To gain fome end, or frustrate some design,
Alike thy juftice, and thy love combine.
Searcher of hearts! to thee are equal known
The minds of millions, as the mind of one,
Who would not fear, who would not kifs thy hand?
Fall at thy word or rife at its command?

Hail, fov'ran Lord! by all thy works confeft!
By angels worthipp'd, and by faints addrefs'd!
Hail fov'ran love! myfterious wisdom, hail!
In whom the Father, and his fulness dwell!
In whom the Godhead, and the man unite,
Stamp of his form, and glory of his light!
Come, and thy two-fold character maintain,
Jehovah's equal, and the child of man!
In whom complete, in thee completed shine,
The God incarnate and the man divine.

Mysterious truth! with-held from reason's eye :
Outcast on earth! but wonder of the sky!

Hail, wond'rous cross* and thou more wond-
'rous he!

That crofs who bore-Thyself its mystery!
And borne for man!-a greater myst'ry still;
But fuch thy love, and love's mysterious will!
Hail, wond'rous chief! who can thy deeds explain?
Their caufe explore, or tell thy love for man?
Found in thyfelf, from thee alone it flow'd,
Read in thy death, as written with thy blood.

By the crofs is meant the fufferings of Chrift on the cross.

That precious blood, that in its mingled fticam,
Pour'd life for all thy merit could redeem.
And this was all,--not one of human kind,
Who come refus'd, or afking may not find.
This far from thee, to fpurn a hapless race,
Reject the fuppliant, or with-hold his grace.
Thy grace is his-who afks in thy great name,
May afk for all, and with allurance claim
The purchas'd pardon to believers giv'n,
The feal of mercy, and the hope of heav'n.
All conq'ring faith, determin'd to endure,
And make its calling and election fure:
That firm refifts temptation unto blood;
Of felf divefted and efpous'd to God.
Lives but for him, who liv'd for this alone,
Form of our form, in fafhion of his own,
That God with man might live for ever one!
Hail, wond'rous love! furpaffing angels fight!
Loft in its depth, and blinded by its light,
Hail! thou in whom the wide extremes are feen,
Of God Jehovah--and of man with men.
All hail! in whom concenter all in one:
Hail all thou art! and all that thou haft done!
Unrival'd yet, let all thy works adore;
Who died a man, is God for evermore!

But utterance fails-our feeble fpirits faint,
Nor more thy perfon than thy paffion paint.
Supreme in both, in both fupreme of all;
Fountain of life, and love's original!

Source

Source of thyfelf, unmade and underiv'd;
As felf-exiftent, and as felf-depriv'd.
Conceiv'd and born, was crucify'd and dead:
His creature's offspring, was creation's head.
Life in himfelf, to take or to resign,

In each as mortal, and in each divine.
Hail! then again--thy Spirit cries, "All hail!"
Tho' worlds despair, and all creation fail.

Yet kind permit, and with thy wonted love, Our weakness fpare, nor in thy wrath reprove Our glowing zeal; but let thy goodness hear Our filence fpeak, what, though our tongues forbear, Our hearts fhall mufe, our raptur'd wonder feel, Our lives exprefs, and life's obedience tell. Fix'd on this view, our willing feet fhall move, From earth's attraction to our hope above. In all thy paths-in all thy precepts tread, Whate'er thy life, or written word hath faid. In meek compliance with thy fov'ran will: In action fervid, and in fuffering-fill. Waiting thy call from earth's inglorious ftrife, To living joys, and heav'n's un-ending life. Sweetly compos'd, resign our parting breath, Answer thy fmile, and hail the tyrant-Death. Launch undifmay'd beyond the folar bound: With prophets number'd, and with martyrs found. Where wait the faints, for better things prepar'd, Their final glory, and their full reward.

Our bodies laid on earth's capacious breast, In peace shall flumber, and in hope shall rest,

Till at thy trump we lift our waking eyes,
Start from the tomb, and ready for the fkies,
Mount all renew'd and as thine own, divine,
Our fhining forms, their kindred fpirits join.

Till thus reftor'd, our rifing head we meet,
Reign on his throne, or proftrate at his feet.
In heaven's high dome eternal trophies raise,
Our joy confummate and complete our praife:
Till in thy light thy future face we fee,

Shine in thy ftrength, and fhare thy dignity.
Abforpt behold the scene thy love displays;
Loft in its beams, and shadow'd by its rays.
The growing wonders ev'ry moment view,
For ever op'ning-and for ever new!

RELIGIOUS

DISCOURSE.

[GAMBOLD.]

To fpeak for God, to found religion's praife,

Of facred paffions the wife warmth to raise;
T'infufe the contrite wifh to conqueft nigh,
And point the steps mysterious as they lie;
To feize the wretch in full career of luft,
And foothe the filent forrows of the juft:
Who would not blefs for this the gift of fpeech,
And in the tongue's benificence be rich ?

But

age;

But who must talk? Not the mere modern fage, Who fuits the foften'd gospel to the Who ne'er to raise degen'rate practice ftrives, But brings the precept down to chriftian lives. Not he, who maxims from cold reading took, And never saw himself but through a book: Not he, who hafty in the morn of

grace,

Soon finks extinguish'd as a comet's blaze..
Not he, who strains in fcripture phrafe t' abound,
Deaf to the fenfe, who ftuns us with the found:
But he, who filence loves; and never dealt
In the falfe commerce of a truth unfelt.

Guilty you fpeak, if fubtle from within
Blows on your words the felf-admiring fin:
If unrefolv'd to choose the better part,

Your forward tongue belies your languid heart;
But then speak fafely, when your peaceful mind
Above felf-feeking bleft, on God reclin'd,

Feels him at once fuggeft unlabor'd sense,
And ope a fluice of fweet benevolence.

Some high behests of heav'n you then fulfil,
Sprung from his light your words, and iffuing by
his will.

Nor yet expect fo myftically long,
Till certain inspiration loose your tongue:

Exprefs the precept runs, "Do good to all :"
Nor adds, "Whene'er you find an inward call."

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