Therefore hath Gon, upon thy Head,
The facred Unction largely fhed,
With gifts of Joy and Grace.
Grateful as Arab's spicy gale,
The fragrant odours never fail,
Which from thy veftments flow;
Such fweets in Heaven, thy charms difpenfe
And by thy Spirit's influence,
Refresh thy Church below.
Bleft, on their heavenly Lord to wait,
King's daughters grace thy fplendid state ;
And lo, at thy right hand,
In garments of Salvation dreft,
Glittering as Opher's gold, confeft
Thy myftic Bride doth ftand.
Daughter redeem'd! with lift'ning ear,
Thy SAVIOUR's words attentive hear,
He claims thee for his own;
Forget earth's tranfitory joys,
Its gilded fnares, and fading joys,
And cleave to him alone.
So fhall the King in thee delight,
So fhall thy beauty in his fight,
With growing luftre fhine;
Thou, his peculiar purchase art,
And all thy undivided heart,
He claims by right divine.
Their Lord, the Gentile World fhall own
Proftrate before JEHOVAH'S Throne
With lowly reverence bow;
Their Love in richeft gifts express,
Their pure unsullied Righteousness,
In glad obedience thow.
Heaven's daughter,-glorious all within!-
Without,-all fpotlefs, pure and clean,
A matchlefs form appears!
Refulgent rays her charms unfold,
And dazzling as the new-wrought gold,
The' unfullied robes fhe wears.
Wrought in the veft with heavenly skill,
Behold the rich embroidery swell,
In variegated hues ;
graces which the faithful wear In well-proportioned figures, there Their lively tints infuse.
To thee, eternal SIRE, fhall come,
The ranfom'd nations haftening home,
A bright and countless throng;
Thy praise with raptur'ous gladness sing,
And in the heavenly courts begin,
The never-ending fong.
The ranfom'd church no more fhall trace,
Her lineage low, of earth-born race;
Inftead of thefe fhall rife,
Her num'rous fons, a princely train,
Whose vaft extent fhall wide remain,
And people all the skies.
MESSIAH, hail! Thy wondrous Name,
Extoll'd in everlasting fame,
Thro' endless years fhall fhine;
While myriads of redeem'd fhall raise,
To thee, in grateful strains of praise,
The' eternal hymn divine.
THE SOUL IN SORROW.
WHAT tongue can tell, what pen pourtray,
The anguish of my wounded mind?
Abforb'd in grief, and fad difmay,
What cheering refuge can I find?
My faith once lively, active, clear,
Prefented JESUS to my view,
As always ready ;-always near,
My drooping spirit to renew.
But now the hour of trial comes,
I faint;-I fink;-beneath my foes;
And faithlefs, wide from JESUS roam!
While guilt and shame my heart o'erflows!
No longer does tranfporting joy,
Arifing from the SAVIOUR'S Love,
My grateful quiv'ring lips employ,
Or raise my foul to realms above.
No more the fmiles of heaven-born peace,
Are found within my breaft to fpring;
But awful gloom does still increase,
And fadly pains me while I fing!
And must I always thus complain?
No more the tafte of blifs enjoy?
Will heaven my grief and fuit difdain?
And always let my foes annoy?
Thou justly may'ft, all-righteous Gor,
My fuit, my grief, my all defpife :
For having left thy lov'd abode,
Thou may'ft in wrath severe chastise.
But Oh! that mercy call to mind,
Which oft to me thou didst extend ;
As thou wert then, be ever kind,
And let thy pitying grace defcend!
Regard thy glorious pleading Son,
Who fhed his precious blood for me,.
Let him thy righteous wrath bring down,
And fet my troubled fpirit free!
My wand'ring heart, reftore, renew,
Its guilt and frailties all forgive;
And let me ftill thy paths pursue,
And in thy kingdom ever live!
SATURDAY EVENING REFLECTIONS.
ROM all the hurry of commercial life,
And variegated fcenes of toil retir'd,
1 calmly contemplate the by-paft week.
What thanks unbounded, and what ardent praise
I owe, great, glorious, bounteous KING,-to Thee!
Thy potent arm in mercy was ftretch'd out
To fave me, helpless, in the trying hour:
Thy grace almighty, when the fubtle foe,
(Fill'd with malicious ire and hellish rage,)
Fiercely affail'd thy fearful feeble child,
Swiftly appear'd, and chas'd the fiend away!
Nor only when by rage infernal storm'd,
But alfo when thro' weakness of frail fleth,
And undefigned wand'ring of the mind,
My foul was pain'd, (fearing its LORD was griev'd,}
Thy tender pity, conftant love was fhewn!
O for entire devotion! to be free
From all the relics of the carnal mind,
All that prevent communion pure with GOD!
Celestial Spirit! Comforter divine !
With all thy purifying powers defcend..
And oh ! baptize me with the heavenly flame!
Enkindle with thy foul-refining rays,
The facred fire of chriftian perfect Love:
Within my bofom may it ardent glow;
And beaming forth in all my outward walk
For ever speak the great Redeemer's praife!
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