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Trim epithets shall spread their gloss,
While every cell's o'ergrown with moss:
Here forests brown, and azure hills,
There babbling fonts, and prattling rills;
Or sinking on his Thetis' breast,
Drives in description down the west.
While Taste and Genius shall dispense,
And sound shall triumph over sense;
Extract its beauty, and its power,
From every new poetic flower,
LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM.
Hatred and vengeance,—my eternal portion
Damned below Judas; more abhorred than he was,
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me,
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice
I. WALKING WITH GOD.
Oh for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
Where is the blessedness I knew
Where is the soul-refreshing view
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
Mow sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
The dearest idol I have known,.
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
So shall my walk be close with God,
So purer light shall mark the road
II. JEHOVAH-JIREH.—The Lord Will Provide. Gen. xxii. 14.
The saints should never be dismayed,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
The Saviour will appear.
This Abraham found: he raised the knife;
God saw, and said, " Forbear! Yon ram shall yield his meaner life; Behold the victim there."
Once David seemed Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand; Saul turns his arms another way,
To save the invaded land.
When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
But God prepared a fish to save,
Blest proofs of power and grace divine, That meet us in his word!May every deep-felt care of mine Be trusted with the Lord.
Wait for his seasonable aid, And though it tarry, wait:The promise may be long delayed, But cannot come too late.
III. JEHOVAH-ROPHI.—I Am The Lord That Healeth Thee. Exod. xv. 26.
Heal Us, Emmanuel! here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to thee repair,
And, Saviour, we are such.
Our faith is feeble, we confess, We faintly trust thy word;But wilt thou pity us the less?Be that far from thee, Lord!
Remember him who once applied,
With trembling, for relief; "Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,
"Oh, help my unbelief!"
She too, who touched thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole, Was answered, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
Concealed amid the gathering throng,
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Like her, with hopes and fears we come, To touch thee, if we may;Oh! send us not despairing home!Send none unhealed away!
IV. JEHOVAH-NISSI.—The Lord Mv Banner. Exod. xvii. 15.
Bv whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook.
'Twas Israel's God and King Who sent him to the fight; Who gave him strength to sling, And skill to aim aright. Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Because young David's God is yours.
Who ordered Gideon forth
To storm the invaders' camp, With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp? The trumpets made his coming known, And all the host was overthrown.
Oh! I have seen the day,
When with a single word, God helping me to say,"My trust is in the Lord," My soul hath quelled a thousand foes, Fearless of all that could oppose.
But unbelief, self-will,
Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my side! Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, Will help his servant to the end.
V. JEHOVAH-S.HALOM.—The Lord Send Peace. Judges vi. 24.
Jesus! whose blood so freely streamed To satisfy the law's demand;
By thee from guilt and wrath redeemed, Before the Father's face I stand.
To reconcile offending man,
Make Justice drop her angry rod; What creature could have formed the plan, Or who fulfil it but a God?
No drop remains of all the curse,
For wretches who deserved the whole;
No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce
Peace by such means so dearly bought,
Peace, by his injured Sovereign wrought, His Sovereign fastened to a tree.
Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare!
For strife with earth and hell begins; Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul that hates his sins.
Let them in horrid league agree!
They may assault, they may distress; But cannot quench thy love to me, Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.
VI. WISDOM. Proi: viii. 22—31.
"Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
The wonderful I AM,
And Wisdom is my name.
"When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad, And swathed about the swelling
Of Ocean's mighty flood; He wrought by weight and measure,
And I was with him then; Myself the Father's pleasure,
And mine the sons of men."
Thus Wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and thy grace, Thou everlasting Lover
Of our unworthy race! Thy gracious eye surveyed us
Ere stars were seen above; In wisdom thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.
And couldst thou be delighted
And mystery divine!
Says, "Sinner, I am thine!"
VII. VANITY OF THE WORLD.
God gives his mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good; Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.
The world's esteem is but a bribe,
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe,
The joy that vain amusements give,
'Tis thus the world rewards the fools
She leads them blindfold by her rules,
God knows the thousands who go down
And with a long despairing groan
O fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Saviour's charms,
Embraced in everlasting arms.
VIII. O LORD, I WILL PRAISE
THEE. Isaiah xii. I.
I WILL praise thee every day
Here, in the fair Gospel-field,
Jesus is become at length
Praise ye, then, his glorious name,
Raise again the joyful sound,
IX. THE CONTRITE HEART.
I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could; But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
My best desires are faint and few,
But when I cry, "My strength renew!"
Thy saints are comforted, I know,
I therefore go where others go,
Oh make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And heal it if it be.
X. THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH. Isaiah Ix. 15—20. Iikar what God the Lord hath spoken:
"O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you. Thorns of heartfelt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways: You shall name your walls Salvation,
And your gates shall all be Praise.
There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow; 'or the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow; .till in undisturbed possession
Peace and righteousness shall reign; Jever shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.
'Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
Find eternal noon in me:
Change to day the gloom of night;
(lod your everlasting light."
XL JEHOVAH OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS. Jer. xxiii. 6.
My God, how perfect are thy ways!
But mine polluted are;
And slides into my prayer.
When I would speak what thou hast done
To save me from my sin,
But self-applause creeps in.
Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to thee.
This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow,
Still bubbling from below!
Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord for ever mine.
XII. EPHRAIM REPENTING.
Mv God, till I received thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
So backward to comply.
With grief my just reproach I bear;
Shame fills me at the thought, How frequent my rebellions were,
What wickedness I wrought.
Thy merciful restraint I scorned,
Vet turn me, and I shall be turned!
"Is Ephraim banished from my thoughts,
Or vile in my esteem? "No,"saiththe Lord, "with all his faults,
I still remember him."
"Is he a.dear and pleasant child?"
"Yes, dear and pleasant still; Though sin his foolish heart beguiled,
And he withstood my will.
"My shaqi rebuke has laid him low,
He seeks my face again; My pity kindles at his woe,
He shall not seek in vain."
XIII. THE COVENANT.
TltK Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
"Behold, I changeyour hearts of stone; Each shall renounce his idol-god,
And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone.
"My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds To wash your filthiness away;
Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
"My truth the great design ensures,
I give myself away to you;
Your God unalterably true.
"Yet not unsought, or unimplored,
The plenteous grace shall I confer; No—your whole hearts shall seek the Lord,
I'll put a praying spirit there.
"From the first breath of life divine,
The gracious work shall all be mine,