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See the vile king his iron sceptre bear-
Yet shall Jehovah's servants stand secure,
At length the long-expected Prince behold,
But now fallen Sion, once the fair and great, Sits deep in dust, abandon'd, desolate: Bleeds her sad heart, and ever stream her eyes, And anguish tears her with convulsive sighs. The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain, Her hands, that rankle with the servile chain ; Till he*, great chief, in Heav'n's appointed time, Leads back her children to their native clime. Fair Liberty revives with all her joys, And bids her envied walls securely rise. And thou, great hallow'd dome, in ruin spread, Again shall lift sublime thy sacred head. But, ah! with weeping eyes, the ancients view A faint resemblance of the old in you. No more th' effulgent glory of thy God Speaks awful answers from the mystic cloud; No more thine altars blaze with fire divine; And Heaven has left thy solitary shrine. Yet in thy courts, hereafter shalt thou see, Presence immediate of the Deity,
(thee. The Light himself reveal'd, the God confess'd in
And now at length the fated term of years The world's Desire have brought, and lo! the God
appears. The heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, And her fond looks confess'd the parent's cares ; The pleasing burden on her breast she lays, Hangs o'er her charms, and with a smile surveys : The infant smiles, to her fond bosom prest, And wantons, sportive, on the mother's breast. A radiant glory speaks him all divine, And in the child the beams of godhead shine. But now, alas! far other views disclose The blackest comprehensive scene of woes. See where man's voluntary sacrifice Bows his meek head, and God eternal dies ! Fix'd to the cross his healing arms are bound, While copious mercy streams from ev'ry wound. Mark the blood-drops that life exhausting roll, And the strong pang that rends the stubborn soul, As all death's tortures, with severe delay, Exult and riot in the noblest prey ! And canst thou, stupid man, those sorrows see, Nor share the anguish which he bears for thee? Thy sin, for which his sacred flesh is torn, Points ev'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn. Canst thou?_while nature smarts in ev'ry wound, And each pang cleaves the sympathetic ground ! Lo! the black Sun, his chariot backward driven, Blots out the day, and perishes from Heav'n! Earth, trembling from her entrails, bears a part; And the rent rock upbraids man's stubborn heart, The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign, And the cold clay-clad dead start into life again.
And thou, O tomb, once more shalt wide display
THE EXCELLENCY OF THE BIBLE.
GREAT God, with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look:
Shine brightest in thy book.
Have much instruction given;
How I may climb to Heaven.
The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.
Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies ; Here my
desires are satisfied, And hence my hopes arise.
Lord! make me understand thy law;
Show what my thoughts have been: And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.
Here would I learn how Christ had died
To save my soul from Hell: Not all the books on Earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.
Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight
DIVINE ILLUMINATION NECESSARY TO THE MOST
God never meant, that man should scale the
Heav'ns By strides of human wisdom, in his works, Though wondrous: he commands us in his word