thee ; May all men, e'en my mortal foes, In blifs for ever love thee.
HTMN OF JUDITH.
TUNE — ETRICK BANKS.
BEGIN with joyful hearts your fongs, To God your cheerful voices raife,
To you, my fons, it well belongs, In Sion to proclaim hispraife.
Amidft
Great is the Lord ! invoke his name,
Declare his wonders all around, In peace and war, his mighty fame,
Shew forth infongs, and trumpets found.
Amidft his faithful flock he deigns
In peace to keep his nx'd abode, But o'er their enemies he reigns,
With direful juftice' awful rod. From northern climes proud Aflur came,
Trufting his ftrength in multitudes; His armies, numberlefsto name,
O'erfpread the plains, dried up the floods.
My lands he vaunted to deftroy,
And put my fprightly fons to fword, To feize my children for his prey,
My virgins for his haughty lord ; .But lo ! our mighty God defends
Our caufe, and humbles all his pride, His potent help to woman lends,
Which to the mighty he denied.
He fell not by the valiant arms
Of giant's ftrength and fortitude, Merari's daughter's powerful charms,
Even Judith's hand his force withftood. Her widow's gaib (he lays afide,
No more a mourner (he appears, But dreffesout in all the pride
Of fprightly charms and youthful years.
Her head (he decks, anoints her face, Our great deftroyer to confound ;
Her hair adorn'd with ev'ry grace, In charming ringlets waves around.
Struck
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Struck with amaze, the haughty lord, While to her charms he captive lay,
From off his body, with his fworcl, His head (lie fevers quite away.
Say, Perfia, what amazement then
Seiz'd all your valiant fons ? What fear ? "What dive niionifhment, ye men
Of Media, funk you to defpair ? How were your camps, AfTyria, fill'd
With bowlings on that dreadful day, When all your ions were forc'd to yield
Their haughty hearts to woman's fway ?
How dreadful, Lord, through ev'ry land,
Is thy great name ! how juft thy praife ! None dares rebel 'gninfi thy command ;
None dares againit thee murmurs raife. Before thy face the tow'iing hills,
From ail their deep foundations, rrroaii j The rocks like wax melt down ; the vales
SubmiiTive own thy power alone.
How are thy fervants truly great !
To them thy bleffings overflow ; But all who thy juil fervice hate
Mult headlong to deRruclion go. To fhee our grateful hearts we raife,
To thee we will for ever ling, All honour, g-1ory, worfhip, praife,
To thee, our good and gracious King.
[ 66 ] THE HAPPT MAN.
TUNE — MILL MILL, O.
WHAT tho' my ftation is but low ?
My foul is full as great — O, As their's who higheft places fill,
And live in pomp and (late — O. One God creates both them and me,
From equal nothing draws — O, I can enjoy as well as they
That great eternal Caufe— O.
What tho' another (nines in power,
And honours him furround ? — O The grave will make us equal all,
And level with the ground — O. No difference there between the King,
And fubjed e'er fo mean— O, There rich and poor, and high and low,
On equal terms are feen— O.
What tho' I cannot ftretch rrty thought,
And nature's depths explore— O ? I can th' eternal mighty God,
With humble heart adore— O. In refignation to his will,
True happinefs is found — O ; And, without that, whate'er you know,
Is but an empty found— O.
What tho' I am bereft of friends ?
I'm not for thr.t alone — O ; Angels attend me, God protects,
And owns me for his fon — O.
In
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In fweet converfe with thefe I range Thro' all the heav'ns above — O,
And thro' celeftial regions pure, In contemplation move — O.
From fuch employment perfect joy,
And undifturb'd repofe — O, Free from the fliadow of all change,
Uninterrupted flows — O. What creature can my peace deftroy ?
Orhappinefs impair ? — O. He who controuls the raging feas,
Alone can make me fear — O.
What tho* I have not riches ilore ?
My mind is more content — O, Than if ten thoufand pounds a year
Were on my pleafures fpent — O. No anxious care my heart invades,
No envious thoughts npprefs — O, I neither aim at being more,
Nor fear the bein^ lefs — O.
b
What tho' I cannot ca(l my eyes
On lands and fields as mine — O, For me the heav'ns difplay their charms,
Their fparkling beauties fhine — O. The gaudy pomp of worldly pride
I heartily clefpife — O, When to that glorious azure cope
I raife my wond'ring eyes — O.
The beauties of a fun-lhine day
Afford my foul delight — O, And wat'ry clouds with coloured bow,
Do charm my raviih'd fight — O.
G 3 The
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The gorgeous liv'ry of the fpring Tells me my Makei's there ; — O,
And gloomy winter's frozen locks His prefence ftill declare — O.
The fields, the groves, the flow'ry hills,
The meads and purling brooks — O, Difplay more charms, contain more fenfe,
Than all the learn'dft books— O j Thefe to my heart do clearly (how,
The God that rules on high — O, Whofe bounteous providence pervades
The whole with watchful eye — O.
This thought can each misfortune fad
Into a bl effing turn — O, And joy within my breaft create
From what makes others mourn — O. To yield to his command is juft,
And eafy done his will — O ; To thofe who know the force of love,
Which (hives to pleafe him ftill — O.
Then let who will fhine out in gold,
And ride in coach and fix — O, I flill in virtue's facred paths,
My happinefs will fix — O. I envy no man's wealth and pow'r,
Nor thofe who me excel — O, Their happinefs increafes mine,
For I wifh all men well— O.
Whatever God vouchfafes to give*
I take .with thankful heart — O. And ail I have to others can
With chearfulnefs impart — O.
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No man I can efteem my foe, Or at his fuccefs pine — O,
On whom th' Almighty has beflow'd The human face divine — O.
I can partake of others' joys,
If they from virtue fpring — O. And heartily deplore the ills
That on themfelves they bring — O. Yet no confederation can
Retard my ready hand — O, From helping to my utmod pow'r
Thofe that in need do (land — O.
Thus I go on from day to day,
And nothing dread but fin — O, My God I love, for God alone,
And all things elfe for him — O. My hopes are in his bounty fix'd,
That he will ne'er forfake— O, A foul which Jefus Chrift redeem'd,
And his own hand did make — O.
With pleafure I expect the hour,
Which (hall the knot untie — O, And free my love- tick longing foul,
That (lie may mount on high — O, To thofe celeilial bled abodes,
Where pureft joys fpring — O, Arid there her Saviour's praifes loud
For endlefs ages fmg — O.
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ON DETRACTION AND RASH JUDGMENT.
TUNE — WHIRRY WHIGS.
WHEN I go vifit up and down,
I know not what to fay — man, Each neighbour's name is ftill undone,
This is the common play — man. At tea, or coffee, or at noon,
When I my dinner take — man, Defects of abfent perfons come,
This is the table talk — man.
Both gentlemen and ladies tco,
Both clergy and the clown — man. Whatever fecret is, or new,
If it be ill renown — man, All drive the firft to tell it out,
And author love to be — man, From hand to hand it runs about :
But " Tell not this from me" — maw.
No matter whether falfe or true
It be that does defame — man, As certain all do it avow,
The abfent bears the blame — man. To fave the abfent, if you hint,
That it is but a lie — man, Backbiters, fparkling fire like flint,
By oaths, " 'Tis true," reply — man.
At every word detraction founds, And runs without a rule — man,
At
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At every ftroke, three mortal wounds
It (labs unto the foul — man. The foul that hears, the foul that fpeaks,
And abfent's name is tore — man, They ne'er can enter heaven's gates,
Till they this theft reftore— man.
In all the earth where is our law ?
Where is the new command ? — man> In word of God is there a flaw ?
Muft we not to it ftand ? — man. '« Do fo as you would wifli that all
" Unto yourfelf fiiould do"— man ; " And, as yourfelf, love great and fmall,"
This is our law we view— man.
In all detraction thus we break,
We flight God and his law — man. We God and heav'n thus forfake,
And ly in death's black jaw— man. ' No mercy God will ever {how
« To thofe who mercy want"— man. No whifperers do mercy know,
On others grief they rant — man.
Who privily doth (lander one,
That man God will cut off— man, For the tranfgreflion of his tongue,
To judge him is enough — man. His own deftruftion is his mouth,
His lips his foul do fnare — man, He diggeth evil up for truth,
His lips are burning fire — man.
The fcripture afks a queftionhere,
« Who with our Lord (hall dwell p"— man.
The
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The anfwer is both ftrong and clear,
It furely bindeth all — man, " Who doth not flander with his tongue,
" And neighbour does not hurt" — man ( Nor docs againft him, to his wrong,
" Take up an ill report" — man.
But whifperers do nothing fay,
But what the throng does tell — man ; But this excufewill never do,
'Tis throng that fills up hell — man. The way is broad, and many go ;
The throng does fill it up — man. tl The way to blifs is narrow fo,
" There's few that find it out" — man.
And when you do another judge,
As guilty of a crime — man, Upon a word that rafhly ran,
Or enemies did coin — man ; You judge him worthy for to die,
Or of eternal fire — man ; " This is the doom," God will reply,
4 Your judgment does require" — man.
The Judge of Judges you preveen,
And run into his room —man ; Before his judgment cnn be feen,
You rafhly give the doom — man. With your own judgment that you make,
Thus you yourfelf condemn — man; So your own judgment God will take,
To judge yourfelf again— man.
So thofe who whifper and backbite, And flander do purfue— man,
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As raging thieves, without refpite, And murderers we'll view — man ;
Their condemnation with their tongue Upon themfelves they bring — man,
This unretracled will alone Be their eternal fling — man.
Let them remember, in a word,
What our fweet Lord hath faid — man, For it will pierce them like a fword,
When to their charge 'tis laid — man. " Thou hypocrite, takeout the beam
" That in thine eye dorh lie," — man, " Before that e'er thou fpeak or dream
" Of motes in neighbour's eye," — man.
Judge then, if you wifh to have eafe,
When you give up the ghoft — man, Ne'er fpeak the word that can difpleafe,
For none of thofe are loft — mnn. They'll meet you all, at your laft gafp,
In judgment they will (land — man, Each then will pierce like fting of afp,
They break the new command — man.
Let men reflect on what they blame,
They think 'tis ill and true — man, But judging others to their fhame,
Sins on themfelves accrue — man. Thofe whom they blame cannot be worfe,
Than to deferve hell's flame — man, But flanderers deferve this curfe,
When others they defame — man.
Thus whifperers by fpeaking broad, Acquire the fire of hell — man,
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And for what lies not in their road, Their fouls to fatan fell — man.
Thofe whom they blame become not worfe> By their empoifon'd tongue — man,
But 'tis a means by daily crofs Eternally to reign — man.
ON THE NATWITT.
TUNE — ROSLIN CASTLE.
DRAW near, ye haughty fons of earth, Attend your Saviour's humble birth « Behold his love of poverty, From him falfe honours learn to fly. To fave mankind from fin and hell, He deign'd to take our nature frail ; An humble mother too he choos'd, A virgin to a man efpous'd.
To Bethlehem 'midft winter's cold, This couple went to bs enroll'd, Where, far from home, in want fevere, This virgin mother's time drew near. A lodging they fought to procure, The inn was fi'll'd, and they were poor i Thus He who does for all provide, An habitation is deny'd.
A ftable was at laft obtain'd, Wherein an ox and afs remained, And this muft be the firft abode Of Tefus our incarnate God ;
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The new-born babe, with feeble hands, The mother wrapt in Twaddling bands, And he who earth and heaven made, MVIong draw is in a manger laid.
In that country were fhepherd fwains, Who watch'd their .flocks upon the plains, By night, all feated on the ground, A heavenly light (hone all around. Their limbs were feiz'd with trembling fear, When lo ! an angel did appear, Ye fhepherds, let no fears annoy, I bring you tidings of great joy.
In Bethlehem this chearful morn, The Saviour of mankind is born, In meanly Twaddling cloaths array'd, And in an ox's manger laid. This faid ; appeared in the air A number of the heavenly choir, In drains celeftial did they fing, The praifes of their new-born King,
The angels gone, the fliepherds fay, : To Bethleh'm let us take our way, < And fee this word the Lord hath ftiown, " This infant for our Saviour own ;" Then they explored the favoured fpot, And reach'd at length the humble cot, Where finding all things as was faid, Fell proftrate, and their homage paid.
Then they relate how all had been, What wonders they had heard and feen, The heav'nly tale abroad was blaz'd, Whilft all that heard it were amaz'd ;
H Bleft
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Bleft Mary, with a cheerful heart,
Deep ponders all things they impart ;
With love divine the fhepherds burn,
And glorifying God, return. J. C.
A CHRISTMASS ODE.
WHILE the welkin melodioufly rings, With glory redounding on high, And chorus angelical fmgs The peace which defcends from the Iky •,
Why lurks in my bofom fell pain ? Why druggies my heart amidft grief ? Why fofter my follies in vain ? When heaven affords fuch relief.
Deign, heaven, my drooping to chear, T' alleviate my forrow and fmart ; May this harmony ravifti my ear ! May this peacefulnefs quiet my heart !
My heart then, no fyren (hall vex, Allure, and deceive, and annoy : No keen difappointment perplex, No blifs by enjoyment (hall cloy.
Let worldlings grofs pleafures purfuc, And reafon's high powers brutalize •, Let them banifh their God from their view, Religion and confcience defpife.
Yet confcience inceflantly cries, Remorfes dill fting and corrode,
And
And fweet peace from that manfion e'er flies, Where demons have fixt their abode.
Be mine the Tweet pleafure which flows From innocence, fource of pure joy •, Which raptures perennial bellows, Untainted with guilty alloy.
With what peace your bleil cherubs an- O Saviour ! replcnifh my mind, (nounce,
What to do you require, what renounce, Me ready and faithful you'll find.
With the (hepherds of Bethlehem's plains, I'll the (table and manger explore, And in grateful fimplicity's {trains, My God wrapt in fwaddlings adore.
Such humble debafement mud make His goodnefsmore lovely appear; With the tears he has fhed for my fake, Shall I grumble to mingle a tear ?
Whom bards and all nature foretold, Whom nations and kings long'd to fee, In the fulnefs of time we behold Incarnate, yet true Deity.
Man had forfeited honour and grace, Nor could cure the fad ill he deplor'd -, No wj uftice and mercy embrace, And man is to favour reftor'd.
The favour our Jefus procur'd, By example he taught to maintain,
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And hence from his birth he endur'd Humility, poverty, pain.
With fuch leader we'll vanquifli each foe, All fatan's allurements deride : For a crown can we grudge to forego Falfe pleafure, ambition, and pride ?
J.C.
ON THE HOLT NAME of JESUS.
TUNE — ETRICK BANKS.
TO Jefus tune your fweeteft lays, To every ear hispraife impart ; His lovely name a charm conveys, Which fills with tranfport all my heart.
Who Jefus tafte, (hall hunger dill ; Who Jefus drink, (hall third the more •, Nor is there aught our hearts fill But Jefus, whom we all adore.
O deareft Jefus, be my love, My love-fick heart but pants for thee ; O let my pious tears thee move To lend an ear, and pity me.
But hark ! methinks his voice I hear, c< I come^ my fair, nor can delay." What mufic to my ravifh'd ear ! My foul enraptur'd melts away.
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In heavenly converfe with my God, In tender fighs my heart mall wafte ;
Till, loofen'd from this cumbrous load, Eternal joys with him I'll tafte.
To Jefus, from a virgin fprung,
My life, my fpoufe, for length of days,
Through heaven's vaulted tow'rs be fung, For boundlefs ages, endlefs praife,
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ON THE RESURRECTION.
TUNE — FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH.
LET notes of joy each tongue employ,
Let angels and each feraph fmg, A heav'nly lay, 'tis Eafter day,
The triumph of our glorious King ; On wings of love we'll foar above,
Our faith and hope cannot be vain ; Since Chrift our head rofe from the dead,
His members, we, (hall rife again.
ON oux LORD9s RESURRECTION.
TUNE — MARY'S DREAM,
AURORA juft, on Sion hill
And Siloe's brook, had filed her ray, Th' orient iky grew brighter dill, And ufher'd in the chearful day, H 3
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When Mary with her fpices came,
T' embalm tile body of her Lord ; Her heart, confum'd with ardent flame,
Forgot his fure unerring word.
The Hone (he fear'd, an angel bright
Defcending fwift had roli'd away, All Ihining in celeftial light,
His heavenly voice was heard to fay : " Fear not : I know you Jefus feek 5
" To life return'd, he's here no more. f< Why fteal the tears a-down thy che^k ?
«* Remember what he faid before."
Increafing roli'd the briny flood,
Now joy the fource, now doubtful pain •, Clofe by the facred grave (he flood,
And look'd, and wept, and look'd again. In vain her fearch : but, turning now,
She Jefus faw in form unknown. " Why, Sion's daughter, weepeftthou ?
"Whom feekthofe fighsand plaintive moan?"
«< If Him, for whom I feel thefe pains,
" Thou had remov'd from where he lay, " Ah ! fay where lodge thofedear remains,
" That'l may bear them hence away." Then he, with accent fweet and mild,
Soft, " Mary," faid. Her Lord (he knew, And, proftrate, wifh'd his facred feet
Her (beaming tears might yet bedew.
" Sufpend a while thy tender care, " 'Ere I afcend thou'lt yet me fee •,
" Hatte, let my friends thy gladnefs (hare, " Arid bid them me urn no more for me.
" Enough
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Enough thy tears have bath'd my feeS: ; " Enough they've cleans'd all ftain from thee, We foon in endlefs blifs (hall meet, " So, Mary, weep no more for me."
J.C.
ON ST. AUGUSTINE'S CONVERSION,
TUNE — BY SMOOTH-WINDING TAY.
RESISTLESS thy darts,
O Chrilt, when defigning To pierce thofe proud hearts
Which fpurn at thy reigning °. With one gentle ftroke
Their fury thou fmothers ; And, tam'd to thy yoke,
Appoint'ft to rule others,
Thus Augufline, fvvell'd
With vain human Icience j All laws which withheld
Him, fet at defiance, The love which became,
He foolidily waved > And by a falfe flame
Was vainly enflaved.
But when lovely truth,
From darknefs emerging, Shone full on the youth
His knowledge enlarging j Scar'd night flew away,
A bright heavenly fire,
Dilpell'd
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Difpell'd by its ray All lawlefs defire.
A-down the tears roll,
Thick fighs came a crowding ; While, clofe on his foul,
The Spirit fits brooding : His chains he foon broke ;
And being baptized, In Chrift's gentle yoke
True liberty prized.
Then truth fought in vain,
Midi! gloomy receffes, Returns back again
And meets his embraces ; His heart fet aright,
His foul well difpofed, He feeds on true light,
With a mind quite compofed.
J/C.
To A GUARDIAN ANGEL.
TUNE TWEEDSIDE.
SWEET Angel, to vvhofe pious care,
Kind Providence did me aflign, Defend me from each latent fnare,
And watch o'er this pupil of thine ; Difdain not, bright fpirit, to lend
Thy friendly protection to me, O deign to my weaknefs to bend,
Which cannot arifc unto thee.
What
What tlio* of inferior mould,
DepreiTed with bodily clay, Like thee I'm deftin'd to behold
My God in an unclouded day ! Since therefore our end is the fame,
The fame final blifs our reward, May we ftill be united in aim,
In friendfhip and mutual regard.
Since I'm by an angel, unfeen,
Attended in every place, Shall I, by an action that's mean,
My dignity ever difgrace ? My wifhes (hall be what they ought ;
My fighs ftill to heaven afcend ; My bread (hall ne'er harbour a thought.
Can thee, my good angel, offend.
No ambufli, no foe, will I dread,
No legions of demons I'll fear, Each path I fecurely mall tread,
Whilft thou, my kind guardian, art near ; When death (hall have clofed uny eyes,
Together our courfe we will bend, Above the sethereal ikies,
To pleafures and joys without end.
ON Sr. JOSEPH'S DAT.
TUNE — ALLOA HOUSE.
COME, all ye glad faithful, and joyfully
bring
Your harps and your voices, conjointly to fmg Bleft Jofeph's high triumph, who now doth
afcend
To joys without meafure, and life without end ; O thrice blefled Jofeph, thrice happy thy fate, On whofe final breath fuch protection did wait, Since the Lamb without fpot, and the Virgin
mod: pure, With afpedl ferene, did attend thy laft hour.
In placid fweet {lumbers, thou yielded thy
breath,
Diflblv'd from the body, victorious o'er death, To Abraham's bofom thy fpirit did fly, And waited its Saviour to waft it on high ; Soon mankind's Redeemer by death on the
crofs,
Subdu'd death and hell, and repaired our lofs, He ranfom'd the captives, who long were de-
tain'd, And led them to heav'n, as trophies he'd gain'd.
Great faint, now thou reigneft triumphant
in joy,
All drowned in pleafures which never will cloy, O be then our patron, for great is thy pow'r, Obtain for us peace, and a happy laft hour j O God of the faints, ever-bleft Deity, In Trinity one, and in Unity three,
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To thee from all creatures be honour and praife, Who crowned thy fervants with ne'er-fading bays.
J.c.
THM REQUEST OF A SOUL IN PURGATORT.
TUNE .
FROM lake where water does not go,
A prifoner of hope below,
To mortal ones
I pu(h my groans,
In hopes they'll pity me.
O mortals that ftill live above,
Your faith, hope, pray'rs, and alms, and love,
Still merit place
With God's fweet grace ;
0 faithful, pity me.
My fervent groans don't merit here,
Strict juftice only does appear,
My fmalleft faults,
And needlefs talks,
Heap chains and flames on me.
Tho' mortal guilt does not remain,
1 ftill am due the temp'ral pain, I did delay
To fatisfy,
Pad coldnefs fcorcheth me.
Tepidity
Tepidity, and good works done
With imperfeftions mixt, here come j
All thefe negle&s,
And leaft defers,
Great anguifli bring on me.
Tho* my defects here be not fpar'd, Yet endlefs glore for me's prepar'd, I love in flames, And hope in chains ; O friends, then, pity me.
My God, my father, is moft dear,
For me your fighs and pray'rs he'll hear ;
Tho' juft laws fcourge,
His mercies urge,
That you would pity me.
Thro' pains and flames I'll come to him, They purge me both from ftain and fin ; When I'm fet free, Their friends I'll be, Who now do pity me.
The fmalleft thing that could defile Keeps me from blifs in this exile. God loves to fee, That you me free ; For his love pity me.
For me who alms give, faft, or pray, Great (lore of grace will come their way By this good thought Great help is brought, And fouls from fin fet free.
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If you for me now do not pray, The utmoft farthing I muft pay. The time is hid That I'll be rid, Unlefs you pity me.
In mortal fin who yields his breath, Pray not for him behind his death. All mortal crime I quit in time ; O faithful pity me.
For me good works may be pra&is'J, Thus fome were for the dead baptis'd. Such pains endure, For me, and fure You'll help and pity me.
For his good friend, as fcriptures fay, Onrfiphorus, Paul did pray. {%T'im i. 1(5. i His words, you fee, Urge the n for me; And thus you'll pity me.
This third place clear in writ you fpy,
Where all your works the fire will try,
From death fome rofe,
Sure then all thofe,
From third place were fet free.
In hell there's no redemption found ;
God ne'er degrades whom he once crown'd,
Thefe judgments both
Arc firm'd by oath,
And abfolute decree.
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For all the faints pray'r (hould be made' Who (land in need, alive or dead. I (land in need, That you with fpeed Should help and pity me.
In prefence of our fweeteft Lord, For dead they pray'd, as all accord. Chrift did not blame "What I now claim ;
0 hafte and pity me.
To a third place Chrift's foul did go, And preach'd to fpirits here below \ This in the creed And writ you read, That you may pity me.
When Chrift on earth would (lay no more, Thefe captives freed he brought to glore ; There 1 will be, And foon fet free, If you would pity me.
Mind then communion of the faints, All fliould fuppiy each others wants : In pains and chains, And icorching flames,
1 languiih-, pity me.
Eteinal reft, eternal glore, Eternal light, eternal itore, To them accord, O fweeteft Lord ; There's mercy ftill with thee.
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Let mercy (lay thy juft revenge,
Their fcirching flames to glory change,
The precious flood
Of thy own blood
For them we offer thee.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWIXT IMAGE AND IDOL.
TUNE — ALLOA HOUSE.
WHO image and idol hold cue thing to he, Shew ignorance, folly, and blind herefy ; They God's word, his doings, and nature con demn,
All ages, all nations, ail practice, all men ; An idol is nothing, as writ fays moll clear,^
Ci Cor. viii. 4.
It (till forgef-h fomething that ne'er did appear. As if in dull idols fome Godhead did lye ; It was to fuch gods that the Gentiles did fly.
An image figns fomething both real and true, That once was in being, and fome men did view, That fo was by nature, as imag'd we fee, Or took the fame likenefs if fpirit it be ; And thus, without fiction, in image we fpy How Chrift for all mankind on crofs once did
die,
And his virgin mother afflifted we fee, With John the beloved at foot of the tree.
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Thus angels were feen like bright youths, as
writ fays, [St. Luke xxiv. 4.
Like man in old age was feen ancient of days,
[Dan. vii. 9.
Like tongues came the fpirit of love from above,
[Acls ii. 3, 4. And took at the Jordan the form of a dove.
(St. Mat. in. 16.
Such image as God to himfelf fo did frame, Is it idol-making to point out the fame ? Since we, when we read it, muft frame it in
mind, What makes it an idol, when painted we find?
God's word fays exprefly, " No idol thou'lt
u make, " Nor worftiip, nor bow thyfelf down, for its
" fake."
If making of image and idol we join, All nations make idols in imaging coin ; All covet thefe idols, all wifh to have more, Reformers efteem then what they fhould
abhor;
So long thus as coin is approved by them, We will by their own mouths reformers con demn.
Their bibles an image in frontifpiece bear, With fuch they deck towns and their rooms
without fear, With art their own image they nicely caufe
draw,
If image be idol, they fu re break the law; Tho' God forbids idols, in writ yet 'tis faid, There were by God's order two images made ;
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He taught men to make them, and Mofes did fet Two fine graven cherubs on the mercy feat.
[Exod. xxv. 17, 1 8.
If image were idol in fcripture, 'tis clear, That flat contradiction would plainly appear. Can God make on each fide the truth for to
(land ?
And both idol making and breaking, command ? There were graven angels by Solomon made,
f i Kings vi 2.6. The temple all round was with image- work
laid, [I Ktt.gs xxix. 35.
If thus our reformers the temple could '.ee> Durft they fay God's houfe would idolatrous be?
So an image of brafs work, by God's own
command,
Of ferpem, Chrift's figure, was fet up to (land; That all the poor peoplt, when fcrpents did
ft ing, Might find cure, when on it their eyes they
fhouid fling :
This image as hurtful, they'll fay, was dcfiroyM; What then f to good purpofe God had it em-
ploy'd :
The fun has occafion'd abufes 'mong men, And fo has the fcripture — will they it condemn?
God to his own image all mankind did make; If image be idol, God did then miftake, And make up an idol which he does ab: or ; How could he an idol make fit for his glore ? If image be idol, why made God the fun ? Which nrames its own image while waters do run,
1 3 Why
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Why made God all nature, which dill does the
fame ? All kinds their own image by nature do frame.
If image be idol, none date walk in day, We all make an image with every fun-ray •, We dare not our faces expofe to a glafs, For it will an image molt lively exprefs ; If image be idol, God mould then condemn His doings, all nature, all fcripture, all men ; If image and idol fliould be but all one, With God then an idol mull fit on the throne.
The Father begetteth rroft neceffbr'ly His Son, his own Imcige^ none dare this deny ;
\Heb. 1.3. 1 Cor. iv. 4. If image and idol in all things agree, The Son, then, by nature an idol muft be ; 'Tis in divine nature this image is done, When the Father beholdeth himfelf in his
Son, When he himfelf knows, his own image is
made ; Thus God, while in being, an idol hath bred.
And this exprefs image, while God does it
fee,
By nature he loves it, and this Hill muft be; Thus if they all image an idol cm prove, An idol mull be the fource of divine love : If they hold all image an idol to be, They muft fome new God-head find out, as
you fee ;
Or cne of the Perfons, as idol adore, Or grant that an image is idol no more.
Muft
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Muft we then all image as idol abhor ?
Can we not the Son, as God's image, adore ?
Thus man, as God's image, refpecl: when we dos
Who can fay, with reafon, to idols we bow ?
To the fweet name of Jefus, all knee low muft bend,
Deny this reformers will never pretend.
[Phil. ii. 10.
This name's but an image, none dare this de cline,
We furethen an image adore without crime.
But all artful image refpecl: when we do, 'Tis never to colours, or paint, that we bow. We well know that in them no life there can be* That they cannot help us, nor hear us, nor fee. We honour in image the perfon llgn'd there, Love, children to parents in image declare, To honour kings' image good fubjecls are bent, Thus kings they do honour, mov'd to it by paint.
The fick lay in Peter's bare image, or (hade, This for the r lation to Peter it i-.;xl. The Baptift refpefted t'iu miiureil thing As latchet of i* oe, t!>,:t bclong'd to his King ; It was not bare (h^dow, 01 Jatchet uf ihoe. That thefe diftrefb'd peopk-, or Baptiil did view; Yet to thefe things did they great honour ac cord, The fick for St. Peter, St. John for his Lord.
Thj more that the object of iimge we love, The greater reipecl: ftili in u* it «\ili mov , Thus image if Chi ill we will dill iHpicT: more Than all of his creatures that e'er came to glore 5
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Their imngewe honour, conform to their place, As God's friends and creatures, all crown 'd by
his grace,
We Hill refped virtue, whofe fource is on high, What reign'd in the faints, here by image we
fpy.
We fee fome refpf£fc is to images due,
Since them with the ark, and in temple we view ;
It was honour done them, that there they fhould Hand,
Which Solomon order'd by God's own com mand ;
'Tis fure no fmall honour that they be fet there,
Where God fhoult! to Mofes his orders declare ;
Betwixt graven images, Mofes, we find,
\_Excd. xxv. 22.
When God with him commun'd, and told him his mind.
ADDRESS TO GOD THE FATHER.
TUNE — COWDENKNOWS.
MY GOD, had I my breath frum thee,
This power to fpeak and fmg ? And (hall rny voice, and lhall my fong>
Praife any but their King ?
My God ! had I my foul from thee, This pow'r to judge and choofe ?
And (hall my brain, and (hall my will. Their belt to thee icfufe ?
Alas!
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Alas ! not this alone, or that, Haft thou bellow' d on me;
But all I have, and all I hope, I have and hope from thee.
.And more I have, and more I hope, Than I can fpeak or think ;
Thy bleffin^s firft refrefh, then fill, Then overflow the brink.
But though my voice and fancy be Too low, to reach thy praife ;
Yet both (hall ftrain thy glorious name High as they can to raife. ,
Glory to thee, immortal God, One great co-equal Three !
As at the firft beginning was, May now, and ever be.
HTMN TO OUR SAVIOUR JESUS.
JESUS ! whofe grace infpires thy priefts, To keep alive, by folemn leads,
The mem'ry of thy love ; O may we here fo pafs our days, That they, at laft, our fouls may raife
To feaft with thee above !
Jefus ! behold three kings from far, Led to thy cradle by a ftar, Bring gifts to thee, their King.
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O guide us by thy light, that we
May find thy favour, and to thee
Ourfelves for tribute bring !
Jefus ! the pure and fpotlcfs Lamb, Who to the temple humbly came,
Thofe legal rites to pay ; O make our proud and ftubborn will Thine and thy churc'.'s law fulfil,
Whate'er fond nature fay !
Jefus ! who, on that fatal wood,
Didft cleanfe us with thy precious blood,
Nail'd to a (hameful crofs ; O may we blefs thy love, and be Ready, dear Lord ! to bear for thee
All grief, all pain, all lofs !
Jefus ! who, by thine own love flain, By thine own pow'r took'ft life again>
And from the grave did'ft rife ; O may thy death our fouls revive, And at our death a new life give—
A life that never dies !
Jefus ! who, to thy heav'n again, Did'ft foar in triumph, there to reign
Of men and angels King ; O may our parting fouls take flight Up to that land of joy and light,
And there for ever fing !
ADDRESS
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TUNE— ETRICK BANKS.
COME, Holy Spirit ! come and breathe
Thy fragrant odours on the face Of our dull region here beneath,
rvnd fill our fouls with thy fweet grace ! Come and root out the pois'nous weeds,
Which over-run and choke our liv -s ; And in our hearts plant thine own ft eds,
Whofe quick'ning power our foul revives I
We can, alas! nor be, nor grow,
Unlefs thy powerful mercy pleafe ; Thy hand muft plant and water too ;
Thy hand alone mu(l give th' increafe. Do then, what thou alone canft do ;
Do what to thec fo eafy is : Conduct us through this world of woe,
And place us lafe in thine own blifs.
ADDRESS ro THE CHURCH TRUMPHANT.
TUNE — PINKIE HOUSE.
AWAKE, my foul ! lift up thine eyes, And crown thy head with, mirth j
See how they fliine beyond the fkies, Who once dwelt on our earth.
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Hufli, bufy thoughts ! away vain cares,
That clog us here below ; Let us afcend above the fpheres,
And to each order bow.
Hail, glorious angels, heirs of light,
The high-born fons of fire ; Whofe hearts burn chafte, whofe flames (hine
All joy, yet all defire. i bright,
Hail, holy fouls ! who long in fighs,
Long in the fhadow fat, Till our victorious Lord did rife,
To open heaven's gate.
Hail, great apoftles of the Lamb !
Who brought that heavenly ray, Which from our Sun reflected came,
And made our firft fair day. Hail, glorious marcyrs ! whofe flrong hearts
Bravely rejoic'd to prove, How wt-ak, pale de ith, are all thy darts,
Compar'd to thofe of love.
Confeflbrs, hail ! who wifely gave
Yourfelves to God alone, That you your precious fouls might fave,
And gain the promis'd throne. Hail, fpotleis virgins! who, by vows,
Your chafte refolves have bound j Who wifely chofc your Lord for fpoufe,
And now your fpoufe have found.
Hail, all you happy fouls above,
Who form that glorious ring About the fpaikling throne of love,
And there for ever fing.
Hail:
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Hail ! and among your crowns of praife,
Prefent this little wreath; Which, while your lofty notes you raife,
We humbly fing beneath,
A MORNING ODE.
TUNE — BANKS OF DOON.
OPEN thine eyes, my foul, and fee Once more the light return to thee ; Look round about, and choofe the way Thou mean'ft to travel o'er to day.
Think on the dangers thou may'ft meet, And always watch thy Hiding feet. Think where thou once haft fall'n before, And mark the place, and fall no more.
Think on the helps thy God beftows, And caft to fteer thy life by thofe ; Think on the fweets thou once did'ft feel, When thou did'ft well — and do fo ftill.
Open thine eyes, my foul, and fee, &c.
Think on the pains that (hall torment Thofe ftubborn fouls that ne'er repent ; Think on the joys which wait above, To crown thy faith and holy love.
Open thine eyes, my foul, and fee, &c.
Think what at laft will be thy part, If thou go'ft on as now thou art.
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See life and death — fet thee to choofe ; One thou muft take, and one refufe. Open thine eyes, my foul, and fee, &c.
O my dear Lord ! guide thou my courfe, And draw me on by thy fweet force ; Still make me walk, ftill make me tend, By thee my way, to thee my end.
Open mine eyes, my foul, and fee Once more the light returns to thee. Look round about, and choofe the way Thou mean'fl to travel o'er to-day.
AN EVENING ODE.
TUNE — COWDENKNOWS.
THE Sun now haftes to hide his face, And make way for the moon ;
So (hall our life once end its race, As fure, perhaps, as foon.
Choofe then, before it be too late, For choice with life will end ;
Remember on thy choice, thy fate, Thy good or ill depend.
Choofe now, for ever ; yet thou'rt free -, Where wilt thou place thy heart ?
On the gay toys which here we fee, Or Mary's better part ?
Ofliall
0 (hall I, Lord, need fuch demand 1 Shall I this choofing call !
Who find on one fide nothing (land, And on the other, all ?
1 choofe my God, my God alone »
I will, nor Cnii have more j All elfe is mere delufion, Drofs, bawbles varuifli'd o'er.
THE CHRISTIAN MOTHER'* LULLABT.
TUNE — THE BANKS OF BOON.
SLEEP on, my babe ; on thy right hand Thy guardian angel takes his [land, To keep at diftance all thy foes, Who might difturb thy (oft repofe.
Sleep on, dear innocent, ileep on : Thou haft no caufe to weep or moan. The n nner's cheek let tears bedew, JTis I to weep, fvveet love, not thou.
Alas ! what dangers thee await, When thou haft come to man's eftate ! A dang'rous race thou haft to run, Beft end it, 'ere 'tis well begun.
Sleep on, dear innocent, &c.
Think not, thou cruel fiend, Come day, To make this tender babe thy prey :
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That God, who hung upon the tree, Will guard me and my child from thee. Sleep on, dear innocent, &c.
O thou, who know'ft a mother's care, Deign, Queen of heav'n, to hear my pray'r ! Vouchfafe this infant to defend, And bring him to a happy end !
Sleep on, dear innocent, fleep on : Thou haft no caufe to weep or moan. The finner's cheek let tears bedew, 'Tis I to weep, fweet love, not thou.
W. D.
SOLITUDE.
TUNE — TELL ME, THOU SOUL OF HER I LOVE. THOMS.
O COULD I, loos'd from ev'ry tie
That binds me to this world of care,
Hence to fome diftant defart fly,
With one true friend, my hap to (hare.
Some calm retreat we'll find at laft,
Dear Si/vius, where, in fmoother ftream,
Our life will glide, and all the paft Seem but a (hort unpleafant dream.
Nor think that He, who deigns to feed
The hungry ravens, and to deck With ev'ry flow'rth* enamel'd mead,
Will man, his choiceft care, forfake.
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Each morning, on his altar laid,
The viclim, myftically flam, With him in our behalf will plead,
And what he pleads for, will obtain,,
If e'er the world's tumultuous fcene, And dangers paft we call to mind,
Pleas'd with our Jot, we'll ne'er complain : But pity thofe we've left behind.
So they, who once the harbour gain, When fafely landed — from the Qiore
May fearlefs view the raging main, And hear the ftormy ocean roar.
W. D.
CHRISTIAN FRIENDSHIP: CAMILLUS AND ALTUNO.
TUNE — MY LODGING IS ON THE COLD GROUND.
CAMILLUS,
ALTUNO, why trembles the tear in thine eye '
Why fitted fo filent and fad ? Say, why from thy bofom did'il heave the deep While ev'ry thing round us looks glad? [figh, The linnets are ringing, The foreft is ringing With the blackbird's melodious ftrain ;
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There's no body near us Who may overhear us, Then tell me what caufeth thy pain.
ALT UNO.
Though warbles the linnet his mufical lay>
Though echoes refponfive the grove, Tho' nature, Camillus, looks blooming and gay, No pleafures my pain can remove ;
If from me thou'rt torn,
Unhappy, forlorn, 'Mong thefe lonefome walks will I ftray ;
Fond fancy will trace here
Each favourite place, where Like lambkins together we'd play.
' Still facred to friendftiip, from whofe flow'ry We, ftooping, our thirft would allay, [brink This fountain (hall be: here on thee will I think, When thou art remov'd far away.
To Albion, O could I
Thee follow ! Fain would I Leave happy, Hefperia's (hore.
Vain wiih ! 'Ere yon thorn
Its berries hath borne, Wide ocean between us (hall roar.
CAMILL US.
Embrace thy Camillus, thou deareft of friends *,
Thy head on his bofom recline. My duty, Altuno, now forces me hence j
O let us not thereat repine.
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O let it not grieve thee That foon I muft leave thee ;
Time may us to each other re {lore : Death elfe will prove fweet, And in heav'n we (hail meet,
Where true friends never feparate more.
W.
ON THE STAR THAT APPEARED AT THE
BIRTH OF JESUS CHRIST.
WHAT new-born luminary decks the fides! What beams of glory from yon (tar arife ? Not Sol himfelf has e'er been feen to flbed So bright a luftre. round his orient head ! Some comet, haply, by th' Eternal huri'd, And fraught with vengeance on a guilty world. Oh \ no — fo clear and kindly like a ray, Was never meant a meffage of difmay : Far other hopes, I ween, to man are giv'n, And marks of mercy drop at laft from heav'h ; At length the feeds of faving grace are fown, And long loft Eden is again our own !
This is the ftar, by MadianVfeer foretold, That ufhers in a fecond age of gold ; Bids Jacob's weeping offspring dry their tears, And tells the world, its Saviour, God, appears ! Hail ! precious pjedge of that approaching day, That comes to chace our difmal night away. If fuch the radiance of thy early morn, What fplendor muft thy noon-tide beam adorn?
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Happy Bethlehem, thou the firft (hall fee The Sun ofjuftice rife — and rife from thee ! But not to thee confin'd, his light (hall roll O'er all the globe, and beam from pole to pole : New life, new vigour to mankind impart, Cleanfe the nlm'd eye, and warm the frozen
heart.
Error and ignorance from earth expel, And drive the (hades of darknefs back to hell ; With virtuous flame make ev'ry bofow glow, And Belial's wide-extended pow'r o'erthrow.
Then baneful feuds and bloody wars (hall
ceafe,
And love (hall link the world in lading peace. Greeks and barbarians (hall, with one accord, Submit to the fame leader — the fame Lord ; Parths, Perfians, Scythians e'en (hall quit the
field, And Rome, unconquer'd Rome, fhall learn to
yield.
New laws, new rites, the willing world enthral, And Shiloh's peaceful reign extend to all : 'Twixt Jew and Gentile alldiftinftion loll:, And IfraeFs glory be the nation's boaft.
See how, already, mankind he controls, And proves himfelf the Sov'reign of their fouls, Strangers from different climes his cradle greet ; Princes ly p.roftrate at his infant feet. To him their chcicefl, richeft offerings bring, And, with fubmiffion, hail their future king.
Thither ah ! too, let us in hafte refort, And, at due diftance, pay cur humble court.
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What though we cannot, from ourfcanty (lore, Afford, like them, vaft heaps of treafur'd ore ? What though the little altars, which we raife, With neither myrrh, nor od'rous incenfe blaze? The homage of our hearts he fure may have; 'Tis all he feeks — 'twas all the fhepherds gave. Our hearts, 'tis true (in fpite of all we can), Are forry off'rings for a God made man ! But He can mould them to his own defire ; And purge their earthly partswith heav'nly fire. Heal all their bruifes— -all their (tains efface; Make ftubborn nature bend to ftrength'ning
grace ;
Till changM transform'd by his almighty pow'r, We (hall in fpirit and in tiuth adore.
A. G.
ETERNITT.
TUNE - •
AND do we then believe
There is a day to come, When all their fummcns muft obey,
And take their final doom ?
Is there a heav'n indeed,
To crown the innocent ? Is there a hell, and horrid pains,
The wicked to torment ?
Are thefe eternal too,
And ne'er to have an end ?
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Shall never thofe delights decay ? Thofe torments never end ?
Good God, is all this true ?
And fure muft true it is : And yec we live as if there were
Nothing fo falfe as this.
O quicken, Lord ! our faith, Of thefe great joys and fears ;
And may the laft day's trumpet be Still founding in our ears.
Still may this glorious hope, Shine bright before our eyes ;
We (hall at laft go up to meet Our Jefus in the ikies.
Come, Jefus ! come and take Our banifh'd fouls to thee.
Come quickly Lord ! that in thy fight Our eyes thy light may fee.
ON 7HE BENEFIT OF OUR REDEMPTION.
TUNE— ETRICK BANKS,
TUNE now, my heart, thy notes tune high \
Let us aloft our voices raife, That our loud fong may reach the fky,
And there prcfent to thee our praife.
To
To thee, bleft Jefus, who com'ft down From thofe bright fpheres of joy above,
To purchafe us a dear-bought crown, And woo our fouls ty efpoufe thy love.
Long had the world in darknefs fat,
Till thou, and thy all-glorious light, Began to dawn from heaven's fair gate,
And with thy beams difpel its night. We too, alas ! ftill there had flood,
As common flaves in the fame made ; But Jefus came, and, with his blood,
Our general lanfom freely paid.
Not all the fpite of all the Jews,
Nor death itfelf could him remove ; Still he his bleft defign purfues,
And gives his life to take our love. And now, my Lord, my God, my all,
What (hall I moft in thee admire ? That power which made the world, and (hall
The world again diffolve with fire ?
O no — thy ftrange humility,
Thy wounds, thy pains, thy crofs, thy death Thefe (hall alone my wonder be,
My health, my joy, my ftaff, my breath. To thee, great God ! to thee alone,
Three Perfons in One Deity ; As former ages Hill have done,
All glory now and ever be,
AT THE SIGHT or A CRUCIFIX.
TUNE — BANKS OF DOON.
AND now, my foul, can'ft thou forget, That thy whole life is one long debt Of love to Him who, on that tree, Paid back the flefti he took for thee. Lo ! how the ftreams of precious blood Flow from five wounds into one flood. With thefe he wafhes all thy ftains, And buys thy eafe with his own pains.
Hail, tree of life, we clearly now That doubt of former ages know ; It was thy wood (hould make the throne Fit for a more than Solomon. Hail, throne of love ! royally fpread With purple of too rich a red. Strange coftly price ! thus to make good Thine own efteem with thy King's blood.
Hail, faired plant of Paradife ! To thee with love we lift our eyes ; O may aloft thy branches (hoot, And fill the nations with thy fruit ! O may all reap from thy increafe, The juft more ftrength, the finner peace ; While our half-wither'd hearts, and we Ingraft ourfelves, and grow on thee.
Live, O for ever live and reign, Bleft Lamb ! whom thine own love has /lain. And may thy loft fheep live to be True lovers of thy crofs and thee.
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HOW ro USE THE THINGS OF THIS WORLD.
LORD, who (hall dwell above with thee.
There on thy holy hill ? Who ill al I thofe glorious profpecls fee,
That heav'n with gladnefs fill ?
Thofe happy fouls who prize that life*
Above the bravefl here ; Whofe greateft hope, whofe eager ftrife,
Is once to fettle there.
They ufe this world ; but value that,
Which they fupremely love. They travel through this prefent ftate;
But place their home above.
REAL HAPPINESS NOT TO ££ FOUND HERE.
TUNE — £OWDEN KNOWS.-
MY foul ! what's all this world to thec, Th;s world of fin and woe ;
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Where only fenfe can tafte its fweets, And thofe unwholefome too ?
Truth is thy food, truth thy delight, Which cannot here be free •,
Thy mind was born to know and love What this life ne'er can fee.
Malicious world ! how do'ft thou lie,
And cover thy falfe baits ? Here thofe of pleafure, there of gain,
Each for our ruin waits.
O may I, Lord ! fo ufe this world,
That I the other gain •, O make me fo the other love,
That this it's end attain.
It's end's to breed up fouls for heav'n, Then be itfelf new-drefs'd ;
No more corruption, no more change, But one perpetual reft.
ADVANTAGES OF PRESENT CALAMITIES.
TUNE — PINKIE HOUSE.
LORD ! what a pleafart life were this,
If all did well their parts; If all did one another love
Sincerely with their hearts.
No
No fuits of law, no noife of war Our quiet minds would fright ;
No fear to lofe, nor care to keep, What juflly is our right.
No envious thought, no fland'ring tongue.
Would e'er diRurb our peace ; We (hould help them, and they help us,
And ail unkindnefs ceafe. But the All-wife permits thofe woes,
And finds it better fo ; lie made the world, and fure he know*
What's bed with it to do.
*Tis for our good, that all this ill
Is fufFer'd here below ; 'Tis to correct thofe dangerous fweets,
That elle would poifon grow. So ftorms are rais'd to clear the air,
And chafe the clouds away ; So weeds grow up to cure our wounds,
And all our pains allay.
CHRIST, OUR PASSOVER, is SACRIFICED.
I COR. CHAP. V. VER. 7. TUNE — ROSLIN CASTLE.
OUR JESUS on his altar lies ; The Chriftian's noble facrifice.
There,
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ConcealM his majefty divine Beneath the forms of bread and wine.
There, or within his filver cell, He ftill on earth vcuchfafes to dwell ; Where, refting on the mercy-feat, He hears our pray'rs in humble ftate.
Go then, my foul, thy God adore j His pardon, pity, grace, implore. Before his footftool proflrate fall, And on thy Lord for mercy call.
Fear not : it was for thy dear fake That he this (hape has deign'cl to take; 'Twas his unbounded love for thee, That naii'd him, bleeding, to the tree.
Go, then, make thy requeft ; nor fear, Thy loving Jefus leans to hear. Give thou thyfelf to him, and he Will give himfeif again to thee.
W. D.
A NIGHT SCENE. AN ODE.
XOX NOCn INDICAT SCILNTIAM—PSA. l3.
HOW calm the night, and clear the Cues ! Philothea, raife thy wond'ring eyes
Up to yon azure cope. High mounted on her filver car, Purfu'd by many a twinkling ftar,
The moon rolls down yon flope.
Where
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Where on the weft the cloud divides, Before her beam its fwelling fides,
And leaves her paiTage clear. Sit down a while : the midnight hour But only tolls from yonder tow'r.
What folemnfcenes appear !
See yonder mountain's airy height Shoots from the vale, fweils on the fight,
And darknefs round him flings. The owl, perch'd on yon glimm'ring fpire, tier broad eye fix'd on Phebe's fire,
Her doleful ditty fings.
Clofe by the purling brook, the breeze Soft whifpers through the trembling trees,
And, fighing juR expires. But lo ! her rapid courfe now fped, The moon finks in htr lable bed,
And from the fcene retires.
O God, who, with fuch majefty, Halt cloth'd this wond'rous world !
Halt pour'd thefe planets o'er the fky, Theie orbs before thee huri'd !
If fuch our place of exil be,
Where fin is found, \vnere yet we fee,
Mix'd with thy friends, thy foes i Say, what (hail be thy bleisM domain, Where, but ihy fav'ntes, none (hall reign,
None but thy faints repofe ?
W. D.
L 3 AP1BU&
APIBUS QUANTA EXPERIENTIA PARC1S.
VIRG. GEOR. BOOK i. VER. 4.
TUNE — THE MAID THAT TENDS HER GOATS.
O'ER field and meadow, hill and dale, And up and down the flow'ry vale, Or humming thro' the leafy grove, The bufy bee delights to rove.
Now (looping with her balmy load, Well pleas'd, ihe feeks her lov'd abode ; Returning tlraight her toil renews, And from the flow'is fweet nectar brews.
While fummer lafts, her only care Is to collect her winter fare ; Norheedlefs, like the reft, to ploy, Andfport her lufcious time away.
Poor infects ! Boreas' chilling breath Shall freeze their little fouls to death; While fhe, fo fnug, her cellar ftor'd, Shall feaft upon her lufcious hoard.
See here a pattern, man, for thee : Go, imitate th' induftrious bee. The fummer of thy life is Ihort, It is not yet thy time to fport.
Who will not labour while he may, Nor guard againft the evil day ;
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GOD HATH SPOKEN, WE MUST BELIEVE.
TUNE CATHARINE OGIE.
HIS goodnefs God does Hill extend,
To all, as having made us. He's our beginning and laft end,
And makes juft laws to lead us j We cannot furely know his will,
Unlefs he does reveal it, His goodnefs and wife-ruling {kill
Docs not let him conceal it.
Our minds with reafon he infpires j
And clearly we're perceiving, That %ve (hould dill do his defires,
And help from him be craving •, He gave us confidence us to guide,
Which us to good ftill moveth , When evil we do not avoid,
It iharply us reproveth.
If there's no being all-fupreme, How could we find fuch motions ?
What caufe within us ftill does frame, Of good and il), thefe notions ?
To afk God's help in all great fears, Inftinft of nature draws us ;
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This to our confcience witnefs bears, A fov'rcign pow'i that awes us.
Predictions clear we do explore,
With events ftill agreeing, Thefe events, told long time before,
We clearly are now feeing ; He did not thefe foretell by guefs,
But by his pow'r he made them Infallibly to come to pafs,
By forefight as he faid them.
As he within us makes appear,
Great proofs to (Low his being, That he did fpeak it is as clear,
We're evidently feeing; He is the truth, he cannot lye ;
To his word when we're cleaving, On faith divine we then rely 5
He fpoke, and we're bthtving.
Our reafon furely muft fubmit
To the firft truth revealing, Deep myiteries iurpafs our wit,
Our tafte, and fight, and feeling. Could we the depths of God explore,
And myiteries know throughly, God infinite would be no more
It finite graip'd him wholly.
Thefe points of faith which we receive,
To which we are aficnting, No human reafon couid conceive,
Or e'er be them inventing ; Thefe points n uit then be al: divine;
It is from God we hold them 5
No
No human wit could them combine, Unlefs God firft had told them.
None could attempt the enterprize,
But an Almighty Being, Or fo majeftic plan devife
Of faith, as we are feeing ; Its fabrick's from omnipotence,
By the firft truth propofed •, Then let our reafon, and our fenfe,
Within their fphere be clofed.
VISIBILITT AND PERPETUITT OF THE TRUE CHURCH AND PRIESTHOOD.
TUNE — PINKY HOUSE. I.
GOD fays his church is a high hill,
To which all nations flow, (a] This mountain the whole earth doth fill, (b)
None can beyond this go i
Scripture Texts cited, on the Vipbility and Perpe-
*tuil\ of the PnMood ami Scripture in
the Church of Chrifl.
Ferfe Flrjt.
(a} And in the laft days the mountain of the Houfc ottfce Lord ihall be prepared on the top of mountains ; and it II be waited above the hills: and al! nations fliall flow unto it. Ifaiah ii. a. See alfo Micah iv. i.
0) But the ftone due ftruck the ftatue, became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth. Dan. ii. 35*
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A city that ne'er hid can be, (c)
The church is call'd in write ; Who drives to prove none could it fee.
May prove that black is white.
II.
This city gates are open ftill, (a]
With watchmen on its wall, (b) Who always fucceflively will
The nations daily call ; (c) Her ihepherds caufing flocks ly down, (d)
Are witnefles to him \ (e] Thefe (hepherds, with their flocks, obey
The One that ruleth them. (/)
III.
Chrift, independent King of all, Who has all pow'r fupreme,
(c) You are the light of the world. A city fcatcd on a mountain cannot be hid. Match, v. 14. Verfe Second.
(a) And thy gates (hall be open continually : they fhall not he fhut day nor night, that the ftrength of the Gentileg may be brought to thee, and their kings may be brought.—- Ifaiah Ix. n.
(£) Upon tliy walls, O Jerufalem, I have appointed watch men ; all the day and all the night, they fhall never hold their peace. If. Ix. 6.
(<) Thus faith the Lord thy God : Behold, I will lift up my hand to the Gentiles, and will fet up my ftandard to the people ; and they fhall bring thy fons in their arms, and carry thy daughters upon their (boulders, and kings fhall be thy Hurting fathers, and queens thy nurfes. If. xlix. zz, 23.
(d} Thus faith the Lord of Hods : there fhall be again in this place an habitation of fhepherds, caufing their flocks to lie down. Jer xxxiii iz.
(e) You are my witneffes, faith the Lord, and my fervant whom I have chofen. If. xliii. 10.
(/) My fheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. John*. Z7.
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Did o'er the reft one fhepherd place, Who rules them in his name ; (a)
The priefts (hall ne'er want one, 'tis Cure, To facrifice always, (£)
In every pi ice an offering pure, To fun fet from its rife.
IV.
Who offer facrifice {hall vow, (a]
Which vow perform they (hall, Great place and name to thofe is due ; (£)
Such was the great Saint Paul, (c)
To
Verfc Third.
(a) And my fervant David (Chrijl) (hall be king over them, and they lhall have one fhepherd. Ezek. xxxvii. 24.—- And I will raifc up over them one Paftor, who fhall feed them. Ezek. xxxiv. 23. And there fhall be one fold and one Shep herd. John x. 16. And he (Jefus) faith to him (Peter) feed my lambs, feed my fheep. John xxi. 16 17.
(£) Neither fh til there be cut off from the Priefts and Lc- vites a man before my face to offer holocaufts, and to burn facrifice, and to kill victims continually. Jer. xxx. 18. From the riling of the fun even to the going down, my name is
freat among the Gentiles; and in every place there i» facri- ce, and there is offered to my name a clean oblation.-— IVIulachi i. n .
Verfe Fourth.
(a) And the Egyptians fhall know the Lord in that day, and fhall worfhip him with facrifices -nd offerings: and they fhall make vows to the Lord, and perform them.-— Ifaiah xix. 21.
(l>) And let not the eunuch fay, Behold I am a dry tree j for thus faith the Lord to the eunuchs, They that fhall keep my Sabbath, and fhall choofe the things that pleafe me ; and {hall hold fad my covenant ; I will give to them iii my houfe, and within my walls, a place and a name better than fons and daughters : and I will give them an everlafting name that fhall never perifh. If. Ivi. 4.
(c) But Paul having ftaid yet many days, taking kwe of his brethren — — having fhorn his head in Cenchra ; for
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To Italy they fhall be fent,
To Afric, Greece, and fea, To Lydia, where the bows are bent, (d)
To iiles where'er th^y be.
V.
Of all thefe nations priefts he'll take, (a)
All flefh (hall him adore ; By means of thofe whom priefts he'll makc>
For they'll declare his glore ; His chofen place of red with them
Is fixed for all time, (b) Their feed and name (hall ftill remain, (c)
We'll know them by his fign.
VI.
Here public worfhip docs appear,
Foretold by the Mod High, With prie.thood, pallors, flocks mod clear,
All nations to tnem fly ;
he had a vow. Ads Tviii. 18 But I fay to the unmarried and widows, it is good for them if they continue even as I.— I Cor. viii. 7, 8.
(</) And I will fet a fign among them, and I will fend of them that (hall be faved, to the Gentiles, into the fea, into Africa and Lydia, them that draw the bow ; into Italy and Greece, to the iflands afar off, to them that have not heard of me, and have notfeen my glory. If. Ixvi. 19.
Vcrfe Fifth,
(a) And 1 will take of them to be priefts and Levites, faith the Lord -- and all flefh (hull come to adore before my face, faith the Lord, If. Ixvi. 21. 23.
(6) For the Lord hath chofen Zion ; he hath chofen it for his dwelling. This is my reft for ever and ever. Here will J dwell, for I have chofen it. Pf. cxxxii. 13, 14.
(c} For as the new heavens and the new earth, which I make to (land before me, faith the Lord, fo fhall your feed {land, and y«ur name. IfJxvi. 22.
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While Tun and moon are, them we'll fee,
On earth in every place, Invifible how then could be
This vaft fucceffivc race ?
UNITT, HOLINESS, ETC. OF THE TRUE CHURCH.
TUNE — GILDEROY. I.
TO fave all men God docs intend, (a)
He ftts one rule for all, (b) That rule (hall never have an end,
Nor fubjeCt be to fall. That all may fpeak the felf-fame thing,
With one heart and one mind ; (c)
And
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(^ And he fhall continue with the fun, and before the moon, throughout all generations. Pf. Ixxii. 5". His feed fhall endure for ever, and his throne as the fun before me, and as the moon perfedl for ever, and a faithful witnefs in heaven Pf. lxxxix-37, 38.
Scripture Texts cited, on the Unity, Holinefs, bV of the Church.
Verfe Fir/1.
0) God will have all men to be faved,and to come to the knowledge of the truth. I Tim. ii. 4.
(b} That we may be of the fame mind, let us continue in the fame rule. Philip, iii. 16.
0) And the multitude of believers had but one heart
and one foul. Ads iv. 3*. Now I bcfeecb you, brethren, by
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And for their faith one reafon bring, When church hath once defin'd. (d]
II.
To's church, his undefiled dove,
His fpoufe and only fair, (a) He gave his fpirit, truth and love,
Who will his mind declare, (b) His peace fhall ever with her be,
With her he'll ne'er be wroth, From all rebuke (he'll dill be free,
She's his ; he fware by oath, (r)
Without
the name of our Lord Jefus Chrift, that you all fpeak the fame thing, :.nd that there be no fchifms among you, but that you be perfed in the fame mind, and in the fame judge ment. f (d} NO\T I befeech you, brethren, to mark them who caule diffentions and offences, contrary to the dotirinc you have learned, and to avoid them. Rom. xvi. 17. For though we, or an angel from heaven, preach a gofpel to you, befides that which we have preached to you, let him be accuried. Gal. i. 8, 9.
yerfe Second.
(a) One is my dove, my perfect one is but one. Song or Sol. vi. 8. My love, my dove, my fair one. Song of Sol. 11. 10. We being many are one body in Chrift. Rom. xii. J. There fhall be one fold, and one Shepherd. John x. 16.
m 1 will afk the Father, and he fhall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you for ever : the Spirit of Truth. John xiv. 16. And when he., the Spirit of Truth, is come, he will teach you all truth. John xvi. 13.
(«) Peace I leave with you, my peace I give you. John xiv. *7. In a moment of indignation have I hid my face a little while from thee ; but with everlafting kindnefs have 1 had mercy on thte ; faith the Lord, thy Redeemer. This thing is to me as in the days of Noah, to whom I fware that I would no more bring in the waters of Noah upon the earth ; fo have I fworn not to be angry with thee, and not to rebuke thee. For the mountains fhall be moved, and the hills fhall tremble ; but my mercy {hall not depart from thee,
and
}
III.
Without a wrinkle, fpot, cr blame, («)
Moil holy, pure is fhe, She never iluill be put to fliame, (b]
Nor prey to heathens be. (<-;) What way could then the whole church fill,
In blind idolatry ? Who boldly this maintain, mull call
The fe promifcs a lie.
IV.
'I he church from God (hall ne'er ciepait, (a)
She'll ne'er dePtroy'd be, Nor will he turn from her his heart,
She is his fan£iuary ; (b)
and the covenant of my peace fliall not be moved, faith t'ue Lord that hath mercy on thee. If. liv. 8, &c. Ferfe Third.
(<z) That he might prefent it to himfelf a glorious church. ftct having fpot or wrinkle, nor any fuch thing, but that i: fhould he holy and without blemifh. Ephef. v. 27.
(£) Fear not, for thou fhaltnot be confounded ; nor blufii, for thou fhalt not be put to fhame. If. liv. 4.
(c) And I will lave my flock, and it fhall he no more a
fpoil and they fhall he no more a fpoilto the niitioi;-..
Ezek. xxxiv, a*. 28.
V.erfe Fourth.
(a) And I will give them one heart and one way, th--.
they may fear me all days and I will make an ever-
lafting covenant with them, and will not ceafe to do them good ; and I will give my fear in their heart, that they may not revolt from me. Jer. xxxii. 3^40. But in the days of thefe kingdoms, the god of heaven will fet up a kingdom that fhall never he deitroyed. Dan. ii. 44.
(6) And I will fet my ianiSluary i« the nuuft of them for ever. Ezek. xxxvii. 26,
M 2 Til
L
The words at firft (he did receive,
She ftill conferveth pure, (<:) From her we them do always crave,
When {he fpeaks we're fecure. (d)
V.
She has the keys to loofe and bind,
All's ratify'd on high, (a} For which, who yield not to her mind,
They all mud furely die; (£) For this {he's ftill fought out thro* all,
Forfaken {he'll not be, (c) We pillar, ground of truth, her call, (d)
All feds flie'11 terrify, (e)
(<:) And there fhall come a Redeemer to Sion, and to them that turn from iniquity in Jacob, faith the Lord. This is my covenant with them, faith the Lord : my Spirit that is in thee, and my words that I have put in thy mouth, fhall rot depart out of thy mouth, nor out of the mouth of thy feed, nor out of the mouth of thy feed's feed, faith the Lord, from henceforth and for ever. If. lix. 20, 21.
(</) And a path and a way fhall be there, and it fliall be called the holy way ; the unclean fhall not pafs over it, and this fhall be unto you a ftraight way, fo that fools fhall not err therein. If. lix. 20, ai.
Verfe Fifth.
(a} And I will give to thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatfoever thou {halt bind upon earth, fhall be bound alfo in heaven ; and whatfoever thou fhalt loofe upon earth, fhall be looted alfo in heaven. Matth. xvi. 19.
(£) For the nation and kingdom that vill not ferve thee fhall perifh. If. Ix. 12.
(f) But thou fhalt be called a city fought after, and not fcrfaken. If. Ixii. 4. 12.
(</) The houfe of God, which is the church of the living God, the pillar and ground of truth. I Tim. iii. 15.
(*) Thou art beautiful, •• •• terrible as an army fet in array. Song of Sol. vi. 3.
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VI.
Againft her, all who dare uprife,
In pieces (lie will break} (a) No enemies can her furprife, (b)
Reformers flie'll not take ^ No weapon e'er can do her wrong,
Form'd by device of men, Againft her each uproaring tongue,
In judgment ftie'il condemn.
VII.
She's firmly buiit upon a rock, (a)
In faith (he cannot fail ; No pow'ro of hell, no mortal's ftroke,
Againft her can prevail. Chrift and his fpirit with her bide,
Unto the end of time ; (I)
Unto
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(a') And his kingdom fhall not be delivered up^to another people, and it fhall break in pieces, and fhall confume all theie kingdoms ; and itfelf ihall {land for ever. Dan. ii. 44.
(Z>) And I will feed thy enemies with their own flefh ; and they fhall be made drunk with their own blood, as with new wine ; and all flefh fhall know that I am the Lord that fave thee, and thy Redeemer, the mighty one of Jacob.- — If. xlix. 26.
(<r) No weapon forged againft thee Ihall profper ; and every tongue that refifteth thee in judgement, thou fualt condemn. If. liv. 17.
Vtrfr Seventh,
(«) And \ fay unto thee, Thou art Peter ; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell fhall not prevail againft her. Matth. xvi. 18. And the Lord faid, Simon, Simon, fat an hath defired to have you, that he may fift you as wheat; but I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not. Luke xxii. 31, 32.
(£) And behold I am with you ail days, even to the end of the world. Matth. xxviii. 20. And he will give you ano ther Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, that he may abide with M 3 you
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Unto all trutli they her do guide, Still truth then (he'll define.
VIII.
All her decifions then are true,
So all whom (he'll condemn, As heathens Chrift himfelf does view,
If they the church contemn ; (a} They flatly do God's word gainfay,
That word of ftric"t command, Both heav'n and earth fhall pafs away,
Yet ftill his word muft ftand. (*)
IX.
Thefe texts moft clear in writ we fee,
They cannot be in vain, Some church to which they all agree,
On earth muft ftill remain. Seels, who want one, or fome deny,
Or cannot (hew their call, Or where none of thefe marks we fpy,
Are fure no church at all.
X.
To church of Rome we then muft give
(To her they all agree) Thefe titles and prerogatives,
There's no church then but {he.
you for ever. John XIT. 16. But when the Spirit of Truth is come, he will tead» you all truth. John xvi. 13. Verfe Eighth.
(a} And if he will not hear the church, let him be to thee as a heathen and a publican. Matth. xviii. 17.
(£) Heaven and earth (hall pafs away : but my words {ball not pafs away. Luke xxi. 33.
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She mutual faith with Paul doth keep, (a)
Herdo&rine then is pure ; And fatan's bruis'd beneath her feet, (£)
In Peter's faith fhe's fure.
XL
We her and paftors ftill did fee,
In one fucceffive race ; So ftill (he'll univerfal be,
In all time, in all place. She's ancient, uniform in rule,
She's one, (he's holy, pure, Built on a rock, {he makes all fouls
Infallibly fecure.
THE 4POSTLES WERE NOT DECEIVED IN BELIEVING CHRIST.
TUNE — BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.
THE twelve great pillars of the church,
We're evidently feeing, That they could not be in the lurch,
Believing Chrift Meffiah. They knew well that the Chrift was come,
As prophets had foretold him :
Verfe Tenth.
(«) That I may be comforted together with yoa, by that which is common to us both— your faith and mine ; fays St. Paul to the Romans, Rom. xvi. IZ.
(£) And may the God of peace crulh fatan under your feet fpeedily. Rom. xvi. 30.
(0 But I have prayed for thce, that thy faith fail not. Lukexxii. 32,
The
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The Baptift cries, with heav'nly tone, " The Saviour's here— behold him !"
They knew that Jefus was the child,
Whofe birth the angels fhewing, Caus'd (hepherds come arid leave the field,
This child their God avowing •, And, that King Herod fought in vain
To kill this child, they fpied ; No pow'r on earth could him conflram,
Unlefs himfelf complied.
They faw that Jefus was the fame,
Whom the three kings adoring, Did for their Lord thro* all proclaim,
"With his bright ftar before them -, They did avow him God and King,
And mortal man they preach'd him ; To him, as fuch, three gifts they bring,
And thro' great dangers fearch'd him,
They faw that Jefus was the Lord,
Whom Simeon expected •, Who would great joy to all afford •,
Whom Anna much icfpecTted ; "Who in the holy houfe of God,
Was to his father ofFer'd ; Who with the doctors there abode,
And quefiions to them proffer'd.
They ftay'd with him for three whole years,
His wonders daily feeing, His do&rine deep, and life, appear'd
The holicft in being. Eye-witnefFes all this they faw,
And greatly were furpriz'd j
They
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They faw his mifiion, pow'r, and law. By heav'n thus authorised.
They faw fuch marvels at his death,
That no man could refift them ; The dead did rife from trembling earth,
The rocks afunder burfting ; The fun quite black, beyond the laws
Of nature, they faw turning; And at the death of its firft caufe,
All nature clad in mourning.
The third day his omnipotence
From doubts their faith fecurcd, They faw him rife by his own flrength,
With marks of wounds, but cured ; By his own pow'r, they faw him go
Up thro' the flues to glory ; His fpirit coming here below
Confirm'd them all mod throughly.
He gives them light from heav'n to know
The myft'ries of their Maker, With gift of tongues, and pow'r to do
All wonders above nature ; Eye-witnefies they all confefs
Thefe facls, by none refused ; Jf Chrift they fhould not then profefs,
They could not be excused.
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THE TESTIMONT OF THE APOSTLES is TRUE.
TUNE — AULD LANG SYNE.
THESE twelve bright ftars did not, 'tis clear.
Their profelytes deceive, Their lives and virtues made appear,
They taught as they believ'd ; Their love of truth and fimple air,
Still without greed, and poor, Their labour, zeat, and candour rare,
Could with no fraud endure.
They public fa£b, where they fell out,.
Did conftantly aver; Their fraud and lies all would find out,
Had they not been fincere. To Jews and Gentiles they maintain,
That Chrifl they mud receive ; That under heav'n there is no name,
But his alone can fave.
They jails, and chains, and fire, and fword,
All fuff'red for his name, On gibbets, crofTes, racks, his word
They boldly did proclaim ; Nor fire could wafte, nor water drown
Their in\vard burning flame *, For Jefus' fake, and good renown,
All torments they contemn.
Their blood for him, and lives fo dear* They gave, when nought abode
That
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That they from him could hope or fear. Had he not been true God ;
Importers never go fo far,
When there's no gain in view,
Which evidently does declare, They b'liev'd him God moft true.
Their converts faw this with their eyes,
And wonders great and fure, By which God ftill did authorife
Their miflion, words, and pcw'r. Great multitudes converted Toon,
Of Gentiles and of Jews ; FulfilFd predictions, left no room
Their do6lrine to refufe.
UNITT OF FAITH.
TUNE — GILDEROY.
WHEN we adore one God on high,
With virtues allendu'd, And all that him can dignify,
As great and fov'reign good ; We mull confefs him moft fmcere
In each word he does fay ; If once he varies, then 'tis clear,
In all he may betray.
Since God hath faid, There's but one faith,
As there is but one Lord ; To many fetb he never can
Give rife, or grant accord.
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For if all true thefe fefts can be,
Yet contradictions move ; Their contradictions then mud we
Make God himfelf approve.
If all religions us can bring
To fee our Maker's face, Then we to this, or that, may cling,
Or change at every pace -, Then error never could have been,
Tho' Chrift faid there mould be, Since every fec~l that brings to God,
From error muft be free.
You may, with Arius, maintain
The Son lefs than Papa ; With Simon Magus hold again,
No free-will in our law •, And then, with Manes, two Gods hold,
One good, another ill : All thefe were Chrift ians, we are told —
Make choice of what you will.
With many feels you may baptize,
With others it's a whim ; The Anabaptiits all advife
An off-put for a time ; The Quakers ail the firft abhor,
Yet Chriftians they are nam'd ; Such Chrillians never were before:,
Who chrift'ning contemn'd.
Diflenters bid rely in all,
On their Kirk without head ; Yet they maintain all church can fall,
And into error lead.
In
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In vain did Chrift then e'er pretend, That he with church would bide i
How could he us exprefly fend, To hear an erring guide ?
Can all be true that each avers ?
Or can all pleafe the Lord ? None with itfelf in all coheres,
None with the reft accord ; They change, they mend, they change anew,
To make contraries 'gree. What can (if all each fays be true)
E'er contradiction be ?
In fuch a great diverfity
Of principles, fo far, That each in others faces fly,
And make an endlefs war; No profpett can be had in them,
To gain eternal life, Unlefs we fay, and fo blafpheme,
That God is pleas'd with ftrife.
What man will ever think to prove,
What man will dare advance, That variance cometh from above,
From God mod true, immenfe, Mod conftant, uniform, fincere,
Mod holy, prudent, wife, Who thefe divifions cannot bear,
That wicked men dcvife ?
For with himfelf God (lill agrees,
In all he does rehearfe ; Nor could he ever authorifc
Two things that are diverfe ;
* For
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For it" the one be furely true, The other falfe mult be,
Or elfe we boldly muft avow, That truth and falfehood 'gree.
THANKSGIVING FOR BEING BROUGHT ro THE TRUE CHURCH.
TUNE — SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN.
WHEN all the bounties I behold,
Thy lib'ral hand beftows ; Abforpt in wonder, O my God,
My grateful heart o'erflows. When to a point, within the womb,
My body was confin'd, Thy hand did then that point protect,
And furnilh with a mind.
Thro' every ftage of life, fince firft
The vital breath I drew, Thou, bounteous Lord ! each moment hadft
My happinefs in view ; Each moment frefh examples gave,
Of thy unbounded love, Each moment {till in thee alone,
I am, I live, I move.
But chiefly this returning day
Demands my loudeft praife, This day, wherein thou from hell's jaws
My helplefs foul did raife ;
When
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When in the gulph of error drown'cl,
I from thy truth did (tray, Thy boundlcfs mercy brought me back,
And pointed out the way.
With light thou did ft illuminate
My mind, thy truth to know, And to embrace the fame thou did' ft
Thy heavenly grnce beftow. O how my heart exults with joy,
When I that day recall, When fir ft before thy altar I
Did humbly proitrate fall.
Who then my pcrverfe will did bend,
Thy holy will t' obey? Who taught my heart what thoughts to raift
My tongue what words to fay ? Who then difpell'd all worldly fear ?
Who calm'd my anxious mind ? Who taught me to reftrain my fenfe,
My wand'ring fenfe to bind ?
O thou, from whofe unbounded love
Thefe heav'nly blefiings fiow'ci, My heart and foul I raife to thee,
My life, my King, my God ! Whatever I have, whate'er I am,
To thee I offer all : Speak but the word -, thy fervant waits
T' obey thy facred call.
Doft thou command thy fervant now
To pafs the gates of death ? Obedient to thy call, with joy,
I yield the vital breath •,
N2 Wouldil
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Wouldft thou I rather fhould remain
A while to fufl*er here, O welcome fufferings ! happy toils !
"Which for my Lord I bear.
Vouchfafe but thou to fearch my reins,
And cleanfe my heart within, Teach me to do thy facred will,
And keep my foul from fin. Then fliall my tongue, in higheft drains,
Aloud proclaim thy praife ; Then (hall my never-ceafmg voice
Its grateful anthems raife.
A FEW QUERIES.
TUNE — TJALLY-O.
WHEN with our new Reformers
To difpute you intend, "With thefe loud boafting ftormers
You'll foon thus make an end : If you but afk in order, The time; place, reign, and border, Wherein liv'd the firft forger,
Of points that you defend.
Defire them once to tell you,
When popery firft btgan ? Altho' with words they fell you,
They'll never fhow the man j They wander up thro' ages, And try at different ftages ;
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But let their wifeft fages Determine if they can.
When did the mafs in Latin,
And real prefence, come ? Where holy water making,
And images firft done ? Where relic veneration, And angels' invocation, Feafts, fails, lent's celebration,
When were they firft begun ?
Who was the firft that founded
The feven facraments ? Who purgatory grounded,
And altar ornaments ? All ceremonies, unctions, In facramental functions, As primitive injunctions,
Antiquity prefents.
How came the fign of crofs in ?
Who firil indulgence feign'd ? Who was the firft that forc'd in
Communion in one kind ? Who made the innovation Of Peter's exaltation, With pope in Peter's Ration,
Supremacy adjoin'd ?
Who was the firft that prayed
And faid mafs for the dead ? Who fir (I the church difplayed
As an unerring gu'nle ? Who made the church decifion A cure for all divifion,
N 3 And
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And made itaderifion, That church in error fled :
That our good works are needful, To teach who firft was wont ?
And faith without them dead dill, Tho' ftrong to lift a mount ?
Who firft brought candles mining,
Ephpheta, fait and figning,
With exorcifms joining White linen at the font ?
Thefe points by Chrift commended
And his apoftles came ; And from thefe faints defcended
Who next to them began •, All who thefe points rejected Were heretics detected ; How can we be fufpedted,
Who ftill thefe points maintain ?
Whatever point is error,
It furely muft be new, To believers it gave terror
When it came firft in view ; The monfter that firft fpawn'd it As heretic was branded, His tenets, time expanded,
His name and place they (hew.
CLv THE RUINS OF A CATHEDRAL,
TUNE
THERE once, where now thefe ruins Iie5
A (lately temple ftood ; Its fteeples reaching to the fky,
O'ertopp'd th' encircling wood.
Around it, where the rip'ning corn
Now rears its awnie head, The plough profane the foil has torn,
Where lay the mould'ring dead.
Lo yonder, where her verdant boughs That yew tree loves to fpread,
And o'er the tabernacle throws A dulky, waving (hade \
The ivy weaves a mantle green,
Yon altar to array, From vulgar eye the place to fcreen.
Where the dread victim lay.
Here now no anthems warbling foft,
No hallelujahs fung : Silent thefe rooflefs walls, which oft
With loud hofannasrung.
Save that from yonder tott'ring tow'r The raven pours his throat ;
Or moping owl, at midnight hour, Renews her plaintive note.
Not
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Not age, but modern Goths o'erthrew
The venerable pile : Ought that oppos'd, they burn'd, or flew,
And laid waftc Britain's ifle.
W.D.
COLLOgUT WITH THE BLESSED
VIRGIN ON THE SUFFERINGS
OF JESUS.
O MARY fay ! when drawing near Thy blefled Jefus, thou did'a fee
A Friend, a Son, a God fo dear, Expiring on a crofs for me.
Ah fay ! what anguifli heav'd thy bread !
What forrows pierc'd thy foul, what pain, When, with my daily fins oppreft,
Thou faw'ft him bleed at every vein.
O Mary, pray ! that I may feel What now thy Jefus feels for me*
O foften, break this heart of fteel,
That I may mourn and weep with thee.
O may my foul thefe fins deplore, And be fome partner of thy pjiin,
And never grieve thy Jefus more, Nor make for me his fufferings vain.
May I, in filent patience, teach The ilormy pamons of my foul,
To
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To break and flow within the reach Of grace and reafon's mild controul.
O Mary, interceed for me,
That I may God's decrees adore ;
And learn from thy Son and thee, What ne'er, alas ! I learn'd before.
May I in fufferings e'er retain, That for my fins I thefe endure ;
And pardon thus for fin obtain, And blifs eternal thus i-nfure.
VANITT OF VANITIES, SAID THE
ECCLESIASTES ; VANITY OF
VANITIES, AND ALL is
VANITT.
ECCL. CHAP. 7. VLR. 2. TUNE — LOGAN WATER.
HUM AN' Life is but a dream, Fading like a funny beam, When the cloud, acrofs the iky Flitting, darkens Phoebus' eye.
See yon curling vapour's train Proudly fweeping o'er the plain j The breeze is up, it fades away : So (hall the pride of life decay.
Pleafurea
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Pleafures, honours, wealth, and pow'r, Seem to laft but foi an hour : Death approaches — lo, they take Their fudden flight, and us forfake.
The butterfly, on golden wings, Hovers round in airy rings : Worldlings, like the fooliih boy, Faft purfue the fleeting toy.
On to ruin's brink they prefs, Panting, eager in the chace. While around them fiends deride ; Angels, blufliing, turn afide.
Mortals, flop your mad career ! Lo the precipice how near ! Turn ye ; further if you drive, Down the dreadful fteep you'll drive.
W. D,
TRANSLATION OF THE HYMN DIES IRJE.
AT laft (hall come that great announced day, On which this earth lhall be confum'd by fire,
When finners fhall, in horrible difmay,
Feel the whole weight of the Almighty's ire.
What dreadful fignslhall mortals terrify, When that tremendous hour is drawing near,
When the juft Judge, in awful majefty, To try all Adam's race is to appear.
A trum=
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A trumpet by an angel (hall be blown,
The powerful found of which (hall call
mankind,
To rife, and come before that Judge's throne ; Their fouls being with their former bodies join'd.
This fummons (hall be inftantly obey'd.
Then Chrift, from heaven, (hall on a cloud
defcend, With power and glory he (hall be array'd ;
And all the heavenly hoft (hall him attend.
Our confciences (hall then be open hid, To man and angels all (hall be reyeal'd,
That ever we have done, or thought, or faid ; Not the moft fecret crimes can be conceal'd.
I alfo there this Judge muft ftand before.
Poor criminal ! what fhall become of me ! What fhall I plead ? What patron's help im plore ?
When free from fear the juft (hall fcarcely be.
0 Saviour dear ! to whofe pure mercy all Thofe that are faved, their falvation owe,
In my diftrefs to thee for help I call ; Have pity on me, and thy mercy (how !
Remember, Lord ! thou didfl our nature take, Of happinefs to bring me to the way ;
1 thee befeech, for that thy goodnefs fake,
Condemn me not, on that laft judgment day.
For three long hours thou, nailed on the tree, Didfl: hang in great extremity of pain,
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For Tinners, and, among the reft, for me ; May not thefe fufferings be for me in vain !
When thou (halt judge, drift juftice muft take
place ;
But thou can'ft pardon while on earth we live :
0 grant me pardon in this time of grace, And all my fins before I die forgive !
1 clearly fee how much I am to blame ;
I figh and groan, perplext with anxious care,, I too great reafon have to blufh for (hame ; But fpare, good God ! thy fuppliant fervant fpare !
Thou didft to Magdalen free pardon grant, And to the thief, repenting at thy fide.
Since for like pardon I fincerely pant, Why in thy mercy may not I confide ?
No merit in thy fight can I pretend ;
Nay, punifhment fevere my fins require : But thou art good •, on this I mud depend.
Sweet Jefus, fave me from eternal fire !
When angels mail the good from bad divide, Not of the goats, in the unhappy band
May I be plac'd ; but on the other fide, Among the blefled ilieep on thy right hand.
And when the wicked, with thewretched fiends, Down mall be hurl'd to flames and endlefs
woe,
May I with thee, among thy glorious friends, In triumph to thy heavenly kingdom go !
' Moft
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Mod earneftly my foul I recommend
To thee, and with fmcere contrition cry j
Jefus, affift me at my latter end,
And grant that in thy favour I may die.
As terrible when Judge thou muft appear, Be merciful now in the time of grace j
Pardon and help give to us living here, And to the faithful fouls departed peace.
J. E. M.
Tax HTMN TE DEUM.
GREAT GOD, beginning and laft end of all, In fpirit humbly we before thee fall ; To thee our voices and our hearts we raife, To pay the homage of our thanks and praife.
All round the earth thou juftly art ador'd, As fole Creator, and as fovereign Lord 5 In heaven above, with awe the moft profound, Millions of angels thy bright throne ^furround.
And always Holy, holy, holy, cry, Glory to thee, Lord God of hofts moft high ! All thro' the world, fo fplendidly array'd, Thy wifdom, power, and goodnefs are difplay'd.
The chofen twelve thy greatnefs ftill proclaim j The prophets magnify thy blefled name ; Thoufands of martyrs, clad in robes of white, Their Alleluias constantly unite.
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The Church here likewife fmgs fwect hymns
to thee,
Her God, in nature One, in perfons Three ; Extols the Father, who proceeds from none, The true, eternal, equal, only Son :
The Holy Spirit, who from both proceeds, In manner that all human thought exceeds. Of glory thou'rt the King, O God made man, Son of the Father, before time began.
Thou didft vouchfafe, that man thou might'ft
fet free,
Conceived in a virgin's womb to be; Thou, conquering death, did'lt heaven's gates
open lay, To all who £hould believe, and thee obey.
Above all creatures now exalted high, Thou with the Father fitt'lt in majefty ; Thou art to come to judge us at the lad, When LO the world the time aflign'd is paft.
Lend to thy fervants then thy heavenly aid, Whofe ranfom with thy precious blood was
paid ;
Grant we may of the happy number be, Who (hall be call'd to endiefs blifs by thee.
Thy people from calamities preferve, And blefs the nations which thy law obferve; Give them profperity, and lading peace, In all their ways direcl; them by thy grace.
In praifmg thee our tongues we flill employ, With adoration, grateful love, and joy.
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May we this day our duties all fulfill, Regarding only thy moft holy will.
To us, dear Lord, a Saviour truly be ; To us (how mercy, as we hope in thee. In thee I hope — let not my foes prevail : Who place their truft in thee, to profper can not fail.
J. E. M.
FINIS.
ERRATA.
i'age IO, line 8, for vigorous, read rigorous.
28, laft line, for does adore, read do adorn. Ii6j line 12, for lufcioust read precious.
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