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The types and figures were a glass, In which they saw a Saviour's face.
The paschal sacrifice
And blood-besprinkled door, Seen with enlightened eyes, And once applied with power, Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile an angry God.
The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
His perfect innocence, Whose blood of matchless worth Should be the soul's defence; For he who can for sin atone, Must have no failings of his own.
The scape-goat on his head
The people's trespass bore,
Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free; The type, well understood, Expressed the sinner's plea; Described a guilty soul enlarged, And by a Saviour's death discharged.
Jesus, I love to trace,
Throughout the sacred page,
"Write to Sardis," saith the Lord,
"And write what he declares, He whose Spirit, and whose word,
Upholds the seven stars:
Find thy zeal and love decayed;
But thou art cold and dead.
"Watch, remember, seek, and strive,
Exert thy former pains; Let thy timely care revive,
And strengthen what remains;
Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend,
Lest my sudden stroke descend,
"Yet I number now in thee
A few that are upright;
And walk with me in white.
They for mine shall be confest;
And woe be to the rest I"
XXII.-PRAYER FOR A BLESSING.
Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth,
The gift of saving grace;
Fall in a fruitful place.
Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,
Of pure and heavenly root;
And yields the sweetest fruit.
Ye careless ones, O hear betimes
Your youth is stained with many crimes,
True, you are young, but there's a stone
Or half the crimes which you have done
For you the public prayer is made;
Oh, join the public prayer!
Oh, shed yourselves a tear!
We pray that you may early prove
You cannot be too young to love
XXIII.-PLEADING FOR AND WITH YOUTH.
Sin has undone our wretched race;
But Jesus has restored,
With his forgiving Lord.
This we repeat from year to year,
Come thou, and fill this wider space,
Lord, we are few, but thou art near;
XXVII.—WELCOME TO THE TABLE.
This is the feast of heavenly wine,
The juices of the living vine
Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;
For Jesus is the bread.
The vile, the lost, he calls to them;
Ye trembling souls, appear!
Have no acceptance here.
Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
If guilt and sin afford a plea,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
XXVIII.—JESUS HASTING TO SUFFER.
The Saviour, what a noble flame
When hasting to Jerusalem,
Good will to men, and zeal for God,
He longs to be baptized with blood,
With all his suffering full in view,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;
Lord, we return thee what we can:
Salvation to the dying Man,
And while thy bleeding glories here
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
XXIX.-EXHORTATION TO PRAYER.
What various hindrances we meet
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Have you no words? Ah! think again,
Were half the breath thus vainly spent
XXX.-THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
Precepts and promises afford
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives, but borrows none.
The hand that gave it still supplies