Divine Poems
Various Subjects


  • Immanuel; or, the Godhead of
    Chriſt diſplayed.
  • A Meditation written in a Bower
    at Lady Grove, Sutton.
  • Elegies.
  • Epithalamiums.
  • Epiſtles to Miranda, &c.
  • Hymns.
  • A Poem on Redemption.
  • A Walk at Enfield
  • Meditations on the Canticles.
    ——for the Lord’s Supper.
  • Chriſt All in All.
  • Meditations on Rev. xii. 6.
  • A Summer Day’s Excurſion.
  • Odes.
  • Letters.
  • A Soliloquy.

By Maria de Fléury
With Recommendatory Prefaces, by the Rev. Mr Wills,
Rev. Mr Towers, and Rev. Mr Ryland.


Printed for the Author, and ſold by T. Wilkins, Aldermanbury;
By Bellamy and Roberts, No. 202, Strand; M. Trapp, No. I,
Pater-noſter Row; Mr Nott, Lombard ſtreet; M.
, No. 128, Holborn, and by the Author,
No. 31, Jewin-ſtreet.
Price three shillings ſewed.

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To the Reader,

Amongſt all the grand doctrines which the bible reveals to fallen man, that of the Trinity in unity; a triune God, is perhaps the moſt ſublime, and therefore it may appear ſomewhat like preſumption in a woman to exerciſe her pen upon ſuch a ſubject; but in times like the preſent, when this glorious truth is ſo awfully denied by many, when arianiſm, fabelianiſm and ſocinianiſm is pouring in upon us like a flood, and ſome even dare to ſtand forth in public and blaſpheme that worthy name by which we are called, it ought not to be wondered at if even the ſtones in the ſtreet roſe up with indignation, and found a voice to bear teſtimony to the dignity, and to aſſert the Deity of their divine Creator.—Let this conſideration plead my excuſe.

Impreſſed with a deep ſenſe of the importance of the ſubject, and conſcious of my own utter inability to defend ſo illuſtrious a truth, fearing to darken council by words without knowledge, I wiſhed, but durſt not for ſeveral years, attempt any thing of this kind, though requeſted by ſeveral friends to do it; however, an unexpected ſolicitation from a gentleman at that time a perfect ſtranger, to me, prevailed upon me to take up my pen—I viewed it as the voice of providence, and therefore durſt not refuſe. So far as I am capable of knowing my own heart, I know this, that I do not write from intereſted motives, I feel the higheſt ſatisfaction in the teſtimony of my conſcience, that I write not for the gain or applauſe of the world: if the Lord Jesus Christ, the great God my Savior, is glorified in the smalleſt degree, if his cauſe is any way promoted;A3 ed; A3v (vi) ed; and any, if it be only one, of his children edified by any thing he has enabled me to write, my labour will be richly repaid, and he ſhall have the glory. Conſcious as I am of the many improprieties of language and deficiencies in point of grammar, which are very diſcernable in theſe poems and tracts, I feel myſelf conſtrained to put in a humble claim to the candid attention of my readers, from the conſideration that I am a Woman, that I have not enjoyed the advantages of a liberal education; that ſome of the pieces were written many years ago, and that I have not had the kind aſſiſtance of any judicious friend in preparing them for the preſs, or even in correcting and reviſing the proof ſheets, but have gone through the whole fatigue of this work myſelf, and that in the midſt of much weakneſs and indiſpoſition of body.—When theſe facts are duly weighed, I flatter myſelf that the ſoft and gentle hand of candour will draw a veil over the inaccuracies of the following pieces, and ſkreen them from the ſeverity of the keen eye of criticiſm. However, ſuch as they are, I commit them to the care and bleſſing of heaven; and I am encouraged to do this, becauſe I know the Lord of Hoſts is a God of unlimited power, he can not only bleſs the labours of his great and eminent ſervants, but he can alſo bleſs the feebleſt attempts for his glory, and own the weakeſt inſtrument; he is pleaſed ſometimes to make uſe of weak and contemptible things to confound the mighty and the wiſe, that no man ſhould glory in man, but that Christ ſhould be all in all, I Cor. i. 26,31. That he may be all your ſalvation and all your deſire, gentle reader, is the ſincere prayer of

Yours, for Christ’s ſake,

Maria de Fleury.

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The female author of the following Eſſays, is ſo well known in the religious world by her many productions, as to need neither introduction nor any recommendation of mine to the public: but as ſhe has earneſtly requeſted it at my hands, I conſider her ſo faithful a champion in having contended earneſtly and ſucceſsfully, (under the divine bleſſing) for the faith once delivered to the ſaints, on more occaſions than one, that ſhe is fairly entitled to every claim of this kind, both on myſelf, and on every one of the Lord’s watchmen in Zion, that love our Lord Jeſus Chriſt in all his offices, and preach the everlaſting goſpel in all its branches, in ſincerity.

As one therefore that has come up to the help of the Lord againſt the mighty, I honour her. As one that is perfectly ſound in the goſpel, as the following ſheets clearly evince; and eſpecially as ſhe is, like many of her divine Maſter’s ſervants, poor in this world, though I truſt, rich in grace, I heartily commend her, and the preſent publication, to the church of God; truſting they will encourage the ſale of it, not only for her profit, but I humbly hope for the glory of God, and the good of precious ſouls.

T. Wills.

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Dear Reader,

The following miſcellaneous collection, hath been written by a pious godly woman; whom I really believe fears God above many. In many of her writings, her ſtyle is rather masculine, than otherwiſe; and therefore ſhe has been ſuſpected of publiſhing works under her name, which were not her own, but had ſome Miniſter for their author:—whoever thus judged, I am perſuaded were altogether miſtaken. Being frequently in the company of miniſters, it is not to be wondered at, if ſhe ſhould imperceptibly ſpeak or write, in ſome reſpects, after their manner. The pieces in proſe and verſe, that are here preſented to thee, are not controverſial, like ſome of the productions of the ſame pen, but they will be found to be of ſuch a nature, that I think all unprejudiced friends of the Lord Jeſus Chriſt will cordially receive them. A warm attachment to and no incoſiderable zeal for the glorious doctrines of the Trinity—Of the Divinity of the Lord Jeſus, and of the Divinity and divine perſonality of the Holy Ghoſt., are diſcernable throughout the work: Nor are the other truths of the goſpel ſparingly introduced.—If thou, beloved reader, art one of the followers of the Lamb; if Chriſt be very precious to thee; if his name be as ointment poured forth to thy ſoul, then moſt probably,bably A5v (x) bably, the peruſal of this publication will afford thee both pleaſure and profit; eſpecially if thou lookeſt up to the bleſſed Spirit of God for a divine bleſſing upon it.

If it ſhould be aſked, what was my inducement to write this recommendatory addreſs? I muſt inform the reader, that it was not from any ſuppoſition that the name at the cloſe hereof, had any weight, which would render any capital ſervice to the performance or the the ſpread thereof; or that either the one or the other needed ſuch help; but the particular deſire of the writer conſtrained me, ſhe having been for ſome years, a worthy member of the church of Chriſt amongſt whom I have long laboured, with whom I hope to live and die. I was the more diſpoſed to accede to her requeſt, as the matter that follows appears to me to be agreeable to the word of God and calculated to promote the manifeſtative glory of God and the good of precious ſouls.

That ſome poor ſinners minds may receive benefit from her labours—that ſhe may have the pleaſure of knowing this to be the caſe, if not in this world, at leaſt in the world to come—that the Redeemer’s honour and his kingdom may ſpread far and wide, and all his enemies be ſcattered, is the ſincere deſire and prayer of

Thy ſincere friend in our common Lord, Clerkenwell,

John Towers.

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To all inquiſitive and impartial Lovers of the Truths of the Goſpel.

My Friends,

It is a matter of unſpeakable importance to have right conceptions of the revealed character of God; and in order to this, a man muſt have a very low opinion of his own underſtanding, as to its weakneſs to diſcern, to poſſeſs and retain the truths of divine revelation; and he muſt abide by this as a moſt ſure principle, that it is reasonable to ſubmit to the plain dictates of God in all affairs, which reaſon, independent of revelation, could never diſcover.

Every wiſe man will never depart from this principle; and conſequently he will come to his bible not to teach God what he ought to reveal, or how he ought to expreſs himſelf, but he will ſubmit his reaſon and conſcience intirely to the dominion of infinite and eternal truth.

This will be the caſe in a very peculiar manner with reſpect to all our enquiries into the evidence of the Divinity of the Lord Jesus Christ, we ſhall not raſhly reject it, nor with boldneſs and irreverence inquire into the modus of it; but we ſhall with great ſincerity and ſimplicity of heart receive the whole teſtimony of God concerning it.

With theſe preliminaries, I ſearch my bible for the evidences of Chriſt’s Divinity;—I find he is, ſtiled Jehovah, Lord and God, in a thouſand places in the holy bible—I find that all the natural and moral perfections which are aſcribed to God A46 the A6v (xii) the Father, are equally aſcribed to God the Son— I find that all the works of Creation, Providence and Redemption, equally belong to God the Son as they belong to God the Father—I find that all acts of worſhip which were ever paid to God the Father, are equally paid to God the Son. Unbounded eſteem riſing into veneration; unbounded veneration riſing into adoration, and unutterable admiration of the beauties of the divine works, and uſpeakable gratitude for divine bleſſings.—The patriarchs, the prophets, the apoſtles, all join in one voice crying out, Glory, honor, praiſe and power be to God the Redeemer for ever and ever! What then ſhall we think of thoſe miſerable men who declare that the corner-ſtone of all error is the idolatrous worſhip of Jesus Christ? theſe men may cry and blubber concerning the loſs of their apparatus, their books, and their precious manuſcripts; it would be well for them if they would rather cry and roar with conviction and ſorrow, under a ſenſe of their hatred, their malice, their blaſphemy of the eternal perſon of the ſon of God. This bitter repentance would become them well, they would then conciliate the eſteem and affection of all the ſincere lovers of Christ. But now whilſt they continue in a ſtate of impenitence, and impudent rejection of Christ, they muſt remain the objects of contempt and abhorrence to God and man.

The following poem is deſigned to diſplay the true and eternal divinity of our Lord Jesus Christ. My reſpect to the author is ſincere, my regard for the ſubject is great and infinitely ſuperior to all the perſonal friendſhip that can exiſt in this world.

John Ryland.



or the Godhead of Christ Displayed. A Poem.

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A Poem.

Come, from thy heav’nly feat, O ſacred Muſe,

And warm my heart with thy own hallow’d fire;

Bid it awake to raptures all divine.

O bear me on thy bright celeſtial wing

Above the confines of this little world,5

Above yon ſtarry orbs, and that pale moon;

With ſwifteſt flight, O mount and ſoar away

And waft me to the realms of pureſt light,

Where the full ſplendors of eternal day,

The unveil’d glories of the Lord the Lamb,10

Blaze forth in beams of light ineffable,

And make the ſun aſhamed.—Fain would I fly

To that bright world, but chains forbid my flight,

Check my ambition, bind me down to earth;

The chains, the ſhackles of mortality.15

Come then, O meditation, maid divine,

Help me to muse the reſt, and let my mind

View things unſeen by any mortal eye,

And tho’ confin’d in fleſh, converſe with heaven.

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There, on a glorious throne, Immanuel reigns,

The God of nature, and the God of grace:20

Lord of ten thouſand worlds; array’d in fleſh.

A man, but not of ſorrows now, no more

A ſacrifice for ſin, he bleeds and dies.

’Tis done!—The great salvation is complete:

And high exalted, now he lives and reigns25

A Prieſt upon his throne—there angels bow

And own their Maſter and adore their God.

There blood bought ſaints, the trophies of his grace

Proſtrate before his feet, pierced for their ſins,

Caſt down their crowns of amaranth and gold,30

And Abr’hams ſons with gentile ſinners join

To raiſe the triumphs of the ſinner’s friend.

Do Angels bow before Immanuel’s throne,

And, in triumphant ſongs adore his name?35

Yes! their bright myriads, tho’ ten thouſand times

Ten thouſand, fill’d with holy awe and zeal,

With burning love and pure immortal joy,

Veil their celeſtial faces with their wings

When they draw near his feat: Lift, O my ſoul!40

I hear the voice of mighty ſeraphim,

Louder than ocean in his loudeſt roar;

I hear archangels ſhout—they clap their wings,

Their gorgeous wings, and with ſweet uniſon

In one grand chorus ſhake the upper ſkies.45

Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord (they cry)

Lord God of ſabbaoth! Worthy the Lamb, Iſaiah vi. John xii. Rev. v.

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The self-existent and eternal God,—

Cloath’d with humanity, great King of heav’n,—

And Ranſomer of men! Worthy art thou—


Of endleſs domination, pow’r and praiſe.—

Hark! the redeemed millions join the ſong,

Take up the theme, and tune their golden harps

To higher ſtrains, as ſtronger motives call

To nobler gratitude, and boundleſs praiſe.55

Worthy the Lamb, who ſtoop’d ſo low for us

To veil his Godhead in a robe of fleſh,

Who bought us with his blood: Our ſacrifice;

Our righteouſneſs; who brought us by his grace

From every nation of the peopled earth 60

To reign in glory, kings and prieſts to him.

Worthy the Lamb of bleſſing, pow’r and might,

Riches and honour, everlaſting thanks.

Let heaven and earth, and all creation join

To worſhip him, for whom, and by whoſe pow’r

All things ſubſiſt; glory and praiſe be his

Who sitteth on the throne, who once was dead

But lives for ever Lo! again they ſhout

Worthy the Lamb! and at his gracious feet

In low proſtration fall, ſweetly o’erwhelm’d70

With rapturous gratitude, with heav’nly love.

How grand the theme, how glorious the ſong!

What melody, when ſaints and angels ſing

God the Redeemer’s praiſe. But hark, my ſoul!

Jehovah ſpeaks, let heaven and earth attend75

In ſolemn ſilence to the great decree.

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Hear, all my angels, my celeſtial pow’rs;

Cherubic armies, flaming ſeraphim;

Bright ſons of morn, who hymn around my throne,

Or thro’ my ſpacious univerſe diſpenſe 80

The ſov’reign mandates of my righteous will.

Behold my first begotten, and adore

Jesus the God, the Man for ſinners ſlain.

At my right hand he ſits exalted high,

Fall at his feet and worſhip him as me.


And to the ſon he ſaith, Thy throne, O God

Endures for ever, thy right hand ſhall graſp

A righteous ſceptre thro’ eternity;

And rule with ſov’reign ſway; (thy native right)

Thy boundleſs empire which thine hands have formd’.

Thus from his throne, th’ Almighty Father ſpake.90

The ſov’reign voice kindled new joy in heav’n—

Low at his feet they bow; the concave rung

With hallelujahs, voices jubilant

Proclaim the honours of the ſlaughter’d Lamb.95

A God incarnate! let the heav’ns rejoice!

A God incarnate! let the earth be glad!

Reigns o’er the heavens and earth, the ranſom’d throng,

And hoſts angelic hymn his ſacred name

With burſts of loud applauſe.—Thee too they ſing

Almighty Father, and adore thy grace;100

Father of Jesus Christ, thy firſt elect,

Father, in him, of all the choſen ſeed;

Father of everlaſting love to men.

Nor from the ſong do they disjoin thy name,

Eternal Spirit! Holy Comforter!105

Giver of life, of peace, and heav’nly joy;

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Great Sanctifier of thine Iſrael,

But lowly reverent, at thy feet they fall,

And give due worſhip to a triune God.110

The Almighty Jah! the infinite I am!

A God in cov’nant for the ſons of men.

Celeſtial armies ſing his boundleſs name;

And the redeemed ſwell his triumphs high,

While they aſcribe ſalvation, pow’r and praiſe

And endleſs honours to their Saviour-God.115

While thus the heav’ns adore; come, O my ſoul,

And let thy nobleſt pow’rs awake and ſing:

O catch a ſpark of that celeſtial fire

That animates the concert of the ſkies.120

Thou too art chosen from the ſons of men;

Thou too art purchas’d by the blood of God. Acts xx. 28.

Call’d from the heirs of wrath, by grace divine,

And ſeal’d a daughter and an heir of heav’n.

Come then, my ſoul, and at thy Father’s feet.125

Low in the duſt adore his ſov’reign grace,

And bleſs the wonders of electing love,

That made a Saviour thine, and wrote thy name,

Thy worthleſs name, in Jesu’s book of life.

Jesus, my God, I love thee, and adore!130

O for a heart inflam’d, an heart on fire

With conſtant, pure, ſeraphic love of thee,

Great Lover of my ſoul; who lov’d ſo dear,

That from thy throne of glory, ſtooping low,

To plunge into a boundleſs ſea of grief,135

A boundleſs ſea of wrath divine; to plunge

Into the dreadful jaws of death, and all

The gloomy horrors of the grave, for me.

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He ſtoop’d to conquer.—See the riſing God,

Burſting the iron barriers of the grave;140

Aboliſh’d death expiring at his feet,

And ſatan bound in everlaſting chains,

Led at the glorious Victor’s chariot wheels

Triumphant thro’ the air. My King, my God!

I laud thy triumphs, and adore thy name:145

My great ſalvation Thou! my All in All!

Now high exalted on thy regal ſeat,

Where from eternity thou ſat ſupreme,

The radiant, awful glories of the God

Shine thro’ the milder beauties of the man,150

Bleſſing thy ſaints and angels with full draughts

Of boundleſs pleaſures, and immortal joy.

Thy ſov’reign grace, Spirit divine! I ſing;

Fountain of holineſs, of life and love!

Great glorifier of a Saviour’s name;155

Revealer of the hidden things of God.

Thy new creating voice bade me awake

From nature’s ſleep; the dreadful ſleep of ſin;

To all the joys of light and life divine;

To all the bliſs of immortality!160

Of pardon’d ſin, and fellowſhip with God,

Thro’ the rich ſtreams of a Redeemer’s blood,

Of ſin ſubdu’d, and a triumphant hope

Of the bright glories of eternity.

Come, Holy Comforter! deſcend and dwell165

In my cold heart, warm it with heav’nly fire;

Make it thy temple, tune my ſtamm’ring tongue

To lofty notes of praiſe, ſuch as thy love

Deſerves, O ever bleſſed Trinity,

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One undivided glorious Deity:170

One ſelf-exiſtent and eternal God,

My Father, Saviour, everlaſting Friend.

Let every power of my redeemed ſoul

Be dedicate to thee; let every pulſe

Beat high for thee, and every breath aſpire175

In grateful hallelujahs to my God.

Hark! O my ſoul, what voice is that? what ſounds

Diſcordant break upon mine ear? ’tis harſh

As diſtant thunder;—muttering and low,

Such as magicians uſe, when with dark ſpells180

They raiſe ill ſpirits in the midnight hour.

Liſt! it comes nearer, and embolden’d, ſpeaks

In plainer accents, that my ſtartled ſoul

Can catch its murmurs, and diſtinctly hear

The words of diſcontent that from it flow.185

Is Jesus Christ the ſelf-exiſtent God?

No, I deny it, what blaſphemous tongue

Dares to pronounce him ſo? the wretch who dares

Is an idolater, and robs his God

Of his prime glory.—Jeſus is a man;

A man, in whom perfection dwells, ’tis true,

And holy innocence, but yet a man.

The son of God, as he himſelf declares;

He liv’d our bright example, and he dy’d

Prime martyr to the glorious truths he taught,

Of patience, meekneſs, heav’nly charity.

Correct thy erring ſong then, worſhip God;

Nor let a creature ſhare with him the praiſe.

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What words are theſe! hears’t thou, O sun, a voice

Deny the Deity of thy Creator,

And doſt not hide thy radiant head in clouds?

Doſt thou not feel, O earth, the dreadful ſhock,

And tremble to thy centre?—Fearful awe

Has ſeiz’d my ſpirit, all my pow’rs recoil!

Horror thrillsthro’ my veins, and all aghaſt

I ſtand and look around—Am I awake?205

And is there, in a univerſe of beings,

One who with front of braſs, and vip’rous tongue

Dare thus affront his Maker? Whence this voice?

From heaven it comes not; there in concord ſweet,

The bleſt inhabitants bow at his name;210

And hail him God o’er all, for ever bleſt.

From the dark regions of eternal woe,

Where night and everlaſting horrors reign,

It muſt proceed—yet no! the great arch-fiend,

Satan, the leader of the rebel hoſt,215

And all his millions, know the dignity

Of man’s Redeemer. They can never doubt

Meſſiah’s Godhead, till they ceaſe to be.

Deep rooted memory of what is paſt;

And ſenſe of preſent pain, conſtrains belief.220

Yes! they believe and tremble, for they know

His might, tremble thro’ ev’ry pow’r,

And from the truth of his eternal being,

They know their own eternity of woe.

They felt the pow’r of his omnipotence225

When from the realms of bliſs he drove them down

To utter darkneſs; from his vengeful arm

They fled affrighted, but in vain they fled.

His vengeance follow’d; flames of wrath divine

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Purſu’d their flight, ten thouſand thunders roll’d230

And ſunk them low in horrors infinite.

And long ſince that, has ſatan and his crew

Of ſpirits accurſed, felt the potent arm

Of man’s Redeemer, when in human fleſh

Array’d, they from his preſence fled with ſpeed,235

Obey’d his awful mandate, fear’d his frown,

And trembled thro’ their being at his name.

Not leſs Almighty, when a man of grief,

Than when enthron’d between the cherubim.

But chiefly then, when burſting from the grave240

The riſing God triumphant over death,

Trampled beneath his feet the powr’s of hell,

Then vanquiſh’d Satan felt a ſecond fall;

His empire to its deep foundations ſhook,

New terrors, like a flood, o’erwhelm’d his heart;245

New blaſphemies employ’d his horrid tongue.

The fierce, the proud blaſphemer ſhakes his chain

In all the rage and madneſs of deſpair,

Yet owns the mighty arm that binds him down

In everlaſting horrors, feels and owns250

Jeſus the Conquerer; the God he hates.

Nor is there in the dark abhorred pit

One hapleſs, ruin’d ſoul! who doubts this truth.

Eternity ſweeps unbelief away.

There’s no deception there; the truth they know.255

O fearful knowledge, by experience learn’d,

In the black realms of endleſs miſery,

They ſee the truth, but by the dreadful light

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Of Tophet’s flames; O horrible! to know

When knowledge ſinks the deeper in deſpair.260

If heav’nly hoſts unite to raiſe on high

The lofty honours of the Saviour-God:

If in the world beneath, he reigns in wrath,

And all its millions feel his Deity;

’Tis here alone exiſts the man who dares265

Boldly deny his ſov’reign dignity.

And is it thou, Lothario? come thou man

Of reason and philosophy, come bring

Thy pow’rful reaſons, potent arguments,

Summon thy depth of thought, for thou art wiſe.270

More wiſe than Angels, yet more ignorant

(O ſhame to thee) than Devils. Come and bring

Thy ſtrong objections; come, Goliath like

In tenfold armour clad.—I come to thee

In the great name and ſtrength of him whom thou275

Defieſt; Jesus, my God,—ſay’ſt thou that I

Blaſpheme, and with preſumptuous boldneſs rob

Th’ eternal Father of his ſacred right,

In paying to the Son honours divine?

The charge is falſe and groundleſs; I adore280

A triune Deity with equal Praiſe.

When low before the Lamb who died, I bow,

And hail him as Jehovah, God of Hoſts,

’Tis in obedience to the Father’s will;

’Tis in obedience to the Father’s voice.285

Hear the great mandate, hear and tremble thou,

Who B6r 13

Who dares’t rebel againſt the grand decree?

Let all the Angels of God worship him.

What! does th’ eternal Father call his hoſts,

Celeſtial ſpirits that ſurround his throne,290

Before a creature’s footſtool to fall down,

And pay their adorations to a man?

Has he not ſaid, he’ll not divide his praiſe,

Nor give his glory to another?—Say

Thou learned in the ſcriptures, has he not295

In thunders made his ſov’reign pleaſure known,

That no created thing in heav’n or earth

Shall ſtand his rival, or his honours ſhare.

And has he chang’d his mind?—Can the great God

Say and unſay! forbid idolatry300

In terms direct, command idolatry

In terms direct, and bid his winged ſaints,

The holy miniſters that round him wait

Worſhip an idol and adore a man?

O no! he is of one eternal mind,305

And changeth not; yet ſuch the Deity

Lothario worſhips; One who bids to-day

What he unbids to-morrow; who could truſt

A ſoul with ſuch a fluctuating God?

If the Redeemer be no more than man,310

Or if he lives and ſhines a demy-God,

The firſt of creatures, he’s a creature ſtill,

If to another he his being owe

Derivative, he cannot be ſupreme,

If not ſupreme, no adoration due.315

But B6v 14

But if ador’d, an idol, yet ſaith God

Confounded be all they that idols ſerve, Pſal. xcvii.

But bow my Angels at Immanuel’s feet, Heb. i.

And worſhip him as Me, with equal zeal.

He whoſe devouring breath, like ſtreams of fire320

Idols and idol-makers ſhall conſume;

Bids us adore the Son, and kiſs his feet

In low proſtration, why? becauſe in him

Two natures join, a human and divine.

A Man, a Son, he is, and yet a God.325

The ſelf-exiſting and eternal Jah!

One eſſence with the Father; we may bow

And ſafely worſhip at Immanuel’s feet;

For he is God with us, we may draw near

And pay our humble adorations there,330

Upon the high authority of heav’n;

A warrant ſign’d by God the Father’s hand;

And ſeal’d with the great ſignet of the ſkies.

Unto the Son he ſaith,

Thy throne, O God,

For ever muſt endure, thy ſceptre ſtill, 335

Shall rule o’er heav’n and earth with boundleſs ſway,

They are the work of thine Almighty hand;

They ſhall expire; but thou ſhalt yet remain

Triumphant in thine own eternity.

Hear’ſt thou, Lothario, what the voice divine340

Teſtifies of the Savior’s dignity?

Behold the ſtarry glories of the ſkies;

The ſplendid king of day, and that bright moon,

Whoſe B7r 15

Whoſe milder beams illuminate the night:

Behold the earth, clad in the gay attire345

Of roſeate Summer, when the grove-crown’d hills

Rejoice, and humbler vallies laugh and ſing.

Exalt thy view above th’ etherial ſky.

Behold the wing’d inhabitants who dwell

In happy fields beyond—the ſons of morn;350

Grand intellectual eſſences—from thence,

Look downward, thro’ the vaſt, the various tribes

Of beings numberleſs, that float in air,

That walk the earth, and waſh their ſcaly coats

In limpid ſtreams, and ocean’s briny wave.355

All theſe, the creatures of Immanuel’s hand,

To being by his mighty fiat call’d,

Live on his bounty; own him Lord of all,

And with a ſolemn glorious voice proclaim

The mighty builder of a univerſe,360

So grand, ſo good, ſo eminently fair,

Can be no leſs a being than a God;

The uncreated, ſelf-exiſtent God.

Do the whole race of creatures owe their birth

To the Redeemer’s pow’r, and on his will365

Depends their being? then Lothario breaths

The breath he gave him, that immortal ſoul,

With all its reas’ning powr’s, thy boaſt, thy pride;

The wond’rous caſket where that jewel dwells,

Form’d by his great creating hand, upheld370

By conſtant emanations of his pow’r;

Witneſs th’ important truth, that he to whom

Creation owes her being, muſt himſelf

Be uncreate, eternal and ſupreme.

Who’s B7v 16

Who’s then the thief Lothario, thou or I?375

Say, who’s the wretch who robs his God of praiſe?

I bow before my Maker’s awful throne;

Aſcribe to him eſſential Deity,

And join angelic hoſts to worſhip him,

In due obedience to the high command380

Of the eternal Father, Thou more bold,

Dar’ſt to ſtand forth, and in the face of heav’n,

Undeify thy Maker, ſpurn the law

To angels given by th’ eternal King,

Charge the immutable and changeleſs God385

With mutability; the God whoſe heart

Abhors idolatry, with ſetting up

Of idol worſhip.—I the charge return

Of blaſphemy and treaſon on thyſelf;

I am a loyal ſubject to the king390

Inviſible, immortal, ever bleſt.

But thou’rt a traitor of the blackeſt kind,

A rebel of the deepeſt, darkeſt dye;

A vile ingrate, who breathes his Maker’s air,

Who lives upon the bounties of his hand;395

And tells him he is not a Deity.

If to rebel againſt the great decree

Of heaven’s Almighty, be to honour him,

To contradict his ſov’reign voice, and mar

His bright perfections, be to glorify400

The God you worſhip, then Lothario gives

Abundant glory to his Deity.

When diſobedience for obedience ſtands;

And contumacy proves our loyalty,

Then will th’ eternal Father’s ſmile approve405

Lothario’s C1r 17

Lothario’s worſhip, and accept his zeal.

Till then, his frown the rebel muſt purſue,

And his ſtrong arm avenge the bold affront. Compare Exodus xx. 3, 4. with Pſal. xcvii. 7. and Heb. i. 6. Here we find the infinite Jehovah claiming to himſelf the honours of divine worſhip as his own peculiar right, and forbidding the adoration of any creature whatever, in heaven or earth, in the moſt direct terms, and yet laying as direct and poſitive an injunction upon the moſt exalted of his creatures to pay that very worſhip to the Lord Jesus Christ. Worſhip Him, all ye gods, ſaith the eternal Father: the apoſtle Paul informs us this glorious Him is no other perſon than the Lord Jesus Christ; conſequently he is the ſelf-exiſtent God; for if we ſuppoſe him a mere man, with the Socinian, or a demigod, with the Arian, yet we muſt ſuppoſe him to be a Creature, and then God the Father in commanding him to be worſhipped, commands that very act of idolatry which he hath himſelf ſo expreſsly forbidden; but this ſuppoſition is abſurd to an extreme, and full of blaſphemy; it is highly derogatory to the divine perfections, and very unworthy of the Deity. But if the Lord Jesus Christ poſſeſſes two natures in one perſon, not only the Human, in its higheſt degree of perfection, but alſo a divine, co-equal, co-eternal, co essential with the Father and Holy Spirit, poſſeſſing his being in, and of Himself alone, which is the truth, then there is the higheſt propriety in this command for the angels to worſhip him; and it does not claſh in the leaſt with the firſt and ſecond commandments, becauſe he is in unity of eſſence with the Father, and the Holy Ghost; that very Jehovah who forbids idol worſhip, and claims all the adoration of his creatures as his own peculiar right.—In commmanding divine worſhip to be paid to the Redeemer, and in aſcribing the great work of creation to him, which can be the production of no leſs a being than an infinite God; and therefore ſays the Apoſtle, He that built all things is God, Heb. iii. 4. God the Father gives the ſtrongeſt teſti- teſtimony poſſible to the Divinity of the Lord Jesus Christ; and whoever dares to reject that teſtimony, does it at the peril of their ſouls: and though they who do, vainly ſuppoſe they are doing him honour; yet the truth is, they cannot offer him a more inſolent, daring and aggravated affront: they give him the lie to his face; they rob him of his brigheſt perfections, and add to the ſin of diſobedience, that of high treaſon againſt the glorious Redeemer, the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords whom God the Father’s ſoul delighteth to honour.

To fix the crown upon Messiah’s head;

To prove the Savior’s character divine,410

C The C1v 18

The holy Ghoſt, Spirit of truth, appears

A witneſs inconteſtible, and gives

The cleareſt evidence, ſo bright, ſo full,

So big with demonſtration, that to doubt,

Argues the proud, perverſe, rebellious heart,415

More than the ſable ſhades of ignorance

Clouding the mind.—See a bright train ariſe

Of prophets and apoſtles; proof on proof,

Eſtabliſhing this grand and glorious truth,

That Jesus is Jehovah! God ſupreme.420

They ſung his name Immanuel, God with us,

God in our nature, manifeſt in fleſh. Iſaiah vii. 14.

The Lord of Hosts himself, Iſaiah viii. 13. I Peter ii. 8. the mighty God;

The Father of eternity, the prince

Of peace divine, who made it with his blood.425

Whoſe going forth in wiſdom, pow’r and love,

Hath been from everlaſting; and ſhall be

While everlaſting ages roll along. Micah v. 2.

Though a meek babe in humble Bethlehem

In time he condeſcended to be born,430

And in one glorious perſon made to meet

Two diſtinct natures, human and divine.

In lofty ſtrains, the raptur’d prophets ſing

The native honours of the Savior God.

Hail C2r 19

Hail him Jehovah, and exalt his throne435535

All thrones above; yet with ſweet voice proclaim

His love and mercy to his ranſom’d church,

Her Maker, Huſband, everlaſting Friend;

And O ſweet name, The Lord her righteousness Jeremiah xxiii. 6,

The Lord her ſtrength, he who alone can be440

A juſt Jehovah, yet a Saviour-God. Iſaiah xlv. 21.

God over all, Rom. ix. t. the only Potentate,

The only wiſe, who in himſelf alone

Hath immortality. 2 Tim. vi. 15, 16. Th’ eſſential word, John i. 6.

Who tabernacled in a houſe of clay445

Man amongſt men, yet in whoſe perſon ſhines

The brightneſs of the Father’s glory forth,

In beams ſo radiant, that no mortal eye

Can bear the ſplendors.—In our Jesus dwell

The full perfections of the Deity.450

Girt with Omnipotence, he rules o’er all.

While his Omniscient eye beholds the night

Shine as the Day, and tenfold darkneſs blaze

In all the gilded beams of noon.—He fills

Unbounded ſpace; and in ſupreme degree,455

Poſſeſſes all the attributes divine.

The incommunicable names and things

Of heaven’s Jehovah. Has Lothario heard

Theſe faithful witneſſes in concord ſweet,

Record the native dignity of him460

Who died on calvary? has he not ſeen

Them bow the humble knee before his throne,

And as his heralds, ſound from pole to pole

The glories of the great redeeming God?

C2 While C2v 20

While yet their meſſage is not theirs, but his465

Who ſent them forth. Th’ eternal Spirit ſpeaks

By prophets and apoſtles to mankind,

And ſets his royal ſeal, the ſeal of heav’n

To this grand truth, that Jesus Son of God,

Is the eternal ſelf-exiſtent Jah.470

The great first cause; to whom creation owes

Her birth and being; by his potent voice

Call’d from the womb of chaos and upheld

T’ exalt the glories of its maker God.

What ſays Lothario to this evidence?475

Is it not valid, pointed, ſtrong and clear,

Deciſive, and ſufficient to repel

The ſubtile arguments of unbelief;

Is not this witness, worthy to be heard?

Worthy of credit? Can’ſt thou aught object480

T’ invalidate the evidence he gives?

Has he e’er err’d, or brought a falſe report?

No, he’s the God of Truth, that cannot lie;

Then why believe him not? with voice divine

He teſtifies of Jesus; and to him485

Aſcribes the names, the glorious characters

And grand perfections of the Deity.

This is the teſtimony of a God;

But lo! Lothario riſes from the duſt,

A creature of a day; a worm of earth,490

And ſtrong in all the might of reaſon’s pow’r,

Denies the grand aſſertion.—Say, O man

Profoundly wiſe, who muſt the liar be

In this great conteſt, is it earth or heav’n?

Lothario, or his God? ſhame fluſh the cheek,495

And harrow up the rebel ſoul who dares

Impute C3r 21

Impute ſuch infamy to his Creator.

No! juſt and true art thou, Almighty king;

A God of truth, without iniquity.

’Tis the proud reas’ning inſect of the earth;

The mite drop’d down from the Creator’s hand500

Deep in the boſom of his univerſe,

Leſs in his ſight than is the graſs-hopper. Iſaiah xl. 15, 17, 22.

Who darkens council, and with erring tongue

And ſtubborn heart, rejects the voice of heav’n,

Becauſe his finite nature cannot graſp505

The nature of the infinite I am;

His purblind reaſon cannot comprehend

The great, the grand Incomprehensible.

Behold the Son of Man in robes of light,510

Walking amidſt the golden candleſticks.

Celeſtial ſplendors ſhine around his head.

Girt with omnipotence; his flaming eye

Darts lightnings round; piercing the heights of heav’n,

The depths of hell, the gloomy ſhades of death,

And deepeſt receſs of the human heart.515

Like poliſh’d braſs his feet; ſo firm he ſtands

In all th’ immutability of God.

His hand ſupports the ſtars, and from his lips

A two-edg’d ſword proceeds, pointed and keen520

To ſlay his enemies; bright with the rays

Shot from vindictive juſtice burning eye,

While as the ſun in his meredian ſtrength

His count’nance ſhines in majeſty divine.

Sublime his voice, more awful than the ſound525

Of many waters in tumultuous roar.

C3 Let C3v 22

Let heav’n and earth attend, Meſſiah ſpeaks,

And with ſolemnity beyond compare,

Declares his grand eſſential dignity.

I am the first, the last, the great I am. 530

The Alpha and Omega. Lord of All.

Supreme eternal ages paſt, I reign

Thro’ time, and ſhall extend my potent ſway,

While everlaſting ages roll along.

Th’ Almighty, who was dead, but live again, 535

And live for ever: Lo! my hands contain

The adamantine keys of hell and death.

One with the eternal FatherFather ever bleſt;

In all the grand eſſential dignities

And independance of the Deity. 540

My name is King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.

On my white horſe I ride triumphant forth,

Conqu’ring, to conquer all my enemies,

By the vindictive terrors of my hand;

Or the ſweet ſceptre of victorious love. 545

Great Shepherd of my ſheep, with my ſtrong arm

I ſnatch them from the jaws of death and hell.

And from the eaſt and weſt; from north and ſouth

Gather my Lambs with condeſcending grace,

And in my gentle boſom foſter them, 550

With all the kind compaſſions of a God;

Yet on my great white throne I ſhall appear,

My throne of judgment, from before my face

The heav’ns and earth ſhall flee, my voice ſhall ſhake

Hell from its deep foundations;—ſhall unlooſe 555

The bands of death, and call his pris’ners up

To hear their final ſentence from my mouth,

To own my great determinations juſt,

And C4r 23

And feel and know that God is judge himſelf,

The mighty God, Jehovah: then to me 560

All knees ſhall bow, and ev’ry tongue confeſs

That I am Lord, to God the Father’s praiſe.

He loves the Son, and to his hand commits

All judgment, that his creatures may adore,

And equal homage, equal honours pay 565

As to the Father: He that honours me,

Honours the Father; he that diſobeys,

Shall feel the vengeance of a triune God.

The ſinner who believes not that I am,

Dies in his ſins, ſinks to the depths of hell, 570

To endleſs night and everlaſting fire.

While in my kingdom, ſhall my ſaints rejoice,

And ſee in their Redeemer’s perſon ſhine

The fulneſs of unclouded Deity.

Thus ſpeaks the lips of truth, can doubt ariſe575

Againſt a teſtimony ſo divine!

’Tis written in the mouth of two or three

Whoſe witneſs harmonize, ſhall ev’ry word

Eſtabliſhed, in public credit, ſtand,

Nor ſcrup’lous unbelief dare wag her tongue.580

Here then, Lothario, is th’ eternal three,

The undivided God, in eſſence one,

Bearing united evidence to prove

The native grandeur of the ſinner’s friend;

The babe at Bethlehem; the man who groan’d585

In ſad Gethsemane, who bled and died

A ſacrifice for ſin on calvary.

The God whoſe arm ſupports a univerſe;

The king ſupreme who reigns o’er earth and heav’n,

C4 And C4v 24

And ſtretches forth his empire over hell.590

Jehovah Jesus, bright with all the rays

Of the eternal Father’s majeſty,

His own eſſential, independant right.

And is Lothario deaf to all the proof

A God can give of his divinity?595

And is Lothario blind to all the beams

Of light divine that revelation pours

On the grand myſtery of Godlineſs?

How would Lothario ſmile, ſhould he behold

An idiot, ſhutting out the light of day,600

Refuſing the bright glories of the Sun

To chear him with a taper’s feeble beam.

Yet ſuch thy folly, O thou man of parts!

Deep read in science, nurtur’d in the ſchools

Of lit’rature, thou with matureſt thought,605

Rejects the glorious beams of light divine,

Th’ unerring teſtimony of a God;

To walk by the falſe glimm’ring of thine own

Depraved, beclouded reason. Reason cries,

Right reason, reason ſanctified by grace,610

Cries with loud voice, Sinner obey thy God,

Receive his mandates, and believe his word.

’Tis reason’s triumph to fall lowly down,

And bow to revelation’s grand diſplay

Of ſacred truth; and where its pow’rs o’ercome615

By ſplendors all divine, muſt ſink and fail;

Believe and acquieſce with humble awe,

Silent, adore the heights it cannot climb,

Aſcribing truth and wisdom to its God.

Does C5r 25

Does the Redeemer to himſelf aſſume620

All the grand titles due to Deity,

And is he not the Deity ſupreme?

Is he a virtuous, high exalted man,

Humble and lowly while he dwelt below,

Now ruling all things by deputed pow’r?625

Where is his virtue, if he utter lies?

Where is his goodneſs, if he can deceive?

Where’s his humility if he preſume

To arrogate the ſtile of Deity?

The glorious characters, and awful names630

Of heaven’s Jehovah, this were blaſphemy;

Pride, horrid pride; no virtuous holy man

Dare ſo preſume, t’would ſtamp his character

The worſt of beings: Can Lothario’s faith

Commit his ſoul to ſuch a Savior’s hands?635

Nay, be conſiſtent; if he be not God,

As he aſſerts, ſay not he is a man

Poſſeſt of every virtue, good and great.

Reject him as a cheat, impoſter vile;

Commit thy erring bible to the flames,640

And ſeek ſalvation by ſome other way

Than that reveals; that knows no other name

Than Jesus Christ, the ever-living God.

Say he is holy, then his word is true;

For truth and holineſs can never part;645

If true his word, the titles he aſſumes,

The glorious attributes he calls his own

Muſt be his native right.—Grant this—He ſhines

In the full ſplendors of the Deity,

The uncreate, the ever bleſt I am.650

No cheat, no impoſter, but the great God.

The C5v 26

The righteous Judge, who comes in flaming fire,

To pour his wrath upon his enemies.

O may Lothario, by his grace ſubdu’d

Fall at his feet in time, and kiſs the Son,655

That when that day arrive, he may appear

The God of his ſalvation; angels then

Shall tune their golden harps, and ſweetly ſing

The Prodigal reſtored to life and peace,

Their Maſter honoured and a ſinner ſav’d;660

And while joy echoes thro’ the courts of heav’n,

The diſtant earth ſhall catch the pleaſing ſound,

Saints ſhall delight to hear the news, to ſee

Triumphant truth prevail, and error fall,

Jesus exalted, and Lothario bleſt. It was appointed by the Moſaic law that in the mouth of two or three witneſſes every word ſhould be eſtabliſhed—now if the witneſs of men is to be received, as to the things of men, the witneſs of God is greater, and certainly ought to be received as to the things of God. There are Three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Spirit, and theſe Three not only are One in eſſence, but bear one united teſtimony of the Divinity of the Lord Jesus Christ. The declarations of God the Father upon this grand ſubject are noticed in the former note. The witneſs of the Holy Spirit runs throughout the ſcriptures of the old and new teſtament. Both prophets and apoſtles proclaim this illuſtrious truth, and the Redeemer who aſſumes to himſelf the character of eſſential truth, John xiv. 6. aſſumes to himſelf alſo all the other characters, perfections and titles which peculiarly belong to the Deity.—One of the grand characteriſtics of Jehovah, is that of being the ſearcher of the heart, and the trier of the reins of the children of men, I Kings viii. 39. Then hear thou in heaven thy dwelling place: and forgive, and do, and give to every man according to his work, whoſe heart thou knoweſt; for thou, even thou only, knoweſt the hearts of all the children of men. Pſalm vii.9. For the righteous God trieth the heart and reins, Jer. xi. 20 O Lord of hoſts that judgeſt righteouſly, that trieſt the reins and the heart, ibid xvii. 10 I the Lord ſearch the heart, I try the reins. Now the the Lord Jesus ſpeaking of himſelf, directly aſſumes this character. Rev. ii. 23. And all the churches ſhall know that I am he which ſearcheth the reins and heart, and I will give unto every one of you according to your works. John ii. 24, 25. He knew all men, and needed not that any ſhould teſtify of man, for he knew what was in man.—Ezek. xxxiv. 11, 12. The infinite Jehovah condeſcends to take upon him the character of the great and true Shepherd of Iſrael; for thus ſaith the Lord God, Behold I, even I, will both ſearch my ſheep and ſeek them out, as a ſhepherd ſeeketh out his flock. Iſaiah xl. 10, 11. Behold the Lord God will come with ſtrong hand, and his arm ſhall rule for him; behold his reward is with him, and his work before him, he ſhall feed his flock like a ſhepherd. The Lord Jesus aſſumes this character, John x. 17. I am the good ſhepherd. I Peter ii. 25. For ye were as ſheep going aſtray, but ye are now returned unto the ſhepherd and biſhop of your ſouls. Heb. xviii. 20.xiii. 20. Now the God of peace that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great ſhepherd of the ſheep.—The ſupreme government of heaven and earth is aſcribed to the Deity. Pſal. xlvii. 2, 7. For the Lord moſt high is terrible, he is a great king over all the earth, for God is the king of all the earth. But this is aſcribed to the Lord Jesus, Rev. xix. 16. as his proper name and title, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. The final judgment of all men, is a work for which none but the Deity can be competent; it is therefore aſcribed unto him, Pſal. 1. I, 3, 4, 5, 6. The mighty God even the Lord, hath ſpoken and called the earth from the riſing of the ſun, unto the going down thereof: our God ſhall come, and ſhall not keep ſilence, a fire ſhall devour before him, and it ſhall be very tempeſtuous round about him; he ſhall call to the heavens from above, and to the earth, that he may judge his people, and the heavens ſhall declare his righteouſneſs, for God is judge himself. But the new teſtament declares that grand work will be performed by the Lord Jesus Christ, See Matt. xxv. John v. 22, 23. For the Father judgeth no man, but hath committed all judgment unto the Son, that all men ſhould honour the Son, even as they honour the Father; he that honoureth not the Son, honoureth not the Father which hath hath ſent him. Now none can be competent to be the judge of men and angels, but he who is the infinitely righteous, omniſcient, omnipreſent, omnipotent God. But the Lord Jesus Christ will be the judge of men and angels, conſequently he is the infinitely righteous, omniſcient, omnipreſent, omnipotent God.—Iſaiah viii. 13, 14. ſanctify the Lord of hoſts himſelf, and let him be your fear, and let him be your dread, and he ſhall be for a ſanctuary, but for a ſtone of ſtumbling and for a rock of offence to both houſes of Iſrael. Compare this with Rom. ix. 32, 33. For they stumbled at that stumbling- stone, as it is written, Behold I lay in Zion a ſtumbling-stone and... rock of offence, and whoſoever believeth in him, ſhall not be aſhamed. Here it is very evident that the Lord Jesus Christ is intended, but Iſaiah ſtiles this very perſon the Lord of Hosts Himself. Conſequently the Lord Jesus is the Lord of hoſts himſelf, which is the grand and moſt ſublime characteriſtic of the Deity, and which none but the ſelfexiſtent Deity can poſſibly ſuſtain. If we attend to the teſtimony the Lord Jesus bears of himself, we ſhall find that he aſſumes the moſt eſſential attributes of the Godhead in the plaineſt and moſt unequivocal manner poſſible. Rev. i. 8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, ſaith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty. ver. 17 I am the firſt and the laſt. John viii. 24 If ye believe not that I am, ye ſhall die in your ſins. ver. 58. Before Abraham was, I am. Compare this with Iſaiah xli. 4. I the Lord the firſt, and with the laſt, I am he. ibid xliii. II. I, even I, am the Lord, and beſide me there is no Saviour. ibid xliv. 6.— Thus ſaith the Lord, the king of Iſrael, and his Redeemer the Lord of hoſts, I am the firſt, and I am the laſt, and beſides me there is no God. I and my Father are one, John x. It is impoſſible for the word of God to be more clear and explicit upon this ſubject than it is; how dark and benighted muſt that underſtanding be, that cannot ſee this grand truth? how rebellious muſt that heart be that does ſee, but will not receive it, and which proudly and obſtinately dares to reject and diſbelieve the teſtimony of a triune God? Vain man would be wiſe, though he is born like a a wild aſs’s colt, Job. But that wiſdom is fooliſhneſs to an extreme that would exalt itſelf above the wiſdom of God: it is the higheſt point of wiſdom, and the nobleſt triumph of reaſon, to bow with acquieſcence, humble faith, and holy delight to divine revelation, and thereby to honour the infinite wiſdom and veracity of Jehovah. 665

Let C6r 27

Let us by truth and contemplation led,

From modern ſcenes, and European climes

Retire; and thro’ the fields of Palestine;

Imperial Salem, and the flow’ry vale

Of C6v 28

Of Olivet, attend the Savior God.670

See him a man, in humble plain attire,

Deſpis’d, rejected by the ſons of men,

Though from his lips all gracious accents flow,

And heav’nly wiſdom ſits upon his tongue.

Though C7r 29

Though his kind heart and lib’ral hand diffuſe675

Ten thouſand all-important bleſſings round.

Aſtoniſh’d multitudes about him preſs.

And from his rich magnificence recive

Supplies as various as their wants require;

For thro’ the veil of fleſh, that deep diſguiſe,680

The glories of a God illuſtrious ſhine.

In acts of matchleſs pow’r, confound his foes,

And prove him the Jehovah infinite.

See univerſal nature own her Lord,

Wait with obſequious duty his command,685

And ſwift obedience to his mandate pay.

The bluſhing water owns the preſent God,

And reddens into wine! th’ obedient bread,

A ſcanty pittance, ſcarce enough to feed

A little band of hungry appetites,690

See it enlarge, encreaſe and multiply,

And dine its thouſands with ſufficient food,

While more remains than firſt the table ſpread.

Th’ aſtoniſh’d thouſands, wond’ring ſtand and ſhout

Jesus the prophet and the Christ of God!695

What crouds are theſe that compaſs him around,

And preſs to touch his ſeamleſs garment’s hem!

Children of miſery, a ghaſtly train,

Num’rous as fallen leaves that ſtrew the ground

Before C7v 30

Before the autumnal breeze; emaciate, pale70700

With pining ſickneſs ſome, and ſore diſeaſe;

Some on the rack of agonizing pain

From ſtone, and ſharp acute diſorder bred;

Some ſcorch’d with burning fevers, in whoſe veins

Death flows triumphant in the purple flood,705

And wild delirium revels in the brain.

Demoniac ſome, whoſe wretched carcaſes

Are made the dwelling of infernal fiends,

Toſt at their pleaſure in the briny wave,

Or raging fire, loſt to humanity710

By ſtrange diſtraction hurried to and fro;

No bands can hold them, nor no chains confine.

The mourners who with cover’d lips exclaim

Unclean, unclean, (ſymbolical of thoſe

Who groan beneath the leproſy of ſin.)715

Forbid the joys of ſweet ſociety,

Doom’d to perpetual ſolitude and woe.—

The blind whoſe eye-balls ne’er beheld the day,

Ne’er ſaw the light, whoſe balmy bleſſings cheer

The heart unchear’d by any joy beſide.720

The lame, whoſe feet have never trod the earth,

Chain’d by contracted limbs to one abode,

The deaf, the dumb, ſad ſtrangers to the ſweets

Of ſounds and ſpeech, condemn’d to pine away

In ſilence while the circling years roll on.725

Theſe, and a thouſand more ſad objects come

And throng around where’er the Savior goes,

How eagerly they preſs to come in view;

How their hearts throb with anxious ſtrong deſire

T’ attract his notice, and obtain a cure!730

While their united voice and earneſt cries

Humble C8r 31

Humble petitions to his ear addreſs.

He ſpeaks! ’tis done—the mourners ceaſe to groan,

At his Almighty Fiat, pale diſeaſe,

Acute diſorder, all the ghaſtly train,735

Death’s meſſengers, retire, they quit their prey;

Death diſappointed, ſhakes his darts in vain,

And Jesus triumphs, ſov’reign Lord of life.

See ruddy health her chearful bleſſings ſhed,

Glow in each cheek, and ſparkle in each eye:740

Late pale and languid, lepers bleſs the voice

That ſpake them clean, for when the Saviour ſpake

Omnipotence put forth its mighty arm

And heal’d them all.—See! like the bounding roe

The lame man leaps, and runs with nimble feet,745

While his heart dances with extatic joy.

The ſtamm’ring tongue unloos’d, its ſilence breaks,

And its firſt accents learn Immaneul’s praiſe.

The blind no more in ſhades of darkneſs ſit,

A kind Redeemer ſpeaks the gloom away,750

Celeſtial light burſts on th’ aſtoniſh’d eye,

And all is rapture, extacy and praiſe.

Satanic hoſt obey his great command,

And at his bidding quit their wretched prey,

To ſeek for new abodes, their legions fly755

Before his awful frown, leſt his ſtrong arm

Should chain them down ten thouſand fathom deep

In the black gulph, abhorred Tartarous,

While the poor mortals from their pow’r ſet free,

Wake to new life, and ſing deliv’ring grace,760

Fall down and worſhip at Immaneul’s feet,

And bleſs the great incarnate Deity.

Hark! how a thouſand tongues repeat his name.

Hark! C8v 32

Hark! how hoſannahs echo through the air.

From heart to heart tranſporting pleaſure flies,765

And all is wonder, love and praiſe around.

Angels unſeen admire; and tune their ſongs

To ſwell the triumphs of the great God-man.

See a fond father weeping o’er his child;

While mournful relatives ſtand round her bed770

To bid a laſt adieu. The beauteous girl

Expiring lays, pale as the hand of death,

Diſeaſe has done his fatal work, and lo!

The gloomy king, high brandiſhing his dart,

Seizes his lovely prey; life ebbs apace,775

And death victorious folds her in his arms,

And lays the breathleſs victim in the duſt.

But Jesus comes; can his ſtrong arm arreſt

The monſter death, and force him to diſgorge

The ſwallow’d morſel?—Can his pow’rful voice780

Call back the ſoul on angels wings convey’d

Half way to heav’n, again to re-poſſeſs

Its late forſaken clay? Yes, lo! he ſpeaks;

Damſel ariſe. The breathleſs victim breaths,

She wakes, ſhe lives, to life and ſtrength reſtor’d;785

Health volatile flows chearful thro’ her veins,

Glows in her cheek, and ſparkles in her eye;

While joy and wonder, gratitude and love,

Burſts like a flood upon her aged fire,

And heights and depths of bliſs unutt’rable790

Convulſe and agitate the mother’s frame,

Such as a mother’s breaſt alone can feel,

Such as a mother’s tongue cannot deſcribe.

Low D1r 33

Low at the great phyſician’s feet they fall,

Adore his pow’r, and magnify his name.795

Ah! what ſad ſight is this that ſtrikes mine eye,

A mournful train with ſlow and ſolemn pace,

Conducting to his cold mauſoleum

A ſleeping youth. He ſleeps the ſleep of death,

Late, like the bounding hart, his nimble feet800

Tript lightly o’er the hills, and thro’ the plain

His gladd’ning heart beat high with chearful hope,

From the bright proſpect of long years to come,

While vig’rous health and gay vivacity

Inſpir’d his mind, and in his count’nance ſhone;805

But now! a breathleſs corpſe, ſtretch’d on the bier

His active nimble feet forget to move;

No more his heart beats high with chearful hope,

Nor gay vivacity, nor vig’rous health

Play round his vitals and adorn his cheek.810

Cold, pale and ſtiff, he lies; triumphant death

With unrelenting hand, paſs’d by grey hairs,

To pluck the new blown flow’r.—What voice is that

Which ſtrikes mine ear? the voice of deep lament,

And o’ercharg’d ſorrow, utt’ring words of woe,815

And heavy import, O! my ſon, my ſon,

Would God that I had dy’d for thee, my ſon.

Ah! ’tis his mother; let the tender heart

Prepare to ſigh, let ſympathy awake,

And ſhed a gen’rous tear to ſooth her woe,820

His widow’d mother, he her only ſon,

The ſtay and ſtaff of her declining years,

Snatch’d from her arms, to mingle with the duſt:

D No D1v 34

No more his pleaſing voice ſhall ſooth her care,

His kind affection watch to miniſter825

In acts of duteous love to all her need.

Fondly ſhe entertain’d deluſive hope

His gentle hand would cloſe her dying lids,

And to the ſilent tomb commit her duſt;

But heav’n ſubſcrib’d not to the vain deſire.830

See from her eyes ſad floods of ſorrow fall

She droops, ſhe faints! O let ſome pitying friend

Support her ſinking frame: All-gracious heav’n,

Smile on the mourner, bid thy comforts flow;

O calm the ſtormy paſſions of her ſoul,835

Breathe ſweet ſubmiſſion to thy ſov’reign will,

Thro’ all her pow’rs.—Lo! the Redeemer comes:

Thou good phyſician, can thy ſov’reign ſkill

Bring health and cure to this diſtracted mind?

Can’ſt thou ſalubrious balms apply, and find840

A medicine for ſuch a wound as this?—

Lo! he draws near; he views the mournful train,

He know the ſighing mother’s bleeding heart;

All the ſoft feelings of humanity

Glow in his gentle breaſt, and melt him down845

To kind concern, and tend’reſt ſympathy:

Sweet pity ſparkles in his gracious eye,

And all the rich compaſſions of a God

Divinely move to bid her ſorrows ceaſe.

Nor do her griefs riſe higher for her ſon,850

Than Jesu’s ſtrong compaſſions riſe for her.

Woman, weep not, the dear Redemer ſaith:

Then with a gentle, yet Almighty voice,

He bids the dead ariſe; the dead obeys,

Starts into life at the divine command;855

Riſes D2r 35

Riſes in all the active ſtrength of youth,

Springs from the uſeleſs bier, and at the feet

Of his Reſtorer, hails his ſacred name.

See the kind Savior haſtes to give him back

To his aſtoniſh’d parent’s fond embrace.860

Her tears no longer flow, her throbbing breaſt

No longer ſwells with agonizing woe,

Amazement and delight entrance her ſoul,

And wrapt in mute aſtoniſhment ſhe ſtands!

Beholds her ſon, beholds her heav’nly friend,865

And joy and gratitude divide her pow’rs.

Surrounding multitudes admire the deed;

Surpriſe and wonder fill their minds with awe.

They bleſs the glorious Prophet, and adore

And glorify the God of Iſrael.870

From tribe to tribe the ſplendor of his name

Spreads far and wide, the diſtant provinces

Hear and admire the wonders of his hand,

And throng to ſhare the bleſſings he beſtows.

Where’er we turn, what wonders ſtrike our view!875

Stupendous miracles, height above height,

Grandly ſublime ariſing! With one voice,

As hearalds of the heav’nly King, they ſound

The trumpet of his praiſe, and cry aloud

Behold the God of glory in the Man 880

Whoſe nod controuls creation; at whoſe word,

Diſeaſe, and death, and devils flee aſham’d,

As night retires when radiant Sol appears.

See the belov’d, the friend of Jesus dies!

Again the haughty tyrant of the grave885

D2 Shakes D2v 36

Shakes his victorious dart, and hides it deep

In the kind heart of gentle Lazarus:

But lo! the friend of Jesus ſoars aloft,

He dies—He burſts to better life, and ſings

A ſong of triumph o’er his conqu’ror.890

Smiles at death’s feeble ſhaft, defies his pow’r,

Wrapt in the bliſs of immortality.

See two fair mourners weeping o’er his grave;

In all the ſad ſolemnity of woe,

They mourn a brother; kind endearing name!895

They mourn a friend; O name more ſacred ſtill,

Long interwoven with fraternal love,

Friendſhip had knit their kindred ſouls in one;

But death, relentleſs death, has torn away

Their better part: in vain the gentle voice900

Of conſolation pours her cordials forth,

And tender ſympathy attempts in vain

To ſooth their ſorrows: four times hath the ſun

With riſing ſplendors crown’d this earthly orb;

Four times the moon with milder beams diſperſt905

The gloom of darkneſs, ſince the yawning grave

Receiv’d their much-lov’d brother’s ſleeping clay,

And Jesus lingers:—Oft their wiſhful eyes

Look out in vain to ſee their Lord appear;

Oft their impatient ſighs break forth, and chide910

The dear Redeemer for his long delay:

But lo! he comes—let us attend his ſteps;

He goes with the ſad train to view the grave,

The cold mauſoleum of his Lazarus.

Here ſoft affection kindles to a flame,915

Freſh ſorrows ſpring, and overwhelming woe

Burſts forth in floods of grief: tears, tender tears,

Drown D3r 37

Drown ev’ry face; and with pathetic voice,

Declare how much they lov’d, how much they feel.

Lo! Jesus weeps; aſtoniſh’d angels ſtand920

In ſilent admiration and delight.

Behold! the resurrection and the life,

The mighty Savior lifts his eyes to heav’n;

Then with the voice that call’d creation forth

From the dark womb of chaos and old night;925

That bade celeſtial light with orient beams

Shine on his univerſe: He ſpeaks again,

And, Lazarus come forth, is his command.

Hark! gentle echo on her downy wing

Catches the ſound, and back returns, Come forth.930

Death to the centre of his dark domain

Hears the ſublime command; the ſov’reign voice,

Death, to the centre of his dark domain

Trembles with mighty awe, loth to give up

His vanquiſh’d prey; unable to detain.935

Jesus the Son of man; Jesus the God,

Holds in his hand the adamantine key

That ſhuts and opens his ten thouſand gates,

The locks fly back, he burſts the maſſy bars,

The captive leaves his dreary cave, forſakes940

Worms and corruption, to enjoy the day:

He riſes and comes forth, while angels ſing

The boundleſs glories of the Son of man.

Hark, how the winds, with hollow murmurs riſe;

The heav’ns grown black with clouds, a diſmal gloom945

Spreads o’er the hemiſphere, and ſtrikes diſmay

Upon the ſtouteſt heart, a ſudden flood

Pours from on high, to meet the flood beneath;

D3 And D3v 38

And lo! the ſwelling billows riſe and rage

In battle dangerous, the foaming waves950

Lift their mountainous heads, like the watry alps,

And threat the ſkies, then break with noiſe more dire

Than all the dreadful howls that pierce the woods,

In midnight hours, when wolves voracious proul,

And the fierce lion fattens o’er his prey.955

Amidſt the waves, behold a little bark

Toſt to and fro the ſport of raging winds;

In vain the mariners their ſkill oppoſe,

The mad’ning tempeſt, deaf to all their cries,

Derides their efforts, and with thund’ring roar,960

Threats to entomb it in a watry grave,

And make the deep their vaſt mauſoleum.

And yet how ſafe the little veſſel rides!

Encompaſs’d by the guardian care of heav’n,

She bears the grandeſt freight that ever fail’d965

Upon the hoary boſom of the deep.

A treaſure richer than ten thouſand worlds;

No haughty Cæsar, but the great God-Man.

He ſleeps, amidſt the roar of elements;

The thunders of the ſtorm diſturb him not,970

So ſweet he ſlumbers; but the trembling crew,

His little company, all pale with fear,

Strange conſternation wrote on ev’ry face,

Break his repoſe, with the terrific cry

Of Maſter, Maſter, lo! we periſh all.975

So quick, ſo ready, is his ear to hear

The breathings of his people in diſtreſs,

He wakens in a moment to their aid:

He riſes in ſereneſt majeſty;

Calm and compos’d, he looks upon his friends980

With ſweet complacence, mildly chides their fears;

With D4r 39

With ſolemn ſteps advances to the prow,

And views the ſtorm unmov’d: then with the voice

Divine, the voice that one day ſhall awake

The dead, and call to judgment all the ſons

Of men, he gives the great, the grand command,

Peace,thou proud reſtleſs deep: Ye winds, be still.

’Tis done!—the deep puts on his ſmootheſt face,

With ſofteſt gales, ſee gentle zephyrs play

On the ſmooth ſurface of the azure main,

And all is huſh’d in ſilence and repoſe.

Say now, Lothario, for thy mental eye

Hath ſeen the ſick made whole, the dead ariſe,

The wind and ſeas obey the Savior’s voice,

Is he a creature, man, or demi-god?995

Or is he the ſupreme, eternal Jah?

See, univerſal nature, the whole race

Of beings animate, inanimate await

(His grand attendants) to aſſume what form

His sov’reign pleaſure bids—to be and do1000

Whate’er his will appoints Diſeaſe and death

Of ev’ry kind, in ev’ry ſtage, obeys

His mighty fiat, while his potent voice

Controuls the pow’rs of hell; their legions fly,

And roaring own the holy One of God.1005

The Son of Man came not with borrow’d powr’s;

Nor uſher’d in his mighty miracles

With the grand ſanction of Thus ſaith the Lord

As did his ſervants, but with voice divine,

His own imperial name, and potent arm,1010

In all the fulneſs of Almighty pow’r,

D4 He D4v 40

He rules a boundleſs empire, and controuls

Heav’n, earth and hell, the winds, the ſeas, the dark

Domains of death, and all death’s meſſengers,

And univerſal nature with a nod:1015

A look, a word, ſwifter than ſwifteſt thought,

They haſten to obey his ſov’reign will;

And by their ready, prompt obedience, prove

Their Maſter is Jehovah infinite.

The self-existent, tho’ incarnate-God;1020

An independant Being, who exiſts

And hath his being from himſelf alone. That the divine nature of the Lord Jesus Christ is the Son of God, begotten of the Father from all eternity, or as the Nicene creed expreſſes it, Before all worlds, is a very groſs, abſurd and erroneous, though an almoſt univerſally received opinion; it appears to be one of the grand ſources of Arianiſm and Socinianiſm, and though it is ſanctioned by being adopted by many great men who hate Arianiſm and Socinianiſm with perfect hatred, yet nevertheleſs it is contrary to the ſcriptures, and very derogatory to the glory of God the Redeemer, who either is the self-existent God, or no God at all: if he is ſelf-exiſtent, he cannot be begotten, he cannot derive his exiſtence from God the Father, but from the very neceſſity of his own nature, and is as independant as to his divine nature, of the Father, as the Father, who exiſts by the neceſſity of his nature, is independant of the divine nature of the Son.—The ſcriptures reveal one infinite Jehovah. Hear, O Iſrael, the Lord thy God is one Lord. Deut. vi. 4. And that in the one glorious Jehovah, there exiſts a trinity of divine perſons, co-equal, co-eſſential, co-eternal. The characters of Father, Son and Holy Spirit are not revealed in the ſcriptures to inform us of the nature of the divine Being, but to make known to us the characters and offices which the everbleſſed trinity of perſons in the undivided unity of the God-head are pleaſed to aſſume and ſuſtain in the covenant of grace, and the grand work of redemption which that covenant provided for us men, and for our ſalvation—In almoſt every place in the New Teſtament where the Lord Jesus is ſpoken of as a Son, it evidently relates to his human nature: to inſtance in only a few, That holy thing that ſhall be born of thee thee, ſhall be called the Son of God. Luke i. 35. 10. Alſo Christ glorified not himſelf to be made an high prieſt, but he that ſaid unto him, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee. As he ſaith alſo in another place, Thou art prieſt for ever, after the order of Melchiſedec. Heb. v. 5, 6. It is plain that the Sonſhip here ſpoken of, is connected with the prieſtly office which the Lord Jesus ſuſtained, and it conſequently relates not to his divine nature, but to his human. As God, he is without father, without mother, without deſcent, having neither beginning of days, nor end of life; but made like unto the Son of God (when manifeſted in the fleſh) abideth a prieſt continually. Heb. vii. 3. The expreſſion, like unto, does not mean that he was not really and truly made the Son of God, but that he really was; ſee the ſame expreſſion Phil. ii. 7. Took upon him the form of a ſervant, and was made in the likeness of men; Which implies, that Christ really took upon him the office of a servant, agreeable to Iſaiah xlii. I. Behold my ſervant whom I uphold. And that he really was made a man, the apoſtle Paul applies, the 7th ver. of the 2nd. Pſalm, entirely to the human nature of the Redeemer, Acts xiii. 32, 33. And we declare unto you glad tidings, how that the promiſe which was made unto the fathers, God hath fulfilled the ſame unto us their children in that he hath raiſed up Jesus again. As it is alſo written in the 2nd. Pſalm, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee. And if we advert to the text as it ſtands in the ſecond Pſalm in connection with the 8th verſe, we ſhall find it has nothing to do with the manner of the exiſtence of the divine nature of the Redeemer, but it has to do with him as man and Mediator, as the great King whom God the Father had determined to ſet upon his holy hill of Zion: I will declare the decree; the Lord hath ſaid unto me, Thou art my Son day have I begotten thee: aſk of me, and I will give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermoſt parts of the earth for thy poſſeſſion. This evidently reſpects the grand work of redemption, and was eminently nently nently fulfilled when preſently after the reſurrection and aſcenſion of the Lord Jesus, the goſpel was preached to the gentiles, the Spirit from on high, was poured out upon the heathen world, and thouſands and millions of ſinners in the uttermoſt parts of the earth were turned from dumb idols to ſerve the living God.—There are ſome ſcriptures in which what properly belongs to the divine nature is aſcribed to Christ as the Son, that is as man; and there are other ſcriptures in which what properly belongs to his human nature is aſcribed to his divine, but this is becauſe of the infinitely cloſe union of his two natures in one perſon; but wherever we read of the Son’s poſſeſſing any thing as derivative from the Father, it certainly reſpects his human nature, and not his divine. As man, he poſſeſſes all power, all government, and authority to judge the world at the laſt day, as the gift of the Father; but as Jehovah, they are his own eſſential right. How amazingly abſurd and erroneous alſo, is the idea that the Holy Spirit is the breath of God, breathed by the Father and the Son. It is true that the Lord Jesus breathed upon the Apoſtles, and they received the Holy Ghoſt: it was the way by which the Lord was pleaſed to communicate his Spirit to the Apoſtles at that time; but it by no means indicates the manner of the exiſtence of the Holy Spirit. The ſcriptures reveal a Triune Jehovah, but the manner of his exiſtence is not revealed, but is a myſtery which neither men nor angels can fathom: an infinite underſtanding alone can comprehend an infinite Deity. A God alone can comprehend a God. Young. As to the covenant of grace, and the grand work of redemption, it has pleaſed the ever bleſſed and glorious Trinity to take upon them the names and characters of Father Son, and Holy Ghost; to whom, as to the true God and eternal life, be everlaſting honour and praiſe. Amen.

Behold D5r 41

Behold the Son of Man with ſtately ſtep,

Walks in the ſanctuary, the houſe of pray’r

Appointed for all nations: here the voice1025

Of ſacred joy was wont to fill the air

With glad hoſannahs: here the kneeling ſaint,

Was wont to ſupplicate the aid of heav’n.

Devotion kindled here her pureſt fires,

While D5v 42

While Faith look’d wond’ring round, pleas’d to behold1030

Where’er ſhe turn’d her bright and piercing eye,

The myſtic glories of Immanuel ſhine;

While from his throne between the cherubim

Jehovah ſmil’d, and ſweet communion held

With upright worſhippers. Ah! where are now1035

Thoſe happy days? thoſe upright worſhippers?

Where D6r 43

Where are the ſongs of Zion, and the flames

Of pure devotion now?—the ſtrife of tongues

Aſſaults mine ear? a noiſy din alarms,

Loud as tumultuous waves; confus’d uproar1040

Re-echoes thro’ the hallow’d walks, and fills

With buſy hubbub, and commotion ſtrange,

God’s holy houſe, the ſacred ſeat of peace.

Glory of Salem, how art thou prophan’d!

A den of thieves! an houſe of merchandize!1045

Here money-changers ſit with heaps of Gold,

Here doves abound, ſheep bleat and oxen low;

And men, more brutal ſtill, with clamour rude,

Fearleſs of God and man, practis’d in guile,

Break ev’ry ſacred, ev’ry moral tie:1050

But Jesus comes, and with an awful frown

Of holy indignation looks around;

Take theſe things hence: he cries, behold! they flee.

Guilt turns them pale, terrific horror ſtrikes

Their frighted ſouls, confuſion and diſmay1055

Runs thro’ the crowd; reſiſtleſs they retire,

And like a flock of tim’rous ſheep diſperſe,

And ſeek for ſafety in the ſpeedieſt flight.

But why?—He graſps no flaming thunderbolt,

But a ſmall whip of platted cord,—no crown

Imperial ſits upon his brow, nor robes1060

Of majeſty adorn the mighty King:

No Roman legions follow in his train;

He comes alone, or with a feeble few

Of unarm’d fishermen; yet lo! they fly,1065

As from the ſhoutings of victorious hoſts,

Women and children haſten to retire.

Or D7v 45

Or he were God, or they were leſs than men.

What! leave their flocks, their merchandize, their gold,

Aw’d by the preſence of an unarm’d man?1070

No! they were hardy, fearleſs, ſtout and bold,

And bound by ſtrong attachment to their gains;

Th’ incarnate God put forth a gentle ray

Of his omnipotence, and all their might

Sunk into weakneſs, courage into fear,1075

With ſpeed precipitate they quit the place

At the great mandate of Immanuel.

So when the kingly Lion roars, and walks

The foreſt meaner beaſts retire with awe,

And leave him the ſole monarch of the wood.1080

Who but the Deity with gracious voice

Can ſoftly whiſper in the inmoſt ſoul

Thy ſins are all forgiven. Who but a God

Supreme and infinite, can e’er abſolve

The guilty criminal, can pardon ſins1085

Againſt the awful Majeſty of heav’n?

But Jesus, the Redeemer oft pronounc’d

Th’ amazing word, Thy ſins are all forgiv’n;

The great High Priest, who for his people ſtood

And offer’d for their ſin, and in their name1090

To juſtice infinite a ſacrifice

As infinite as juſtice could demand,

Atonement all divine, and all complete;

To bring tranſgreſſors near a pard’ning God;

To reconcile them to his glorious ſelf,1095

At once th’ offended Deity, the Priest,

And grand atonement for his ranſom’d church.

No creature ſacrifice could put away

The D7r 45

The dark, the deep malignity of ſin.

No creature, can acquit a guilty ſoul,1100

That is the high prerogative of heav’n;

But Jesus ſpeaks the conſolating word;

He pardons ſins, the ſame Almighty voice

That bade the ſick be whole, the dead ariſe,

Says to the mourning ſinner, Ceaſe thy fears, 1105

Thy ſins are blotted out. To creature pow’r,

This is impoſſible, but to the God

Of nature, grace and providence, alike

Are all things eaſy. When Apoſtles ſpake

And Prophets wrought the mighty works of God,1110

’Twas in his glorious name, and by his pow’r;

Thus ſaith the Lord, preceded all they did;

But when Immanuel ſpeaks, ’tis like a God

Eternal, independant and ſupreme,

The sov’reign Master of the univerſe,1115

Lord of the sabbath, Savior of the ſoul,

Cleanſing the body and immortal mind,

With this grand, all-important word, I will.

And is this vaſt diſplay of ſov’reign pow’r,

The glorious witneſs of a triune God,1120

The pattern of redeemed ſaints on earth,

And the bright armies in the world above,

Too impotent to gain Lothario’s ear,

And make a convert of his unbelief?

Cannot celeſtial truth with ſun-like beams1125

Diſperſe the ſhades of error from his mind?

Still ſits proud reaſon umpire in his ſoul?

Vain, ignorant and blind, dare ſhe preſume

To D7v 46

To ſcan infinity, and ſtill reply

’Gainſt the united voice of heav’n and earth?1130

Preſumptuous, dare ſhe yet reject the voice

Of revelation ſacred and divine,

Whereb y Jehovah condeſcends to make

Himſelf and grand deſigns to mortals known?

O folly in extreme! O proof of proofs1135

That man, proud, reas’ning man, is ſunk below

The brute, in blindneſs, ignorance and ſin.

The ox, his feeder knows, the ſtupid aſs

His maſter’s crib, but man, apoſtate man

Denies his God!—Bluſh human nature, bluſh;1140

Aſtoniſh’d angels marvel at the ſight,

Aſtoniſh’d devils ſcorn the wretched fool.

Amidſt the ills of life, the thouſand ills

Entail’d by ſin upon the ſons of men,

Griefs that o’erwhelm the ſoul, flood after flood,1145

And pour confuſion on their brighteſt joys.

Severe affliction, diſappointment ſtrange,

At whoſe dire frown, hope ſickens and expires:

See how Lothario, arm’d with all the pow’rs

That reason and philosophy can give1150

Endures the ſtorm: awhile he ſtands compos’d,

Unmov’d he hears the diſtant thunders roll,

And self-sufficient, meets th’ uplifted ſtroke

With manly courage; but anon, the waves

Indignant roar, the black’ning tempeſt darts1155

A thouſand thunderbolts around his head;

His heart, his ſoul, transfix’d in ſoar amaze,

He ſtands confounded, all his ſtrength of mind,

Abſorb’d D8r 47

Abſorb’d in ſorrows, (like the melting ſnow)

Sinks into weakneſs, or to ſtoic braſs,1160

Hard’ned by oft repeated blows—in vain

He calls his boaſted reason to his aid;

Her ſober voice is drown’d amidſt the roar

Of noiſy paſſion; paſſion holds the reins,

And all is tumult in his anxious mind:1165

Reaſon, too weak to ſound the depths divine,

Too dim to trace the mazy paths, and ſcan

The ſecret, great deſigns of providence,

Affords a poor ſupport; ſhe faints beneath

The mighty weight, and yields the ſceptre up1170

T o diſcontent, proud murm’ring, ſad deſpair;

Black glooms of melancholy overſpreads

His ſoul, nor can philoſophy compoſe

His troubled ſpirit:—diſmal as the night,

Moonleſs and chearleſs, ſee Lothario lean1175

O’er yonder brook, abſorb’d in penſive thought,

He muſes terror, while deſtruction hangs

Like a huge pile of mountains o’er his head,

And threatens by an inſtantaneous fall

To cruſh him into atoms: Lo! the ſhock1180

Too rude for nature’s pow’rs ſweeps him away

Hopeleſs, without a friend, without a God.

Hark! how ſoft echo on her gentle wing

Wafts a ſweet ſong to my enraptur’d ear:

Lift, O my ſoul, ’tis ſolemn and divine.1185

Amidſt a thouſand ſtorms I ſtand,

Guarded by an Almighty hand;

Tho’ D8v 48

Tho’ ſorrows riſe, and thunders roar,

I’m ſtill preſerv’d, I’m ſtill ſecure;

And ſhall, tho’ death and devils frown,1190

Poſſeſs a bright celeſtial crown.

Jesus, my God, I truſt thy power

To make me more than conqu’ror;

On thine omnipotence depend,

My glorious, all-ſufficient friend;1195

Thy ſmiles ſhall chaſe my griefs away,

And turn my darkneſs into day.

Hail! voice well known—’tis Theodoſius ſings,

Long has he ſtruggled with ſurrounding woes:

The fierceſt ſhafts of ſatan, rudeſt frowns1200

Of earth, ſhock after ſhock, wave after wave,

His ſubſtance plunder’d by rapacious hands;

Spoil’d of domeſtic joys by greedy death:

Where’er he turns, affliction meets his view,

And all his ſteps are meaſur’d by the croſs:1205

Yet lo! he ſtands compos’d and placid ſtill,

Unmov’d, unſhaken: tho’ the tempeſt roar,

He riſes ſtill ſuperior to the ſtorm;

Triumphs by faith,; while gentle patience breaths1210

Sweet peace and calm ſerenity within.

His faith built firm on the eternal rock,

Jehovah Jesus, pierces through the cloud

Of preſent things; and ſees all ſafe beyond:

His righteouſneſs, his ſacrifice, his ſtrength

His bliſs, his treaſure, everlaſting all,1215

Concenters in the ever-bleſt God-man:

His joy in ſorrow, life in death; his peace

Amidſt E1r 49

Amidſt the loudeſt thunders of the ſtorm.

No Stoic he—he feels the keen attacks

Of pale-ey’d grief, but when his courage droops,1220

His fainting heart recovers at the ſmile

Of his kind Savior; his ſupporting hand

Upholds, his wiſdom guides, his preſence chears;

And happy Theodosius travels on,

Leaning by faith on his redeeming God;1225

Faint, yet purſuing, ſorrowing, yet with joy:

Oftimes his heart exults in glorious hope

Of that bright crown, eternity preſents,

With all its heav’nly ſplendors to his view.

Behold Orestes on the bed of pain:1230

No ſtorms burſt o’er his head, no rude alarms

Diſturb’d his quiet; while the king of day,

Bright Sol, with forty ſummers crown’d the earth;

Nurs’d in the lap of eaſe, he journey’d on

Secure thro’ life, the calm philosopher,1235

The man of Reaſon: well Orestes knew

The paths of ſcience; how to weigh the air,

Meaſure the ſtars, and circumſcribe the ſun.

Of virtue much he talk’d—Of God and things

Great and abſtruſe; himſelf ſo great, ſo good,1240

So bright his virtues, and ſo rare his parts,

That All -ſufficient in himſelf he ſtood,

Doubtleſs of heav’n—imputed righteouſneſs,

The grand atonement of a Savior’s blood,

The great incarnate Savior, God o’er all:1245

Theſe are the objects of Orestes’s ſcorn,

And folly in his ſight, ſo wiſe is he.

E But E1v 50

But death, terrific king, gloomy as night,

Bends o’er his bed, and with his keeneſt dart,

Aims at his breaſt an unexpected blow:1250

The veil’s withdrawn!—a ſudden burſt of light

Illumes his mind, a ſudden voice more dire

Than the loud craſh of falling mountains, rouſe

His ſlumb’ring ſoul—He wakes to ſleep no more:

Conſcience, deep ſtung by the ne’er dying worm,1255

Loud as ten thouſand thunders, on his ear

Pours her complaints, and to his eye preſents

A long, tremendous ſcroll: within, without,

In plaineſt characters inſcrib’d with sin,

Sin unaton’d, a juſt and jealous God,1260

A dread eternity, a certain hell.

O awful ſight!—In vain with gentle words

The meſſengers of peace attempt to ſooth

The anguiſh of his mind, and ſet in view

The riches of redeeming grace; the heights1265

And depths, the lengths and breadths of love divine,

The blood of Jesus, all-ſufficient blood,

To waſh his crimſon ſoul as white as ſnow;

His righteouſneſs, ſufficient to acquit

The chief of ſinners, who by precious faith1270

Can truſt a ruin’d ſoul on that alone.

His ſtormy paſſions kindle at the name

Of Jesus: No!(with dismal voice he cries)

I cannot look that way; is there no name

But Jesus, that can ſave a ſoul from hell? 1275

I have renounc’d his righteouſneſs, deſpis’d,

And long rejected his atoning blood.

I feel he is a God, the God ſupreme,

But I’ve deny’d his Deity, deny’d

My E2r 51

My Maker: now his wrath awak’d, like ſtreams

Of fire, burns in my ſoul: behold he ſtands

Like a fierce lion ready to devour

And cruſh my bones to atoms.—Muſt I go,

And ſtand before him?—that’s the hell of hells!

Aſham’d, abaſh’d, how ſhall I bear his frown? 1285

Hide me, O earth, and thou profoundeſt deep,

If in creation can be found a ſpot

Which his bright flaming eye cannot pervade,

There let me ſhelter from the dreadful frown

Of that juſt Judge. —He pauſes, horror ſits1290

In ſtrong convulſions on his countenance,

While black deſpair and anguiſh ring his heart:

A ſudden groan alarms attending friends,

He dies—With trembling ſteps they quit his bed,

Silent and ſad, with fearful awe o’erwhelm’d.1295

Not ſo the happy Theodosius dies;

Death comes not like a dreadful enemy

To ſweep him in a whirlwind from the earth;

his ſting’s extracted by the Lord of life,

Who bids him with an angel’s face appear,1300

And ſmiling, gently ſummons him away

From all the ills of time, to the bright realms

Of perfect peace, and ſweet celeſtial day.

In his calm ſoul no awful terrors riſe,

No diſmal gloom diſtorts his countenance,1305

Serene and placid as a ſummer’s eve,

He ſmiles on death, and welcomes his approach:

By faith divine triumph’s in glorious hope,

As his beſt bleſſing, triumph’s o’er the grave,

Secure of heav’n and immortality.1310

E2 Weep E2v 52

Weep not (he cries to his ſurrounding friends)

Weep not, my hope is firm, my heav’n ſecure;

Jehovah Jesus, my redeeming God

Is gone, my great Forerunner, to prepare

My ſeat on high; my manſion in the ſkies: 1315

Now he invites, and calls my ſoul away

To prove its glories, and at his right hand

Enjoy the fruits of all his victories

O’er ſatan, ſin and death: my conqu’ring Lord

Bruis’d ſatan’s head for me; he vanquiſh’d ſin 1320

When on the Cross he hung, my ſacrifice.

No condemnation, now againſt my ſoul

Is regiſter’d in heav’n, who ſhall condemn?

My Christ acquits, God Jesus juſtifies,

And I am ſafe! a pardon’d ſinner, ſav’d 1325

By ſov’reign grace; electing love that wrote

My worthleſs name in Jesus’ book of life,

Before I had a being, wrote my name

Deep in Immanuel’s heart, that precious heart,

That groan’d, was pierc’d, and burſt in twain for me. 13501330

Rejoice! rejoice, ye Iſrael of God;

For me, for you, he dy’d, and with his robe

Of ſpotleſs righteouſneſs adorn’d our ſouls:

Our advocate on high, he pleads our cauſe,

Till in his Father’s preſence we appear 13551335

To prove the fulneſs of eternal joy.

I long to go!—Come, O my Savior God,

Bring thy bright chariot, let my ſoul acſend,

And [ ] the wings of holy ſeraphs mount

To that bright world where my Redeemer reigns, 1340

Where I ſhall ſee his face with joy extreme,

And in his preſence dwell to hymn his name,

While E3r 53

While everlaſting ages roll along.

He pauſes—faints beneath the mighty joy;

Revives again, again exulting tells1345

Of Jesus’ kindneſs; triumphs in his name,

And ſmiles at death, defies his pow’r to kill,

And riſes all victorious o’er the grave.

Precious ſalvation! ſays the dying ſaint,

Precious ſalvation!—with a gentle ſigh1350

He breathes his ſoul into his Saviour’s hands,

Upborn on angel wings to heav’n he ſoars,

To ſing ſalvation to the bleeding Lamb,

Thro’ the long ages of eternity.

How great the contraſt of theſe dying beds!1355

The man of faith, the friend of Jesus ſoars

To the bright world where boundleſs pleaſures flow,

In one vaſt ocean of immortal bliſs,

Extatic joy and infinite delight.

The ſcholar of Socinus, foes profeſt1360

To God the Saviour, ſinks in black deſpair,

To the dark regions of eternal woe;

There, he for ever feels the force of truth,

And reaſon bows to revelation’s voice;

But ſoon with awful glory, ſolemn pomp,1365

A contraſt ſtill more ſtriking ſhall appear,

And heav’n and earth, angels and men behold

The ſcene ſublime, the grand concluding ſcene,

When the diſſolving sun ſhall pour his fires

Like a vaſt deluge on the flaming earth;1370

When time expires, and burſting form the ſkies,

The God of glory on a throne of light,

E3 Unnumber’d E3v 54

Unnumber’d millions of the ſons of morn

Swelling his ſplendid train, in ſolemn ſtate

The Judge ſupreme appears—His mighty voice

Shakes heav’n and earth, the echoing ſpheres reſound,

Arise ye dead, and come to judgment; ſtand—

Before the Son of Man, and hear his voice— 1375

Pronounce eternal bliſs, or endleſs ſhame—

Your everlaſting portion.— See the throng1380,

The glorious armies of redeemed ſaints,

How bright they ſhine in ſplendors all divine:

Hark! with triumphant ſongs they meet their God,

Waſh’d from their ſins in his atoning blood,

Clad in his robe of ſpotleſs righteouſneſs,1385

Complete in him, perfect in holineſs.

On clouds of dazzling light upborne, they ſoar

Amidſt angelic guards, to take their place

At his right hand, to ſee his ſmiling face,

And in his preſence quaff immortal joy1390

Thro’ everlaſting years—they tune their harps

To ſweeteſt, loftieſt ſtrains, the concave rings

With hallelujahs—ſaints and angels join

To ſing ſalvation and the Savior God,

In one grand chorus of unbounded praiſe.1395

Say, in this great, tremendous, awful day,

This ſudden burſt of glory, this grand ſcene,

How ſhall Messiah’s enemies appear?

Say with what eyes ſhall they behold the Judge,

The God, the Savior? Where’s the Reas’ners now?1400

The proud Lotharios; scientific men,

The bold Orestes’, will they now ſtand forth,

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Now, in the midſt of flaming worlds, and prove

That Jesus is no God; that creatures need

No righteouſneſs divine, no ſacrifice?1405

Will they deride him now, and ſummon all

Their potent arguments upon this field?

With ſ*.rong perſuaſive eloquence debate

In long orations? No, their eyes behold

Jehovah Jesus on his judgment ſeat:1410

This is no place for infidelity,

Her mouth is ſtop’d—the great conteſt is o’er!

And demonstration of the higheſt kind

Decides th’ important queſ*.ion: now explain’d,

The mystery of godliness ſhines forth;1415

God manifest in flesh appears to view,

And doubt, and contradiction ſwept away

Shrink from his preſence, at his frown expire.

Lo! from their dungeons drag’d, the pris’ners come,

Forc’d by a dire neceſſity to quit1420

The ſilent grave.—O could they there abide,

There hide for ever, ’twould appear a boon

Beyond conception great, but ’tis deny’d;

No, they muſt ſtand before the Son of man.

High on his great white throne he ſits ſupreme,1425

And all the bright effulgence of a God

Shine in his perſon, and in ſplendid beams

Dart glories inexpreſſible around.

Pale with amazing horrors, lo! they come,

Abaſh’d, aſham’d, ſilent as death, nor dare1430

Behold Immanuel’s face; his flaming eye

Darts thro’ their ſouls: the guilty fugitives

Stand ſelf-convicted, ſelf-condemn’d: deſpair,

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Arm’d with ten thouſand terrors, gathers round,

Burſts in a mighty flood, o’erwhelms and ſweeps1435

Celeſtial hope eternally away.

No more they ſcorn the great redeeming God,

No more they doubt of his Divinity;

Their eyes behold, their hearts confeſs the truth;

They feel the pow’r of his omnipotence:11401440

Thro’ all their being, feel no creature’s wrath

Conſume them, but the veng’ance of a God,

The wrath awak’d of injur’d Deity.

In vain to rocks and hills they call to hide

And ſcreen them from the Lamb’s indignant frown:

The falling mountains can afford no ſhade1445

From his broad burning eye, and when his voice

Shakes heav’n and earth, and echoes thro’ the ſpheres,

Depart ye curſed into endleſs fire;

His frown, worſe than a thouſand hells, purſues

And ſinks them down to the abhorred pit1450

Where infinite deſpair and horrors reign:

There, thro’ a long eternal night they groan,

The ſcorn and ſport of devils; deeper plung’d

Than millions in the dreadful burning lake:

Tophet for them ſtirs up his fierceſt fires,1455

And in perdition ſeven fold, they prove

The wrath of Jesus is the wrath of God.

Behold the New Jerusalem appears!

Bright with celeſtial ſplendors, there enthron’d,

Jesus Jehovah reigns: Low at his feet1460

His ranſom’d millions bow; in rapt’rous ſongs

They hymn his glorious name: triumphant joy

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Inſpires their ſwelling notes: salvation ſounds

Thro’ all th’ eternal arches: love and praise

Glow in each heart, and dwell on ev’ry tongue:1465

Angels and glad archangels join the theme,

And all is wonder, harmony, and bliſs.

Peace, everlaſting peace, ſerenely flows

In the pure boſoms of the ſons of light;

And while eternal ages roll along1470

They prove the heights and depths of ſov’reign grace,

Of dying love; and in ſweet uniſon

Aſcribe ſalvation, honour, pow’r, and praiſe,

To their incarnate God, who lives and reigns

The Lord of glory, tho’ the Son of Man.1475

O bleſt eternity! when will the ſhades

Of time withdraw, and thy bright morn appear,

When happy ſaints ſhall thus behold their God,

And celebrate his name to harps of gold?

Till then, tho’ with a feebler voice, in ſtrains1480

Imperfect, with a meaner ſong than theirs,

Let universal nature own her Lord;

And at his footſtool, offer up an hymn

Of holy gratitude, and humble praiſe.

Praise him, O sun, celeſtial king of day!1485

When with bright riſing beams thou crown’ſt the earth,

And when with full meridian ſplendors deck’d,

Thy flaming car hath climb’d the heights of noon,

Bow at the footſtool of Immanuel’s throne,

Who call’d thee into being, bade thee blaze1490

In all the rich magnificence of day!

Fountain of light and heat—in dewy eve,

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When thou illum’ſt the weſtern clouds with gold,

And ſup’ſt with Thetis, let thy ſong ariſe

Till Heſper uſhers in the ſtarry hoſt,1495

And Cynthia darts her ſilver rays around.

Praiſe Him, thou Moon; and all ye worlds of light:

Ye Planets, as ye roll in boundleſs ſpace,

O let your mighty orbs in myſtic ſong

Record the wonders of the Son of Man;1500

Sing the Creator, the Redeemer-God.

Ye Comets, bow your grand terrific heads,

And while th’ affrighted earth admiring views

Your trains majeſtic, ſweep thro’ half the ſkies,

Join the ſweet concert, and ſubmiſſive own1505

Your being hangs upon his ſov’reign will.

Ye clouds, that ſail along the vaſt expanſe,

And in your fleecy boſoms bear the dews,

The rain, the ſnows, to fructify the earth,

Swell the grand chorus, and report his name,1510

Till higheſt heav’n, and diſtant earth reſound

With the loud honours of the Savior-God!

Praiſe Him, ye ſtorms; ye thunders,

Ye lightnings, with your forked tongues proclaim

The dignity of him who ſends you forth1515

Accompliſhing his will. Praiſe Him, ye winds,

As ye burſt forth tumultuous—in his hand

He holds you, when with clangour wide and rude

You ſweep o’er waving foreſts, rend the air

With noiſy uproar:—On your wings, O bear,1520

And let your voices ſound Immanuel’s praiſe.

Soft breathing zephyrs, whiſper it abroad;

Charm the ſtill ev’ning with the pleaſing tale,

When thy cool breezes fan her gentle breaſt.

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Ye placid ſhow’rs, and ſweet diſtilling dews,1525

Join with the ruſhing torrent, that deſcends,

And with impetuous roar laſhes the hills,

And foams along the plain, to laud his name!

Praiſe him, ye lofty Alps and Apenines; Alps and Appenines, are mountains in Italy.

Ye loftier Andes, The Andes, are lofty mountains in South America. who involve your heads,1530

Your ſnow-crown’d heads in clouds—ye rocks and hills,

Ye plains, and verdant vallies; flow’ry meads

And gardens of delight, where Flora’s train

Puts on their gayeſt foliage, richeſt hues;

While you emit ten thouſand ſweets around,1535

O breathe his praiſes.—Let the foreſts ſing;

The ſtately Cedar, the tall Pine rejoice;

and humbler ſhrubs unite to ſpread the theme

From eaſt to weſt, from florid ſouthern climes,

To the cold regions of the frozen north.1540

Praiſe him, gay Summer, crown’d with fruits and flow’rs;

O! let thy beauteous train unite to pay

Due homage to the great immortal King;

And hail Jehovah-Jesus Lord of all.

Winter, with all his ſons, Froſt, Hail and Snow,1545

Black nights and gloomy days, adore the God

Who turns the rivers into ſtone.—Again

He ſpeaks; and lo, the waters flow.—Sing thou,

Soft breathing Spring, weave a freſh coronet

Of Primroſe, Crocus, humble Violet—1550

Inſcribe it with Immanuel’s ſacred name;

And let it, as thine off’ring, ſpeak his praiſe:

While Autumn, with her yellow ſheaves, attends

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To ſwell the gen’ral anthem, and adore.

Praiſe him, ye Eagles, as with lofty flight1555

Ye ſoar to meet the ſun, and with bold eye

Dare gaze, undazzled on the king of day.

Praiſe him, ye warbling larks, in ſofteſt airs;

And all ye tuneful ſongſters of the groves,

Waft on your wings, and in your ſongs his praiſe.1560

Ye Lions, as to him ye roar for prey,

Roar out his praiſes— Judah’s Lion reigns,

Let ev’ry creature worſhip at his throne:

Ye who in midnight hours range o’er the woods,

Majeſtically fierce, and ye who play15701565

In gameſome frolics o’er the flow’ry lawn;

Ye gentle hinds, ye tender playful lambs,

And all who walk the earth, and all who creep

Insects who wanton in a ſunny ray,

And ſpread their ſilken wings, be-dropt with gold.1570

And you who in the briny wave diſplay

Your ſcaly coats of various form and hue,

But chiefly thou the tyrant of the deep,

Leviathan, who like a mountain rolls

In the unfathom’d ocean, when thou play’ſt,1575

And from thy ſtormy noſtrils ſpout’ſt a flood,

Bid it ariſe to praiſe the Son of man,

The King of Glory, the incarnate God.

Let heav’n, and earth, and air, and seas, unite

To ſound Immanuel’s name: let echo bear1580

On her ſoft wings to nature’s utmoſt verge

The glorious ſound, and back return his praiſe.

Come ye who ſtand for ever near his ſeat,

Bright sons of morn, cherubic legions, come:

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And ye, who nearer to his throne than they,1585

View the immortal glories of your God,

Strike, ſtrike your golden harps—begin a ſong

More noble than you ever ſung before.

The ſaints on earth, the ranſom’d of the Lord,

Take up the theme; they join the joyful lay,5901590

And in a ſolemn chorus laud the Lamb,

The Lamb who dy’d, the Lamb who lives for them

Worthy the Lamb (they cry) of pow’r and might

Eternal Honours, and unbounded Praise,

Glory and blessing, majesty divine, 1595

And everlaſting worſhip are his due.

Hail, then Jehovah Jesus, take the praise:

Thine is the kingdom, Thou art Lord of all;

Thy ſaints ſhall crown thee, and their ſong ſhall be

Thro’ endleſs years, Salvation to the Lamb.1600


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Miscellaneous Poems

E8v F1r (65)

Thoughts, Written in a Bower at Lady-Grove

Hail! happy ſot, ſequeſter’d lone retreat,

Sacred to meditation and the muſe:

Beneath thy cool embow’ring ſhade I fit,

And for awhile forget the buſy world

To view the op’ning foſe, and mark how ſprings

The violet, and how the lilies bloom:

Hark! how the robin whiſtles as he flies

From bough to bough; the blackbird’s mellow note,

And warbling thruſh on yonder hawthorn perch’d,

Insceaſe the tuneful muſic of the grove:

And wanton zephyrs breathing gentle gales

O’er ruſtling leavces with an hermonious baſs

Complertes the consert: theſe are thy ſweet gifts,

O ſummer, gayeſt daughter of the year;

Nature throughout her wide somain, ſhall own

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Thy genial influence: ſee the foreſt ſhake

In grateful homage, while the grove-crown’d hills rejoice,

Andfruitful valleys laught and ſing for thee.

’Tis now high noon, the blazing king of day

Throm’d in mid heav’n, ſurveys the univerſe,

And darts meridian ſplendors round the world.

But ſafely ſheltrer’d in this vernal bow’r,

Embrown’d with thickeſt ſhade of lofty trees,

Whoſe ſpreading branches taught by art to meet

In kind embraces, form a rural arch,

And bid defiance to the ſultry ray;

I taſte the cool refreſhing breeze, and feel

The pleasſures which a ſcene like this inſpires.

How ſhall my ſoul improve a ſcene like this;

I look around, and every flow’r and ſhrub,

Each beauteous object that attracts my view,

Turns preacher to my mind, and drops tho’ mute

A ſilent admonition in my ear,

And lead my thoughts, O garden of delight,

Thou ſweet, thou ſacred Paradise, to thee,

Where Man, the noble image of his God,

With all his native dignity adorn’d

Bright with unſullied purity and truth,

Crown’d with unrivall’d grandeur, ſtood declar’d

Lord of the wide creation, and enjoy’d

The ſmiles and boundleſs bounties of a God,

Oh! could he i the midſt of all this good,

Still ſigh for more; thus eminently great,

Indulge ambition? thus ſupremely bleſt,

Could he rebel againſt his Maker’s will,

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And diſobey his great, his ſole command;

Wilful reject his bleſsing, court his curſe?

Ingrate how vile, well might a God inquire

Adam where art thou? Oh! how loſt, how fall’n,

How ſund in ſad diſgrace, in bitter woe,

In guilt and miſery, in ſin and ſame.

Then did thy roſes fade, thy lilies die;

And all thy blooming train, O paradiſe,

Wither and hang their heads; thy crown was fall’n;

For man, thy lord and glory, had prophan’d

Thy ſacred ſhades, and his polluted feet

No more muſt tread thy more than hallow’d ground:

Driv’n out to common earth, he now muſt till

Aſoil leſs fruitful, with laborious parin;

Subject to ſore diſeaſe, a prey to death

In all its threefold horrors: this the doom

Of the firſt ſinner, this the legacy

He only could bequeath to all his race.

But ſee, my muſe, another garden riſe

In the lov’d fertile vale of Olivet;

Come ſing, Gethſemane; hail! ſacred ſpot,

Hail! hallow’d grove; ye venerable ſhades,

Dearer than Eden; there a world was loſt,

There one tranſgreſsion plung’d a world in woe;

But here the God who bade the ſun exiſt,

Who call’d creation from the womb of night,

Who planted paradiſe, and by his pow’r

Upholds this vaſt ſtupendous edifice;

Here, rob’d in fleſh, clad with humanity,

He ſtood the ſurety of the choſen race,

The ſinner’s Savior, their redeeming friend;

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Their bondſman, bound to pay their dreadful debt;

And here with groans, with anguiſh infinite,

With ſorrow inexpreſsible, and woe

too big for mortal language to expreſs,

Too vaſt for angel boſoms to conceive,

He ſtruggles with the load of human guilt,

And (midſt the chill damp vapours of the night)

Sweats blood: O garden of Genſemane,

Thou wert a ſilent witneſs of this ſcene;

Aſtoniſh’d angels gazing, hover’s round

And ſaw the mighty conflict, and with ſhouts

Proclaim’d the mighty victor: for with blood,

Anguiſh and death, he conquer’d death and hell;

He paid the ſinner’s debt, cancell’d the bond

And gave them free redemption in his blood.

Worthy art thou, O Lamb, for ſinners ſlain,

Of angels ſongs, thy ſaints ſhall join the theme,

And ſing thy wonders, and adore thy love.

Let heav’n and earth adore, let nature bow,

And one loud ſong of praiſe to thee ariſe

While time endures, and then in nobler ſtrains

Thro’ the vaſt ages of eternity.

F3r (69)

An Hymn of Praise.

I Will Sing of Mercy.


Come, oh! my ſoul, awake; awake and ſing;

come tune thy harp to ſweeteſt, ſofteſt lays:

Record the wonders of thy God and King.

And offer uyp a ſong of grateful praiſe.


Praiſe waits for Thee, at humble diſtance waits,

Conſious how for ſhe falls beneath thy throne:

Fain would ſhe ſoar beyond the heav’nly gates,

And make thy triumphs to archangels known.


O for wings of holy joy and love,

To bear her adorations up to Thee!

O for the whiſpers of the ſacred Dove,

To bring thy approbation down to me.


I ſing of Mercy—’tis a theme divine!

It flows to me thro’ ſtreams of precious blood:

Rich are thy bleſſings; but they brightest ſhine,

As purchas’d by they death, my Savior God.

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Late, thro’ a painful path my journey lay,

High blew the whirlwind, while the ſtorm aroſe;

Black clouds, tempeſtuous, overhung the day,

And all was anguiſh, all was gloom and foes.


With trembling ſteps I travell’d thro’ the ſhade,

And oft, affrighted by the Lion’s roar,

To thee, my God, my King, I flew for aid,

And found my mighty refuge in thy power.


Thine arm ſupported, while the empeſt blew!

Thy gracious eye pervaded all my grief!

Thou wiſely guided, kindly brought me through,

And flew of eagle’s wings to my relief!


The thunder’s o’er, and all’s ſerenely calm!

Huſh’d to ſweet peace, the flooks no longer beat.

This is the triumph of Immanuel’S arm!

I fall a ſtoniſh’d at his gracious feet.


My Father and my God, to thee I’ll ſing

Eternal anthems of unbounded praiſe;

Myself, my all, an humble off’ring bring

to thee, the God of Providence and Grace.


O for a thouſand hearts to love thy name!

A thouſand tongues to ſound thy glories high!

To ſpread abroad thine everlaſting fame,

And join the hallelujahs of the ſky.

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Faithful and true is thy tremendous name,

My glorious Maſter, my Almighty Lord!

Eternal ages prove thee ſtill the ſame;

Eternal ages ſhall thy truth record.


On thee, the ocean of unbounded love,

My ſoul embarks her all, commits to thee

Her cares, her tears, her wants, and longs to prove

An everlaſting refuge, Lord, in thee.


On thy kind boſom I would fain recline,

My Savior God. O let thy preſence sheer!

Thy Spirit guide, and guard and ſeal me thine

Lead and direct me while I ſojourn here.


Then in the realms of bright celeſial day,

My ſoul ſhall bleſs thee in ſublimer lays;

Shall ſee thy glories in their full diſplay,

And ſing a ſweeter, nobler ſong of praiſe.

F4v (72)

An Irregular Ode

Great King of ſaints!

Thou mighty Monarch of the hearvens and earth,

Whoſe awful fiat gave creation birth;

Whoſe arm ſupports, whoſe eye ſurveys

A univerſe, through all the maze

Of ages paſt, of ages ſtill to be

The future and the paſt, are now to thee

Conception faints

When viewing an omniſcient Deity.

Ye ſons of light,

Angels who bow before the throne,

Tune your ſoft harps and make him known,

In lofty ſtrains adore your God.

And ſaints, the purchaſe of his blood,

Ranſom’d ſinners join the theme;

You delight to ſing of him;

We on earth, and you in heav’n:

We to whom his grace is giv’n.

Earneſt of the glorious prize,

You enjoy above the ſkies;

Children of one Father, join

Him to laud, in ſongs divine:

God of nature, God of grace,

We would give thee humble praiſe:

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Jesus, hail! incarnate God,

Thou haſt waſh’d us in thy blood.

Prince of peace, we bow to thee,

Father of eternity.

Hail! the love that made us thine,

Love eternal, all divine:

Hail thy Father-God and ours;

Aid us, O ye heav’nly pow’rs;

Strike your ſofteſt, ſweeteſt ſtring,

While redeeming love we ſing;

While we bleſs the Holy Dove,

Three in One, and One in Three,

Hail! myſterious Deity.

Thou great Unsearchable.

Whom heav’n and earth, whom ſeas and ſkies adore,

But finite underſtandings can’s explore,

Who dwell’ſt in brightneſs inacceſsable!

Thy glories ſhine in beams ſo bright,

Dazzling archangels ſight;

My Father and my God!

How empires vaniſh at a ſight of thee:

What’s all their pomp, but trifling traſh to me ?

My wealth is boundleſs, my ſtupendous ſtore

Beggars Peru, thought cannot graſp at more.

With thee my portion, I deſpise the things

Men riches call, and look with ſcorn on kings.

My Father and my God!

Safe on thine arm I lean when ſtorms ariſe,

And rolling tempeſts threat the frowning ſkies,

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And ſatan’s fiery darts are hurl’d aroung

With miſchievous intent, to kill or wound,

Thou art my mighty Shield, I find in Thee

A ſafe retreat, a certain victory.

If ſlander lifts her forked tongue,

Or envy joins to do me wrong;

Thine eye ſhall ſee, thine ear ſhall hear,

Thy hand ſhall graſp the glitt’ring ſpear,

Thy breath ſhall chace them, as when whirlwinds riſe

The moths diſperſe, the ſcatter’d ſtubble flies.

But I ſhall ſing

Salvation to my God and King,

While life endures, and then above

I’ll tune a nobler ſong to praiſe the God of love.

F6r (75)

An Elegy On the Death of The Reverend Doctor Gifford.

Who fell aſleep in Chriſt the 1784-06-1919th of June, 1784; in the 84th Year of his Age.

When the loud din of war, and claſh of arms

Subſides, and all Bellona’s fierce alarms

Complete the labours of the long campaign,

And ſmiling Peace reſumes her gentle reign;

The hero, crown’d with conqweſt, pleas’d, throws by

The glitt’ring ſpear, and the bright panoply

Of warlike arms, he quits the hoſtile ſhore,

His toils and dangers paſt, his battles o’er;

He flies to greet once more his native land,

And from his royal maſter’s gracious hand

receive the laurels, which he won with pain,

In the long ſiege, and on the well-ſought plain,

In ſylvan ſcenes to loſe each anxious care,

Forget his toils and breath the pureſt air

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Of ſweet ſerenity. No more the ſound

Of thund’ring cannon ſhakes the trembling ground;

He liſtens to the lark and linnet’s lay,

Enjoys the calm, as much at eaſe as they;

Bids ev’ry rude tumultuous paſsion ceaſe,

And triumphs in the gentle arms of peace.

So rev’rend Gifford lays his armour by,

Quits the low earth, and ſoars above the ſky.

Long in the field the Chriſtian ſoldier ſtood,

And wreſtled, not with foes of fleſh and blood,

But pow’rs of darkneſsm rulers of the air,

Whoſe fiery darts ten thouſand horrors bear.

Oft in black ſtorms the barbed miſchief flies,

Obſcures the ſun, and darkens all the ſkies.

But Gifford, great in arms, maintain’d the fight,

And, unappal’d, march’d on, through ſhades of night,

Till brighter day aroſe, ſecure he ſtood,

In all the glorious panoply of God;

And the laſt foe ſubdu’d, he quits the place,

And more than conq’ror, thro’almighty grace,

To brighter, fairer worlds he wings his way,

Where perfectpeace, and everlaſting day

Sweetly unite; there from Immanuel’s hand,

The mighty Monarch of that happy land,

Receives the hlorious palm of victory,

Receives a gracious welcome to the ſky.

He tunes his golden harp, and joins the throng

Of whete-rob’d ſaints, who with melodious ſong

Inceſsant hymnthe throne of God, and raiſe

Eternal anthems to Immanuel’s praiſe.

Thy name they ſing, O Lamb of God! for thou

Haſt waſh’d them in they blood; to thee they bow,

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And tell to wond’ring ſeraphs what thy grace

Hath done for ſinners of the human race.

Seraphs ſhall, pleas’d, attend, then join the lay.

And ſaints and angels ſhall thy love diſplay:

The glorious theme ſhall run from choir to choir,

Tune ev’ry tongue, and ev’ry harp inſpire.

Thy name ſhall echo thro’ the courts above,

Come gentle Mu’s;e, in ſofteſt lays record

How liv’d, how dy’d the ſervant of the Lord;

Tell how, baptiz’d with heav’nly fire, he ran

To preach a God of love to fallen man:

To publish the good new of goſpel grace

And free ſalvation, to a ſingul race.

Sav’d by this grace himſelf, he long’d to tell

The boundlſs glories of Immanuel.

Truth from his lips like ſofteſt music flow’d,

And all his theme the righteouſneſs of God.

Sweet Consolation ſat upon his tongue

For mourning ſouls, by ſin’s ſad ſerpent ſtung.

A ſon of Thunder wo awake the dead,

While Sinai’s ligh’nings flaſhes over head.

Amidſt a world of error, faithful He,

Zealous for Goſpel, holy liberty.

Firm as a brazen pillar Gifford ſtood, And liv’d and wrote, and preac’d the truth of God.

At Jesu’s feet he ſat, and on his breaſt,

Like favor’d John, was oft indug’d to reſt.

He found his bliſs and ſource of wiſdom here,

And caught his ſpirit while he ſat ſo near.

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Love! heav’nly love, like a bright flame aroſe,

Immortal love, that no extinction knows,

Enlarg’d his gen’rous heart, and bid it flow

With ſofteſt ſympathy for others woe.

There mild Beneficence ſat up her thron,

And ſweet Complacence ſeal’d him for her own:

The law of kindneſs from his lips diſtill’d,

Smil’d in his cheeks, and all his boſom fill’d;

And now he proves, in the bright world above,

His heav’n of heavens in a Savior’s love.

Vaſt was his mind, for Contemplation made;

Vaſt were the pow’rs his active mind diſplay’d.

Thro’ Nature’s moſt ſtupendous workd it run,

Meaſur’d the ſtars and circumſcrib’d the ſun;

From link to link of the great chain deſcends,

And only with Creation’s ending, ends.

Thro’ fields of ſcience ſought the Deity,

Led by thy hacd, O fair Philiſophy!

But chiefly thou. O Science all divine!

To whom all others muſt the palm reſign;

Creatrion proves a God, but how to know,

To fear, and love, and to enjoy him too,

Creation here is mute, and all the reſt,

Can but by Revelation be expreſt.

Hail! then, O Spirit, who only can diſplay

To ſinners hearts, the new and living way.

Gifford, led on by thee, explor’d the road,

And learn’d to know the hidden things of God.

Hail! ſacred knowledge, ſcience all divine,

Diſtinct from thee, Philoſophy can ſhine

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But with a glow-worm luſtre; the vaſt mind

By arts and erudition moſt reſin’d,

Co comprehenſive, is ignorant of all.

For God is all— and not that God to know;

Is blindneſs, death, and everlaſing woe;

But Gifford lnew, and preach’d to ſinners round,

The Savior and Salvation he had found;

And now from earth remov’d to yonder ſkies,

How high his wondr ſwells, his joys ariſe;

His large capacious ſoul amaz’d, can trace

The God a Nature, Providence, and Grace,

In all his wond’rous works, by death ſet free

From the dark veil of dull mortality.

Soft was the hand, and gentle was the blow,

That ſummon’s Gifford from this vale below;

Death like an angel came, and beck’ning ſtood,

His willing ſoul tood wing, and ſoar’d to God

In realms of bliſs adores his Savior’s name,

And bows and ſings ſalvation to the Lamb.

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An Elegy Occasioned By the Death of Mrs. Elizabeth Dowland.

Come heav’nly Muſe, and with thy own ſoft fire

Warm my cold heart, a ſacred ſong inſpire,

Solemn as death, ſweet as the breath of morn

When Sol’s bright beams, the eaſtern clouds adorn.

Come, ſing Eliza, ſee the ſaint ariſe,

Burſt fleſhly bars, and ſoar above the ſkies,

To that bright world where joys immortal grow,

And life’s unfathom’d waters ever flow:

There, rob’d in white, ſhe joins the happy train,

The ranſom’d throng for whom the Lamb was ſlain

She ſhares the glories of the choſen race,

And baſks and triumphs in the God of grace

How chang’d the ſcene! when late in mortal clay

(Ere her Redeemer call’d her ſoul away)

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’Midſt ills and enemies ſhe ſojourn’d here,

Encompas’d with infirmity and fear,

As all her kindred of the duſt, who ſtand

And wait a ſummons to the promis’d land

Then (highly favour’d) did Eliza prove

The kind protection of th God of love.

The ſilken bands of grace he gently threw

Around her yourhful heart, and ſoftly drew

Her young affeſtions to the Savior’s feet,

Ev’n ere the days of childhood were compleat.

Oft has her liſt’ning mind attentive hung

On the ſweet Muſic of a Langford’s Alluding to her being brought to a ſenſe and knowledge of divine things, under the miniſtry of the Rev. J. Langford, when only eight years of age, who is now a living witneſs of the progreſs ſhe made therein, under the bleſsing of God; alſo of her trials and triumphs in general, from that time till her death. tongue,

When he the Goſpel’s ſilver trumpet blew,

She heard, and in increaſing lnowledge grew.

As when the riſing ſun his beams diſplay,

Checks the dull ſhades, and bids the night give way,

Gradual he uſhers in the roſeate day.

Before his flaming car the vapours fly,

Till gold and purple tinge the glowing ſky;

Nor ſtays his courſe, till, with bright glories crown’d,

He darts his full meridian ſplendors round.

So the young ſaint aroſe from nature’s night,

And ſhone with every chriſtian virtue bright;

In con ſtant pragreſs ran the heav’nly race,

By wiſdom guided, and upheld by grace.

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Vaſt was her mind, and large her mental powr’s,

Improve’d by ſtudy, in her leiſure hours;

Devoted to her God, her mem’ry ſtor’d

With the rich treaſures of the ſacred word;

Deep read in things fivine, ſhe ſhone in youth

A living Concordance of heav’nly truth

Truth was her ſong, and all her conduct ſhew

The more ſhe lov’d, as more of truth ſhe knew;

For ſhe adorn’d each charcſter in life,

The tender mother and the virtuous wife.

But ah! theſe ſolemn ties no more can bind,

Nor ſhall Eliza longer be confin’d

In walls of clay; commiſsion’d from on high,

Death, like a friendly viſitant, drew nigh;

His uſual harbingers, ſickneſs and pain,

Had long oppreſs’d her, but oppreſs’d in vain

To raiſe a murm’ring ſigh; reſign’d to all,

At Jesu’s feet, ſee her ſubmiſsive fall.

Satan in vain threw fiery farts around,

For Jesus ſtill her ſtrength and ſhield ſhe found;

In vain her fears aroſe, for Jesus ſtands

And ſhews his pierced ſide, his bleeding hands,

By faith divine ſhe views her Savior-God,

And triumphs in a pardon bought with blood:

Lo! death ſteps in—the ſolemn ſtrode is giv’n

She ſighs—ſhe falls aſleep—ſhe mounts to heav’n. Before her death ſhe choſe the text for her funeral ſermon, and the hymns to be ſung at her funeral, with pleaſure and compoſure. Mr Langford, according to her Requeſt, preached a diſcourſe on the occasion, from Revelations, ch.vii. ver.14. Sunday evening, 1783-04-20April 20, 1783, at the Chapel, in Roſe-lane, Ratcliff.

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Hail! happy ſaint! immortal bliſs is thine,

To ſee thy God, and the grand chorus join

Of endleſs hallelujahs, endeſs praiſe

To Jesus, Son of Man and God of grace.

Short was thy ſtay on earth, tranſient they pain;

Eternal life, and everlaſting gain

Thy glorious pertion now, exchange how good,

From earth to heav’n, the paradiſe of God;

There thou may’ſt view and ſing the Lamb who dy’d,

And by thy dear, thy much lov’d parent’s ſide

(For thou haſfound her) thou mayſt ſit and tell

The wonders of the great Immanuel.

Enraptur’d ſhall thy liſt’ning brother ſtand,

And hail thee welcome to the promis’d land;

Wile two bright cherubs ſwell thy joyful ſtrain,

Tine heart muſt know thy ſmiling babes again,

The dear, the darling infant, lateſt giv’n,

Who wing’d his way thy harbinger to heav’n;

Theſe ſhall with thee eternal mercy prove,

And ſing the God whoſe glorious name is love.

How ſhall the muſe addreſs a weeping pair?

The Muſe ſhall weep and in their ſorrows ſhare,

Let ſtoic hearts diſdain to feel, but here

Friendſhip ſhall drop a ſynpathetic tear.

A Husband and Father, tender names,

Such ſacred ties a ſober ſorrow claims;

Think not the riſing ſigh, tho’ ſad, amiſs,

Tears are well ſhed on ſuch a grave as this:

But while we mourn, O let your thought ariſe

Above the eagle’s flight, to you bright ſkies,

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There your Eliza lives, there Jesus reigns,

And ſaints are free from ſin, from cares and pains;

Death cannot enter there, his pow’rful dart

Can ſtab no more, no more can wound the heart;

For life, eternal life compleats the joy,

And not on e anxious thought ſlhall e’er annoy:

Lift up your eyes then to that happy place,

O look again and view the God of grace;

Look till your hearts, aſcending with your eyes,

Learn all ſublunar objects to deſpiſe;

Reject the toys of time, and ſeek alone

The pleaſures which ſurround you Father’s throne,

Which, like a boundleſs ocean, ſhall endure

When death ſhall ceaſe, and time ſhall be no more.

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An Elegy on the Death of the Much-Lamented Mr. Christopher Seldon Slow.

Hail! happy ſaint, immortal ſplendors ſhine

Around thy head, the gift of love divine;

High thro’d in bliſs, above yon azure ſkies,

In ſweet enjoyment of the heav’nly prize;

Thy ranſom’d ſpirit ſtands divinely bright,

Crown’d with Salvation in the realms of light.

See Seldon in the morning of his days,

Led by parental care in wiſdom’s ways,

By precept and example taught the road

Which leads from earth to heav’n, form ſin to God.

A pious Father’s fervent pray’rs ariſe,

Aſcends the clouds and penetrates the ſkies;

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Well pleas’d Jehovah hears, and grants the boon,

His heart’s beſt wiſhes for his darling Son,

And bids all-potent grace erect her throne

In Seldon’s breaſt, and ſeal him all her own:

Lo! winds and waves the favor’d youth convey

To Britain’s Iſle in an auspicious day;

When Piltius blew the goſpel trump, his voice

Bid ſinners tremble, weeping ſaints rejoice;

To thoſe a ſon of thunder, but to theſe

The gentle meſsenger of heav’nly peace:

He heard the faithful herald loud proclaim

The great ſalvation to young Seldon’s heart;

Now like the bounding roe, with eager pace,

He runs, he flies to that delightful place,

Down Savoy’s hill, where ſaints aſsembled join

In worſhip pure, devition all divine;

And walds with God, while thrice the radiant ſun

Meaſures ten ſummers, ere his work is done;

With ever chearful heart and ſmiling face,

Patient he marches on his heav’nly race;

The widow’s friend, the orphan’s kind ſupport,

Conſtant in all that bears a good report;

Benevolently good, with all replete

That forms the Chriſtian character complete.

When death, with ſtingleſs mourners riſe,

Your friend is ſafely lodg’d withing the ſkies:

Claſped in Immanuel’s arms, he proves the bliſs

Of a blood-bought eternal Paradiſe

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Then ceaſe your grief, ye ſaints, and onward preſs

Tow’rds the bright prize, a crown of righteouſneſs:

But hark! from yonder cloud a whiſper breakd,

Be Huſhed, my ſoul, for ’tis Christopher ſpeaks:

Weep not for me, my dangers all are paſt,

I’ve run the race, and reach’d the goal at laſt;

The ſwelling tides of Jordan threat no more,

I’m ſafely landed on the wiſh’d for ſhore;

With conquer’d crown’d, triumphant now I ſtand,

In full poſseſsion of the promis’d land:

Satan and ſin, no more my peace moleſt,

No more ſhall ſighs of ſorrow heave my breaſt,

I’ve lift the cumb’rous load of fleſh behind,

And found my J faithful as he’s kind;

Without a cloud my Father’s face I ſee,

And bleſs the great God-Man who dy’d for me.

Before his throne I fall in raptures down,

And at his feet I lay my glorious crown;

Gladly I tune my garp and voice to ſing

The matchleſs triumphs of my matchleſs King;

Adore that ſov’reign love, and bleſs the grace

That gave me robes of perfect righteouſneſs,

That ſaw me late in nature’s darkneſs lay.

And gave me eyes to view his goſpel day;

He knew my ſorrows, pity’d all my woe,

And ſaid to ſatan, Looſe and let him go.

He ſpake, ’twas done, my fetter’d ſoul ſet free,

To follow Jesus in true liberty;

Guided by siſdom oand upheld by grace,

He led me ſafely thro’ the wilderneſe:

When ſoil’d by foes, he ran to give me aid,

And on his boſom would repoſe my head;

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Beneath me ſpread his everlaſting arm,

When fainting under Sol’s meridian beams,

Allay’d my thirſt with ever living ſtreams;

And when I hunger’d, to my ſoul was giv’n

The real manna, living bread from heav’n,

Till Jordan’s verge appear’d, replete with harms;

But Jesus bore me over in his arms,

And in his temple, on this happy ſhore,

I live a pillar, to go out no more;

But join cherubicſongs to bleſs his name,

And ſing ſalvation to the ſlaughter’d Lamb.

Then weep no more for me, my friend, but riſe

And follow Jesus to thoſe radiant ſkies,

There we ſhall meet, from ſin and ſorrow free

And death be ſwallow’d up in viſtory.

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An Elegy on the Death of My Sister Mrs. Elizabeth Burrows.

Come ſad Melpomene, and aid my verſe,

While I Eliza’s gentle name rehearſe,

Tell how the ſaint in prime of life expir’d

And from a world of ſin and woe retir’d

To dwell with Jesus in the realms of bliſs,

Bought with his blood, and ſeal’d for ever his.

Shall I repeat the ſorrows of her ſoul?

No, Jesus’precious blood has made them whole:

Shall I the troubles of her life relate?

They were ſo varied, num’rous and ſo great

That none but their Appointer can declare,

And thoſe who in the like affliction ſhare.

Shall I my ſubject make that heavy rod

Which brought her ſpirit home to dwell with God?

Shall I unfold the melancholy ſcene?

I would—but her command ſteps in between:

She ſleeps; ſhe’s ſafely lodg’d in Jesus’ breaſt,

Eternal ſilence dwell upon the reſt;

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Or if it muſt be nam’d, than let it be

When Sols bright beams are fled beyond the ſea,

When ſilver Cynthia glimmer’s o’er the plain,

And awful ſilence, midnight horrowrs reign;

Or, nature huſh’d, attentive audience pays

To wakeful Philomel’s impaſsion’s lays:

The Bird would ceaſe, the moon would turn more pale

To hear me tell the ſad, the mournful tale—

O did the world her tragic ſtory know,

The world would melt in ſympathetic woe,

No ſtubborn heart ſo hard, that could forbear

The tender tribute of a pitying tear.

’Tis paſt—the race is run, the ſtorm is o’er

Eliza’s landed on the peaceful ſhore.

Never ſhall I forget the ſolemn day,

When her Redeemer kiſs’d her ſoul away,

To the pure realms of everlaſting day.

Victorious death his ſwift approaches made,

She met him unappelled, undiſmay’d;

Cry’d, Come my Lord, my precious Jesus hear,

And in thy preſence let me ſoon appear.

’Twas, done! a glorious Angel ſtood confeſt, A few moments before ſhe expired, ſhe pronounced the word Angel, with ſuch an emphaſis as left no room for her friends to doubt but what ſhe really ſaw ſome glorious appearance.

And bore Eliza to eternal reſt.

Hail! happy ſpirit, dear celeſtial ſhade.

Wreaths of unfading ſplendors crown thy head:

My Friend! my Sister! if thoſe ſacred ties

Can bind immortal ſpirits in the ſkies,

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How bleſt art thow, from ſin and ſorrow free,

No more encompaſs’d with infirmity;

Thy tribulation-days are now no more,

And thou art landed on the peaceful ſhore

Where no loud ſtorms, no threat’ning thunders roar.

Thou dwell’ſt ſecure in you bright world above,

Where all is harmony, and joy, and love;

While I on earth remain a pilgrim ſtill

Confin’d in clay, but ’tis my Father’s will;

Whetn he commands, my willing ſoul ſhall fly

To meet Eliza in th’etherial ſky:

There with one voice, onited praiſe we’ll ſing

To our almighty Savior , and our King,

And bleſs his boundleſs grace ſupremely free,

Thor’ the long ages of eternity,

Who when we both deſerv’d eternal ire,

Snatch’d us as brands from ſin’s devouring fire,

Shew’d our poor hearts his conſolating face,

And made us willing ſubjects of his grace;

And to thy hand the glorious prize has giv’n,

Tho’ lateſt call’d on earth, the firſt in heav’n.

Till that bleſs’d hour, that wiſh’d-for time arrive,

Thy mem’ry in my heart ſhall long ſurvive.

Swift let the moment come which ſhall unite

Thy own Maria to her Friend in light,

Where in extatic bliſs our ſouls ſhall prove

The heights and depths of everlasting love.

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An Elegy Occasioned by the Death of The Reverend Doctor Woude

Paſtor of the Calviniſt Church, in the Savoy.

Go happy Woude, clap thy bright wings, and ſoar

To the bright realms of everlaſting day,

The happy ſeat of reſt, the peaceful ſhore,

Where ſaints and angels tune the choral lay,

Go take thy harp, and join the parturous ſong

That echo’s thro’ the bleſt entherial plains,

Sweel the glad anthems of the rasſom’d throng,

In the fair world where Love immortal reigns.

The Goſpel’s ſilver trump long haſt thou blown,

And pointed ſinners to the living way;

With warning voice their guilt and danger ſhewn,

And preach’d the blood that takes their guilt away.

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Long haſt thou ſought the battles of the Lord

Now all-cictorious, lo, thou bear’ſt the Palm,

Supported by the Spirit and the Word:

And leaning on the mighty Savior’s arm.

Stedfaſt thou ſtood’ſt, tho’ ſtorms tumultuous roſe,

But ſtorms tumultuous can no more moleſt,

More than triumphant over hoſts of foes,

Now all is calm compoſure in they breaſt.

Hail, happy Woude! thro’ many rolling years,

The ſaint by love inſpir’d walk’d with his God,

Now joyful in his preſence he appears

Welcome to all the glories of his Lord.

He he beholds the Lamb for ſinners ſlain,

And crown’d with bleſsedneſs extreme ſhall live,

Long as the great Incarnate God ſhall reign,

And prove the choiceſt bleſsings God can give.

Then ceaſe to weep, ye follow’rs of the Lamb,

Who mourn your paſtor, lately call’d to heav’n,

If ye revere, and love his lonour’d name,

Rejoice that to his hand the prize is giv’n.

In vain the boaſting Tyrant of the Grave

Erects a trophy o’er his ſleeping clay,

Jesus the God omnipotent to ſave,

Shall call it gorth at the great fifling day.

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Then ſhall the monſter Death a viſtor own,

And life, immortal reign:

Triumphant ſaints ſhall their Redeemer crown,

And joy and wonder fil th’ heav’nly train.

Then check your ſorrows, and with ſteady eye,

Behold the track your faithful paſtor trod,

Purſue the heav’nly road that leads on high,

And ſtrong in faith and patience, walk with God

Then when the king of terrors comes in view,

He ſhall put on a ſmooth and ſmiling face;

He bears no terrors when he comes to you,

But comes the meſsenger of ſov’reign grace.

To call you from a world of ſin and woe,

To the bright realms of everlaſting day,

Where trees of life and endleſs pleaſures grow,

Without deception, and withoutsss decay.

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An Hymn

Ye Angels, who ſtand round the throne,

And ſee my Immanuel’s face,

In rapturous ſongs make him known,

Tune, tune your ſoft harps to his praiſe:

He form’d you the Spirits you are,

So noble, ſo happy, ſo good,

While others ſunk down in deſpair,

Confirm’s by his power, you ſtood.

Ye saints, who ſtand nearer than they,

And caſt your bright crowns at his feet,

His Grace and his Glory diſplay,

O tell of his love as is meet;

He ranſom’d you from Hell and the grave,

He ſav’d you from death and despair,

For you he was mighty to save,

Almighty to bring you ſafe there.

O when will the period appear

When U ſhall unite in your ſong!

I’m weary of lingering here,

And I to your Savior belong!

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I’m fetter’d, and chain’d up in clay,

I ſtruggle and pant to be free,

I long to be ſoaring away,

My God and my Savior to ſee.

I want to put on my attire,

Waſh’d white in the blood of the Lamb,

I want to be one of your choir,

And tune my ſweet harp to his name:

I want—O I want to be there,

(Where sorrow and sin bid adieu,)

Your joy and your friendship to ſhare,

To wonder and worſhip with you.

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An Hymn

Thou ſoft flowing Kedron, by thy ſilver ſtream,

Our Savior at midnight, when Cynthia’s pale beam

Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently ſtray,

And loſe in thy murmers, the toils of the day.

How damp were the vapours that fell on his head,

How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;

The angels aſtonish’d, grew ſad at the ſight,

And follow’d their Master with ſolemn delight;

O garden of Olivet dear honour’d ſpot!

Thy name and thy wonder ſhall ne’er be forgot;

The theme moſt tranſporting to ſeraphs above,

The triumph of Sorrow! the triumph of Love.

’Twas here he engag’d with the Lion of hell,

Beneath his ſtrong arm all our enemies full:

’Twas here he encounter’d with infinite wrath,

And conquer’d by love that was ſtronger than death.

Come ſaints, and adore him, come bow at his feet;

O give him the glory and praiſe that is meet:

Let joyful hoſannahs unceaſing ariſe,

And join the grand chorus that gladdens the ſkies.

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An Epistle to an Absent Friend. The Enquiry,

Addreſsed to Miranda’s Guardian Angel.

Gentle ſpirit, tell me where

My Miranda loves to ſtray?

In ſhe not thy watchful care

Thro’ the night, and all the day?

Does ſhe wander through the grove,

Liſt’ning to the Linnet’s lay,

Muſing on diviner love

Than creation can diſplay.

Is ſhe roving o’er the field,

Bleſt with friendſhip

Friendſhip that can pleaſure yield,

Crowning all her other joys.

Is the raging main in view,

While he throws his billows high?

This, all this is known to you,

Wing’d deſcendant fromt he ſky.

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Gentle ſpirit, fly, O fly,

And to my Miranda bear

On they downy wings, a ſigh;

Softly whiſper in her ear,

Say, Maria longs to meet,

Longs to ſee her Friend again:

Joys of meeting muſt be ſweet,

If to part be ſuch a pain.

Fly, ye moments, haſte the time,

When to yon bright world above,

We with joyful feet ſhallclimb,

Clad with glory, fill’d with love:

Then united, ſide by ſide,

Never, never more to part,

Endliſs years ſhall not divide

My Miranda from my heart.

Thro’ the golden ſtreets we’ll ſtray,

View our Father’s ſmiling face,

In the realms of heav’nly day,

Sing the wonders of his grace;

Sin and ſorrow left behind,

Peace and joy ſhall ſweetly flow

In our happy, happy minds,

Come, Miranda, let’us go.

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To Miranda An Invitation to London in September.

Come, my Miranda, come away,

the ſummer’s o’er, no longer ſtay;

The miſts ariſe, the rains descend,

Come to the wiſhes of thy friend.

The radiant ſun in feeble rays,

A ſhort-liv’d ſplendor now diſplays:

Fromt he bleak north, the winds ariſe,

And bluſter through the gloomy ſkies;

The fallen leaves beſtrew the ground;

No more the ſweet, the chearful ſound

Of woodlark’s ſoothing ſong I hear,

No more the flow’ry train appear,

But winter ſpreads his dreary ſway;

Come, my Miranda, come away.

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’Tis friendship calls, ſhe waits for thee,

And longs her abſent friend to ſee:

For thee the muse has ſtrung her lyre,

And glows with ſoftpoetic fire,

(A ſacred flame, that ſtill ſhall riſe,

For lo, ’twas kindled in the ſkies.)

To meet Miranda with a ſong,

For joy to friendſhip muſt belong.

Tho’ ſad, the dull declining year,

Does in her wintry dreſs appear,

May you enjoy a mental Spring,

And hear the heav’nly turtle ſing;

Bright may the Sun of Righteouſneſs,

Sine in his glorious beams of grace,

Diſpelling every cloud away,

And fill your ſoul with Gospel-day;

While from on high, celeſtial dews;

And gentle ſhow’rs their aid diffuſe

To make the fir, and myrtle bloom,

And all the vintage breath perfume;

That my Miranda may appear

In robes of ſummer all the year.

May roſy Health with chearful eye,

Sent from the Monarch of the ſky,

Attend to crown your future days,

And all your happy life be praiſe;

Praiſe to the God of boundliſs love,

Who keeps for you a ſeat above,

Whoſe gracious providential eye

Shall ſtill your ev’ry want ſupply.

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Till Jordan’s ſwelling ſtreams are paſt,

And ſafely you arrive at laſt

In the bright world of hean’nly day,

Where ſin and ſorrow fled away,

I ſhall my dear Miranda meet;

Then, at our kind Redeemer’s feet,

We’ll caſtour crowns, and love, and ſing

salvation to ou God and King;

And in his temple, on that ſhore,

Be pillars, to go out no more.

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An Evening Thought Addressed to a Friend

Still is the hour, the lamp of day

In other ſkies his beams diſplay;

The ſilver moon with ſober light

And gentle influence crowns the night:

Huſh’d be the paſsions of my ſoul,

There let no jarring tempeſt roll,

No gloomy clouds portentous lour,

But all be placid, as this hour,

Calm as the wave where Halycons play,

When Sol unfolds his brightest ray.

Well may ſweet peace delight to dwell

With ſouls redeem’d from death and hell;

Tho’ winds may riſe and tempeſts blow,

And hell engage to work them woe;

Jesus Jehovah reigns on high,

He views them with a father’s eye,

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His hand ſupports and guides them thro’,

In ſpite of all that hell can do.

He ſmiles, and all their ſorrows ceaſe;

He ſpeaks the tempeſt into peace;

Peace, like a river, flows within,

From a ſweet ſenſe of perdoned ſin.

Releaſ’d from guilt, releaſ’d from fear,

They find their great Deliverer near;

They bleſs his name, they ſing his love,

And long to ſee his face above:

To you, my friend, I need not ſay,

This is the Savior’s gracious way,

By ſweet wxperience taught, you know

His dealings with his ſaints below;

Thrice happy thou indulg’d to ſit

With Mary at the Master’s feet;

Nor thing my muse preſumes to bring

To thee inſtrucction on her wing,

She would but gratulate thy bliſs,

And liſp his priſes whoſe ſhe is;

But ah! ſhe faints, unequaal quite

To ſuch a talk, the ſons of light,

Who bow before Jehova’s face,

Can beſt proclaim his matchleſs grace;

Yet I would fain attempt to ſing

In humble lays my tongue, and ſtrike my lyre,

In echo to th’angelic choir.

Ye lin’ring hours, O ſpeed away;

Time, mend thy pace, and bring the day

When freed from fleſh, and freed from ſin,

I ſhall the heav’nly ſong begin;

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And tell the ſhining hoſts above

The wonders of redeeming love;

With them adore Immanuel’s name,

And ſing salvation to the Lamb,

Methinks, my friend, I hear you ſay,

With patience wait the coming day;

’Tis near, ’tis haſt’ning on apace,

As faſas time can run his race:

Soon ſhall the ſhadows flee away,

And yield to bright eternal day:

The ſun and moon, and stars ſhall fall,

And one wide ruin ſwallow all

The works of nature, then the bleſt,

Shell enter into ſacred reſt:

Then ſhall we tune our harps and ſing,

The triumphs of the heav’nly King;

Prove the rich depths of boundleſs grace,

Adore his lvoe, and ſee his face:

Till then, let faith and patience wait,

Conſtant attendants at his gate,

Submiſsive bow beneath his rod,

While fleſh confines us from our God.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Defleury, Junrs. Married, 1773-11-25November 25th, 1773. This Poem Is Inscribed by Their Affectionate Sister, Maria De Fleury,

Wiſhing them Grace, Mercy and Peace, from God the Father, and from Jesus Christ our Lord.

Happy the pair, who’re fitly join’d,

In heart, in temper and in mind,

Made one in Hymen’s ſilken bands;

United hearts, united hands,

Both children of eternal grace,

Both journeying to the heav’nly place,

Both taught in the Redeemer’s ſchool,

They make his will, his word their rule.

Helpmeets indeed, they kindly bear

And ſoften each the other’s care.

Celeſtial friendship ſmiles around,

And all their hours with peace are crown’d:

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They mount towards the realms of day,

And find a heav’n all the way;

So Jesus loves his ranſom’d bride,

For whom he groan’d, and bled, and dy’d,

Who life receives from his pierc’d ſide.

So Zion hangs on Jesus’ name,

And calls him Lord,m with tend’reſt claim:

Her brother, Savior, bridegroom, all;

And on his love depends for all.

No harſh commands the Savior lays,

No forc’d obedience Zion pays;

A loving ſceptre Jesus wields,

A free obedience Zion yields:

To do his will is her employ,

Becauſe his will’s her chiegeſt joy;

She has her will m when his is done,

Thye will the ſame, for they are one.

Ye marry’d, would ye happy prove,

Remember all the charm is love.

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An Epithalamium Addressed to Mr. and Mrs. M――—n, On Their Marriage

Gentle muse, awake and ſee

Sacred friendship waits for thee;

Tune the harp, and ſtrike the lyre,

friendship ſhall the theme inſpire;

Joyful ſounds, and ſacred ſong,

Do to wedded love belong.

Hail! wedded pair, in Hymen’s bands,

Since heav’n has kindly join’d your hands,

May that Pow’r, who reigns above,

God of grace and God of love,

From his radiant throne beſtow

All can make you bleſt below;

Smiling on your union ſhed,

Choiceſt bleſsings on your head;

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Conſtant as the riſing ſun,

Haſtes his daily courſe to run:

Num’rous as diſtilling dews,

O’er the meads their drops diffuſe,

Bleſsings of the upper ſprings,

Grace to make you prieſts and kings;

’Mongſt Jehovah’s royal train,

Saints who with the Lamb ſhall reign,

Mutual love to keep your life

Free from jarring, free from ſtrife;

Mutual love your hearts to bleſs

With domeſtic happineſs

While his providential eye

Ev’ry want ſhall well ſupply.

So ye favor’d pair ſhall prove

Happy here, and bleſs’d above.

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To Mr. and Mrs. T――— D――— On Their Marriage

Hail! happy pair, whoſe hearts and hands

United in the ſtrongeſt bands

That Heav’n can form, of love compoſe,

To ſooth the weight of human woes;

For you, ſhall roſy Hymen twine

A wreath of amaranth divine,

And ſmiling on your union ſhed,

His choiceſt influence on your head;

For you bright Sol, enthron’d on high,

Shall dart his glories thro’ the ſky,

Diſpreſe the glooms, to grace the day,

And chaſe the wint’ry clouds away;

For you, the gay, the new-born year

Shall in her vernal robes appear,

The blooming beasuties of the ſpring

And friendship teach the Muſe to ſing.

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Say, what can ſooth the brow of care,a

And life’s rude breaches beſt repair?

Say, what its brighteſt joys refine,

And happiness with Wedlock join?

’Tis not the pompous glare of gold,

No, bliſs is oft for mammon ſold;

The ſordid mind in ev’ry ſtate,

Is poor, (’tis ſo decreed by fate)

’Tis mutual friendship, mutual love,

A ſacred ſpark dropp’d from above,

A pure, etherial, gen’rous flame,

A much diſhonour’d, injur’d name,

Prophanj’d too oft—yet where ’tis found,

Peace and content are ſmiling round.

May this be yours, and as your days

Increaſe, and time runs on his race,

Still may it deeper ſtride its root,

And then ’twill bear you precious fruit;

’Twill ſooth and ſoften ev’ry woe,

When in a painful path you go,

Refine your bliſs, each joy exalt

And kindly cover every fault;

’Twill baniſh diſcord far away,

And make each morn your wedding day.

But Oh! reflect, ſublunar bliſs,

The higheſt earthly happineſs,

The ſummit gain’d, muſt ſoon decay,

Muſt fade, and droop, and die away;

Death at one ſtroke, will lay it low,

And ibd thoſe joys no longer flow;

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Then ſeek thoſe pleaſures which endure

For ever vaſt, for ever ſure;

Immortal ſouls ſhould pant for joys

At God’s right hand in paradiſe;

Where interruption cannot come,

But life and bliſs for ever bloom:

There may you meet, in that great day,

When heav’n nad earth ſhallpaſs away,

Arra’d in white, the bridal dreſs

Of Jesus’perfect righteouſneſs,

And at the marriage supper prove

The wonders of redeeming love.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Collier, A Congratulatory Ode and Acrostic On Their Marriage.

W here, gentle muse, doſt thou abide?

I f on Parnaſsus verdant ſide,

L eaf crown’d, or in the flow’ry dell,

L owly recluſe, thou lov’ſt to dwell:

I nſpir’d by friendship, come away

A nd cheerful gratulations pay,

M elodious as the warbling lark, of ſofter linnet’s


A s dew-drops ſarkling o’er the lawn,

N ew from the eye of roſy morn

D iſtills with each ſecceeding dawn;

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A s Pheobus keeps a confident pace,

N or tires amidſt his glorious race,

N or ſtops till in his noontide hour,

E arth glows beneath the genial pow’r.

C ome thus, ye heav’nly ſhow’rs, ye dews

O f grace and mercy, and diffuſe

L ove, and joy, and peace around,

L et the pair by Hymen crown’d;

I n the beſt of gifts divine

E ver proſper, ever ſhine,

R ich i the gracious ſmiles of heav’n benign.

Hail! gentle pair,

Made one in Hymen’s ſacred bands,

Untied hearts, united hands:

Long may you ſhare

Domeſtic happineſs, and prove

The ſweetneſs of connubial love,

Founded on its ſtrongeſt baſe,

Deeply comented by grace,

Thus will ſoften ev’ry woe,

If painful paths you go.

Calm each ſtorm, for ſtorms oft riſe,

Pilgrims know, below the ſkies:

May your Father’s eye

Ever watchful, guard you round;

May his liberal hand

Plenteous bleſsings on you pour

Bleſsings of the uper ſky;

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Bleſings of the fruitful vale,

Till with truth and mercy crownj’d;

Ev’ry ſtorm and tempeſt o’er,

Soft and gentle be the gale,

Wafts you to the happy land,

Where the ranſom’d of the Lord,

Tune their harps, and ſing his prsiſe.

Worthy he to be ador’d,

God of love, and God of grace.

I2 I2v (116)

To Mr. and Mrs. Drew, On Their Marriage

As o’er yon weſtern hills the ſetting ſun

Gilds the gay horizon with orient gold,

And darts reſplendent luſtre thro’ the blue

Expnaſe of heav’n, drinking the new fall’n ſhow’r

That lately gliſen’d on the graſsy mead,

Like the lind drops the eye of morn diſtills,

When firſt ſhe riſes from her ſoft repoſe.

The blaze of noon is o’er, nature refreſh’d

Welcomes the gentle ev’ning, whoſe gay robe,

Shining with gold and prple, bids expect

Not ſo ſhall youht, more welcome than the laſt.

So may your eve of life, my friends, glide on

In gentle peace, crown’d with the ſhining beams

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Of that bright sun, that glorious fount of light,

From whom refulgent Sol his rays receives,

And worlds unnumber’d, drink their glories in:

Chear’d by his preſence, may the painful thought

Of paſt afflictions, vaniſh from your mind,

And all your future happy hours be bleſt

With ſweet enjoyment of the God of love,

And the pure pleaſures which muſt ever flow

From friendship undiſguis’d: friendship ſincere,

Solid, like yours, on firmeſt baſis built,

Matur’d by time, on and ripen’d by the breath

Of ſmiling Hymen, (Hymen here ſhall ſmile,

With rational delight) he oft runs mad

With giddy youth, whoſe wild romantic flame,

Too unſubſtantial to endure—a flaſh

Expiring with the torch that bade it glow.

Not ſo ſhall yours, the lambent flame ſhall riſe,

And ſtill increaſing as your days increaſe,

Shall warm your hearts with ſocial happineſs:

Sweet ſoft’ner of life’s rude anxieties,

Mutual ſupport ſhall well ſuſtain the load

Time’s heavy hand lays on declining years,

Alleviate pain; and tender ſympathy

Shall make each other’s care beſt half its own.

So may your days paſs on, ſerenely calm,

Unruffled by a ſtorm, and preſent peace,

A kind preludium prove to future joys;

That when the ſun’s bright beams are ſet i night,

And time ſhall throw his ſcythe away, and yield

The imperial ſceptre to eternity,

Ye then may meet among the ranſom’d throng,

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And at the marriage ſupper of the Lamb,

Set and partake the bouties of the feaſt,

And ſhare the bridegroom’s joy, in that bright workd

Where ſorrow enters not, but love and peace

Reign in full meaſure, and triumphant ſongs,

Proclaim the wonders of redeeming Love,

Thor’ ſpace unlimited—the concave rings

With Worthy is the Lamb, of praiſe and pow’r

There may ye walk array’d in robes of light,

And talk of Jesu’s dying love to men,

May quaff immortal pleaſures—from the tree

Of life eternal, pluck ambrſial fruit,

While everlaſting ages roll along,

Crown’d with salvation as the sons of God.

I4r (119)

An Epithalamium;

or, Wedding Song, Addressed to Mr. and Mrs. A――――y.

Gentle Muse, awake and ſing,

Hither bring thy ſofteſt lay,

Touch the viol’s ſweeteſt ſtring,

To record the happy day:

Riſe, O sun, divinely bright,

All thy radiant beams diſplay,

All thy faireſt, pureſt light,

Crown the honours of the day.

Happy pair! in ſilken bands,

Smiling Hymen, wedded love,

Union bleſt of hearts and hands,

be your union ſeal’d above;

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From the bounteous hand of heav’n,

May abundant ſhow’rs deſcend,

Love, and Joy, Peace be giv’n,

And your future hours attend.

As the circling years roll on,

May your happinsſs increaſe,

May the bliſs this day begun,

Never faulter, never ceaſe;

Hand in hand in wiſdom’s ways,

May your path thro’ life be trod,

Guided by the hand of grace,

Favour’d with the ſmiles of God.

Should a thorny path appear,

Gloomy clouds o’erhang the ſky,

Fear not, there’s ſalvation near,

Lo, a Savior’s ever nigh;

On before you he will go,

angel of the cov’nant ſtill,

Strong to conquer ev’ry foe,

Strong to guard from ev’ry ill.

Mutual Love, ſweet ſympathy,

Kindly ſoothing ev’ry care,

Keep your life from diſcord free,

Each the other’s burden bear;

While your Father’s gracious eye,

And his providential hand,

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Ev’ry want ſhall well ſupply,

Till you in his preſence ſtand.

Then around his glorious throne,

Hand in hand to ſing his praiſe,

On his head to ſet the crown,

Bleſs him thro’ eternal days:

O may this your portion be;

Happy pair, ye ſhall prove

Genuine, rich felicity

Here and in the realms above.

I5v (122)

A Meditation on Redemptions.

Wisdom divine, O aid me while I ſing

The boundleſs wonders of redeeming love!

A theme ſo grand, what mortal thought can trace,

Or unafflicted, ſoung the might deep,

Where length, and depth, and breadth, are ſwallow’d up

In ocean fathomleſs? thou might love,

Surpaſsing knowledge, angels know thee not

In full dimenſion, tho’ celeſtial beings:

How then ſhall I, a child of duſt, a worm,

A creature of a day, explore thy wonders?

wisdom divine, O aid my veentrous ſong;

To thee, I call, nor other muſe invoke;

Thou only art ſufficient to inſtruct

To purge the darkſome films that cloud the ſight,

And chacechase my native ignorance away.

Come heav’nly Light, thou sun of righteouſneſs,

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With thy delightful love-inspiring beams,

Ariſe and ſhine in beauties all thine own

Upon my raviſh’d heart, that at thy feet,

In humble, awful wonder and delight,

My ſoul may lowly bow, and worſhip there,

The myſtic ſelf exiſtent Deity.

Shine on my mind, good spirit from on high,

And let the meditations of my heart

Be influenc’d by thee; guide thou my pen,

While I record Immanuel’s precious name,

And ſing of all his dying love to man.

Thou mighty Savior, where ſhall I begin

To trace thy wonders! can eternity

Spread a deep veil upon thy boundleſs love?

No! through eternity I look, and view

My name engrav’d upon Immanuel’s breaſt.

I ſee thee thron’d in majeſty ſublime,

The self-existent jah! and lo, thine heart

Glows with an ardent flame of love to me,

When they great fiat bade a world ariſe,

With wond’rous beauty crown’d, and from the duſt

A noble creature form’d, and call’d him Man,

And on his ſoul ſtamp’d immortality:

How burſt thy glories forth, and all the God

Shone in creation’s mighty work, when ſin had marr’d

Thy fair creation, ſpoil’d thy creature man,

I ſee thee from thy lofty throne deſcend,

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Where burning ſeraphs hymn thy glorious name,

And manifest in flesh on earth appear:

Angelic voices ſung the Savior’s birth,

And hail’d Messiah, conſecrated King!

Thou in my place, my room, and ſtead, appear’d

To bear my ſin’s accumulated load

Of guilt and ſhame, of agony and death,

In thy own body, on the curſed tree.

See, O my ſoul, thy bleeding Savior ſee,

In ſad Gethsemane, bending beneath

The weight of ſin and ſorrow not his own;

See from the garden to the judgment-hall

Of throned Herod, where his back endures

The ſtripes, the chaſtiſement, the heavy ſcourge,

Due to thy great rebellion: ſee him ſtand

The meek and lowly Lamb; nor only ſo,

But heaven’s Almighty, everlaſting King,

Bound to a pillar, ſmarting under ſtroles

By creatures hands inflicted; trace him thence,

In ſad progreſsion on to Golgotha;

There view him hanging on the uplifted cross,

Th’ imperial ensign of the chriſtian world:

Behold his veins out pour a crimſon flood:

Behold him ſigh in anguiſh infinite:

Behold the floodgates of Almighty wrath

Set open wide, all all their treſur’d ſtores,

Pour’d like a deluge on the Savior’s head,

In ſuch a ſea, ſo long, ſo broad, ſo deep,

That finite knowledge ne’er can fathom it,

But O thou bleeding Lord, thou ſlaughter’d Lamb,

Thro’ thy rich grace, I know ’twas all for me:

The ſun aſham’d to ſee his Maker die,

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Hung his bright head in black, untimely night,

Appall’d the ſons of men with ſtrange diſmay.

There hung my Savior, and my sacrifice,

A whole burnt-offering offered up to God,

A righteoud Savior, ſuch an offering,

That in the noſtrils, of the great I am,

Smells infinitely ſweet. Behold in him,

Jehovah is well pleas’d: no anger now

Dwells in his boſom, to the happy ſouls

Redeem’d by blood. Thus fav’d by boundleſs grace,

Lift up your eyes, ye follow’rs of the Lamb:

And thou, my ſoul, behold thy riſen Lord,

Your righteous advocate, your great salvation.

When ſunk in fears, and boubts, and griefs, O think

He lives to plead you cauſe before the throne.

Remember God hath ſworn, as on the earth

No more deſtroying waters ſhall prevail,

So hath he ſworn, that on the ſons of grace,

No ſtorms of wrath ſhall fall, at his right hand:

The rainbow of the better covenant,

Jesus, the surety ſtands; he ſpreads his hands,

His pierced hands; he points to Calvary,

And ſays, Remember, Father, how I died,

And ſhed my blood for ſinners. Pleas’d he hears

And liſtens to the Well-beloved’s voice,

For righteouſneſs and peace are ſweetly join’d,

And truth and mercy reconcil’d in him.

O may we ſo remember him, and view,

When riſing ſtorms affright us, that dear pledge,

That faithful witneſs; ſo by faith behold,

That through the ſtorms of life, the vale of death,

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We may hold faſt our confidence of hope,

And as we journey through this wilderneſe,

Find him our guide and pilot all the way.

Till Jordan paſt, to that good land we come,

Which flows with milk and honey, food divine.

The pilgrim’s reſt is there, his final reſt;

There blooms the tree of life, life without death,

Joy without ſorrow, pleaſure without pain,

Saints without ſin and Chriſt without a croſs.

There the redeem’d, the ranſom’d of the Lord,

Shall freely baſk in pleaſures all divine:

There they ſhall prove the heights and depths of grace,

What Jesus puchas’d, and what God can give,

Through countleſs days, through years of young delight,

Unnumber’d ages, vaſt eternity.——

But ſtop, my ſoul, let thy attentive mind,

Return and dwell upon that wond’rous word,

All-gracious and divine, which from the lips

Of thine expiring Lord, broke ſweetly forth:

There’s muſic in it, melody more ſoft,

Than dwells on angels tongues, when fir’d with love,

They tune their ſongs, to praiſe the great I am:

O [’tis a word can chear the drooping heart,

Diſpel the gloom of black deſpair, and lay

The loudeſt ſtorm, to calmeſt, ſweeteſt peace,

And turn the dardeſt night, to brighteſt, fareſt day.

’Tis finish’d, faith thy dying Lord, O hark!

And let ſweet echo catch the gentle ſound,

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And waft, ’tis finish’d! back upon thine ear.

Here, then believer, on this tree of life

Grows all thine happineſs, celeſtial fruit;

By Jesu’s death, the righteous law no more,

Denounces curſes on thy ransom’d head;

He died a curſe, to take thy curſe away,

Cancel thy ſins, blot out thy treſpaſses;

And by the merit of his ſacred blood,

Atonement ample, ſatisfaction full,

Yea more than adequate for all thy crimes,

To justice nfinite bring in and pay.

Thy debt is finish’d then, God at his hands,

Hath payment full receiv’d, and aſks no more,

But gives thee full ecquittance, free diſcharge.

Rejoice, ye heav’ns, and let the earth be glad!

While ſacred truth declares the joyful ſound

Of juſtice satisfy’d, of wrath appeas’d,

And sin forgiven through a Savior’s blood.

Nor only ſo, but righteousness divine,

Eternally complete is now brought in;

Thy Surety’s ſpotleſs nature, holy life,

Gave ſuch obedience to the righteous low,

As magnify’d and rais’d its honours high,

from the horrors of his his glorious robe,

He to thy ſoul imputes, and lo well pleas’d,

The Father vies thee in his beſt lov’d son,

And ſees thee all complete: he gracious ſmiles,

And in his hand holds out a ſtarry crown,

To grace thy temples; that celeſtial bleſs,

The righteouſneſs of God, demands for thee,

Who in this fine white linen art array’d.

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What bold accuſer now dares bring a charge

Of condemnation? who ſhall dare condemn

Whom God acquits? ’tis God that justifies,

’Tis the annointed Savior, who redeem’d,

And bought his people with ſo dear a price,

’Tis he abſolves their guilt, and ſmiles again,

In mild complaiſance, reconcilement ſweet.

Nomore can ſatan urge his cancell’d claim;

His claim from ſin aroſe, that put away,

The awful debt diſcharg’d, the jailer’s pow’r

Ceases of courſe, the reſcu’d priſoner,

The ranſom’d debtor may of right demand

Delivernce from his pow’r, from chains and woe,

Sav’d from the horrors of his prſon-houſe,

By grace unfathom’d, mercy all divine.

And here, believer, may thy ſoul rejoice,

Jesus hath bruis’d the ſerpent’s head, hath cruſh’d

And ſpoil’d him of his pow’r, hath ſnatch’d the prey,

The lawful captive from his dreadful jows

own with full ſalvation, boundleſs ſtores

Of grace on earth, and glory in the ſkies;

For by thy Surety’d death, the gates of heav’n

Are wide expanded to receive thy ſoul

No more cherubic fires wave awful round,

To guard the bliſsful paradiſeof God,

And thine approach forbid; for lo, a new,

A living wond’rous way is open wide,

Through a Redeemer’s ſide, to all the bliſs

Which crowns our better Eden, where the tree,

Of life immortal grows, whoſe ſacred fruit

We may pluck off unchid, and eat, and live

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A life divine, among the ſons of God,

Bleſs’d with our Father’s preſence, joys ſublime,

And ſweet communion with the God of love;

Nor fear a ſecond fall. Thou matchleſs friend,

Thou great immortal lover of my ſoul,

Say, with what ſongs ſhall I approach thy throne,

Or how adore thee in triumphant praiſe?

O thou who died in agony extreme,

O thou who rose victorious over hell;

My Savior and my God, teach me to ſing

Thy boundleſs glories in immortal ſtrains.

Let heav’n and earth a joyful anthem raiſe,

Let ſeraphs hymn thee, and thy ſaints adore:

In ſongs of grateful praiſe, let echo catch,

And waft the joyful found from pole to pole.

Bear it, ye winds, in your loud roar to heav’n

And gentle zephyrs on your ſilken wings.

Let univerſal nature ſhout aloud

In one grand chorus to exalt thy name,

And ſpread redemption’s mighty wonders far,

From eaſt, to weſt, from north th ſouth, till time

Expires, then everlaſting years

Shall ſwell the triumphs of redeeming love.

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Meditations on Part of the Song of Solomon.

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Meditations on Part of the Song of Solomon.

Let him kiſs me with the kiſses of his mouth, V.I. Thou who art the eternal Jehovah, who art God over all, bleſsed for ever, whoſethrone is in the heaven of heavens, and who yet condeſcendeſt to dwell with the children of men, even in the hearts of thy ranſomed thou Son of Man, who art the ſhepherd of Iſrael, and the keeper thereof, who having made peace with the blood of thy croſs, art exalted to be the prince of peace: thy name is wonderful; thou art become Immanuel, God with us, and in thee dwelleth all the fullneſs of the Godhead bodily: viſit me with thy Salvation, O thou, who art the the Savior of ſinners; thou who haſt loved me, and given thyſelf for me; K3 thou K3v 134 thou art my heavenly bridegroom; thou haſt purchaſed me, at the infinite price of thy blood, and betrothed me to thyſelf in everlaſting loving-kindneſs, in righteouſneſs, faithfulneſs, and truth; but I dwell in a howling wilderneſs, ſurrounded with dangers, and many diſcomforts: O lift up the light of thy countenance on me, and bleſs me with the conſolations of they ſpirit, for thy love is better han wine: becauſe of the favour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment poured forth, thou art the repairer of the breach, thou art the ſavior of our ſouls; thy blood is the precious balm of Gilead, that alone is able to cure all the feſtering ſores of ſin: thy righteouſneſs is the robe, in which, being clad, we are found complete; thy ſpirit is the oil of gladneſs, with which thou anointeſt us; from thee, thou fountain of all bleſsedneſs, flows all the ſweet ſtreams of pardon, and peace, reconciliation, juſtification, ſanctification, preſervation, and glorification; therefore is thy name as ointment poured forth, and becauſe of this, do the virgins love thee; thoſe who ſee they are complete in thee, rejoice in thee as their ſalvation, they triumph in a Savior’s name: O how ſweet is the name of Jesus, when pronounced by his spirit to the ſoul; then we cry our, Whom have I in heaven but thee, and there is none upon earth that I deſire in compariſon of thee. But when that bleſsed spirit withdraws his divine influence, when Jesus turns away his face, we cannot ſee him, we no longer delight in his name, nor rejoice in his love; our affections freeze, winter ſpreads his cold dominion over our hearts, and we find, without him, we can do nothing: draw me, therefore, O thou almighty Savior, with the cords of thy K4r 135 thy love, and my ſoul ſhall run after thee: let thy quickening ſpirit continually breathe the life of God into my heart, and I ſhall live to thee.

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. What is man, that he ſhould be clean, and he that is born of a woman, that he ſhould be righteous? I am vile, born in ſin, and conceived in iniquity; I have been drinking up iniquity like water, and am altogether black as hell; my father was an Amorite, and my mother an Hittite, and therefore had no right to the hea— venly Canaan: I was a poor babe caſt out, not waſhed from my built and filth, naked and ſtripped of all; and not only ſo, but wounded, having fallen among thieves; they had left me more than half dead, in this condition, this lamentable condition: (and yet alas, no eye pitied me) but when Jesus paſsed by, he ſaw me, he took compaſsion on me, and when I was in my guilt, in my ſin, and pollution, he bid me live. be aſtoniſhed, O my ſoul, at this wonder of grace, the eternal Three entered into a covenant-engagement to deliver my ſoul, and in conſequence of this, Jesus thoroughly purged away my guilt with his own blood; he covered my nakedneſs with his own robe; anoited me with the oil of his ſpirit, and ſhod me with the preparation of the goſpel of peace; he hath fed me with the bread which came down from heaven, and with honey out of the living rock, and he hath pronounced me perfect, through the comelineſs which he hath put upon me: he who knew no ſin, was made K4 ſin K4v 136 ſin for me, that I who knew no righteouſneſs, might be make the righteouſneſs of God in him.

I am the roſe of Sharon, ſays Jesus, and the lily of the vallies; thou haſt redemption through my blood, the forgiveneſs of thy ſins: I am the expreſ image of the inviſible, whether they be thrones of dominions, principalities, or powers, all things were created by me were all things created in heaven and in earth, viſible and inviſible God, for I and my Father are one: all things conſiſt; and it pleaſeth the Father, that in me ſhould all fulneſs dwell. I have make thy peace with the blood of my croſs; I have loved thee, and laid down my life for thee; as the lily among thorns, ſo is my beloved among the daughters: I have waſhed thee and made thee white, I have made thee partaker of my na; ture, thou art a lily among thorns: all who have not received my grace, are thorns by nature: thou wert ſo once, but I have changed thy ſtate, and changed thy nature; thou art compleat in me, and I have adorned thee with the graces of my ſpirit; thou art all fair, I will ſee no ſpot in thee. This is the Savior’s language to his eſpouſed. And what ſhall I ſay unto thee, O my King and my God, as the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, ſo is my beloved among the ſons: thou art ſuperlatively excellent, my beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefeſt among ten thouſand: thou art King of kings, and Lord of lords, infinite in holineſs, glory, and majeſty: yea, thou art altogether lovely, every thing elſe is void of goodneſs, but thou art like a green K5r 137 green fir-tree, from thee my fruit is found. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem; I ſat down under his ſhadow with great delight, and his fruit was ſweet to my taſte: We ſpeak the things we do know, what out eyes have ſeen, and our hands handled of the word of life.

The voice of my beloved, Jesus ſpeaks, liſten, O my ſoul, to the kind words he pronounces. I have blotted out as a thick cloud, thy transgreſſions, and as a cloud thy ſins return unto me; for I have redeemed thee, I will heal thy backſlidings, I will love thee freely, for mine anger is turned away from thee; I will be as the dew unto Iſreal, he ſhall grow as the lily, and caſt forth his roots as Lebanon; his branches ſhall ſpread, and his beauty ſhall be as the olive-tree, and his ſmell as Lebanon. I give unto my ſheep eternal life, and they ſhall never periſh, neither ſhall any pluck them out of my hand. This is the voice of my beloved, his ſheep know it, they follow him: they know not the voice of ſtrangers, therefore they flee from them. The voice of my belvoved, behold he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, ſkipping upon the hills over all the mountains of unbelief, over all the hills of corruption, and difficulties: Jesus flies to thy relief, he will not tarry for ever; behold he cometh, he cometh to deliver thee from ſin and ſorrow: he cometh to recive thee in the arms of his love, to wipe away all tears from thy face; to conduct thee to the happy realms of K5v 138 of light and love, and to preſent thee to his Father, and thy Father, to his God, and thy God, without ſpot or wrinkle, or any ſuch thing: then the day, the perfect day will break: then the ſhadows ſhall be all fled away; thou now ſeeſt through a glaſs darkly, but then thou ſhalt behold him face to face: now thou art called to walk by faith, then thou ſhalt live by ſight for ever: now thu knoweſt but in part, but then thou ſhaaaaalt know, even as thou art known; the veil ſhall be entirely taken from thine eyes, and thou ſhalt behold the King in his beauty: thou ſhalt no more know affliction, temptation, nor deſertion, for there ſhall be no night there, the Lamb ſhall be thy everlaſting light; thou ſhalt behold his face without a cloud, and enjoy the brightneſs of eternal day. He which teſtifieth theſe things, faith, Surely, I come quickly, Amen, even ſo, come Lord Jesus.

Tell me, O thou King of ſaints, thou Lord of life and glory, thou good Shepherd of Iſrael, who haſt laid down thy life for thy ſheep, thou whom my ſoul loveth, O tell me where thou feedeſt, where thou feaſteſt thy children with divine manna, even with the bread which cometh down from heaven, which whoſoever eateth ſhall never die—where are the green paſtures to which thou leadeſt them by the ſtill waters, the rivers of life, which flow at thy right hand for evermore— tell me, O thou whom my ſoul loveth lead me into the way of peace, lead me into the ſame paſtures; feed my ſoul with that bread of life, leſt the journey be too great for me, and I faint by the way—therefore tell me, O thou whom my ſoul loveth, where thou feedeſt K6r 139 feedeſt, where thou makeſt thy flock to reſt at noon, when theſun of temptation, perſecution, and fiery trials, with unremitting fervor, beats on their weak defenceleſe heads, oppreſsed and fainting beneath the heat of his unfriendly ſhelter to ſcreen and defend from the heat of the day, and refreſh them with its cooling influence, when bowed down by the burthen of ſin, and the heavy load of ſevere affliction—where, O where doſt thou make them to reſt,—tell me, O thou compaſsionate friend of ſinners, for why ſhould I be as one that turneth aſide, why ſhould I wander from the good way?—

If thou know not, O thou faireſt among women, go thy way forth by the footſteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beſide the ſhepherd’s tent: Stand ye in the way, and ſee, and aſk for the old paths, whre is the good way, and walk therein, and ye ſhall find reſt for your souls.—:Thus ſpeadeth the good Shepherd, the great Prophet of Iſrael: he ſays, I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me: ſeek not from created things, that peace and propteſtion which they cannot afford; miſerable comforterters are they all! but look unto me, and be ye ſaved. Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you reſt. Art thou groaning under the burden of ſin? look unto me, I have made peace with the blood of my croſs: I have made an end of ſin, by giving myſelf a ſacrifice for it; I have brought in K6v 140 in an everlaſting righteouſneſs, whereby God can be juſt, and yet the juſtifier of ſuch an ungodly ſinner as thou art. Look then unto me, behold a Savior lifted up on the pole of the everlaſting goſpel: fall at the feet of my croſs, and thy burden ſhall fall from thy back, and thou ſhalt find reſt for thy ſoul; I give thee that peace, which the world can neither give nor take away.

Art thou fainting beneath the weight of ſevere afflictions, heavy oppreſsions, and fiery trials? O look unto me, my beloved, thou faireſt among women: thou art following me, bearing my croſs; thou art indeed climbing up a ſteep mountain of difficulties, where thou canſt find no refreſhment, nothing to ſuport or chear thy drooping ſpirit; but underneath thee are my everlaſting arms: look unt me, who am the God of all conſolation; all thy ſprings are in me, and out of my fulneſs, thou ſhalt receive grace for grace: as thou art ſuffering with me, thou ſhalt alſo reign with me: they that bear my croſs, ſhall wear my crown: behold the tender affection of my heart towards thee; behold the ſufficiency of my power to help thee; remember the great and precious promiſes I have given thee.—I am the faithful witneſs, I live to fulfil them to thee: as the laſting hills ſurround Jreruſalem, ſ ;o all the attributes of thy covenant God, are engaged to ſupport and deliver thy ſoul.—Theſe are ſome of the green paſtures where I feed my ſheep with heavenly manna; where they renew their ſtrength, and grow up as the calves of the ſtall.—Eat and drink, O my friend, abundantly, and let your ſoul delight itſelf in fatneſs: I am that God, who is thine eternal refuge—I am that Man, who K7r 141 who is an hiding-place from the wind, and a covetr from the tempeſt; as rivers of waters in a dry place, and as a ſhadow of a great rock in a weary land. Come then, unto me, O thou poor fainting diſciple, and put thy truſt under the ſhadow of my wings; I will refreſh thee with the new wine of my kingdom: I have ſpread a table, even in this deſert placee, this barren wilderneſs, where I will feed thee with immortal food; meet thee, and bleſs thee witht he bleſsings of my love.

This is the voice of eternal truth, of him like unto whom, never man ſpake. When he takes me into his banqueting houſe, when he lifts up the light of his countenance on me, and raiſes his banner of love over my ſoul, then the graces of his Spirit, flow into my heart; are ſtrengthened, and encreaſed by the ſmiles of his face: my foes diſappear, my ſins vaniſh away, and nothing, nothing appears to my view, byt Jesus the Savior, the friend and beloved of my ſoul, my heart diſsolves with unutterable delight, and I faint in the embraces of my crucified God. Thou art fairer than the children of men, O thou ſpouſe of my ſoul; grace is poured into thyt lips; all thy garments ſmell of myrrh, aloes, and caſſia.—I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye ſtir not up, nor awake my Love, till he pleaſe. Jesus hath taken up his abode in my heart: he lives and loves, and delights to dwell there. I charge you, O ye ſinful inclinations, ye tempeſtuous corrusptions of my nature, be ye ſtill, be ye huſh’d, if poſsible, into eternal ſilence: diſturb not, ye hateful intru- K7v 142 intruders, the repoſe of my Lord; grieve not his Spirit, nor awake him, till he pleaſe, My Beloved is like a Roe, or a young Hart: behold he ſtandeth behind our wall: it is our iniquities, thoſe curſed things, which only can ſeparate between us and our God. Jesus hath waſh’d them away from my ſoul, in that precious blood which cleanſeth from all ſin; yet alas, poor ſilly ſheep that I am, my heart is apt to wander from the good Shepherd, run away from his ſacred fold, and continually raiſing walls of ſeparation, which hides from me the comfort of his preſence, the compaſsion of his heart, and robs me of the joy of his ſalvation: but kind and faithful as he is, he remembers his covenant, he hates putting away: he will not give up his darling to the power of the dog, but tenderly bears with all my ingratitude, with all the various unkind affronts I am continually putting upon him; and though he is a God that hideth himſelf from the houſe of Iſrael, yet he will not go far away: behold, he ſtandeth behind the wall: he lookth forth at the windows, ſhewing himſelf through the lattice: wait then upon him in his appointed ways, his goſpel ordinances; they are but narrow lights, it is true, but Jesus the sun of righ teouſneſs, ſhews himſelf through them: he willmeet thee, and bleſs thee in them; and if thou getteſt but a glimpſe of his glorious perſon, if thou ſeeſt but the ſkirt of him whom thy ſoul loveth, it will ſweeten the hours appointed for thy pilgrimage here; and when they are elaps’d, K8r 143 elaps’d, when the tedious glaſs of life is run, and the laſt ſand ſpent, thy heavenly bridegroom will receive thee in the arms of his love, where ſin and ſorrow ſhall diſturb thee no more, for ever: but thou ſhalt more fully compregend that infinite love which dweels in the heart of him, whoſe nature and name is love.

O my Dove, ſays the Savior, that art in the clefts of the rock in the ſecret places of the stairs, I call thee a dove, for I have waſhed thee whiter than ſnow, though thou haſt laid among the pots; I have given thee wings of gold, and adorned thee with the meek graces of my ſpirit—thou art hid in the clefts of the rock, even in the wounds of thy compaſsionate Savior, ſo that no tempeſtuous wrath, no threatening evil, ſhall ever come nigh thee; thou art hid n the ſecret places of the ſtairs; I am that glorious ſtupendous ladder, which reacheth from earth to heaven, uniting God and man in my own perſon: I have hid thee in the hollow of my hand, and will keep thee as the apple of my eye; let me ſee thy countenance, let me hear thy voice, for ſweet is thy voice, and they countenance is comely; look unto me, by the faith of the operation of my ſpirit: call upon me in the time of thy trouble, I will deliver thee, and thou ſhalt glorify me: I delight to hear thy voice, though feebly liſping out the deſires of thy ſoul, or endeavoring to anticipate that which ſhall be thine eternal employment, even praiſe and thandſgiving to him who hath loved thee. Take us the foxes, the little foxes that ſpoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes; watch over thine own heart, O my beloved, take K8v 144 take heed of thoſe fores, thoſe ſubtle enemies, who are continually endeavouring to turn thee aſide from the narrow way, the way which leadeth unto life; to ſtop thee in thy race Zionwards, to quench the tender flame of my love which I have kindled in thy ſoul; to nip the ſweet graces of my ſpirit, which I have planted in thy heart, which ſhall bud and bloſſom, and bring forth fruit to my glory: beware of theſe foxes, theſe treacherous dealers; take heed of their wiles, leſt thou fall into their ſnares: I will ſtrengthen thee, I will uphold thee, yea, I will keep thee by the right hand of my righteouſneſs: all thoſe thine enemies, who will not have me to reign over them, I will bring them out, and ſlay them for mine own name’s ſake.

This is thy promiſe, O my King, and my God! help me to believe, and rely upon it: keep me under the ſhadow of thy wings, keep me as the apple of thine eye; I am a worm, and in me there is no might, but in the Lord Jehovah, I have righteouſneſs and ſtrength; yea, thou art the ſtrength of my heart, and my portion for ever; my beloved is mine, and I am his, he feedeth among the lilies; he is mine in the bonds of an everlaſting covenant; my Huſband, my Prophet, my Prieſt, and my King: his name is called upon me, all that he has is mine, his righteouſneſs, his wiſdom, his power and grace, his kingdom and glory, the bleſſings of the upper and the nether ſprings; he is all my own, and I am his, his by creation, his by his own eternal choice; he hath bought me with a price, and I am not my own, but the property of L1r 145 of him, who hath redeemed me with ſo vaſt a ſum, that Gabriel himſelf, muſt fail in computing it, throughout the countleſs ages of eternity, and with aſtoniſhment own it is ideed infinite—I am his, by another tie, I Havae ſurrendered myuſelf into his hand, I have committed my all to my Beloved, knowing he will keep it againſt that day,—Being bought with a price, Ilay myſelf at his feet, deſiring all that I am, and have, to be devoted to that Savior and Friend of my ſoul, who hath loved me with an everlaſting love, who eitll love me to the end, and be my God, and my guide and ſalvation, for ever. The Lord’S portion is his people, Jacob is the lot of his inheriteance. He ſays to his ſaints, I am thine inheritance, and portion for ever. He feedeth among the lilies, his throne is in the heaven of heavens; there he walketh among the white robed ſaints, who are perfectly delivered from the foul ſtains of ſin and corruption; that leproſy ſhall no more break out in them, the polluted houſe is broken down; they have weathered the ſtorm, and arrived ſafe at the haven of eternal reſt, and left every care, and every ſorrow behind for ever; they are ocntinuallyin the preſence of him, who is their all in all, enjoying the uninterrupted light of his bleſsed countenance, without a cloud between; they are eternally tuning their harps to his praiſe; caſting their crowns at his feet, filled with all that extatic bleſsedneſs which beatified ſpirits are capable of, in thoſe happy realms of light and love, and aſcribing ſalvation to God and the Lamb, for ever.

But this condeſcending Jesus, this Beloved of my ſoul, not only diſplays the bright abeams of his glory, L to L1v 146 to thoſe who have already taken poſseſsion of their heavenly inheritance, but he alſo walks in the midſt of the ſeven golden candleſticks, his church, which is yet paſsing through the wilderneſs; he feedeth among the lilies; he watches over and keeps her from the jaws of her enemies; he refreſhes her, and comforts her drooping ſpirits when ſhe is weary and faint; becauſe of the way; he ſometimes viſits her with a ſweet foretaſte of thoſe inexpreſsible, inconceivable bleſsings he has prepared for her future, her everlaſting conſolation, and every moment his eye is upon her for good. Until the day break, and the ſhadows flee away, turn my beloved, and be thou like a young hart, upon the mountains of Bether—until the day break, that eternal glorious day, which ſhall never ſet in night; that day, when King Jesus ſhall appear in his glory, not as he appeared at Bethlehem a meek and lowly babe; not as he appeared in Gethsemane, or on the mount of crucifixion, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief, but as the ternal Jehovah the everlasting God, in all his eſsential Majesſty and native ſplendour; a jealous God, taking vengeance on all that obey not his goſpel, and love not his name. But rejoice, O my ſoul, he will appear as thy Savior, thy ſacrifice, and friend; he will ſhine forth in all his mediatorial glory, as the Lord our righteouſneſe;—Then ſhall the heavens and the earth flee away; I ſhall meet my beloved, my espoused, in the air, and be for ever with the Lord: until this day break, and the ſhadows of time flee away, turn, my beloved thy countenance on me; liſten to the ceaſeleſ moanings of thy plaintive turtle dove; come over the rock and L2r 147 and riſing grounds of all my unworthineſs, and all my enemies, and be thou like a young hart, upon the Mountains of Bether.

My beloved ſpake, and ſaid unto me, Riſe up, my love, my fair one, and come away: riſe up from the death of ſin, to the life of faith and righteouſneſs; for I have loved thee, I have made thee fair in the comelineſs that I have put upon thee. Come away, come away, from ſin and ſatan; come away, come away from the world and its deluſive vanities; let thine affections ſoar up to thy Savior, who hath given himſelf for thee: for lo, the winer is paſt, the rain is over and gone, all the ſtorm was poured out on the ſurety’s head; his locks were wet with the dews of the night, that thou might be bleſsed with the ſmiles of the sun of righteouſneſs; The winter is paſt, the vernal ſeaſon appears, the flowers ſpring, the fruits ripen, and the voice of the turtle, charms the liſtening ear; ariſe, my love, ariſe my redeemed fair one, and cme away.

By night on my bed, I ſought Him whom my ſoul loveth, I ſought him,, but I found him not; the Sun of righteouſneſs, who was wont to ſhine upon my ſoul, and gild my happy hours with the bleſsings of peace, withdrew his divine and comfortable influences;—that precious Jesus, in whoſe favour is life; whoſe preſence filled my ſoul with heavenly day: In order to teach me that divine leſson, reſignation to his will; in order to bring me to his feet, as he did Abraham of old he turned away the ſweet ſhinings of his face from his L2 beloved Lrv 148 beloved, and ſuffered me to walk in the ſhadows of the night, without the directing light, without the reviving warnth of his bleſsed ſpirit; he drew a veil, a cloud of thick darneſs over his creation in my heart, and having loſt the quickening influence of him, who only can keep my ſoul awake, velvetſhod Morpheus ſhook his poppies over me, and forgetful of my Savior, forgetful of myself, I inſenſibly ſunk into the arms of ſpiritual ſlumber; but Jesus ſtood by, he beheld me ſtretched out on the bed of ſecurity, and kindly awaked me from that ſinful ſleep, that lethargic condition in which my ſoul was plunged. On my bed I ſought hin, him whom my ſoul loveth, for Jesus was ſtill the dleight of my heart; having drank of his ſpirit: having taſted of his love, nothing but the preſence of my eternal, unchangable immortal lover, can ſatisfy the vaſtdeſires of my ſoul, which aſpires after the bliſsful enjoyment of God, even my God, for ever: I ſought him , but I found him not; I looked for him, but I could not ſee him; I ſearched my heart, but he was not there; he had withdrawn from that temple where he delighted to dwell: and who ſhall ſhew me any good? lift thou up the light of thy countenance on me; I have ſlumbered and ſlept by the way, and my beloved is gone; where ſhall I find him? where ſhall I ſeek him? I will riſe from this fatal, drowſy ſtate, which has grieved my Beloved, and cauſed my Lord to turn away in diſpleaſure. I will ariſe now, I cannot, I muſt not delay, but while it is called to day, will ſeek after him, in whoſe favour is life, and at whoſe right hand there are pleaſures for evermore; I will ariſe now, and L3r 149 and go about the city; in the ſtreets, and in the broad ways, I will ſeek him whom my ſoul loveth: I ſought him, but I found him not Jesus the only wiſe God our Savior, uttereth his voice inthe ſtreets, he crieth in the chief places of concourſe, in the opening of the gates int he city he uttereth his words; thither I make my reſort, hoping to find my beloved, to hear his well known voice; to behold his auguſt adorable perſon, as coming from Bozrah with his garments dyed in blood, travelling in the greatneſs of his ſtrength; him that ſpeaketh in righteouſneſs, mighty to ſave:— I ſought him, but I found him not; his ways and ordinances, though ſome times delightful, are now but dry breaſts, and barren wombs, becusſe I cannot find my Savior in them. By the rivers of Babylon, now I ſit down, I hang my harp upon the willows, and cry out in my haſte, My Lord hath forſaken me, my God hath forgotten to be gracious. The watchmen that go about the city found me; to whom I ſaid, Saw ye Him, whom my ſoul loveth? Jesus hath appointed watchmen, who go about his Zion, telling the bulwarks thereol, who inſtant in ſeaſon, and out of ſeaſon, proclaim to the citizens of Jerusalem, Thy God reigneth: they ſaw my diſtreſs, they beheld the anziety of my heart, I enquired of them, Have ye ſeen my Lord? ſaw ye him whom my ſoul loveth? know ye which way he went, or where he takes up his abode? Tell me, O ye favoured embaſsadors, ye meſsengers of peace, that I may fly on the wings of the wind, And fall at his feet again; it was but a little that I paſsed from them, but I found him whom my ſoul loveth.

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When Jesus, by the ſecret influence of his ſpirit, convinced me that his ſervants were not able to help me, could not bring me to him after whom I was ſeeking, nor afford me that conſolation I vainly expected from them, but gave me tolook to the everlaſting hills, from whence cometh ſalvation, and from heart-felt experience to ſay, My expectation is from thee, O Lord, I found him whom my ſoul loveth. Jesus the Sa vior and friend of my ſoul, again whiſpered peace to his diſconſolate bride; again he returned to his throne in my heart, diſperſing my fears, ſubduing my foes, and giving me to exult in the favour of Him, who is the joy of angels, the glory of ſaints, in whom dwelleth all the fulneſs of the Godhead bodily: I held him and would ot let him go, taſting again the ſweet ſenſe of his love, I clung to his arms be the power of faith; Thou art my ſupreme and only good; O bind me, my beloved, by the ſweet bands of thy love, to the horns of the altar, the precious wounds of my Savior; that I may never depart from thy feet, never loſe ſight of that dear Immanuel, who is exalted as a prince and Savior, to bleſs me with the bleſsings of an ever; laſting covenant; in whom all my happineſs centers, in whom all my treaſures are eternally laid up: thou art my beloved, and thou art my friend; whom have I in heaven but thee, there is none upon earth I would deſire in compariſon of thee. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye ſtir not up, nor awake my love, till he pleaſe: let nothing diſturb the repoſe my Lord, he reſts in my arms, he abides in my heart. L4r 151 heart. I charge you, O ye indwellers there; I charge you that are round about me, that ye offend not my Savior, that ye grieve not his ſpirit, nor cauſe him again to depart in diſpleaſure.

Who is this that cometh out of the wilderneſs, like pillars of ſmoak, perfumed with myrrh and frankincenſe, with all powders of the merchant? Who is this that having been long impriſoned in the dreary confines of an howling wilderneſs, now abideth no longer in the tents of Kedar, but travelleth towards Zion, the city of the living God, like pillars of ſmoak perfumed with myrrh? ſhe is black, ſhe is polluted with ſin, a ſmoaking brand, pluched out of the fire, yet ſhe is adorned out of the treaſures of heaven, with fine linen, white and clean; yea, her garment is of wrought gold; her ſmell is as the ſmell of a field, well watered by the spirit from above. Jesus enquires, Doth he not know? yes, he declares, ſhe is his ſpouſe, his well-beloved, the very delight of his ſoul: he ſays of her, Behold thou art fair, my love, behold thou art fair, thou haſt dove’s eyes: I have waſhed thee, I have cloathed thee, I have ſanctified thee; thou haſt dove’s eyes within thy locks; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Mount Gilead; thy teeth are like a flock of ſheep that are even ſhorn, which came up from the waſhing, whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them: thy lips are like a thread of ſcarlet, and thy ſpeech is comely, thy temples are like a piece of a pomgranate within thy locks; thy neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, L4 whereon L4v 152 whereon there hand a thouſand bucklers, all ſhields of mighty men—thy breaſts are like two young roes that are twins, which feedeth among the lilies: until the day break, and the ſhadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincenſe: I will come unto thee, my beloved, and abide in thine heart for ever; I will viſit thee with the ſweet viſitations of my grace and favour, till the bright day of eternity bread; till every dark intervening cloud diſappear, and the ſhadows of night are diſperſed for ever; for thou art fairer and ſweeter in thy Savior’s eſteem, than whole mountains of ſpices, or groves of myrrh; yea, thou art all fair, my love, there is no ſpot in thee. Come with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana from the top of Shenir, Hermon, from the lion’s den, from the mountains of the leopards. Come my beloved, with thy Savior and King who hath loved thee, and betrothed thee to hisſelf, in an everlaſting covenant; O come with me, my beloved, from Lebanon, look from the things which are ſeen, and are temporal, to the things which though unſeen, are of eternal duration, and infinite: look from the deceitful pleaſures and deluding vanities of time, to the heavenly Jeruſalem, the habitation of my holineſs, the place where my honour dwelleth; where flows the water of life, and where that tree whoſe leaves are for the healing of the nations, blooms for ever; look from the lions dens, the mountains of the leopards: thy ſpiritual enemies are numerous and various, they rage and roar, threatening to devour thee; but look not to their power, their ſtrength, or their might, left thou faint under L5r 153 under a ſenſe of thy own weakneſs, and forget thy almighty Savior, who is engaged to deliver thee, whoſe everlaſting arms are underneath thee, who goeth before thee, and is thy rereward, and as a wall of fire round about thee: thine enemies ſhall fight against thee, but they ſhall not prevail, for I am with thee to ſave thee, and to deliver thee, ſaith the Lord, and I will deliver thee out of the hand of the wicked, and I will redeem thee out of the hand of the terible, thou ſhalt not be aſhamed, nor confounded world without end

A garden incloſed is my ſiſter, my ſpouſe; thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates:I am the careful huſbandman, I am the watchful gardener; I water thee with the waterings of my ſpirit, the gentle ſhowers of my reviving grace, the ſoft, the and ſweet dew of my bleſsing; I have planted my graces in thy heart, and will cauſe them to grow, to bud, bloſsom, and bring forth fruit, to the praiſe of the glory of my free grace; I will root up the weeds, and prune thy branches, and cut off whatever is not of my righthand planting, and make thee to proſper as the garden of the Lord, even as Eden, my antient delight: thou art inloſed in the arms of my love, I have fenced thee about with walls of salvation, this is a hedge no robber can break through, no beaſt of prey demoliſh, no ſubtle enemy undermine; it is built on a ſure foundation, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, it is firm as the rock of everlaſting ages, and ſhall endure to the days of eternity

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Awake, O north wind, and come thou ſouth, blow upon my garden, that the ſpices thereof may flow out.—Fragrant and ſweet as thou art my beloved, in the graces and precious things with which I have adorned thee, unleſs thu art continually watered by the ſhowers from above, every moment refreſhed by the quickening power of my ſpirit, thou wouldſt fade as the leaf, and wither as the roſe, and ſink into the cold benumbing arms of ſpiritual death, forgetjul of thy Savior, thyself, and thy home. Come then, my eternal, co-equal, co-eſsential spirit, breathe on my garden, that the ſpices thereof may flow out, breathe on my beloved with all thy chearing influence, quicken her faith, confirm her hope, inflame her ſoul with my pure, my holy love, increaſe in her ſoul, that deep humiliation and ſelf-abhorrence, which ſhall lay her in the duſt at my feet; ſhed thy divineſt rays on the beloved of my ſoul, and as I have cloathed her inwrought gold, and given her raiment of fine needle-work, do thou take of that grace which treaſured up in my fulneſs, adorn her, and make her all glorious within

Awake, O north wind, and come thou ſouth, blow upon my garden that the ſpices thereof may flow out.—Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleaſant fruits; I am thine, O thou Savior of ſinners; my bleſsed and adorable Jehovah Jesus, thine in the ſweet bonds of an everlaſting covenant: thou haſt bought me with a price, and L6r 155 and I am ſtill thy own, I am thy new creation, thy garden of delights: let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleaſant fruits: come into my ſoul O my King and my God, ſet up thy throne in my heart, there reign with the golden ſceptre of love, Lord of my ſoul without a rival: thou haſt adorned me with the graces of thy ſpirit, the peaceable fruits of thy righteouſneſs; Lord, I lay them all at thy feet, thine they are and not my own; take the glory, take the everlaſting praiſe, as all the work is thine, be thine the honour, for thou workeſt all our good works in us. O Lord, take up thine abode in my heart; O my beloved, and create it anew by thy power, that I may know thee, and the power of thy reſurrection.

I am come into my garden, my ſiſter, my ſpouſe, I have gathered my myrrh with my ſpice, I have eaten my honey-comb with my honey, I have drank my wine with my milk; eat O friends, drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved:” I have taken up my abode in thy heart, O thou faireſt among women, I have made it the palace where I delight to dwell, even an habitation of God, through the ſpirit, having waſhed thee in my blood, and made thee white in the fountain I have ſmelled the ſweet ſavour of thoſe precious graces, with thich I have perfumed thy ſoul: they are pleaſant to my eye, and ſweet in my noſtrils, I have feaſted with thee, my beloved, in the ſecret chambers; I have delighted in thee, from the days of eternity; I am that bread L6v 156 bread of life, that heavenly manna which came down from above, for the life of thy ſoul: feed on me, O my ſiſter, my ſpouſe; drink of the water of life, which I freely beſtow: whoſoever drinketh of thoſe living ſtreams, ſhall never thirſt again, they ſhall ſpring up in thy heart, as a well of water, unto etrenal life. Eat O my friend, drink, yea, drink abundantly: O beloved, receive out of my fulneſs, grace upon grace; be not content with a little, juſt to keep thee from ſtarving, but abundantly receive from my infinite treaſure, that grace which ſhall make thee ſtrong in the Lord, and in the power of his might, that thou mayeſt mount heavenwards, as on eagles wings; run with divine alacrity, thy heavenly race, be more than conqueror over all thy foes, and be filled with all the fulneſa of God: plenteous grace islaid up in thy Savior, I give it freely to them that need,—O come unto me, my friend, my beloved, look unto me by an eye of faith, and I will pour into thy empty veſsel, the bleſsings of peace, the ſweet treaſures of my love, and all the good things which were given thee in that covenant of peace, which is ſtedfaſt as the throne of God, ſettled in all things, and ſure: I came into the world not for my own ſake, but thine, O believer, that thou mighteſt have life, and that more abundantly

I ſleep, but my heart waketh, it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, ſaying, Open to me, my ſiſter, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the frops of the night L7r 157 I ſleep, alas, ſinful ſlumber hath taken hold of my ſoul, my drowſy powers relax, a heavy weight hangs upon my eyes, ſo that I cannot behold the ſun of righteouſneſs; preſses me down to the cold regions of earth, ſo that I grovel as a worm thereof: my chariot wheels are taken off which uſed to be as the chariots of Amminadab, ſo that I go ſlowly, heavily, mournfully on: I lag, and faint, and tire amid the heavenly road, and freeze in the benumbing chains of cold and barren winter. I ſleep, but my geart wadeth; ſtill, O my bleſsed and adorable Jesus, there is ſomewhat in my ſoul, which panteth after thee; that living, inward principle, which thou haſt imparted, a bleſsed ſpark of thine eternal flame, though covered with aſhes, though ſurrounded with death, ſtill it remains, ſtill it lives and glows, though with faint and feeble deſires, after a Savior, after Him whom my ſoul loveth—I ſleep, but my heart waketh: who is this that diſturbs my ſlumbers with repeated knockings? ’tis the voice of my Beloved, ’tis the voice of my Friend, of that ever faithful compaſsionate Jesus, who hath betrothed me to himſelf in everlaſting lovinglindneſs, in the bonds of a covenant which cannot be broken, although I have ungratefully ſtrayed from his boſom, where only peace and reſt is to be found—tho’ I have forſaken him, the fountain of living waters, and hewn out to myſelf ciſterns, broken ciſterns that can hold none of the water of life, yet behold he ſtandeth at the door and knocketh: her dealeth not with me as with one who hath broden wedlock, and ſhed blood: He cometh not in thundrs to alarm my ſoul, but gently knocketh at the door of my heart ſaying, Open to me L7v 158 me, my ſiſter, my love, my dove, my undefiled; though thou haſt wandered from me, yet thou art ſtill my own; I have loved thee with an everlaſting love: thou art ſtill my Beloved and the delight of my ſoul: thou art my undefiled one, though thou haſt again and again made thy garments filthy, and been weary of me thine eternal Lover; thou haſt not brought me the ſmall cattle of ofthy burnt-offerings, neither haſt not brought me the with thy ſacrifices. I have not cauſed thee to ſerve with an offering, not wearied thee with incenſe: thou haſt brought me no ſweet cane for money, neither haſt not thy transgreſsions, and as a cloud thy ſins: return unto me for I have redeemed thee.—

Open to me, O my ſiſter, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night:—behold me, who have laid the foundatins of the earth, and ſtretched the line upon it, who bringeth forth Mazeroth in his ſeaſon, and guideſt Arcturus with his ſons—behold me, bowed beneath the heavy load of thy iniquities, in the melancholy groves of ſhady Gethſemane, amid all the damp vapours of the night; and (be amazed at the thought) vindictive juſtice pouring floods of tempeſtuous, ſtormy wrath upon my head:—Justice ſtood forth and cried, Where’s the ſinner L8r 159 ſinner? where’s the rebel, who hath broken my laws, and brought diſhonour on the name of infinite Deity? and I, thy friend, thy surety, thy Savior interpoſed—I wo knew no ſin, was made ſin for thee; I was wounded for thy transgreſsions, I was bruiſed for thine iniquities, the chaſtiſement of thy peace was upon me, and with my ſtripes thou art healed. I am the man that hath ſeen affliction by the rod of God’s wrath: he hath bent his bow, and ſet me as the mark for the arrow; he hath cauſed the arrow of his quiver to enter into my reins; I was poured out like water, and all my bones were out of joint; my heart was like wax, my ſtrength was dried up like a potſherd; my tongue clave to my mouth, and he brought me into the duſt of death: is it nothing to you, all ye that paſs by? behold and ſee if there be any ſorrows like unto my ſorrow, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me, in the day of his fierce anger; my ſoul hath it ſtill in remembrance: with this great ſacrifice of myſelf, I reconciled God to thee: with the blood of my croſs, I made thy everlaſting peace; wrath hath forſook the throne, and grace, love, and mercy, reign for ever, mercy and truth have met together, righteouſneſs and peace have kiſsed each other: therefore open to me, my ſiſter, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My Beloved put in his hand, by the hole of the door, and my bowels wer moved for him: Jesus accompanied his word to my heart, by the power of his L8v 160 his spirit, and my affecttions ran out, after the Lord of my ſoul. I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had withdrwn himſelf, and was gone, my ſoul failed when he ſpake: I ſought him but I could not find him, I called him, but he gave me no anſwer. The Beloved, the delight of my ſoul was retired from my view; alas, I could not behold the light of his countenance, the joy of his ſalvation: I ſought him, but I found him not: I called him, but he gave me no anſwer. Where art thou, my Beloved, my Savior, my spouse? haſt thou caſt me off for ever? wilt thou no more be gracious? O Lord God of my ſalvation, I cry day and night before thee, for my ſoul is full of trouble, and my life draweth nigh unto the grave; thou haſt laid me in the loweſt pit, in darkneſs, in the deeps: mine eye mourneth by reaſon of affliction. Lord, all my deſires are before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee; my heart panteth, my ſtrength faileth me; as for the light of mine eye, it alſo is gone from me; Zion ſpreadeth forth her hands, and there is none to comfort her, yet the Lord is righteous, for I have rebelled againſt his commandments; behold O M1r 161 O Lord, for I am in diſtreſs, my bowels are troubled, my heart is turned within me, for I have grievouſly rebelled.

I called, but he gave me no anſwer, the watchmen that go about the city found me, they ſmote me, they wounded me. The miniſters of Jesus beheld my diſtreſs, but they afforded me no conſolation: they applied no healing balſom to ſoften the corroding anguiſh, and alleviate the ſorrow of my ſoul, but treated me with harſh and ſevere reproaches, and bitter words, which like ſo many daggers, pierce my heart, encreaſed my diſtraction, and almost ſunk me into the black gulph of deſpair: To whom ſhall I look? I have grieved by Lord, and he hath turned away in diſpleasure; he ſhutteth his ears againſt my prayers; where ſhall I go to find my Beloved, the consolation of Iſ rael, and desire of nations. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem (ye who like me, are ſeeking a Savior) if Jesus favours you with light of his countenance, if he takes you into the arms of his love, O remember, remember me, think upon me his forlorn bride; tell him, O tell him I am ſick of love; tell him the deſire of my heart is towards him; tell him I faint becauſe he is abſent, and let him not reſt till he return and bleſs me.

What is thy Beloved, more than another beloved, O thou faireſt among women? what is thy Beloved more than another beloved, that thou doſt ſo charge M us? M1v 162 us? My Beloved is white and ruddy; the chiefeſt among ten thouſand; he is the eternal and almighty God, whoſe goings forth have been from everlaſting: the Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, long-ſuffering, and abundant in goodneſs and truth: before his throne, the bright armies of heaven veil their faces, and ceaſe not day and night ſaying, Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty—fountain of light, of life, and love, poſseſsing the eſsential perfection of every good. He is the man, the exalted man, whom ſaints unſeen adore: he cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Boſrah, glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatneſe of his ſtrength: he goeth from conquering to conquer, mounted on his whiter horſe, and in his chariots of ſalvation: he is faithful and true, and in righteouſneſs he doth judge, and make war; his eyes are a flame of fire, and on his head are many crowns; he is cloathed with a veſture dipped in blood, and his name is called the Word of God: the armies of heaven follow him, and out of his mouth goeth a ſharp ſword, that with it, he ſhould ſmite the nations, and he ſhall rule them with a rod of iron; he treadeth the wine-preſs of the fierceneſs of the wrath of Almighty God; he hath on his veſture, and on his thigh a name written, King of kings,and Lord of lords; he is the lion of the tribe of Judah, which has prevailed: from the prey he is gone up? He ſtopped down, he couched as a lion, and as an old lion, who ſhall rouſe him up? He is not only thus awful in majeſty, glorious in holineſs, but he is alſo that meek and lowly Lamb, which God hath ap- M2r 163 appointed for a burnt-offering, a great and ſufficient ſacrifice for the ſins of his people; he offered up himſelf on that great altar, which ſanctifieth the gift, and now he appears in the midſt of the throne as a lamb newly ſlain; he is a great High-prieſt, for ever, after the order of Melchisedec, ſuch and High-prieſt as becometh us, who is holy, harmleſs, undefiled, ſeparate from ſinners, and made higher than the heavens; who not by the bloos of goats, or calves, but by his own blood, he once entered into the holy place, having obtaines etrnal redemption for us, and by one offering, for ever perfected them that are ſanctified; he is the mediator of the new teſtament, the great peace-maker between God and man: that bleſsed days-man who layeth his hand upon both parties, and hath found out a way by which God can be juſt, and yet juſtify ſinners believing in Jesus. He is the way, the truth, and the life; the way be which God can receive into his favour rebels who have ſinned and tranſgreſsed againſt him;—the way by which ſinners can come into the preſence of Jehovah, as to their reconciled, forgiving covenant God; and by the power of his Spirit, in the language of faith, call him, Abba, Father—the way by which they receive every covenant bleſsing in time, and by which they have abundant entrance adminiſtered to them, into the kingdom of their Beloved, the heavenly Canaan, the new Jeruſalem, the city of the living God, whoſe gates ſhall not be ſhut at all by day, and there is no night there, but the glory of God doth lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. He is the truth, that is his name; he is the faithful witneſs, God that cannot lie; the fountain of life, the author M2 and M2v 164 and giver of eternal life to his people: becauſe he liveth, they ſhall live alſo; he is their advocate in the court of heaven; he is one with the Father, and he ever lives ot plead their cauſe; he throughly underſtands the law; he well knows all their malicious accuſers, and is capable to anſwer all their allegations, and triumphantly bring off that poor ſinner, who commits his cauſe, though a bad one, into his hands. Satan ſays, That ſoul hath ſinned, ſhall it live? thou haſt ſaid the ſoul that ſinneth it ſhall dis; canſt thou be juſt, O God, and not execute this ſentence: but Jesus, our adorable advocate is by; he ſays, It is true, that ſoul hath ſinned, but I have died. Father, behold my hands, my feet, my ſide: Why was I crowned with thorns on Calvary? Why was I cruſhed beneath the weight of thy wrath? was it not for that ſoul that it might not periſh? all its iniquities thou haſt laid upon me; I have made my ſoul an offering for it’s ſins; thy juſtice is ſatiſfied, I have paid his debt—thy law is magnified, I have made it honourable, thou art a juſt God, therefore pardon and juſtify that ſinner; I have bought him at the price of my blood; I have taken away his filthy garments, and cloathed him with change of raiment. Father I will that he whom thou haſt given me, be with me where I am, that he may behold my glory: the Lord rebuke thee ſatan, even the Lord that has choſen Jeruſalem, rebuke thee: is not this a brand plucked out of the fire Thus ſatan is diſappointed, thus the ſinner is ſaved, and God for ever glorified in the ſon of his lve, whoſe name is called wonderful councellor, the everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace. He is Jesus, a Savior! no name ſo ſweet to the ears of a ſenſible ſinner; a name which can M3r 165 can bring peace to the diſtreſsed conſcience, and lay every ſtorm of guilt in the delightful repoſe of calm ſerenity: though we are continually wandering from thy fold like loſt ſheep, ſtill thy name is called Jesus; thou art an everlaſting Savior; this is my beloved, and this is my friend: O ye daughters of Jerusalem, is he not the altogether lovely

Whither is thy Beloved gone, O thou faireſt among women? whither is thy beloved turned aſide, that we may ſeek him with thee? ſince he is this all-glorious Savior, this adorable ſuperlatively excellent perſon, tell us, O thou his beloved and bride, whither he is turned aſide? wher he takes up his abode? that we may ſeek him with thee, that we may inquire after the knowledge of him, whom to know is life eternal; that we may partake of his ſaving benefits, receive out of his abundant fulneſs, and ſhare thoſe rich bleſsings he ſo freely beſtows.

My beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of ſpices , to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies; God is gone up with a ſhout, the Lord with the ſound of a trumpet; he is aſcended into the heaven of heavens, leading captivity captive, having received gifts for ſinners, even for the rebellious; he is enterd into the holy place, and ſat down on the right hand of the Majeſty of high: there he reigneth, there he walketh among his ſaints in light. Thoſe trees of righteouſneſs, who arelike green olives, and full of ſap, of his own right hand planting, whoſe pleaſant fruits are ſweeter than camphire, with trees of frankincenſe, myrrh, and aloes, with all the chief ſpices: there he M3 un- M3v 166 unfolds the bright beams of his glory, and diſplays the ſweet ſmiles of his face; yet he bows his ears to the cry of his beloved, who hath not yet arrived at that glorious haven of eternal reſt, but is ſtill like a ſhip in the midſt of the ſea, toſsed with waves, and contrary winds; he is the pilot: he ſetteth at the helm, and will ſteer her ſafe to the good port, the heavenly praiſe the Lord for his goodneſs, and for his wonderful works to the children of men: my beloved is mine, and I am his, he feedeth among the lilies.

Who is ſhe that looketh forth as the morning,fair as the moon clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? who but the beloved, the spouse, of Jesus, in whoſe heart the ſun of righteouſneſs is beginning to riſe; her light, her excellency and beauty ſhineth not forth at once, but when the day-ſpring from on high hath viſited her ſoul, ſhe ſhineth brighter and brighter, to the perfect day, going from ſtrength to ſtrength, and from glory to glory, till ſhe appear before the God of gods in Zion: ſhe is fair as the moon, for as that receives all its ſplendour from the ſun, ſo Zion the perdection of beauty, receives all her lovelineſs from the fulneſs of Jesus; and being filled with his grace, ſhines with bright celeſtial luſtre, in the midſt of a dark benighted world: but tho’ ſhe is bright, adorned with ſilver rays, ſhe is not altogethe a fair orb of light; many, too many dark ſpots of ſin abide in her heart, and appear in her converſation, yet though fair as the moon, ſhe is clear as the sun, without M4r 167 without ſpot or blemiſh, or any ſuch thing, being complete in Jesus, made white in the blood of her Beloved, and cloathed in the ſpotleſs; robe of his everlaſting, glorious righteouſsneſs; ſhe is as blameleſs, as ſinleſs, as perfectly righteous, as the great God-Man, Immanuel, the beloved of God, in whom his ſoul delighteth, and in whom he is eternally well pleaſed, who hath declared that ſatan had no part in him. This her glory is for ever the ſame, it neither waxeth nore waineth, nor is ſubject to change, but endures to the days of eternity, unſullied, undiminiſhed, brighter than the angels of light, thoſe fair ſons of the morning; ſhe is terrible as an army with banners, ſtanding with her loins girt about with truth, and haviang on the breaſtof righteouſneſs; her feet ſhod with the preparation of the goſpel of peace, and gaivng above all, the ſhield of faith, which is able to quench all the fiery darts of the devil: on her head, the helmet of ſalvation; in her hand, the ſword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying always, with all prayer and ſupplication. Thus armed and prepared for the battle, ſhe follows the great Captain of ſalvation, to a ſure and certain victory; ſhe wreſtles not only againſt fleſh and blood, buat againſt principalities and powers, the rulers of the darkneſs of this world, againſt ſpiritual wickedneſs in high places, but looking to Jesus her ſtrong deliverer, having on the whole armour of God, ſhe fights the good fight of faith, and is more than conqueror, through him who hath loved her; ſhe is terrible as an army with banners; her enemies fall before her, for he that is the mighty God of Jacob, hath promiſed M4 no M4v 168 no weapon formed againſt thee ſhall proſper; he ſaith, Fear not, for I am with thee, be not diſmayed, for I am thy God, I will ſtrengthen thee yea, I will help thee, yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteouſneſs; behold all they that were incenſed againſt thee ſhall be aſhamed and confounded, they ſhall be as nothing, and they that ſtrive with thee ſhall periſh; thou ſhalt ſeed them, and ſhall not find them, even them that conteded with thee; they that war againſt thee ſhall be as nothing, and as a thing of nought; for I the Lord the God, will hold thy right hand, ſaying unto thee, Fear not, I will help thee, fear not, thou worm Jacob saith the Lord, and thy Redeemer, the holy one of Iſrael: behold I will make thee a new ſharp threſhing inſtrument, having teeth; thou ſhalt threſh the mountains, and beat them ſmall, and ſhall make the hills as chaff; thou ſhalt fan them, and the wind ſhall carry them away, and the whirlwind ſhall ſcatter them, for all things are poſsible to him that believeth; and thou ſhalt rejoice in the Lord, and ſhalt glory in the holy one of Iſrael,

How beautiful are thy feet with ſhoes; O prince’s daughter, thou haſt dipped thy foot in oit: thy ſhoes are iron and braſs; yea, I have ſhod thee with the preparation of the goſpel of peace. Says Jesus, the Savior and friend of his church, It was impoſsible for thee to wald with me in a ſtate nature, becsuſe it is enmity againſt me: can two walk together , unleſs they are agreed? but I have not only ſlain that enmity by M5r 169 by the blood of my croſs, but have ſubdued the power of it in thy heart, bringing home to thy ſoul, that goſpel of peace which publiſheth ſalvation, which declares I am reconciled unto thee, by the ſacrifice of myſelf; having communicated to thy heart my goſpel grace, thou art not only able to walk, but run in the ways of my commandments: the dreary waſte, through which thou art travelling, abounds with burning ſands rough and uneven places, rugged ways, ſufficient to turn thy naked feet out of the way, and to thruſt thee down into the bottomleſs pit of inexpreſseble perdition; but I have given thee for ſhoes, the goſpel of peace, in which thou ſhalt tread on the necks of thin enemies; before it, the rough places ſhall all become ſmooth, and every mountain become a plain; ſafely may’ſt thou travel through an enemy’s land, till thou arriveſt on Immanuel’s groung; it is an everlaſting salvation, ſhoes that will never wear out

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderneſs, leaning upon her Beloved? I raiſed thee up under the apple tree, there thy nother brought thee forth, there ſhe brought thee forth that bare theeO my beloved, thou that art journeying from time to eternity, that art flying from Babylon the city of deſtruction, to that land overflowing with wine and oil, even the heavenly Jerusalem, the Mount Sion, the city of the living God: thou art not come to Mount Sinai, that burned with fire, and unto blackneſs and darkneſs and tempeſt, but thou art come to the general aſsembly and church of the firſtborn whoſe names are written in heaven; to the ſpirits of M5v 170 of juſt men made perfect, and to Jesus the mediator of the new and better covenant, to the blood of ſprinkling, which ſpeaketh better things than that of Abel, that cried from the earth for vengeance; this ſpeakpeace to the diſtrſsed conſcience burdened with guilt, afflicted with a ſenſe of ſin. Thou art coming up from a deſert place, barren of every good thing; a waſte howling wilderneſs, full of evils, ſurrounded with enemies: thou art weak and void of ſtrength, in thee is no might at all, but thou leaneſt on thy beloved, on him that is mighty to ſave: fear not then, thou worm Jacob, but ſtill repoſe on thy Savior’s boſom; caſt all thy fears, thy cares and burdens upon me: repoſe thy confidence in my faithfulneſs, willingneſs and ability to ſave: depend on my word which endureth for ever; remember my covenant which is ordered in all things and ſure, and ſtandeth eternally faſt—Look unto me, and be ye ſaved, O thou beloved of my ſoul, for I am the mighty God of Jacob, thy ſtrong Deliverer, thy Almight Friend: I raiſed thee up from that ſtate of ſpiritual death in which thou wert by nature immerſed; I ſaw thee in that iniquity wherein thou wert born; that ſtate of darkneſs, blindneſs and total depravity; a ſlave to thy own deceitful heart, led captive by the prince of the power of the air, the ſpirit that now worketh in the children of diſobedience.— I ſaw thee, I beheld thee in this forlorn, deteſtable, wretched condition: I ſet my love upon thee from the days of eternity; I looked nad there was none to help, and I wondered there was none to uphold; therefore mine own arm brought ſaalvationunto me; the angel of my preſenceſence M6r 171 ſence ſaved thee; in my love and in my pity, I redeemed thee and raiſed thee up in my own appointed time, from the death of ſin to a life of righteouſneſs: with a mighty hand, and a ſtretched out arm, exalting my throne in thine heart, my puchaſed poſseſsion—ſet me as a ſeal upon thine heart, and upon the palms of my hands: O ſet me as a ſeal upon thine, for love is ſtrong as death; yea, my love to thy ſoul is ſtronger than death, it hath combated with and overcome that tyrant; it has drawn his ſting, and broke his dart: My love is higher than heaven, and deeper than hell, it is from everlaſting and to everlaſting; it hath looked over all difficulties, and ſteemed them light, that it might redeem thee from the hand of thine enemies, of thoſe that hated and were ſworn to deſtroy thee, for the joy that was ſet before me, even of ſaving thy ſoul from death, of reſcuing thee out of the jaws of hell, I deſpiſed the ſhame nad endured the croſs, and am now ſet down in my heavenly kingdom, expecting to ſee of the travail of my ſoul, to divide the ſpoil with the ſtrong, and be abundantly ſatisfied with the reward of my labour: My love then is ſtronger than death, my jealouſy is cruel as the grave; the coals theeof are coals of fire which hatha moſt vehement flame I am a jealous God, I will not endure a rival in thy heart; I will not divide and give my glory to another: I will not be ſatiſfied with a divided heart: I muſt have all Behold M6v 172 Behold, my behold, what I have done; behold my beloved, how I have loved thee; how I have ſuffered and bled for thy ſins: I have betrothed thee to myſelf in everlaſting loving-kindneſs, in righteouſneſs, faithfulneſs and truth. Canſt thou, O canſt thou forget thy Savior; him who hath been a Huſband unto thee, and place thine affections on any thing elſe? I know thou canſt, thy heart is fickle, light and inconſtant as the waves of the ſea; but I will not have it ſo: I am a jealous God, I will hide the light of my countenance from thee; I will haedge up thy way with thorns, and make a wall that thou ſhalt not find thy paths: Though thou go after many lovers, thou ſhalt not overtake them, for they would lead thee to the pit of deſtruction: though thou doſt run away from me, thy Friend and Savior, yet my goodneſs and mercy ſhall follow thee all the days of thy life, and bring thee back to my feet, though with broken bones and an aching heart; for thou ſhalt find it a bitter thing to depart from the Lord thy God; yet I will allure thee and bring thee into the wilderneſs, and ſpeak comfortably unto thee; for how ſhall I give thee up Ephraim, how ſhall I deliver thee, Iſrael? how ſhall I make thee as Admah? how ſhall I ſet thee as Zeboim? my heart is turned within me; my repentings are kindled together: I will not execute the fierceneſs of mine anger, I will not return to deſtroy Ephraim, for I am God and not man, the Holy One of Iſrael in the midſt of thee

Many M7r 173

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; ſo vaſt, ſo ſtrong, ſo immenſe is my love to thee, ungrateful, unkind, and prone to backſlide as thou art, that neither earth nor hell can decreaſe or quench it; not all the affronts thy foolish heart is continually putting upon it, can prevent its infolding thee ſtill in its everlaſting arms: not all the floods of thine inquities, which wave after wave are continualy ariſing, can put a damp on that bright eternal flame, which burns, and ſhall burn for ever; it ſhall never go out, it ſhall never decay, but uninterruptedly continues the ſame: in thy joy, in thy ſorrow, in thy life and death, during the urmoſt period of time, and thoughout the infinite ſpace of an ever advanding, never ending eternity; whin thou ſhalt be ſwallowed up in that vaſt ocean of love divine which knows no bounds, which knows no ſhore, and ſhall be able to comprehend what is the breadth and length, the depth and height of that love of Christ which paſseth knowledge; being filled with all the fulneſs of God; for I am love, my nature and my name is love

Thou that dwelleſt in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cauſe me to hear it thou King of ſaints, and Lord of life and glory; thou good Shepherd of Iſrael, the Keeper thereof, who never ſlumbers, neer ſleeps; whoſe watchful eyes are continually upon me for good—Thou that dwelleſt in the gardens, thoſe bliſsful ſeats of everlaſting peace, where ſpotleſs purity and perfect love for ever reigns: thoſe upper chambers, thoſe M7v 174 thoſe heavenly manſions, where the cherubic legions bow before thee, and all the dazzling choirs of ſeraphims unite t chaunt thine everlaſting praiſe—where all the white robed ſaints, my elder brethren, receive that crown, that palm of victory which thou haſt purchaſed, which thou haſt promised in that copy of the heavenly records whcih thou haſt handed down to earth: they liſten to thy voice with delight; it fills their ſouls with extatic tranſprt, for the heaven of heavens is communion with thee; tou dwelleſt alſo in thy garden below, even in the hearts of thy ranſomed ones: there thou walkeſt, there thou takeſt up thine abode. O cauſe me to haer thy voice, unſtop my deaf ears, that I may hear the voice of Jesus my Beloved, ſpeaking in his word, ſpeaking to my ſoul by the ſecret influence of his eternal spirit, ſaying I have loved thee, I have laid down my life for thee: I am given for the covenant of the people. This is the way walk ye in it Incline my ears, incline my heart, O thou God of grace, to liſten with the moſt divine attention to the ſoft gentle whiſper of my Savior’s voice, that I may fall at thy feet in the obedience of faith, filled with wonder, love and praiſe, till time ſhall be exchanged for eternity, earth for heaven, and all the anxieties of this valley of tears, for the full fruition of eternal bleſsedneſs; when I ſhall put off this polluted garment of mortality, and be conveyed on the wings of miniſtering ſpirits to the boſom of my God, leaving my ſins, ſorrows and fears, behind for ever.—

O then make haſte, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of ſpices: M8r 175 ſpices: why are thy chariot wheels ſo long a coming? make no long tarrying, O my God, but quickly bow thine heavens and come down; ſpeed away the moments on theor ſwifteſt wings, and haſten that bleſsed, that delightful period, when the great angel of the covenant, who ſtandeth on the earth and on the ſea, ſhall lift up his hand to heaven, and ſwear by him that liveth for ever and ever, that time ſhall be no longer.

How long wilt thou delay, O thou Savior of ſinners? how long ſhall thy forlorn bride mourn in the wilderneſs? Riſe, O thou bright eternal Sun of Righteouſneſs; diſperſe the dark ſhadows of night, and haſten the dawing of that eternal day, when the heavens ſhall be rolled up a a ſcroll, the earth depart for ever, when thy redeemed ſhall lift up their heads with joy, knowing their complete redemption draweth nigh; all that meet thee in the air with ſongs of triumph, ſaying, This is our God, we have waited for him; this is our beloved, our redeemed and friend; then ſhall the ranſomed of the Lord return and come to Zion with ſongs and everlaſting joy upon their heads: then ſhall they obtaing joy and gladneſs; and ſorrow and fighting ſhall flee away for ever.

O quickly let thy chariot wheels appear,

Darting bright beams of glory thro’ the air;

Bid the Archangel ſound, bid worlds draw nigh,

To meet the awful Judge enthron’d on high:

And M8v 176

And while confuſion, wrath and woe are hurl’d

Withdreadful uproar, on a guilty world,

Thou wilt unfold the glories of thy face,

In full meridian on thy choſen race;

They ſhall with joy behold, with joy confeſs

Their Savior-God, the Lord their righteousness!

And full of thee, for ever ſhall remain,

Live in thy life, and in thy glory reign:

With loving heart and grateful voice ſhall raiſe

A tuneful chorus of ſeraphic lays,

Eternal anthems of eternal praiſe.

Thro’ the wide arches of the courts above,

While all their theme, and all their bliſs is love.

Christ N1r (177)

An Ode

Written at the Request of a Friend.

Let univerſal nature bring,

An humble tribute to her King,

Jesus, the God, who bade the earth

Exiſt, and gave creation birth.

High on his glorious throne he reigns,

And all the bright etherial plains

Reſound the triumphs of his name,

Lo! glad archangels ſhout his fame:

With harps of gold, the ranſom’d throng

Exulting, ſwell the choral ſong;

Still higher let your notes ariſe:

Ye winged armies of the ſkies;

Adore him through eternal days,

With growing ardour, boundleſs praiſe.

Praiſe him, bright Sol, refulgent king of day,

When thy firſt riſing beam diſpels the night,

When from thy flaming car, the noontide ray,

Pours on the univerſe a flood of light.

The moon and ſtars ſhall catch the glorious theme:

Hear it, ye planets, as ye roll along

In boundleſs ſpace; delighted, hear of him,

And join to praiſe him in a noble ſong.

N Ye N1v 178

Ye little warblers of the grove,

Ye his care and kindneſs prove

As ye fly from ſpray to ſpray

Join the univerſal lay.

Ye who rove the foreſt thro’

His kind hand provides for you.

’Tis by his almighty power

Lambkins bleat, and lions roar,

Earth, and ſeas, and air, unite,

Gloomy darkneſs, orient light:

Roſy ſummer, chearful ſpring,

Sheav-crown’d autumn too ſhall ſing,

Winter with his ſtormy face,

Shall adore the God of grace,

Every ſeaſon, every thing,

Bleſs the great immortal King.

Low at the feet of Jesus, they ſhall fall,

And own him God, and ſovereign Lord of all.

Saints redeemed by his blood,

Sing your great redeeming God.

Come, Philander, join the lay,

Help his glories to diſplay:

Let us raiſe our voices higher

Than the great angelic choir;

They adore their Maker-God,

But we bleſs him for his blood,

He is theirs, and he is ours,

Praiſe him with thy nobleſt powers.

Christ N2r

Christ All in All

Whither ſhall I go, but unto thee, O Lord? thou haſt the words of eternal life, thou art life, and in thee it is I live and move, and have my being; I am a poor ſtranger in this workd, and a traveller, as all my fathers were, journeying from time to eternity, from this vale of tears, this region of ſin and ſorrow, to the heavenly Jeruſalem, the mount Sion, the city of the living God, whither my great Forerunner is already entered, even Jesus, to prepare a place for me: that is my reſt, there my treaſures are laid up, there I ſhall behold my Father’s face without a cloud: there all tears ſhall be wiped from my eyes; I ſhall nomore hang my harp on the willows, but for ever join the harmonic chorus of uninterrupted hallelujahs, ſinging the ſongs of Moſes and the Lamb, with all thoſe who N2 have N2v 180 have waſhed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb, and therefore are before the throne for ever. But I am not yet called home to my Father’s houſe: I am a poor exile, paſsing through a wilderneſs, in my way to glory; I muſt be tried in the furnace of affliction, before I come out bright gold, but when I walk through the fire, I have the word of an unchangeable God, that he will be with me, and when I paſs through the waters, he hath promiſed they ſhall not overflow me, therefore I may boldly preſs on, for though hoſts of foes will riſe againſt me; by the ſtrength of my God, I ſhall leap over them all: for though ſtorms may roar, and tempeſts blow, yet Jesus, my God, is mightier far than they, when he ſays, Peace be ſtill, they ſhall all be huſhed into a calm.

While I am in the world, I am beſet with enemies, enemies on all ſides, within and without: within, a heart deceitful above all things, and deſperately wicked; a heart in league with hell, to ſtop me in my heavenly race; prone to wander from the God of love; a heart which is by nature the ſink of ſin, ready every moment to betray me into the hands of my ſpiritual enemies, this is my neareſt and greateſt foe; and when I ſhould ſoar on the wings of faith and love, far above the things which are ſeen, and are temporal to thoſe which are unſeen, and eternal, this weighs me down, this keeps me grovelling in the duſt, and will do ſo, more or leſs, till the chain is brode, the bond diſsolved, and my fettered ſoul ſet at libertly; then I ſhall fly away upborne on angels wings to my heavenly home N3r 181 home, and leave ſin and mortality behind for ever: but that time is not yet come, I am yet in the body waiting for the hour when Jesus ſhall ſay, Come up hither: till then, I remain in an howling wilderneſs full of burning ſand, beaſts of prey, and fiery flying ſerpents. The world is a ſubtle enchantreſs, ſhe lays her ſnares on every ſide to catch the unwary travellers feet, and we not only fight with fleſh and blood, but with principalities, and powers, the rulers of the darkneſs of this world, with ſpiritual wickedneſs in high places. O who ſhall deliver my ſoul from all this hoſt of foes: I am but a worm, I have no might, my ſtrength is perfect weakneſs, but the Lord ruleth on high; Jesus reigns, he is the King of Iſrael, and the Savior thereof. Rejoice then, ye citizens of Zion in the recollection of this truth, Jesus is King of kings, and Lord of lords, all power is in his hand, he reigns in and over our hearts, by the golden ſceptre of his grace; he ruleth over the world by his providential empire, and he reigneth over the devils with a rod of Iron; he hath aſcended up on high, leading captivity captive, and he ſhall reign till all things are put underneath his feet.

But I am not only ſurrounded with enemies, while paſsing through this valleyof the ſhadow of death, but I am altogether an unclean thing, and all my righteouſneſses are as filthy rage; born in ſin, and by nature corrupted, all I do is defiled with ſin; Lord, I am a leaper, unclean throughout, and God is of purer eyes than to behold iniquity; he hath declared, he will by N3 no N3v 182 no means clear the guilty; to whom ſhould I turn? to whom ſhoul I go? Lord, thou haſt the words of eternal life; Jesus is a priest upon his throne, a great high-priest, who is entered into the holy place, not made with hands; who himſelf bare our ſins in his own body on the tree, and by that oblation of himſelf once offered, hath for ever perfected them that are ſanctified, being himſelf at once the ſacrifice and ſacrificer, and the offended Jehovah, to whom he made the atonement: for God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto himſelf—theſe are myſteries the world rereceiveth not.

To thee then I come, O my compaſsionate High- Priest, to be waſhed in that fountain which thou haſt opened for ſin, and for all uncleanneſs; from thy heart, thy hands, and feet it flowed, blood and water, to cleanſe and to redeem: waſh me in that precious flood, O thou Savior of ſinners, and I ſhall be clean. Come hither, O ye wounded ſouls, ye that are pricked to the heart, that are crying out your wounds are incurable; behold your prieſt: behold you ſacrifice: behold the Lamb of God that takes your ſins away, he hath given his life a ranſom for many, and there is balm in Gilead, there is a kind Phyſician there: behold him by faith, he ſpreads his pierced hands to receive you, your names are engraven on the palms of his hands, and he will bid you go in peace. He now appears before the throne, as a lamb newly ſlain, and he ever lives to make interceſsion for us. Sin N4r 183 Sin hath binded our eyes, hath ſtopped our ears, and ſhut up our hearts in more than Egyptian darkneſs; Lord, I am as a brute beaſt before thee, I know not the ways of God, nor the way in which I ſhoul walk: I am by nature intirely immerſed in blindneſs and ignorance, to what teacher ſhould I go, but to thee, thou great prophet of thy church; thou art the wisdom of God; thou art make unto us wiſdom, and it is thy office to open the eyes of the blind, to unſtop the deaf ears, to teach thy people by thy Spirit, all truth, and to make fools wiſe unto ſalvation. Liſten then, my ſoul, to thy heavenly teacher, hear him in his word, directing thy feet into the way of peace. Hear him ſay, This is the way, walk ye in it, go not after thine own will, but follow the Lamb witherſoever he goeth, and he will lead thee to the good land, the heavenly Canaan, where thou ſhalt be ſatisfied with the bleſsings of his kingdom, and though the way may lay through many a dark path, Jesus will be thy light, and defence, thy sun, and thy shield; the sun of righteouſneſs will riſe upon thee, with healing underneath his bleſsed wings, will ſhed his divineſt influence upon thee, diect thee by his wiſdom, guide thee by his eye, lay his everlaſting arms underneath thee, and be thy God, and thy Savior in time and eternity. When thou, poor ſilly ſheep, wandereth from the fold, the good shepherd will keep his eye upon thee, he willnot ſuffer the wolf to devour thee, but by the chaſtiſement of his rod, will bring thee back, when thou art weary and faint in thy mind, thy allſkillful Phyſician will make thee whole: he will heal N4 all N4v 184 all my backſlidings, and love thee freely, for with him there is no variableneſs, neither ſhadow of changing. Rejoice then, O my ſoul, and ye ſaints of God, rejoice in that Jehovah Jesus, who is the alpha and omega: if he is our King, none can hurt us; if he is our priest, he will ſave us; if he is our prophet, he will guide us right, for he is called wonderful, counsellor. We indeed are poor and blind, naked and miſerable in ourſelves, but Jesus is made unto us of God, wiſdom, righteouſneſs, ſanctification, and redemption: if we are nothing, he is all.

Now to him who hath loved us, and waſhed us from our ſins in his own blood, and made us kings and prieſts unot God, be honour and glory, thankſgiving and praiſe, for all the inhabitants of heaven, and redeemed ſaints upon earth, henceforth, and for ever. Amen. and Amen.

A N5r 185

A Summer Day’s Excursion:

Farewell ye horrors of winter, ye have fled to your bleak habitation in the north, and even gentle Spring with all her vernal airs have taken flight— Summer, roſy Summer, triumphs in her turn, and ſpreads verdure, health, and feſtivity, through the vegetative, animal and rational worlds.

Come, my Miranda, friend of my heart, let us walk forth with the early dawn, let us contemplate the dew drops that ſhine upon the graſs, thoſe bright diamonds of the morning; let us admire the riſing ſun, while he permits us to behold his glories; ere long his rays will be too powerful, and his ſplendors to refulgent for us to bear: but now the air is balmy, cool, and delightful, we may lift up our eyes and behold the wonders of the N5v 186 the heavens—See the eaſtern clouds glow with moſt magnificent colours, azure, purple and gold: Phœbus has juſt mounted his flaming carr, Aurora flies before him, and the hours in dance, follow in his train; and are thy ſilent? is the bright progreſs of the imperial king of day enclelbrated with celeſtial ſong? No, methinks I hear the muſic of the ſphere—Liſten, my Miranda, liſten O my ſoul, for Meditation has an ear can catch the moſt diſtant ſound; ſoftly wafted on gentle echo’s wing it comes.

Fly, ſhadows fly! bright Sol appears,

Obtruſive darkneſs, haſte away;

His flowing robe of light he wears,

And pours around a flood of day.

Rejoice, ye grovae-crow’d hills rejoice,

Ye humbler vallies laugh and ſing,

Let univerſal nature’s voice

Raiſe the loud triumphs of her King.

God of the sun, his brighteſt rays

Sink into night, compar’d with thine,

In his refulgent noontide blaze

The glimm’rings of thy glories ſhine.

Yes, O sun, bright, and glorious as thou art, how infinitely brighter, how inconceivably more glorious muſt He be, who called thee into beng by his word, created and upholds thee by his power, and from whom N6r 187 whom as the great fountain of light, thou receiveſt all thy ſplenours, And who is this infinite Being, this glorious God, but the Lord Jesus Christ? Col. i.16. For by him were all things created that are in heaven and that are in earth, viſible and inviſible, whether they be thrones or dominions, or principalities or powers, all things were created by him and for him: Yes, O my ſoul, he that created the heavens and formed the earth, is no other than the great God thy Savior! how ſweet, how delightful a reflection; the Creator and Preſerver of all the grand and noble objects around me, became a babe at Bethlehem, a man of ſorrows and acquainted with grief for me—lived for me, died for me! O how grand, how noble, how ſufficient and infinite muſt that atonement, that righteouſneſs and interceſſion be which is the work of no leſs a perſon than the author of univerſal nature: Is his work of creation perfect? ſo is his grand work of redemption. Yes my ſoul, his works are all perfect, all complete and thou art complete in him, Col. ii.10.

How chearful, my dear Miranda, appears the face of nature; a little while ago it was covered with the ſhades of night; all was ſilent and ſolemn; but now the riſing ſun has diſsipated the gloom, the fields look gay, the flowers open to drink in the dew and the firſt gales of the morning, while the little feathered warblers of the grove, are ſending up a ſweet ſong to their great Creator and Benefactor, without whoſe permiſsion, a ſparrow cannot fall to the ground. And O how chearful is the believer in Jesus, when after a long night of, ſorrow N6v 188 ſorrow, the Sun of Righteouſneſs ariſes upon him with healing in his wings, heals his ſorrows, ſpeaks peace to his ſoul, diſcovers ſome of the glories of his perſon and offices, and gives the ſoul to ſee and enjoy a little of the wonders of redeeming grace and dying love: How ſweet, how inexpreſsibly ſweet is ſuch a tranſition? then the believer experiences the truth of the Pſalmiſt’s aſsertion, ſorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Now blooms the roſe, now the noble lily rears its ſtately head; the garden puts on its moſt lovely appearance and emits its moſt fragrant perfumes; while the fields look gay, though clad with more artleſs attire: there the yellow butterflower, the humble daiſy, the ſweet ſmelling violet and ſpiral ſorrel, mingling with the tender graſs, form a delicate carpet of the moſt variegated colours;—and the ſoftly breathing zephyrs, carries on his gentle wings far and wide, the healthful and pleaſing efluvia of the new made hay. How delightful and wide extended is the proſpect around us! the meadows are covered with flocks; here are ſheep feeding in green paſtures, while the playful lambs are ſtriking hither and thither, and the contented ſhephers ſitting under yon lofty oak, diverts himſelf with his pipe, enjoys the beautuous ſcene, unenvious of the pomp and magnificence of the great. On the other hand, ſee that vaſt ridge of hills that riſe as it were, half way to heaven, and forbid our ſight to penetrate any further; How ſublimely majestic they appear. O! my Miranda, who would not leave the confinement and confuſionſion N7r 189 ſion of London, for the acalm delights of ſo ſweet a retirement, and to contemplate the beauties of ſuch a proſpect as this; and yet how far more noble a proſpect, how infinitely more grand a ſcene does the believer in Jesus behold, when he is enabled wo view by faith, Immanuel’s land, the kingdom of grace and glory, where his inheritance is. All things are yours, whether Paul, or Apolles, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things preſent or things to come, all are your, and ye are Christ’s, and Christ is God’s, I Cor. iii.21--23.

Here are heights and depths of ſalvation; lengths and breadths of aſtoniſhing grace: and all this our own; yes, my friend, it was for us, and all the heirs of glory, that the heavens and the earth were created: it is for us they are ſtill continued; for us the ſun ſhines, the rains deſcend, the dews diſtill; for us the earth is crowned with fruitfulneſs and fragrance: the wicked partake of the bounties of providence, but they are not the proprietors of them. This world is a grand ſchool erected by the omnipotent God, in which he chuſes to educate his children, and when their education is complete, he will preſent them to himſelf a glorious church without ſpot or wrinkle, or any ſcuh thing; and then he will pull down the ſchool as a ſwept away, and all the wonders of the firſt creation ſink into nothing to make room for the ſuperior glories of the ſecond; that brighter better world, where the ſun of righteouſneſs ſhall ſhine in his meridian ſplendour, and to which, the ranſomed of N7v 190 of the Lord ſhall return, and come with ſinging, and everlaſting joy upon their heads.

Upon what ſwift pinions doth time fly! already hath the ſun entered the zenith: all nature ſeems to faint under his ſcorching beams; the flowers droop, the cattle take refuge under the wide ſpread ſhadow of the oak, the elm, or the walnut tree. Come, my Miranda, let us retire to yonder rural bower, it is compoſed of laurel and bay, it is ornamented with jeſsamine and honeyſuckles; O how ſweet, how delightful a retirement. The robin has come hither before us; ſee, he ſits on yonder bough and whiſtles forth his joy. Here let us ſit down and recollect for a moment, that if this retreat from the ſultry beams of noon is ſo welcome, ſo deſirable, ſo refreſhing to our wearied bodies and fatigued ſpirits, how precious, how inexpreſsibly precious muſt he Lord Jesus Christ be to that ſoul, who when fainting under the fiery temptation of ſatan, the ſcorching heat of perſecution and overshelming afflictions, is brought to ſit down under his ſhadow; for one of the glorious characters he ſuſtains, is that of a shadow from the heat Iſa. XXV. 4. The ſhadow of a great rock in a weary land

The Lord Jesus may be compared to a rock, becauſe of his immutability, and everlaſting ſtrength; and to a great rock, becauſe he is the great God. Tell me, ſays the ſpouſe in the Canticles, tell me, O thou whom my ſoul loveth, wherte thou feedeſt? where thou N8r 191 thou makeſt thy flock to reſt at noon? the good shepherd leads his flock to green paſtures; he feeds them under his own ſhadow, and upon the fineſt of the wheat; his everlaſting love, his exceeding great and precious promiſes, his unchangeable veracity, his all-ſufficent power, the riches of his grace, the infinite merit of his life and death, his covenant and oath. O my dear friend, are not theſe ſome of the branches of that gloriou apple-tree, under whoſe ſhadow you and I have oft-times ſat down with great delight? are not theſe ſome of the rich fruit upon which we have fed, when the king has taken us into his banqueting houſe, and make his banner over us to be love? Theſe are ſoft reſting places, quiet and ſecurereſting places; the apoſtle Paul found them ſo, and therefore could ſay, I know whom I have believed, and I am perſuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him againſt that day 2 Tim. i.12. It was a ſultry noon of perſecution with Paul when he wrote thoſe words, but notwithſtanding, he could ſweetly reſt in peace, under the ſhadow of an almighty Savior.

What gradual advances doth not Pheobus make in his diurnal journey? he doth not burſt upon us with aw flood of light and heat, out of the womb of midnight darkneſs, but ariſes upon our world by gentle degrees, till at length he arrives at his zenith, than he blazes forth in his full refulgence, and not only the corn is ripened, the fruit matured, but his piercing rays penetratetrate N8v 192 trate to the deepeſt receſses of the earth, and ſhed their influences upon the moſt ſolid rock, to form the diamond, to bid the ruby glow, and to adorn the emerald, the amythiſt, and the pearl, with all their varied beauties. Thus gradual, thus progreſsive, were the diſcoveries of the Lord Jesus Christ, and his great ſalvation, made to a loſt fallen world; the ſun of righteouſneſs did not ariſe at once, his firſt riſing beams ſhone but faintly, the great deſigns of Jehovah were revealed at firſt in dark ſayings, myſtical ceremonies, types ſo enveloped with clouds, that nothing but the eye of faith could penetrate them: then brighter, and ſtill brighter diſplays of ſovereign grace and mercy in the perſon of Christ, were given by the divinely inſpired lips of the prophets; and in the appointed ime, the ſun of righeouſneſs ſhone forth in his meridian ſplender, God was manifest in the flesh, juſtified in the ſpirit, ſeen of angels, preached unto the gentiles, believed onin the world, received up into glory I Tim. iii.16. In this gradual manner alſo, does the Lord Jesus carry on his work in the hearts of his people; the Holy Spirit ſheds a little of his divine light on their dark underſtandings, and the night of nature is in a meaſure diſsipated, but they perceive ſpiritual objects in a very imperfect manner, like the man whoſe eyes when once touched by the ſun of righteouſsneſs ſhines with brighter and brighter beams, and thy ſee more and more of his beauty and excellence; their faith is ſtrengthened, their hope is confirmed, their hearts glow with ſtronger beams of O1r 193 of divine love; they become more and more acquainted with their own vileneſs, wretchedneſs, and helpleſsneſs, and thus they go from one degree of grace to another, from ſtrength to ſtrength, till they appear before the Lord, in Zion. The path of the juſt is like the ſhining light which ſhineth more and more unto the perfect day.

What little dependence to be placed on the weather; how very uncertain is all created good; ſee, my Miranda, the ſun has hid his radiant head; the clouds gather, they appear dark and gloomy, and threaten a ſhower. Well, it will be a welcome refreſhment to the gardens, the fields will ſmell more aromatic; ſee! it comes already, in what gentle drops it falls, there are no thunders to alarm, no vivid lightnings to reffify us, it is not attended with a ſtorm, it does not deſcend in a rapid torrent: no, it is a mild pacificſhower, the coulds drop fatneſs, it will revive and invigorate all nature: ſo when the clouds of affliction gather around the chriſtian, there is no real cauſe for him to be terrified and affrighted, there is no ſtorm of divine wrath to overwhelm him, no thunders of Sinai, no curſes of a fiery law to conſume him, they are quenched in the precious blood of Jesus: thy darkeſt cloud, O believer, will produce nothing but the gentle chaſtiſement of a father’s hand, it will drop fatneſs on thy paths, humble thy ſpirit, ſoften thy hard heart, and in due time, bring forth the peaceable fruits of righteouſe: then ſhall thy ſun again ſhine forth, and till he does, wait patiently for hi, and rememberO ber O1v 194 ber that he abideth faithful, he is the ſame yeſterday, to day, and for ever.

The rain is over, the clouds break off, the blue heavens again appear in their etherial beauty and elegance; again the ſun ſens forth his golden beams to drink up the reſidue of the late fallen ſhower, but he ſhines in milder beams, abated ſplendor; in the calm hour of morn he crowned the eaſtern clouds with gold and purple, but now he illumintes the weſtern hemiſphere with his glories, and inſtead of the ſultry blaze of noon, preſents us with the cool delights, the refreſhing breezes of the ſober evening. Welcome, ſweet hour of prime, thou art ſacred to meditation, devotion, and the muſes: thus peaceful, thus ſerenely calm is the conſcience ſprinkled with the blood of Jesus: but hark, my Miranda, friend of my heart, did I not hear the cuckow’s chearful note? yes, yonder he ſits, perched on that tall fir, and repeats, and again repeats his pleaſing tale: wherever he is, he has but one theme to record, and though he conſtantly pays us a viſit with every returing May, yet his ſtory is always the ſame, his ſong never varies. Will not this remind us, my dear Miranda, that the joyful ſound of the glorious Gos— pel, in all ages, in all climates, is conſtantly, unalterably, invariably the ſame. The Lord Jesus Christ is its grand theme, he is the illuſtrious object it inceſſantly diſplays. God the father preſents him to our view, and ſays, This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleaſed, hear ye him, Matt.xvii.5. The Holy Spirit leads the repenting ſinner to none but Jesus, as the great author and finiſher of ſalvation; He O2r 195 He ſhall glorify me, ſays the Savior, for he ſhall receive of mine, and ſhall ſhew it unto you John xvi. 14. He ſhall teſtify of me ibid.xv.26. the Lord Jesus is the grand ſubject of the ſcriptures, both of the old and new teſtament. Search the ſcriptures, for in them ye think ye have eternal life, and they are they that teſtify of me John V.39. To him give all the prophets witneſs Act, X.43. and the apoſtle of the Lamb had nothing elſe to preach or write of, but the ſovereign love, froee grace, and rich abundant mercy of a triune Jehovah, as manifeſted in the perſon of the Lord Jesus Christ, the prophet, the prieſt, the king, the wiſdom, righteouſneſs, ſanctification, and redemption of his people. O, my Miranda, if this joyful ſound has reached our ears, has penetrated our hearts, has filled our ſouls with triumph; this will be, yes, and this is our language, God forbid that we ſhould glory, ſave in the croſs of our Lord Jesus Christ, I am determined to know nothing among you, O ye ſons and daughters of this world, but Jesus Christ and him crucified

The ſhadows of evening are lengthening apace, and warn us of the approach of night, the moon is riſing in cloudleſs majeſty. Come, my dear friend, let us return to our habitation, how ſhort is the longeſt day: thus when in the evening of life the night of death approaches, may it find my dear Miranda and her friend, thus fearleſs, thus calm and peaceful: yes, O thou gloomy tyrant of the grave, we ſhall triumph over thee, Jesus our all-conquering God and O2 Sa- O2v 196 Savior hath taken away thy ſtring, and he is gone as our great Forerunner to prepare us an habitation among the bleſsed; he hath given us as inheritance among the ſaints in light, there our ſun ſhall no more go down, neither ſhall our moon withdraw itſelf; there the Lord ſhall be unto us an everlaſting light, and our God our glory; there we ſhall enjoy an eternal summer, and employ our golden harps through endleſs ages, in celebrating the God of our ſalvation, to whom we would join with angels and archangels, and all the ranſomed throng in aſcribing glory and praiſe, for ever. Amen.


A Meditation For the Lord’s Supper

See, O my ſoul, thy condeſcending Savior has ſpread a table for thee in the midſt of this howling wilderneſs—thy great Melchisedec brings forth bread and wine to regale thee, and this is the language of his heart, Eat, O my friend, drink, yea drink abundabtly, O beloved, and as often as thou doeſt this, do it in remembrance of me My Savior, my Lord, and my God, I would fain obey thy gracious command, I would fain remember thee, but ah! thou knoweſt the ſtupidity of my heart, how apt it is to forget thee; Lord, it is dead, Oh breathe upon it the breath of O3 life O3v 198 life: it is inſenſible, Oh! quicken it by the almighty agency of thy good Spirit; lead me to Gethſemane, lead me to Calvary, there open to my view, the heights and depths, the lengths and breadths of thine inexpreſſible, inconceivable love; there let me ſit at thy feet, O thou whom my ſoul loveth, and remember with unutterable joy, with heart-felt delight, with the deepeſt contition and humiliation, let me remember that I have redemptin in blood of Jesus, the forgiveneſs of my ſins.

Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? Lord, I remember thee, thou art the mighty God, the everlaſting Father, the Prince of peace; thou art the ſelf-exiſtent Jehovah, the God whom angels and archangels adore; they bow at thy footſtool, they fly at thy bidding; univeſal nature depends upon thee, thou art the Creator and Preſerver of all things; thou art my God, I fall at thy feet, andremember with aſtoniſhment that thou haſt ſo loved me, as to become for my ſake a man, a man of ſorrows, and acquainted with grief! I ſee thee born in a ſtable, laid in a manger, growing up to a mature age in poverty and obſcurity, under the deep diſguiſe of a carpenter’s ſon. O ye angels of God, ye bright etherial ſons of the morning, how did your ſeraphic boſoms ſwell with aſtoniſhment, for ye beheld him— you acknowledged him for your Sovereign, though the world knew him not.

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I ſee thee, O Immanuel, my King and my God, proſtrate in Gethſemane; there I remember thy ſoul was ſorrowful, ſorrowful even unto death: I ſee thee ſilent at Pilate’s bar, and growning out thy ſpirit upon Calvary’s Cross; and I remember that in all this, thou ſtoodeſt forth as my faithful Surety and Bondsman, bound by thy own ſolemn engagement to pay to divine juſtice, the infinite debt I had contracted; and now I ſee thee inviolably faithful to thy covenant, clearing off my long arrears, with groans, with blood, with agony, and death. Lord, I remember thy dying love, and bluſh that I have ever forgot it;—be aſhamed, O my ſoul, that thou art ſo little mindful of thy Savior; be aſhamed that thou canſt think of any thing elſe but him. O thou bleeding lover of my ſoul, I am amazed and confounded, I am covered with ſelf-abaſement, at the vileneſs, the baſe ingratitude, and ſtupidity of my heart, which after all thou haſt done, after all thou haſt ſuffered is ſo awfully prone to wander from, and forget thee, the fountain of all bleſsedneſs. Thou haſt ſet me as a ſeal upon the heart; thou haſt graven my upon the palms of thine hands, and though tou art exalted upon a throne of glory, yet thou wilt not for a moment forget me, thy watchful eye is continually upon me for good; thine ear is continually open tomy prayer, and thine hand is every moment ſtretched out to bleſs me; thy heart is now glowing with the ſame ineffable, unbounded love to me, which conſtrained thee to die for my ſake; all the waters of my ingratitude, all the floods of my forgetfulneſs of thee has not been able to quench that infinite flame. O my God, here is my happineſs, thou O4 wilt O4v 200 wilt, thou doſt love me ſtill: ſurely then thou deſerveſt all the affections of my ſoul. Thou ſayeſt, My ſon, my daughter, give me thine heart O take it, by the omnipotent power of thy Holy Spirit; ſet thyſelf as a ſeal upon my heart, I would offer it as a thank-offering unto thee, do thou bind the ſacrifice to the horns of the alter; by the ſweet ſilken cords of love divine, ſtamp thy own holy image upon this ungrateful, forgetful heart; and as thou doſt pardon its vileneſs and baleneſs, O hold it ſo faſt in thine Almighty hand, that it may never wander from, never forget thee more, thou God of my ſalvation.

Midſt the ſolemn ſhades of night,

Let my ſoul remember thee,

Midſt the noontide blaze of light,

Thou, my ſun, ſhine bright on me:

Ever preſent be thy grace,

Be thy power ever nigh,

Till I ſee thy ſmiling face,

In the realms above the ſky.

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A Walk at Enfield.

The clock’s ſtruck three, and lo! Philander comes

True (as the needle to the northern pole)

To his appointed hour, by friendſhip led,

To guide Miranda and her friend, in paths

Of ſmiling verdure, where, before their feet

Had never trod: he for awhile lays by

Sublimer ſtudies, to enjoy the ſweets

Gay ſummer hangs on every buſh and ſpray,

To view great nature in her rich attire,

And in converſe agreeable, beguile

A cheerful hour, ſtol’n from the ſciences.

Calm is the day, unruffled by a ſtorm,

Th’therial heavens wear theri azure robe,

Pheobus at times puts forth his golden beams

And ſmiles in orient glories on the earth,

Then leſt the weary traveller ſhould faint

Beneath his ſultry ray, kindly withdraws,

And leaves a cool refreſhing ſhade around.

Hark how the little warblers of the grove

Attune their ſofteſt ſongs to charm the ear

And ſooth the heart with ſweeteſt melody,

As thro’ green allies, o’er the flow’ry lawn

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We rove, delighted with the beauteous ſcene,

Or up the gently riſing hill aſcend,

Or climb the ſteeper heights with labouring ſteps;

Sweet labour, where fatigue is overpaid

By ſuch a proſpect, ſuch delights as theſe,

Peace, heavenly peace triumphant in the ſoul,

And the dear voice of friendship in my ear;

The laughing vallies, and the grove crown’d hills,

And univerſal nature ſmiling round,

All gay, all happy—how the diſtant town

Sinks from our view; low in a vale it lies,

Half hid in woods: hail lovely ſhades, the ſeat

Of contemplation and retirement ſweet,

But for awhile farewell, we bid adieu

Till the fair ſtar of evening call us home

To the lov’d ſpot where God and Paulus dwell,

And ſcience and religion call their own.

The wide ſpread heath, the waving foreſt crowns

The diſtant proſpect; hill o’er hill aſcends

Sublimely grand, and kiſs the bending ſkies,

Wile the clear river draws its humid train,

In ſoft meanders thro’ the verdant meads,

Diffuſing health and fruitfulneſs around.

Here might we dwell, and with admiring hearts

Adore the God whoſe boundleſs glories ſhine

Above, beneath, around: But objects new

Invite us—then adieu ye grove-croen’d hills,

The wide ſpread heath, the river’s humid train,

And humble Enfield, dwelling in the vale.—

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Lo! as we turn, freſh wonders riſe in view,

Enemell’d meadows ſpangled o’er with gold,

Or green with corn juſt riſing in the ear,

While gentle Zephyr on his ſilken wings

Bears the rich fragrance of the new mown hay.

And ſee, in yonder field, a rural train

With ſprightly vigour, active diligence,

Purſue their wholeſome toil: they toſs and turn

The tender graſs that ripens as it lies

In the bright ſplendours of the lamp and day;

Placid and chearful as a ſummer’s eve,

And leſt their ſpirits fail before the hour

Of eve proclaim their pleaſant labours o’er,

They chat, they ſmile, and with united voice,

They ſpeed the lagging moments with a ſong.

But ſay, Philander, who is that appears

Lord of the paſtures, on a goodly ſteed

He ſits, but wih a melancholy air

Surveys unmov’d the beauties of the ſcene,

And clad in ſable colour’d weeds of woe?

’Tis Clio, late the happy, late the bleſt,

If aught below the ſkies can bear the name

Of bliſs of happineſs; but ah! ’twas frail,

A fleeting joy, death with an envious frown

High rear’d a fatal dart, and lodg’d it deep

In his Lucinda’s boſom; in her tomb

Lies Clio’s bliſs: in vain the charming ſpring

And roſe-crown’d ſummer ſmile, in vain for him

Ten thouſand ſweets ariſe, his ſadden’d heart

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Chearleſs remains, ſo Jacob mourn’d his ſon,

And ſweet Pſalmiſt—his lov’d Jonathan.

See down the hill’s ſlope ſide, a traveller paſs,

A weak old man, infirm with age and care,

Tott’ring and ſlow, his aſpect ſpare and mean

Awakes the tend’reſt pow’rs of ſympathy.

Ah feeble age! and muſt thou groan beneath

Th’ oppreſsive wallet, and penurious want?

But ſoft—methinks upon a nearer view,

’Tis Graspall’d little ſoul inſpires that frame,

So lank and meagre; let compaſsion wipe

Her tearful eye, and indignation riſe,

Gen’rous diſpleaſure, ’gainſt the meaneſt ſin,

The meaneſt paſsion, ſordid love of gold.

Graspall counts o’er his bags, but not enjoys

The treaſures ſweets, by avarice forbid,

He counts his thousands, and he yet is poor.

See how the ſprightly boy with nimble feet,

Trips lightly on, ſtill ſinging as he goes;

His heart is blith, content ſits ſmiling there,

While ruddy health, with bright vivacity

Glows in his cheek, and ſparkles in his eye.

Now to the ſummit of the hill arriv’d,

How fair a proſpect opens to our view!

The flow’ry vale beneath, the gurgling brook

Whoſe gentle murmurs ſooth the liſt’ning ear:

On either hand the chequer’d meads that riſe,

Or fall, in hill or dell, a beſt diſpos’d

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By the great Maker’s hand, in that bleſt day

When angels ſung creation’s mighty work

To harps of gold—See thro’ the diſtant woods

A glaſsy lake appear; how ſmooth, how calm,

Unruffled by a breeze: the vale invites,

Let us deſcend and taſte its humble charms.

Soft be our ſteps, and watchful be our eyes,

Leſt with a thoughtleſs mind, and heedleſs feet

we cruſh the buſy tribes that ſwarm around,

And bury millions in a foot of ſand.

Go to the ant thou ſluggard, ſaith the wife,

And in her ſchool learn prudence: how they toil,

Pleas’d with the proſpect of a ſunny day,

They quit their cities, and to labour throng

In num’rous armies, wiſe to gather food,

The bouties which the God of providence

From his all-gracious hand ſcatters around,

Amply to fill their winter’s magazines,

That when the low’ring ſkies and driving ſtorms

Confine them to their little earthly cells,

The free community may feel no want,

But live in plenty, tho’ without the ſun.

Here let us ſit, beneath this aged oak,

Whoſe wide ſpread branches ſhade the gentle ſtream,

Whoſe waters ſoftly flowing, ſcarce forbid

The trav’ller’s foot to reach the diſtant ſide.

Hark how the nightingale and robin pour

Thier ſoftest notes, their ſweeteſt muſic forth

To entertain us , form the neighb’ring grove.

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The cuckow too his conſtant theme repeats;

Ah welcome ſtranger! my enraptur’d ear

Shall liſten to thy voice with more delight

Than all the feather’d choriſters beſide.

But while the airy ſerenade proceeds,

Come gentle friends, and let us join the lay;

Let hill and valley ſing, and all the race

Of creatures join in one harmonious ſong

To hail the glorious God, whoſe fist call’d

Creation forth from the chaotic womb

Of night and darkneſs to illuſtrious birth,

And bade it ſhine a noble univerſe

Worthy the mighty builder. Raiſe we ſtill

A higher note, a more triumphant ſtrain,

Jesus the mighty builder of the ſkies,

Who calls the earth the footſtool of his throne,

Bow’d his majeſtic head on calvery,

And cry’d ’Tis finiſhed: then redemption roſe, redemption all triumphant, all divine,

Let his redeem’d exult, with boundleſs joy

Sing the Creator, the redeemer God.

High let their ſongs ariſe and pierce the clouds,l

And join the hallelujahs of the ſkies,

Where our Immanuel reigns enthron’d in light,

The God of glory and the God of grace.

Farewell ſweet fields, thou gurgling brook adieu;

And all ye airy warblers of the grove:

The ſetting ſun adorns the weſtern clouds

Wtih gay magnificence, and the cool eve,

With her fair riſing ſtar calls us away

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To other ſcenes, ſtill pleaſing, ſtill ſerene;

For beauteous is the ſpot where Paulus dwells,

And humble Enfield dwelling in the vale,

Partakes the bouties of her Maker’s hand

In rich profuſion. See her ſpires ariſe,

Half hid in verdant groves, how bright they glow

In Sol’s departing rays: Yon antient pile

Whoſe venerable tow’rs from age to age,

Sacred to heaven, has bvav’d the ſhocks of time.

There heroes ſleep; no more the clang of war

Diſturbs their ſlumbers; may their duſt repoſe

In peaceful ſilence, till the trump of God

Awake the world and bid it ſleep no more.

Behold yon penſive trav’ller ſilent ſtand,

Leaning like Jacob, on his oaken ſtaff;

He bends beneath the weight of num’rous years,

And muſes o’er a thouſand by-paſt ſcenes,

Which faithful memory revives to view,

And ev’ry tought is follow’d by a ſigh.

So when our fainting ſpirits tire and lag,

As on we journety up the heavenly road,

May the firm promiſe of a faithful God

Support our ſteps; there may we ſafely lean

By ſtedfaſt faith, and reſt our weary ſouls,

Look backward on the wonders of his hand,

Look forward to the crown beyond the veil,

And ev’ry riſing thought be wing’d with joy,

O’erflowing gratitude, and humble love;

Till from the ſkies his winged meſsengers

Deſcend O8v 208

Deſcend, to bear us to our Father God;

To walk the golden ſtreets, to gather fruit

From life’s immortal tree, and prove the bliſs

That bloſsoms in the paradiſe of God;

A brighter paradiſe than Adam loſt,

An Eden purcha’d by a Savior’s blood.

There ſhall we ſing his boundleſs name, and fall

Before his throne in extacies divine;

No more to ſigh, to ſin and part no more,

But in immortal triumphs to exult

With the bright ſons of morn, as bright as they,

Wile everlaſting ages roll along.


A Meditation On Rev. xii. 6.

And the woman fled into the wilderneſs, where ſhe hath a place prepared of God, that they ſhould feed her there, a thouſand two hundred and threeſcore days.

The church of Christ, his myſtical body, thoſe whom he loved in eternity, redeemed in time, calls by his ſpirit to the knowledge of themſelves, and of him whom to know is life eternal, and finally brings to his kngdom and glory,—This elect church of God, we find in the ſcriptures of truth, deſcribed under various characters, typified by verious things, but all ſignificative either of what it is in itſelf, or of what it it in its glorious head; thus it is ſometimes called a Worm, a Vine, and helpleſs Infant, deſcriptive P of P1v 210 of its weakneſs, imbecelity and want of ſupport; for what is more deſpicable and weak than a worm? what ſtands in more need of ſupport than a vine? and what is more incapable of helping itſelf than a new born infant?—we know it is totally void of the power of defence, and of every means of providing for its own ſubſiſtence: and ſo in a ſpiritual ſenſe, is the church of God, totally weak, void of power, and without ſtrength, and utterly unable to provide for itſelf, ſtand againſt any of its numerous enemies, or extricate itſelf out of the many dangerous and diſagreeable ſituations it is often, very often brought into. On the other hand, I have compared thee, O my love, ſays the Lord, by the mouth of an inſpired penman, to a company of horſes in Pharaoh’s chariots. Now we know that horſes are creatures poſseſsed of a very large portion of ſtrength, and were thy capable of knowing theri own ſtrength, there remains a doubt whether or no they would be ſubjeſt to man: but the church is weak, and in itſelf without ſtrength; therefore this character of horſes can only relate to them as they are conſidered in Jesus; for in the Lord Jehovah, they have not only righteouſneſs, but alſo ſtrength to conquer ſin, ſtrength to conquer devils, and ſtrength to conquer death, their laſt enemy; for all the ſtrength and power of a triune God, an omnipotent Jehovah, is engaged on their ſide, to fight their battles for them, to tread their ſpiritaul enemies under their feet, to give them the victory, and make them finally more than conquerors over all that riſe againſt them; and were they but more ſenſible of P2r 211 of tis, could they but, when feeling their own inſufficiency, behold and rely of that Almighty arm, that infinite ſtrength, and everlaſting power, which is engaged by covenant, by promiſe and oath to be exerciſed for them;—had they but full views of this, they would never be ſubject to ſinking fears, and evil queſtioning, dark ſurmiſes, and unbelieving doubts, which often ariſes in their hearts, and ſometimes hold their troubled ſpirits in bondage, under the gloomy apprehenſion of being finally overcome by their enemies, and ſnatched from the arms, and torn from the boſom of him who hath ſworn never to let them go: no, they would rather cry out with the pſalmiſt, The Lord is the ſtrength of my life, of whom ſhall I be afraid? when the wicked, even my enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my fleſh, they ſtumbled and fell; tough an hoſt ſhould encamp againſt me, my heart ſhall not fear, though war ſhould riſe againſt me, in this will I be confident, the Lord is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge: and add with the apoſtle, if God be for us, who can be againſt us? who ſhall ſeperate us fro the love of Christ? ſhall tribulation, or diſtreſs, of perſecution, or famine, or nakedneſs, or peril, or ſword? nay, in all theſe things we are more than conquerors, through him that loved us; for I am perſuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things preſent, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature ſhall be able to ſeperate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

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Thus we find that the church in ſcripture is deſcribed under various figures, and perhaps out of many more inſtances that might be brought, none are more ſtrikingly beautiful, more pictureſque or fuller of divine conſolation to the church in general, and every individual member in particular, than the text I would deſire, under the divine influences of the Lord the Spirit, now to contemplate; for as he is the author of theſe lively oracles, he muſt be alſo the revealer of them to our hearts, or we ſhall ſee no beauty in them, and conſequently receive no divine conſolation, no heavenly bleſsing from them. Come then, O thou divine Paraclete, and with thy light illuminate my darkneſs, with thy fire warm my cold heart, with thine unerring hand direct my pen into the paths of ſacred truth, becauſe thou haſt engaged to be an inſtructor to the ignorant, a teacher of babes.—And the woman fled into the wilderneſs, where ſhe hath a place prepared of God, that they ſhould feed her there, a thouſand, two hundred, and threeſcore days.

If we attend to the origin of women, we find that ſhe received her life and being from the ſide of man; the Lord God cauſed a deep ſleep to fall upon Adam, and he ſlept, and he took out one of his ribs, and cloſed up the fleſh inſtead thereof, and the rib which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her to the man; and Adam ſaid, this is now bone of my bones, and fleſh of my fleſh, ſhe ſhall be called woman, becauſe ſhe was taken out of man Gen.ii.21,22,23. Analogus to this, the church may P3r 213 may very properly be called a woman; for as Eve received life from the ſide of Adam, ſo the church receives her ſpiritual, divine, eternal life from the ſide of her dying Christ, the ſecond Adam, the Lord from heaven. The Lord God put Adam into a deep ſleep, while he took from him the rib of which he created him a wife, and Jesus was faſt locked int he arms of death, when his ſide was pierced, from whence flowed that precious fountain of atoning blood, which purchaſed him a bride, and ſtreams of water, ſignificative of that Holy Spirit which ſhould convey to his church that life and thoſe bleſsings he had purchaſed for her.

When Eve was created, Adam awaked from his profound ſlumber; and ſo when the great work of redemption was compleated, when the juſtice of God was fully ſatiſfied, his law gloriouſly magnified, ſin made an end of tranſgreſsion finiſhed, and everlaſting righteouſneſs brought in for the church, the Lamb’s wife, then the Almighty conqueror, the victorious Savior, burſt the bars of death, ſnapt aſunder the power of the grave, and roſe triumphant to reap the fruits of his pains, to receive the reward of his labour, and fee of the travail of his ſoul, and be abundantly ſatisfied.

The Lord God having made the woman, brought her unto the man: ſhe did not come to him of herſelf, and being brought unto him by God, Adam received her joyfully, with all the marks of the moſt tender affection, acknowledging her to be bone of his bones, and fleſh of his fleſh, and called her woman, becauſe P3 ſhe P3v 214 ſhe was taken out of man; ſo the church of Christ, the purchaſe of his blood, though ſhe has coſt him dear, and ſtands under infinite obligations to him, comes not to him of her own accord, but is brought unto his by God. No man cometh unto me, ſays the Savior, except the father draw him We don’t read that Eve had any objections to coming to Christ; her underſtanding is darkened, ſhe don’t ſee her need of him, her will is depraved, ſhe is poſitively determined never to come to him, and her affections are ſo alienated from him that ſhe hates him, deſires not his preſence, ſeeks not his love, but every thing that is contrary to him, that ſhe loves, that ſhe ſeeks, and purſues with delight and greedineſs; ſhe is in no concern about his diſpreſure, ſhe fears not his wrath, but ſhe wraps herſelf up in a falſe ſecurity, and vainly imagines that ſhe has made a covenant with death, and with hell is at agreement: ſhe thinks herſelf ſafe, though her refuge is a refuge of lies; and ſays in the pride and deceit of her heart, When the overflowing ſcourge ſhall paſs through, it ſhall not come nigh me; I ſit a queen, and ſhall never ſee evil. This is her miſerable ſituation by nature, and while it is ſo, alas, there is little appearances of her coming to Christ: but what is to be done in this caſe? why the promiſe is, All that the father giveth me, shall come unto me The father therefore draws her to the son, that ſhe may be betrothed unto him in righteouſneſs faithfulneſs, and truth, and that for ever: he ſees the pride of her heart, and the iron ſinew that is in her neck, and has de- P4r 215 determined that it ſhall be no prevention to his bringing about, and fully accompliſhing his gracious deſigns towards her. He therefore declares, Becauſe ye have ſaid, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement, when the overflowing ſcourge ſhall paſs through, it ſhall not come unto us, for we have made lies our refuge, and under falſehood have we hid ourſelves: Therefore thus ſaith the Lord God, Behold I lay in Zion for a foundation, a ſtone, a tried ſtone, a precious corner ſtone, a ſure foundation; judgment alſo will I lay to the line, and tighteouſneſs to the plummet, and the hail ſhall ſweep away the refuge of lies, and the waters ſhall overflow the hiding place, and your covenant with death ſhall be diſanulled, and your agreement with hell ſhall not ſtand; when the overflowing ſcourge ſhall paſs through ye ſhall be trodden down by it, form the time that it goeth forth it ſhall take you; for morning by orning ſhall it paſs over by day and by night, and it ſhall be a vexation only to underſtand the report, for the bed is ſhorter than that a man can ſtretch himſelf on it, and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himſelf in it, for the Lord ſhall riſe up as in Mount Perazim; he ſhall be wrath as in the valley of Gibeon, that he may do his work, his ſtrange word, and bring to paſs his act, his ſtrange act, Iſa. xxviii. 16-24.

This is the way God the father brings the church to Christ; ſhe is proud and ſtout hearted, and fortified with all the armour that ſatan canput upon her, but the Lord God knows how to humble her pride, P4 to P4v 216 to break her ſtout heart, and to take away all the falſe props in which ſhe truſted;—he has laid a ſure foundation for her everlaſting happineſs, and he will place her upon it in ſpite of all that hell and ſhe can do againſt it; to this end he arreſts her by his Spirit, apprehends her by his powerful grace, and convinces her of ſin, brings her conſcience to the bar of his juſtice, and obliges her to plead guilty; and though ſhe may perhaps endeavour to hide herſelf under the lying refuge of a righteouſneſs of her won, yet he will hunt her uot of thie falſe covert, the hail, the ſtorm, ſhall ſweep it away; he will lay judgment to the line, and righteouſneſs to the plummet, and convince her that ſhe is not only a ſinner by actual tranſgreſsion, but that the fountain is corrupt, that her heart is depraved, that her nature is not only dead, but oppoſite to God, and that God’s holy righteou law has paſsed the ſentence of condemnation upon her: he will lay judgment to the line and righteouſneſs to the plummet, he will convince her of the ſpiritual nture of the law; how holy, how perfect, how righteous it is: ſhe will find it not only condemns her nature, and evil practice, but when ſhe brings her beſt things unto it, her refuge of lies, in which ſhe truſted, and which ſhe called righteouſneſs; when ſhe ſees this weighed in the aweful balance of the ſanctuary, and finds it found wanting: finds it lighter than air, and altogether vanity; a ſhadow without any ſubſtance, a phantaſm without any reality; finds it is ſin, altogether ſin, and that as ſuch the law of God condemns it: as ſuch it ſtinks in the noſtrils of the infinitely holy Jehovah, who caſts it from P5r 217 from his preſence as a polluted garment, and eſteems it but filthy rags. When ſhe ſees and feels this, ſhe is ready to cry out, in the anguiſh of her heart, Woe is me, for I am undone; and why ſo? even becauſe the hail hath ſwept away her refuge of lies, and the overflowing ſtorm deſtroyed her hiding-place; ſhe finds that the wrath of God is revealed from heaven, againſt all unrighteouſneſs and ungodlineſs of men; and alas, ſhe feels that ſhe is nothing but an unrighteous ſinner; and this humbles her haughty heart, this bows her ſtubborn will, and makes her glad to come weary and heavy laden to Jesus Christ, for life and ſalvation. Thus the Lord accopliſhes his ſtrange work, his wonderful workm his omnipotent work, the converſion of a ſinner, the bringing a ruined ſoul, a ruined church, to a crucified Lord; and never did Adam receive his new created Eve with that joy, that heartfelt delight and complacency that Jesus Christ receives the poor ill and hell deſerving ſinner, that comes to him by faith, being drawn by the Father unto him, he acknowledges him for his own. He ſays, Thou art the purchaſe of my blood, I loved thee in eternity; I laid down my life for thy ranſom; for thee I laboured thirty-three years, bearing the contadiction of ſinner: I ſtood in thy place, and fulfilled all righteouſneſs for thee, in order that I might wipe the tears of ſorrow from thine eyes; I ſweated blood; my ſoul was ſorrowful, ſorrowful even unto death, and I never left off toiling, and ſuffering for thee, till I bowed my head on the croſs, and had finiſhed thy ſalvation. Behold then, how I loved thee! come and look P5v 218 look into my heart that was pierced for thee, and behold thy name engraven there in characters never to be erazed; yea, thy name is engraven upon the palms of my hands, and thy walls are continually before me.

Thus the church may very properly be compared to a woman, becauſe the analogy there is betwixt it and the firſt woman, the mother of all living; and as Eve was the beloved ſpouſe of Adam, ſo is the Church of Christ: he has declared he is married unto her Jer. iii.14. And ſays in another place, Thy Maker is thine huſband, the Lord of Hoſts is his name, Iſa. liv.5. And (ſays the apoſtle,) we are members of his body, of his fleſh, and of his bones Eph. v.30. but the Huſband is in heaven, and the Wife upon earth; the Bridegroom is in a palace, and the Bride in a wilderneſs: For, ſaith the text, the woman fled into the wilderneſs. Now a wilderneſs is remarkable for two things; firſt, there is nothing in it that is profitable or delightful; but every ting that is frightful, dangerous, and diſtreſsing: there is no everſhadowing branches to ſcreen the fainting traveller from the ſcorching heat of the meridian ſun, no cooling ſtreams to allay his thirſt, and afford him ſome kind refreſhment; no beds of roſes, no vernal bowers to reſt his weary limbs; when fatigued with his journey; no delicious fare to abate his hunger, recruit his ſpirits, or increaſe his ſtrength:—nothing but burning ſands, and fiery ſerpents, howling winds and barren wilds, or only fruitful in producing briers and thorns, which prick his feet and retard his pace, and make him cry out, O that I had P6r 219 had wings like a dove, that I might flee away from the noiſy wind and tempeſt: Or, in the language of an inſpired apoſtle, O wretched man that I am!— Such a wilderneſs is this world, though it is full of beauty, crown’d with verdure, and adorn’d by the hand of its infinite Creator with every thing that can accommodate and ſupply our bodies, yet it is void of every thing which is ſpiritually profitable; there is nothing in it which can ſatiſfy the vaſt deſries of an immortal ſoul; nothing which can comfort, ſupport or conſole the mind of the pilgrim who is journeying through it, from time to eternity, from earth to heaven: no, he finds it a barren deſert, void of every thing that is ſubſtantially and abidingly good; but it is filled with every thing that can hurt and annoy him; ſnares, and nets, and gins are continually laid for his feet; briers and thorns are often beſetting him round, and hedging up his way that he cannot go forward: beſides, it is infeſted with beaſts of prey; the roaring lion of hell wanders up and down it, ſeeking whom he may devour: and happy, happy, yea, thrice happy is he who eſcapes his ravenousjaws: buring ſands of fierce temptation, bluſtering winds and ruſhing ſtorms, oft-times ſurpriſe him; ſo that ſometimes his day is turned into night, his joy into ſorrow, and this very heart thrills with fear leſt he ſhould loſe his way, periſh in the wilderneſs, and never reach the good land, the heavenly Canaan he is ſeeking.

This is the wilderneſs up and down in which the church of God are ſcattered; but bleſsed be God, tho’ ſhe is in a wilderneſs, ſhe is inot alone, tha were a diſmalmal P6v 220 mal ſituation truly, for were ſhe alone in the wilderneſs, ſhe muſt periſh, ſhe would ſoon be overwhelmed by the whirlwind, or carried away by the ſtorm: but though her Lord is in heaven, and ſhe upon earth; though, if conſidered as man, the heavens have received and muſt contain him till the great day of reſtitution comes; yet in Jehovah, God over al bleſsed for ever, he fills all ſpace, and crowns immenſity with his preſence; and he hath ſaid to his ſpouſe, his purchaſed inheritance, I will never leave thee nor forſake thee His eye is inceſsantly upon her, his everlaſting arms are underneath her: when ſhe paſses through fire and through water, he is nigh, and is as a wall of fire round about her. Jesus is with her in the wilderneſs as a guide, ſhe ofen takes wrong ſteps, and is frequently at the point of loſing her way, but then ſhe hears his friendly voice behind her, ſaying, This is the way, walk thou therein—He is not only with her as a guide, but he is with her as a guard, to protecther from her enemies: when the lion roars, ſhe trembles, when her foes, ſtrong and mighty approach, ſhe ſtands aghaſt, but the Lord her shield, advances, ſpreads over her the ſhadow of his wing, and taking the battle into his own hand, girds his ſword upon his thigh, and rides on conquering and to conquer, for they are all to him as the dry ſtubble is to the burning flame; by the breath of his mouth he ſcatters them as the ſmall duſt is diſperſed abroad by the force of the irreſiſtable whirlwind, and they are obliged to fall before him as Dagon fell before the ark, or as a worm would be cruſhed under the foot of one of the mighty ſons of Anak. that P7r 221 He is not only with her as her guide and protector, but alſo to ſupply all her wants, and comfort her under all her oppreſsions:—She is often caſt down and afflicted; often grieved and diſtreſsed; but when this is the caſe, Jesus draws nigh, and ſays ho her ſoul, Peace be unto thee; in the world ye ſhall have tribulation, but in me ye ſhall have peace. When ſhe hungers, he feeds her with the bread of heaven; and when ſhe thirſts, he leadeth her to the wells of ſalvation, and gives her to drink of the rivers of life, thoſe rivers of pleaſure which flow at his right hand for evermore:— when ſhe is fainting, he ſtrengthens her; when falling, raiſes her; and when ſhe is wounded by the beaſts of prey, ſtung by the poiſonous nettles, with which this world, this wilderneſs abounds, he makes her whole, and reſtores her to health by applying to her wound the healing balſom of his atoning blood, the chearing unction of his holy Spirit; for ſhe is not to be deſtroyed in the wilderneſs, it is a place prepared of God, he built it on purpoſe for her reception; there ſhe is exerciſed, tried, purified and made capable of enjoying that better portion reſerved in heaven for her—the woman fled into the wilderneſs, where ſhe hath a place prepared of God, that they ſhould feed her there: indeed ſhe hath a right to be fed, for ſhe is not a widow, her huſband is living, and lives for evermore, and it is the privilege of every wife to be maintained by her huſband if he has it in his power to maintain her, at leaſt ſhe has a certain right to expect it; and if he neglects or refuses to do it, when able, every one will allow he is a bad huſband, and deſerves no better a character than that P7v 222 that of a villain; but Jesus is a faithful huſband, a tender affectionate huſband; he loves his bride, he purchaſed her with an infinite price, and has it well in his power to provide for all her wants: the treaſures of his love are paſt finding out; the riches of his grace are unſearchable, and the earth is the Lord’s and the fulneſs thereof; thereof ſhe hath a right upon the beſt and ſureſt foundation, and it is her priviege to look up to him, not for a ſcanty allowance, but a full and ample ſupply of all ſhe ſtands in need of; for as ſhe poſseſses his hand and his heart, all that he has is hers; for, ſaith the apoſtle, and he knew his Maſter’s mind, all things are yours, whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things preſent, or things to come, all are yours, and ye are Christ’s and Christ is God’s Cor. iii.21-23.. This is a large grant, a very valuable poſseſsion, if we had but eyes to behold the extent of it; but our ſight is now weak, and therefore we can view but a little, very little part of it; however, ſince this is the caſe, the church is in no danger of ſtarving; God hath determined ſhe ſhall be fed: he will feed her ſoul wiht his word and ſpirit, and feed her body by a thouſand providences; and though her ſpiritual and temporal enemies, widked men and wicked devils, are ſtriving continually to cut off her ſupplies, and to cauſe her to periſh by famine from off the face of the earth, yet, bleſsed be God, they are ſtriving in vain, for infinite wiſdom knows how to counter-work all their deſigns, and can, and often does out of the ſtrongeſt temtation, out of the bittereſt affliction, bring forth ſome ſweet and ſavory meat to feed the ſouls and bodies of his children. Job’s affliction were calculated to P8r 223 to feed his ſoul with heavenly manna, to bring him off from feeding upon that which is not bread, even upon the mouldy huſks of his own righteouſneſs, that he might be fed with immortal food, the all-ſufficient righteouſneſs of God his Savior. While Jacob’s trouble was evidently deſigned for the temporal preſervation of himſelf and his houſe, at a time when famine and ſcarcity overſpread the earth; thus the woman fled into the wilderneſs where ſhe hath a place prepared of God, that they ſhould feed her there a thouſand two hundred and threeſcore days.

Bleſsed be God, though the church is in a wilderneſs at preſent, ſhe is not to abide there for ever, ſhe ſhall not be always beſet with dangers, ſurrounded by enemies, and filled with affliction and ſorrow; no, her beloved has not only prepared a place for her in this tumultuous ſes of fire and glaſs, where ſhe is to be fed and preſerved, but he is alſo gone as her great forerunner, to prepare a place in his palace, a manſion in his heaven for her; and at the ſet time, the appointed time, the expiration of that thouſand two hundred and threeſcore days, he will come himſelf and fetch her to partake of his glory, to ſhare in his kingdom, and ſit down onlhis throne to enjoy the utmoſt that a covenant God can beſtow on the beloved of his ſoul.—O eternal life! who can deſcribe thee? What can we ſay of thee? Alas, we can but ſay this, we know not fully what thou art; for eye hath not ſeen, nor ear heard, neither hath it or can it enter into the heart to conceive what it is to be with God for ever. He that hath enjoyed moſt of the light of his coutenance, moſt of P8v 224 of the joy of his ſalvation, moſt ſenſible communion with a condeſcending Savior, has but as it were ſipt of the cup, catch’d a drop from the infinite ocean; juſt tafted the fruits of the good land:—but when the time, the appointed period arrives, that wiſhed-for period which the ſaints of God long for, when the Lord Jesus the mighty, yea Almighty God, ſhall appear; then ſhall we appear with him in glory, and be like him; for we, his church, the purchaſe of his blood, ſhall ſee him as he is, but O with what eyes ſhall we behold him! with what hearts ſhall we love him! and with what triumphant ſongs ſhall we proclaim his honours, when we enter into that kingdom which was red for us before the foundation of the world:— then, and not till then, ſhall we be able clearly to expatiate on that infinite privilege of the believer in Jesus. Eternal life!

Great day of God, O when wilt thou appear

To uſher in the grand ſabbatic year,

When Jesus’ ſaints ſhall enter into reſt,

And ſoul and body be completey bleſt;

When in full choir they ſhall their King adore,

And hear the rude alarms of war no more;

When immortality ſhall crown the juſt,

And all their enemies ſhall lick the duſt;

O’erwhelm’d in awful wrath’s indegnant ſhow’r,

And death and hell confeſs a victor’s pow’r.

Great day! where art thou? angels cannot tell.

Tho’ nigh the throne their ſhining orders dwell;

’Tis hid from angels ken, but known to thee

Great three in one, eternal one in three;

Thy great decree has fixt the period ſure,

When ſin ſhall vex, and ſaints ſhall weep no more.

Letters Q1r 225


Letter I To Mr. and Mrs. M――n.

If ye continue in my word, then are ye my diſciples indeed, John iii.31.

Dear Friends,

Agreeable to my promiſe, I now ſit down to write to you, and according to your requeſt have taken for a motto the text I mentioned to you when at out houſe: it affords me, I aſsure you, no little pleaſure to ſee you both ſetting out in the good ways of God; you may remember I told you I hoped to meet you not only at—but alſo in the kingdom of heaven. This is a pleaſing hope, may it be fully accompliſhed in due time. In the firſt place, give me leave to aſsure you, Q that Q1v 226 that I did not mention this text with any view to diſcourage you; perhaps you are already troubled upon this ſubject, and afraid leſt you ſhould not continue— I know yound converts are very apt to be caſt down upon this accunt, but would not wiſh you ar preſent to be troubled about this, but your principal concern ſhould be to ſee that you ſet our aright, for all depends upon that.—Many ſet out in the profeſsion of religion who do not continue, but are preſently blown away by the wind of temptation and trial; but the reaſon is, they did ot begin aright, they were not deſciples indeed. If ſays Christ, ye continue in my word, then are ye my diſciples indeed

This is a conſolatory text, for it proves that they who are real diſciples, or diſciples indeed, do continue; the great thing then is to become diſciples indeed: they who are ſuch, are kept by the power of God, through faith unto ſalvation, Peter i.5. A diſciple indeed, is that in heart, which others are in ſhew: he has not only the leaves of profeſsion, but he has alſo the root of grace, without that root the leaves will preſently wither, and the faireſt bloſoms fade: but where that root is, though it may ſometimes experience a ſpiritual winter, yet it ſhall notwithſtanding, bud and bloſsom, and bring forth fruit even unto old age. Mere profeſsors are nery well contented with their profeſsion, and however others may fear and tremble for them, they ſeldom fear and tremble for themſelves; but thoſe who are diſciples indeed, eſpecially when firſt called by divine grace, are deeply concernedcerned Q2r 227 cerned to know whether they are right; they are ſubject to many fears and doubts abut this matter, and apprehenſions of being deceived, or miſtaken; and are in the general, much more perlexed with doubts about the reality of the work of grace in their hearts, than of either the power of willingneſs of Christ to ſave them: you perhaps may feel ſomething of this. Now there is none but the Holy Ghost himſelf that can put this matter ertirely out of doubt, but it has pleaſed him to lay down in his word ſome characteriſtics of thoſe who are diſciples indeed, and it is our duty to examine whether thoſe characteriſtics belong to us; if they do, it becomes our privilege to draw the moſt obvious conluſion from them, viz, that God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation, by our Lord Jesus Christ. The firſt characteriſtic I ſhall mention is this, (and I mention this becuaſe twenty one years ago, I myſelf experienced the ſweetneſs and conſolation of it,) whoſoever ſhall call upon the name of the Lord ſhall be ſaved, Acts ii.21. Joel ii.32. This is an abſolute promise to, as well as a deſcription of, the people of God. Here is one great difference between the diſciple indeed, and the mere profeſsio, the one prays, the other appears to pray; could you look into the heart of a mere profeſſor of religion, you would not find one grain of the ſpirit of grace and ſupplication in it, though perhaps he may be able say much be way of prayer, even in the great congregation; but the diſciple indeed, though he may not be able to ſay much in public, yet could you take a peep into his heart, you would find Q2 him Q2v 228 him a wreſting Jacob. Some of God’s people have much of the gift of prayer, but they all have the grace of prayer; the experience of God’s people are various in ſome things, ſome are led by the deep waters of conviction, and much ſorrow upon the account of ſin; others are gently led forth out of a ſtate of nature into a ſtate of grace, by the ſtill waters, and drawn by the cords of love; but which ever of theſe is the caſe, they unite in this, viz. being wreſtling Jacob’s before they become prevailing Iſraels; and the reaſon of this is evident, every diſciple indeed feels the importance of everlaſting things, feels the neceſsity of ſalvation, of being born again, of being waſhed in the blood of the Lamb, and cloathed in his righteouſneſs, for he finds he has none of his won, and according to the degree of the ſenſe he ahs of ehſe wants, he becomes a wreſtler with God for a ſupply of them; he cannot be eaſy; he cannot be contented; he cannot be happy, in time or eternity, without thſe bleſsings; he finds in his fleſh dwelleth o good thing, but he ſees that in Christ all fulneſs dwells: and he hears him ſay, Aſk, and ye ſhall have; ſeek, and ye ſhall find; knock, and it ſhall be opened unto you: whatſoever ye ſhall aſk in my name, I will do it, that the Father may be glorified in the Son John xiv.10. This encourages his hope, the deſires of his ſoul aſpire after heaven, and heavenly things; and the earneſt, the conſtant language of his heart and lips are, I will not let thee go until thou bleſs me: He now loſes all reliſh for the pleaſures of the world; he deſpiſes them as trifling traſh, unworthy of a ſoul that is born for eternity; the things which he formerly loved, he now hates, and the things which Q3r 229 which before were diſfuſtful and diſagreeable to him, now become objects of his delight; he now finds wiſdom’s ways to be ways of pleaſantneſs, and all her paths peace—this is the diſciple indeed. The mere profeſsor, though he may attend to all the outward forms of religion, yet remains deſtitute of the power of it; his heart feels no want, and conſequently he ſeeks no ſupply; but when God ſays the promiſe, Whoſoever ſhall call on the name of the Lord, ſhall be ſaved; your heart ſhall live that ſeek God, Pſalm lxix.32.

Now, my dear friends, I hope and believe that in the above little deſcription of your own picture. Do you feel the importance of everlaſting things? do you feel the necessity of being born again of God, of being waſhed in the blood, and cloathed in the righteouſneſs of Jehovah Jesus, and ſo intereſted in his complete ſalvation? do you ſo feel the neceſsity of theſe things as earneſtly to deſire them? and do theſe deſires lead you to call upon God for them, in the name of Jesus? are the ſecret breathings of your ſoul aſpiring to him, when no eye but his, is upon you? if ſo, remember the promiſe—All who call upon the name of the Lord, ſhall be ſaved; for none but diſciples indeed, ſo call upon him.—Have the pleaſures of the world loſt their reliſh in your eſteem? can you, will you chooſe affliction with the people of God, before the pleaſures of ſin for a ſeaſon? this muſt be Q3 done Q3v 230 done, but none can do it but thoſe who are diſciples indeed; if it is the choice of your heart, happy are you: the family of God, that he may purify your hearts by faith, and make you holy as well as happy? and do you find his ways deightful to you? is a day in his houſe ſweeter to you than a thouſand ſpent elſewhere? and do you deſire to continue in his ways? do you dread going back? andis it the ardent wiſh of your heart, that you may be kept by his power through faith unto ſalvation? If you can go with me a ſtep further, that is, to heaven, for the Lord who gives grace, gives glory alſo; none but the diſciple indeed, can go thus far, mere prefeſsors know nothing of theſe things.

In the next place, how is it that diſciples indeed continue in the word of Christ, and by ſo perſevering, give evidence of that they are? even becauſe they are like the houſe that is founded upon a rock, the floods ariſe, and the winds blow, and the rain deſcends, but the houſe ſtands ſafe, beauſe it is founded upon a rock; ſo the believer is built upon Christ, he is a ſure foundation; and another reaſon is, becauſe God the Holy Ghost has promiſed that he will abide with the chriſtian for ever, John xiv.16. None but he who firſt make the chriſtian, can keep him when made; it was God the Spirit firſt quickened you; had it not been for his Almighty and gracious influence, you might have Q4r 231 have ſet under the goſpel a million of years, and remained dead in treſpaſses and ſins; and I would wiſh you to remember, and never forget, that even now, you are not ſufficient to think a good thought of yourſelves; you cannot keep yourſelves a moment from ſin; you cannot overcome the world, or the devil, but by the mighty power of the Holy Ghost; if he had wrought divine faith in your hearts, remember you cannot exerciſe that faith, but while under his influence, nor any other grace: you can have no ſpiritual ſtrength, no increaſe of grace, no divine conſolation, but from him; therefore prize him highly, for he has promiſed to abide with you for ever: it is only he can make his word powerful and profitable to you; therefore pray mauch for his preſence, and influence, and teaching; ſeek him in all ways, for we can do nothing ſpiritual without him; love the means of grace: uſe them diligently: he has promiſed to hive his Holy Spirit to them that aſk him, Luke xi.13. And ſays the Lord, I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly: never be ſatisfied with preſent attainments, but ſeek after more. The promiſe is, They that wait upon the Lord ſhall renew their ſtrength Iſaiah xl.31. Searc the ſcriptures, and carefully avoid all eroneous preachers, and books; let the bible be your chief ſtudy; viſit other good authors ſometimes, but dwell with the word of God, You will find many ſpiritual enemies to encounter with; there is much contained under theſe three heads: the world, the fleſk, and the devil; but remembaer, this is the Victory, even our Faith, John v.4. There Q4 is Q4v 232 is nothing can conquer ſin and ſatan, but faith and prayer: but faith and prayer aſsuredly will conquer, becauſe Jesus Christ, who is the object of faith, is Almighty to ſave, and has promiſed to ſave; he is always faithful to his engagements, and when faith lays hold of his power and faithfulneſs, and calls upon him to fulfil his word, this brings the very omnipotence of Jehovah to the believer’s aid, and then ſin and ſatan flies before him, and the chriſtian experiences the truth of that word, to him that believeth all things are poſsible, but yet remember, the power is God’s, and not the chriſtian’s.—We do not always conquer, becauſe we are ſlow of heart to believe the promiſes of GOD, and his power and faithfulneſs to fulfil them; for want of this, the chriſtian is often worſted by his ſpiritual enemies, but notwithſtanding this, he that is a diſciple indeed ſhall overcome at the laſt; he ſhall endure to the end, becauſe he is kept by the mighty power of God, through faith unto ſalvation. God is glorified by the perſeverance of his ſaints in holineſs, and by ſo continuing in the good ways of God, they prove to the angels, and to devils, to good men, and bad men, that they are diſciples indeed, and alſo get a good evidence to theri own ſouls, that they are amongſt the number of thoſe of whom Christ ſays, I give unto them eternal life, and they ſhall never periſh, neither ſhall any pluch them out of my hand John x.28. I could ſay a good more upon this ſubject, but having already exceeded the moderate bounds of a letter, ſhall poſtpone any further remarks till another opportunity, and ſhall conclude with obſerving that Q5r 233 that they who know moſt of divine things in this world, know but little, they who are moſt kept by thepower of God, have moſt reaſon to be thankful; by faith we ſtand, but let him that thinketh he ſtandeth, take heed leſt he fall: we are never ſafe but when we are nothing in our own eyes; when we are weak, then we are ſtrong; when we are moſt ſenſible of our own weakneſs, then the power of Christ reſts upon us. May you and I then, my dear friends, by very humbles, very thankful: may we preſs towards the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus; may we be enabled to glorify him on earth, and may we meet in his kingdom to praiſe his name, and to aſcribe ſalvation to God and the Lamb, throughout the countleſs ages of eternity.

I am, my dear friends, Yours moſt ſincerely in the beſt bonds,

Maria De Fleury.

LET Q5v 234

Letter II

My dear Madam,

It is with the greateſt pleaſure imaginable that I ſit down to fulfil my promiſe of writing to you the firſt opportunity, indeed thoſe whoſe hearts areunited in the ſacred bonds of friendſhip, find it a moſt agreeable privilege to be able to converſe together when diſtance of place puts a ſeparation between them. I hope you are better in health and ſpirits whan whem I ſaw you laſt. Ah, my dear friend, why do you give yourſelf up to ſorrow and anxiety; is it becauſe you have no reaſon to rejoice? that muſt be impoſsible: indeed, immoderate grief is both unreaſonable and unprofitable, and therefore I cannot but blame you for induging it; yet do not be angry with me, for though I blame you, it is I aſsure you with a heart which ſincerely ſympathiſes with your affliction: I am not a ſtranger to trouble, I amnot a ſtranger to grief; and I know, then carried to exceſs, it is diſhonouring to God and unprofitable to us.—Let not your hearts be troubled ſaid the compaſsionate Redeemer tohis diſconſolate diſciples, when thy were ſinking under dreadful apprehenſions of loſing the preſence of their beſt friend: but alas, how Q6r 235 how apt are out hearts to be troubled upon much ſlighter occaſions! indeed it is our folly, and we have reaſon to be humbled in the duſt upon the account of it; not that I ſuppoſe there is any thing deſirable in the unfeeling diſpoſition of a ſtoic: no, ſuch a temper is by no means the fruit of the Spirit; the ſoul who is really goſpelized, is taught to weep with thoſe who weep; and if it is a goſpel precept to ſympathize with the afflictions of others, it is ſurely allowable to feel for one’s own Jesus wept over his dear deceaſed Lazarus, and tenderly ſhared in the ſorrows of two amiable ſiſters, who were lamenting the loſs of a brother, who was perhaps dearere to them than their lives. We do not find that he chid their ſorrow, but he did chide their unbelief. Afflictions, my dear Madam, you are ſenſible, ſpring not out of the ground; they do not happen to us be chance, but are a valuable part of the ſaint’s inheritance: but though they are a valuable and profitable, yet they are ſo exceedingly diſagreeable to nature, ſo irkſome and painful, that we are apt to ſtart back, and would fain, if poſsible, be excuſed from accepting this part of our portion. Alas, we are fooliſh children, but it is our mercy that we hav a wiſe Father, who willnot ſtudy our humours, but will give us that which is moſt for our good, Remember that you receive your afflictions by weight and meaſure; there has nothing happened to you fut what your heavenly Father appointed for you when he wrote your name in the Lamb’s book of life; and then infinite wiſdom and infinite love, ſat as it were in council to contrive what ſhould be moſt for your advantage in time and in eternity: O then Q6v 236 then dry up your tears, and beno more ſad, buat rejoice, for you have abundant reaſon; look away from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermion, from the lions dens, from the mountains of the lepards, Cant. iv.8.

O my friend, turn your eyes from your troubles, your difficulties and enemeies, eſpecially from thoſe which are paſt, for they are gone for ever, and with the future you have nothing to do: And what ſhall you behold? indeed there is a glorious proſpect before you, O that you might be enabled to view it though the teleſcope of faith, and then I am ſure it will cheer your ſpirits, be they ſunk ever ſo low: what ſays the apoſtle, Our light afflictions which are but for a moment, work out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, 2 Cor. iv.17. There is light affliction for you here, but a weight of glory in reverſion: have but a little patience, and ſin and ſorrow will be no more. Could you borrow the wings of a ſeraph, and aſcend to the new Jerusalem, and there inquire of the white robed inhabitants, the ſpirits of juſt men made perfect, whether they or any of them arrived at thoſe manſions of bleſsedneſs any other way than by the way of the croſs, they would unanimouſly tell you, it was through much tribulation that they entered the kingdom of God. Why then ſhould you be diſcouraged, who have the ſame Jehovah Jesus to be your guide through the wilderneſs that they had; the ſame exceeding great and precious promiſes, and the ſame inexhauſtable riches of grace to ſupport, to comfort and make you more than a Q7r 237 a conqueror through him who hath loved you? Fear not, ſays our divine Maſter, thou worm Jacob, I will help thee, yea, I will ſtrengthen thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteouſneſs. O how ſafe and ſecure muſt you be then who have the right hand of omnipotence exerted in you defence! ſurely you may ſay with the Pſalmiſt, though the hills be removed and the mountains carried into the ſea, yet will I not be afraid; indeed you have no reaſon to fear, for the eternal God is your refuge, and underneath you are his everlaſting arms, Deut. xxxiii.27. May theſe conſiderations, my dear Madam, in the hand of him whoſe office it is to comfort thoſe who are caſt down, afford you ſtrong conſolation, may the ſun of righteouſneſs ariſe and ſhine upon you, and with his delightful joy-inſpiring beams diſperſe the glooms which hang upon your mind, and fill you with peace and joy in believing unſpeakable and full of glory.

I beg your pardon for being ſo prolix, it is my uſual fault, when I begin to ſcribble I ſeldom know when to leave off; I wonder ſometimes that my friends have patience with me; however, friendſhip can pardon the faults of a friend.

My father and brother unite with me in beſt wiſhes to you, Madam, and Mr— we hope he got ſafe home on Tueſday night, and it will give us the greateſt pleaſure in the world to ſee you both in town as ſoon as you pleaſe.

I am my dear Madam, with the greateſt reſpect, Your moſt ſincere friend and ſervant,

Maria De Fleury.

Q7v 238

Letter III To Miss J* * * * * Y.

Dear Miſs,

It being at the requeſt of your honoured father, that the firſt poem in this book was written, and indeed the whole publiſhed, I hope it will not be deemed an impropriety if, before I conlude it, I beg leave to addreſs a few lines to you.—You are young, my dear Miſs, but you are not too young to be happy, you are not too young to die; you are a young immortal. May you be ſo deeply impreſsed with a ſenſe of your true dignity, that all the gay, inchating, deceitful pleaſures of ſin may appear in your view, what they really are in themſelves, unworthy you purſuit; while the pleaſures of true religion, the ſublime enjoyments which a ſaving acquaintance with God in Christ Jesus, brings home to the ſoul, may riſe high in your eſtimation, be your early choice, your firſt and laſt purſuit. Your dear parents, I am perſuaded, can tell you from their own experience what are the advantages of true, heart felt religion, being made partakers of its bleſsings them- Q8r 239 themſelves; they can, and I doubt not but they do recommend it to you as the one thing needful, and their prayers for you inceſsantly are, that the ſame diſtinguiſhing grace which has brought ſalvation to their hearts, may be alſo beſtowed upon you; they wiſh you a better portion than they can give you, even that Immanuel, the great God, our Savior may give himſelf to you as your everlaſting portion, and when they ſhall ſee you enabled to devote yourſelf, your youth, your ſoul and body, your all, as your reaſonable ſervice to him, they will know that this is the caſe: this is their wiſh for you, and this is my wiſh for you; may the great hearer of prayer put his amen to our wiſhes, and ſay, So be it.—

When you read the firſt poem this book contains, you will remember that I wrote it at the requeſt of your father, and I am perſuaded that love to the divine redeemer, and zeal for his truth, were the motives of that requeſt: may your father’s God be your God; may the great and glorious truths which this poem contains, be ſo revealed to you ſoul by the Spirit of Truth, that Immanuel’s name may become precious to you, be the moſt charming ſound to your ears, and himſelf, altogether lovely in your view; and if ever this is the caſe, which I hope and pray it may, you will poſseſs greater rivhes and ſublimer happineſs than the riches of Peru, or the empire of th world could give you.—May the divine Spirit enable you, my dear Miſs, to ſeek for theſe durable riches, and this ſublime happineſs: if you ſeek them with your whole heart, you ſhall have them; the Lord Jesus gives them freely to every one who 3 is Q8v 240 is really and truly deſirous to have them; and it is his peculiar delight to give them to thoſe who ſeek them in the early part of life: He ſays, I love them that love me, and they that ſeek my early, shall find me, Prov. viii.17.

The Lord Jesus, when he was upon earth was the moſt gentle, kind and compaſsionate man in the world; he was eaſy to be intreated, he healed all that came to him to be healed of their diſeaſes, and even died for ſinners; and now, though he is exalted at God’S right hand—nay, though he is himſelf the eternal God, yet he is as kind and gracious as ever, May his Holy Spirit convince you of your need of his ſalvation, and cauſe you earneſtly and diligently to ſeek it, then ſhall you find him the kindeſt father, the moſt graciou savior, and the moſt faithful and affectionate friend, all your future life, he will be your God and your guide unto death, and your glorious portion to eternity.

That this may be your happy experience, is the ſincere wiſh, and ſhall be the hearty prayer of, dear Miſs,

Your affectionate friend

Maria De Fleury.

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A Soliloquy.

In yonder heav’nly courts, thoſe realms of light,

Where love, and joy, and peace for ever reign,

The ſons of morn, the great ſeraphic choirs,

Tune their ſoft harps, and raiſe their loftieſt notes,

To hymn the great I am.—Melodious anthems

Sound thro’ the arches of th’etherial ſky,

And all the theme is, holy, holy, holy

Lord God Omnipotent!—Before his throne,

The white rob’d ſaints, the ranſom’d of the Lord,

The trophies of his grace, enraptur’d bow,

And lowly reverent, before his footſtool,

Adoring caſt their amaranthine crowns,

And join th’ angelic ſong, To him (they cry)

Who lov’d us, bought us, waſh’d us in his blood,

And made us Kings, and holy Priests to God,

To him be glory, honour, power and praiſe,

Eternally aſcrib’d

.—And doth his praiſe

Alone employ the throng beatific?

Is earth indeed ſo far remov’d from heav’n,

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That from her alters no bright flames can riſe,

Of ſacred love, and voices gratulant?

O no! he has a company below

Of royal prieſts, who offer daily incenſe

Of praiſe before his throne; a thankful ſong

From ev’ry corner of the people earth,

Riſes, ſonorous in Jehovah’s ears,

For they aſcribe ſalvation to his name,

And ſing the glories of the bleeding Lamb.

Nor does Jehovah’s praiſe alone aſpire

From creatures, born to Immortality;

The leſser works of his Almighty hand,

With ſilent worſhip pay their homage due,

In ſwift odedience to his potent word.

Majeſtic Sol, bright emporer of day,

Shines forth his glory in his ſplendid beams.

The radiant Moon, walking in brightneſs, waits

To riſe and ſet at his ſupreme command;

At his great word, nor ſun nor moon aroſe

For three diurnal ſtages, on the land

Of clouded Egypt, but reſign’d their ſway

To night impenetrable, emblem ſad

Of that black veil, that more than midnight gloom

Which overſpread their minds, eſtrang’d from God.

By his authority, theſe ſhining orbs

Forſook their courſe and to the voice of man

Liſten’d attentive, when the mighty chief

Divinely miſsion’d, led old Jacob’s ſons

To honourable war; the ſun ſtood ſtill,

And ſilver Cynthia, in the flow’ry vale

Of pleaſant Ajalon,—ſo the bright train,

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Which ſpangle o’er yon azure firmament

In ſwift obedience to Jehovah’s will,

Pour’d all their baleful influence on the head

Of death devoted Sisera, the foe

Of God, and of his people.—Heav’n, and earth,

Fire, hail, and ſnow, and all created things,

Pay ready homage to the ſov’reign word

Of their Almighty King, and in full choir,

Tho’ wanting voice, echo the grateful ſound

Of univerſal hallelujah.——

Liſt, O my ſoul, the empirean heav’ns,

With ſongs of triumph, voices jubilant

Sounds thro’ unbounded ſpace.—Angelic choirs

And thy redeemed brethren join the theme,

And wilt thou ſilent ſtand?—O catch the flame,

The holy flame of love and gratitude,

To the Almighty Monarch of the ſkies,

Thy Father, and thy Friend. What names are theſe?

How big with bleſsings—ſhall a worm of earth

Thus honour’d, dare refuſe to join the ſong

Of Wohhty is the Lamb? Awake, my ſoul,

And all my powers awake, to celebrate

The God of glory, and the God of grace,

Who form’d the heav’ns—and bled on Calvary,

Who ſpoil’d the monſter death, and broke his dart,

And captive led cativity along,

Chain’d to his chariot wheels O love divine!

Still will I ſing of thee, in riſing morn,

When Pheobus mounts his burning carr, and gilds

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The eaſtern clouds with rays of orient light;

When in meridian glory thron’d, he ſhines,

And darts prolific glories round the world;

When ſober evening’s mild refreſhing air

Revives creation, and bright Heſper leads

The ſtarry train, that uſhers in the night:

Then ſhall my ſong ariſe—O for a ſong

Divine, like that ehich flows from Gabriel’s lips;

But ah! I faint unequal to the theme.

Fly ſwift ye moments, Time, increaſe thy ſpeed,

To bring the period when my ſoul ſhall ſhake

Her fetters off, ſhall throw her chains aſide,

And freed from fleſh, ſhall mount and ſoar aloft

On angels wings, to her Redeemer’s throne;

Then ſhall his mighty love be all her theme,

And everlaſting praiſe her ſweet employ.