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O that the day, the joyful day were come, Lo, he reveals his shining breast;
I own those wounds, and I adore :
Whence flow these favours so divine?
Lord! why so lavish of thy blood ? And like himself: hen the Mysterious Word
Why for such earthly souls as mine,
This heavenly flesh, this sacred food ?
'Twas his own love that made him bleed, His Father's sacred works and wondrous ways:
That nail'd him to the cursed tree; Then wisdom, righteousness, and grace divine,
'Twas his own love this table spread Through all the infinite transactions past
For such unworthy worms as we. Inwrought and shining, shall with double blaze Then let us taste the Saviour's love; Strike our astonish'd eyes, and ever reign
Coine, Faith, and feed upon the Lord : Admir'd and glorious in triumphant light.
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet Hosannas crown the board.
CONVERSE WITH CHRIST.
LOVE ON A CROSS, AND A THRONE.
I'm tir'd with visits, modes, and forms,
Their conversation cloys;
[.joys. Of thy best company, my Lord, thou life of all my
When he begins to tell his love,
The captives of his tongue:
I could attend the pleasing sound, (ness long.
He bore upon the tree,
And weep, and love, and bless the name [for me.
Next he describes the thorns he wore,
Till I am drown'd in tears :
I hear the glorious sufferer tell,
And all the powers beneath :
Attempts his triumphs in a song;
He sets my soul on fire:
With more delight upon that breast, [desire.
Kindly he opens me his ear,
And tell him all my pains:
In every woe he bears a part, (sustains.
A PREPARATORY THOUGHT FOR THE
Mly from my thoughts, all human things,
Dear Lord, forgive my rash complaint, And sporting swains, and fighting kings,
And love me still And tales of wanton love :
Against my froward will; My soul disdains that little snare
Unveil thy beauties, though I faint.
This feeble state of things shall fly,
Then shall I gaze with strengthen'd sight
My heart shall all be love, my Jesus all delight,
Tell me, Shepherd, all divine,
LOVE TO CHRIST, PRESENT OR ABSENT.
Op all the joys we mortals know, The sickening sheep to covert fly,
Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest; The sheep not half so faint as I,
Love the best blessing here below, Thus overcome with love.
And nearest image of the blest. Say, thou dear Sovereign of my breast,
Sweet are my thoughts, and soft my cares, Where dost thou lead thy flock to rest?
When the celestial flame I feel ; Why should I appear like one
In all my hopes, and all my fears, Wild and wandering all alone,
There's something kind and pleasing still. Unbeloved and unknown?
While I am held in his embrace, O my Great Redeemer, say,
There's not a thought attempts to rove; Shall I turn my feet astray ?
Each smile he wears upon his face Will Jesus bear to see me rove,
Fixes, and charms, and fires my love. To see me seek another love?
He speaks, and straight immortal joys Ne'er had I known his dearest name,
Run through my ears, and reach my heart;, Ne'er bad I felt this inward flame,
My soul all melts at that dear voice,
If he withdraw a moment's space,
He leaves a sacred pledge behind ;
Here in this breast his image stays, Without returns of passion for his dying wound.
The grief and comfort of my mind. His eyes are glory mixt with grace;
While of his absence I complain, In his delightful awful face
And long and weep as lovers do, Sits majesty and gentleness.
There's a strange pleasure in the pain,
And tears have their own sweetness too,
When round his courts by day I rove,
Or ask the watchmen of the night Nor is my soul refin’d enough
For some kind tidings of my love, To bear the beaming of his love,
His very name creates delight. And feel his warmer smiles.
Jesus, my God; yet rather come; Where shall I rest this drooping head?
Mine eyes would dwell upon thy face; I love, I love the sun, and yet I want the shade.
'Tis best to see my Lord at home, My sinking spirits feebly strive
And feel the presence of his grace.
And yet without them die.
THE ABSENCE OF CHRIST.
Come, lead me to some lofty shade Oh, why should Beauty heavenly bright
Where turtles moan their loves;
Tall shadows were for lovers made,
And grief becomes the groves.
I faint beneath a nobler wound, Ascend the azure hills, and shine
Nor love below the skies. Among the happy tenants of the skies,
Jesus, the spring of all that's bright, They can sustain a vision so divine.
The everlasting Fair, O turn thy lovely glories from me,
Heaven's ornament, and Heaven's delight, The joys are too intense, the glories overcome me. Is my eternal care.
But, ah! how far above this grave
Does the bright charmer dwell ? Absence, thou keenest wound to love,
That sharpest pain I feel.
And near him vent my woes;
Yet still my passion grows.
I tell the rocks my flame, And bless the Echo in her cell
That best repeats his name.
Till pitying winds shall hear,
And gently wound bis ear.
DESIRING HIS DESCENT TO EARTH. Jesus, I love. Come, dearest name, Come and possess this heart of mine; I love, though 'tis a fainter tame, And infinitely less than thine. O! if my Lord would leave the skies Drest in the rays of mildest grace, My soul should hasten to my eyes To meet the pleasures of his face. How would I feast on all his charms, Then round his lovely feet entwine ! Worship and love, in all their forms, Should honour beauty so divine. In vain the tempter's flattering tongue, The world in vain shall bid me move, In vain; for I should gaze so long Till I were all transform'd to love. Then, mighty God, I'd sing and say, “What empty names are crowns and kings! Amongst them give these worlds away, These little despicable things." I would not ask to climb the sky, Nor envy angels iheir abode; I have a Heaven as bright and high In the blest vision of my God.
Lord, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy holy face,
And feel thy vital rays.
With rapture on his tongue;
And Heaven repeats the song.
From each eternal hill,
The happy region fill.
Spreads life and joy abroad :
To see a smiling God!
From all inferior things;
And stretch my airy wings.
The wondrous prophet tried ; “ Climb up the mount,” says God," and die :"
The prophet climb'd, and died.
Upon his Maker's breast;
And laid his flesh to rest.
That God's own spirit gave;
And his the sweetest grave.
ASCENDING TO HIM IN HEAVEN.
LONG FOR HIS RETURN.
'Tis pure delight, without alloy,
Jesus, to hear thy name;
I feel the sacred flame.
While Love inspires my breast, Love, the divinest of the train,
The sovereign of the rest. This is the grace must live and sing,
When faith and fear shall cease, Must sound from every joyful string Through the sweet groves of blisk
O'Twas a mournful parting day!
Farewell, my Spouse, he said (How tedious, Lord, is thy delay!
How long my Love hath staid !) Farewell ! At once he left the ground,
And climb'd his Father's sky; Lord, I would tempt thy chariot down,
Or leap to thee on high.
Round the creation wild I rove,
Then why my heart sunk down so low? And search the globe in vain ;
Why do my eyes dissolve and flow, There's nothing here that's worth my love
And hopeless nature mour ? Till thou return again.
Review, my soul, those pleasing days,
Read his unalterable grace
Through the displeasure of his face,
And wait a kind return.
A Father's love may raise a frown
To chide the child, or prove the Son, With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
But love will ne'er destroy ; My soul dissolves away :
The hour of darkness is but short, Dear Sovereign, whirl the seasons round,
Faith be thy iife, and patience thy support, And bring the promis'd day.
The morning brings the joy.
HOPE IN DARKNESS.
COME, LORD JESUS. Yet, gracious God,
When shall thy lovely face be seen?
When shall our eyes behold our God) Yet will I seek thy smiling face;
What lengths of distance lie between! What though a short eclipse his beauties shrowd
And hills of guilt, a heavy load! And bar the influence of his rays, 'Tis but a morning vapour, or a summer cloud:
Our months are ages of delay, He is my Sun though he refuse to shine :
And slowly every minute wears : Though for a moment he depart
Fly, winged Time, and roll away I dwell for ever on his heart,
These tedious rounds of sluggish years. For ever he on mine.
Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains, Early before the light arise
Let the eternal pillars bow; I'll spring a thought away to God;
Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains, The passion of my heart and eyes
And make the crystal mountains flow. Shall shout a thousand groans and sighs,
Hark, how thy saints unite their cries, A thousand glances strike the skies,
And pray and wait the general doom ; The floor of his abode.
Corne, Thou, the Soul of all our joys, Dear Sovereign, hear thy servant pray,
Thou, the Desire of Nations, come! Bend the blue Heavens, Eternal king,
Put thy bright robes of triumph on, Downward thy cheerful graces bring ;
And bless our eyes, and bless our ears, Or shall I breathe in vain and pant my hours away? Thou absent Love, thou dear Unknown, Break, glorious Brightness, through the glooiny veil, Thou Fairest of ten thousand Fairs ! Look how the armies of despair
Our heart-strings groan with deep complaint ; Aloft their sooty banners rear
Our flesh lies panting, Lord, for thee, Round my poor captive soul, and dare
And every limb, and every joint,
Stretches for immortality.
Our spirits shake their eager wings,
And burn to meet thy flying throne; One glance of thine creates a day,
We rise away from mortal things And drives the troops of Hell away.
Tattend thy shining chariot down.
Now let our cheerful eyes survey
The blazing earth and melting hills,
And smile to see the lightnings play
And flash along before thy wheels.
O for a shout of violent joys Fled to the deeps of Death again,
To join the trumpet's thundering sound! And siniling triumph sat on every face :
The angel herald shakes the skies, Our spirits raptur'd with the sight
Awakes the graves, and tears the ground, Were all devotion, all delight,
Ye slumbering saints, a heavenly host and loud Hosannas sounded the Redeemer's praise. Stands waiting at your gaping tombs; Here could I say,
Let every sacred sleeping dust (And point the place whereon I stood)
Leap into life, for Jesus comes.
Jesus, the God of might and love,
New-moulds our limbs of cumbrous clay; With fruit and manna from above;
Quick as seraphic flames we move, Divinely sweet the blessings were
Active, and young, and fair as they.
Our airy feet with unknown fight,
Swift as the motions of desire,
Run up the hills of heavenly light,
And leave the weltering world in fire.
And now he's gone, (O mighty woe!) BEWAILING MY OWN INCONSTANCY. Gone from my soul, and hides his love!
Curse on you, sins, that griev'd him so, I love the Lord; but ah! how far
Ye sins, that forc'd him to remove! My thoughts from the dear object are !
Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue : This wanton heart how wide it roves !
Hither, my friends, your sorrows bring : And fancy meets a thousand loves.
Angels, assist my doleful song, If my soul burn to see my God,
If you have e'er a mourning string. · I tread the courts of his abode;
But, ah! your joys are ever high, But troops of rivals throng the place,
Ever his lovely face you see ; And tempt me ofi' before his face.
While my poor spirits pant and die, Would I enjoy my Lord alone,
And groan, for thee, my God, for thee.
Yet let my hope look through my tears,
And spy afar his rolling throne;
His chariot through the cleaving spheres But cares, or trifles, make, or find,
Shall bring the bright Beloved down. Still new avenues to the mind,
Swift as a roe Aies o'er the hills, Till I with grief and wonder see
My soul springs out to meet him high; Huge crowds betwixt the Lord and me.
Then the fair Conqueror turns his wheels, Oft I am told the Muse will prove
And climbs the mansions of the sky. A friend to piety and love;
There smiling joy for ever reigns, Straight I begin some sacred song,
No more the turtle leaves the dove; And take my Saviour on my tongue.
Farewell to jealousies, and pains,
And all the ills of absent love!
ETERNAL Power! whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God; And shadows tempt her thoughts abroad :
Infinite length beyond the bounds How shall I fix this wandering mind,
Where stars revolve their little rounds : Or throw my fetters on the wind ?
The lowest step above thy seat Look gently down, Almighty Grace,
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet; Prison me round in thine embrace ;
In vain the tall archangel tries Pity the soul that would be thine,
To reach thine height with wondering eyes. And let thy power my love confine,
Thy dazzling beauties whilst he sings, Say, when shall the bright moment be
He hides his face behind his wings; That I shall live alone for thee,
And ranks of shining thrones around My heart no foreign lords adore,
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.
Lord, what shall earth and asbes do!
The Great, the Holy, and the High !
Earth from afar has heard the fame,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name; Happy the hours, the golden days,
But O, the glories of thy mind When I could call my Jesus mine,
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind, And sit and view his smiling face,
God is in Heaven, and men below; And melt in pleasures all-divine,
Be short, our tunes; our words, be few; Near to my heart, within my arms
A sacred reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.
Tibi silet laus, O Deus. Psal. Ixv. 1.
GOD EXALTED ABOVE ALL PR AISE.