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His prey, nor suffer my unspotted soul
For ever with corruption there to dwell;
But I shall rise victorious, and suhdue
My vanquisher, spoiled of his vaunted spoil;
Death his death's wound shall then receive,

and stoop ,
Inglorious of his mortal sting disarm'd.
I thro* the ample air in triumph high
Shall lead Hell captive, maugre Hell, and

show The powers of darkness hound.—Thou at the

sight Pleas'd out of Heaven shalt look down and

smile, While hy thee rais'd I ruin all my foes; Death last, and with his carcass glut the

grave: Then with the multitude of my redeam'd Shall enter Heav'n—long ahsent, and return, Father! to see thy face, wherein no cloud Of anger shall remain, hut peace assured And reconcilement; wrath shall he no more Thenceforth, hut in thy presence joy entire.

WONDERS OF REDEMPTION.

First-eorn of iEtherl high in fields of

light! View man, to see the glory of your God! Could angels envy, they had envied here: And some did envy: and the rest, though

gods, Yet still gods unredeem'd (there triumphs

man, Tempted to weigh the dust against the skies) They less vrou\d feel, though more adorn my

theme. They sang creation (for in that they shared:) How rose in melody, that child of Love! Creation's great superior, man! is thine! Thine is redemption; they just gave the key; Tis thine to raise and eternise the song: Though human, yet divine; for should not

this Raise man o'er man, and kindle seraphs

here? Redemption! 'twas creation more suhlime; Redemption! 'twas the lahour of the skies;

Far more than lahour—it was death in

heav'n.— A truth so strange, 'twere hold to think it

true,— If not far holder still to dishelieve.

Thou most indulgent, most tremendous . Power,

Still more tremendous for Thy wondrous love!

That arms, with awe more awful, thy commands,

And foul transgression dips in sev'nfold night.

How our hearts tremhle at thy love immense!

In love immense, inviolahly just!

Thou, rather than thy justice should he stain'd,

Didst stain the cross; and work of wonders far

The greatest, that thy dearest fur might hleed;

Bold thought!—shall I dare speak it, or repress? Should man more execrate, or hoast, the

guilt Which roused such vengeance? which such

love in flam *d % O'er guilt (how mountainous) with outstretched arms, Stern justice, and soft smiling love emhrace, Supporting iu full majesty thy throne,— When seem'd its majesty to need support, Or that, or man, inevitahly lost: What, hut the fathomless of thought divine, Could lahour such expedient from despair, And rescue hoth 1 Both rescue! hoth exalt! Oh how are hoth exalted hy the deed f The wondrous deed! or shall I call it more? A wonder in Omnipotence itself! A mystery no less to gods than men!

And what is thisl Survey the wondrous

cure: And at each step let higher wonder rise! Pardon for infinite offence! and pardon Through means which speak its value infinite! A pardon hought with hlood, with hlood

Divine 1 With hlood divine of Him I made my foe 1 Persisted to provoke 1 though woo'd and

aw'd; Bless'd and chastis'd, a flagrant rehel still! A rehel 'midst the thunders of hia throne! Nor I alone ! a rehel universe! My species up in arms !—Not one exempt I Yet for ihe foulest of the foul He dies,— Most joy'd for the redeem-d from deepest

guilt! As if our race were held of highest rank,— And Godhead dearer as more kind to man!

Bound every heartl and every hosom

hurn! O what a scale of miracles is here? Its lowest round high planted on the skies Its tow'riug summit lost heyond the thought Of man or angel! Oh that I could climh The wonderful ascent, with equal praise! Praise! flow for ever, ('* if astonishment Will give thee leave") my praise for ever

flow; Praise ardent, cordial, constant, to high

heaven More fragrant than Arahia sacrificed, And all her spicy mountains in a flame.

JESUS CHRIST.

THE MESSIAH.

Ye nymphs of Solyma I hegin the song: To heavenly themes suhlimer strains helong. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids, Delight no more—O Thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!

Rapt into future times, the hard hegun: A virgin shall conceive, a virgin hear a Son! From Jesse's root hehold a hranch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the

skies: The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the myotic Dove. Ye heavens .' from high the dewy nectar

pour, And in soft silence shed the kindly shower! The sick and weak the healing plant shall

aid, From storm a shelter, and from heata shade. All crimes shall cease, and ancient frauds

shall fail; Returning Justice lift aloft her scale;

Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white-rohed Innocence from heaven

descend. Swift fly the years, and rise the expected

morn! Oh spring to light, auspicious Bahe, he

horn 1 See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to

hring, With all the incense of the hreathing spring: See lofty Lehanon his head advance, See nodding forests on the mountains dance: See spicy clouds from lowly Sharon rise, And Carmel's flowery top perfume the

skies! Hark I a glad voice the lonely desert cheers; Prepare the way! A God, a God appears! A God, a God! the vocal hills reply; The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. Lo, earth receives him from the hendiDg

skies! Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys,

rise; With headsdeclined, ye cedars, homage pay, Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give

way.

The Saviour comes! hy ancient harda foretold;

Hear him, ye deaf; and all ye hlind, hehold!

He from thick films shall purge the visual ray,

And on the sightless eye-hall pour the day:

'Tis He the ohstructed paths uf sound shall clear,

And hid new music charm the unfolding ear:

The dumh shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,

And leap exulting, like the hounding roe.

No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear;

From every face He wipes off every tear.

In adamantine chains shall death he hound,

And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound.

As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,

Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air;

Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs ,

By day o'ersees them, and hy night protects;

The tender lamhs he raises in his arms,

Feeds from his hand, and in his hosom warms:

Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,

The promised father of the future age.

N'o more shall nation against'nation rise,

Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,

Nor fields with gleaming steel he cover'd o'er,

The hrazen trumpets kindle rage no more;

But useless lances into scythes shall hend,

And the hroad falchion in a plough-share end.

Then palaces shall rise; ihe joyful son

Shall finish what his short-lived sire hegun;

Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,

And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap

the field. The swain in harren deserts with surprise

Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;

And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear

New falls of water murm'ring in his ear.

On rifted rocks, the dragon's late ahodes, The green reed tremhles, and the hulrush nods.

Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with

thorn, The spiry fir and shapely hox adorn:

To leafless shruhs the flowery palms succeed,
And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed.
The lamhs with wolves shall graze the ver-
dant mead,
And hoys in flowery hands the tiger lead.
The steer and lion at one crih shall meet,
And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's

feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested hasilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And withtheirforky tongue shall innocently play.

Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem

rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift ihy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unhorn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies! See harharous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple hend: See thy hright altars throng'd with prostrate

kings, And hea p'd with products of Sahean springs: For thee ldume's spicy forests hlow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And hreak upon them in a flood of day! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded hlaze O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall

shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day he thine! The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke

decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away I Butnx'dhis word, his saving power remains; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah

reigns!

PREDICTED ADVENT OF THE MESSIAH.

Reioice! Rejoice! (the son of Jess' ex

claim'd,) 'Tis present. Lo! the luminous vision clear I H

The mystery, ere Ihe hirth of time fore

doom'd, The Promise, hail'd afar, from age to age, By seer and prophet, heckoniug into hirth The empires. Hark! their voice which

darkly spake Of trouhle and vicissitudes on earth, With change of kingdoms, clearly heralds

forth One realm, one nation, one Eternal King, Christ! Heard ye not the voice of joy, the

voice As of a host, a multitude in heaven? Glory to God on high I Peace, peace on

earth! Rejoice ye shepherds! ye, who nightly keep Your flock hy Bethlehem! Lo, yon star!

Come forth! Hail the desire of nations! From the east Come forth, ye Sages! for the expected hirth Prepare rich offerings I Worship, earth, thy

Lord, A hahe within the manger. Give the King Of Glory entrance. Wrho goes forth in power? All nature hears the Omnipotent. Ye winds I Be still! Thou trouhled ocean, sink to rest! Thou sick, he heal'd! Thou lame, stand up I

Thou hlind, Receive thy sight! Thon, in the grave, arise! Ye demons from the dispossest, confess God in the veil of flesh 1 Oh! Son of Man, Thy word is life eternal: Thou art life. Spare me afflicting visions! spare my sight 1 Oh hurden'd with the sins of human-kind, What agony like thine? Big drops of sweat Fall from thy hrow, like hlood. Lo 1 angels

come Administ'ring! Oh, thou art mock'd, yet

dumh; Scourged, hut without complaint. Ye know

him not. Ahraham, your father knew, and joy'd to

see His day. Lo this, the only Son of God: An offering, a free ransom for mankind. I see the spotless Lamh whom God provides An everlasting sacrifice. 'Tis done,—. Justice and Mercy meet upon that cross. He hows his head in death. Oh heav'n,

and earth! Angel and man, hear witness of the God! Darkness ahove: Earth to its centre shakes.

The graves are opened, and the dead come

forth. The veil is rent in twain. Salvation heams Upon the heathen world. Thou, in the grave Who slept'st without corruption, thou art

ris'n Victor of death. Heaven opens—Thou art

thron'd Creator; Judge I Redeemer! Thou art

thron'd On the right hand of God th' Eternal King! He spake, and the prophetic vision clos'd.

INCARNATION, &c. OF CHRIST.

SPENSER.

Begin from first, where he encradled was In simple cratch, wrapt in a wad of hay, Between the toylful oxe and humhle ass, And in what rags, and in how hase array, The glory of our heavenly riches lay, When him the simple shepherds came to see, Whom greatest princes sought on lowest knee.

From thence read on the story of his life, His humhle carriage, his unfauliy ways, His cancred foes, his fights, his toyl, his

strife, His pains, his poverty, his sharp assays, Through which he past his miserahle dayes, Offending none, and doing good to all, Yet heing malic'd hoth of great and small.

And look at last, how of most wretched

wights He taken was, hetray'd, and false accused, How with most scornful taunts, and fell

despights He was revil'd, disgrae'd, and foul ahused; How scoarg'd, how crown'd, how huffeted,

how hrnsed; And, lastly, how 'twixt rohhers crucinde, With hitter wounds through hands, through

feet, and side!

Then let thy flinty heart, that feels no pain,
Empierced he with pitiful remorse,
And let thy howels hleed in every vein
At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse,
So torn ami mangled with malicious force;

And let thy soul, whose sins his sorrows

wrought, Melt into tears, and grone in grieved thought.

With sense whereof, whilst so thy soft'ned

spirit Is inly toucht, and humhled with meek zeal Through meditation of his endless merit, Lift up thy mind to th' Author of thy weal, And to his soveraign mercy do appeal; Learn him to love that loved thee so dear, And in thy hreast his hlessed image hear.

With all thy heart, with all thy soul and

mind, Th mi must him love, and his heheasts emhrace; All other loves, with which the world doth

hlind
Weak fancies, and stir up affections hase,
Thou must renownce and utterly displace,
And give thyself unto him full and free,
That full and freely gave himself for thee.

Then shalt thou feel thy spirit so possest,
And ravisht with devouring great desire
Of his dear self, that shall thy feehle hreast
Inflame with love, and set thee all on fire
With hurning zeal, through every part en-
tire,
That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight,
But in his sweet and amiahle sight.

Thenceforth all world's desire will in thee

die, And all earth's glory, on which men do gaze, Seem dirt and dross in thy pure-sighted eye, Compar'd to that celestial heauty's hlaze, Whose glorious heams all fleshly sense doth

daze With admiration of their passing light, Blinding the eyes, and Iumining the spright.

Then shall thy ravisht soul inspired he With heavenly thoughts, far ahove human

skill, And thy hright radient eyes shall plainly see IV idee of his pure glory present still Before thy face, that all thy spirits shall fill With sweet euragement of celestial love, Kindled through sight of those fair things

ahove.

For thou wast horn of woman! thou didst

come,
Oh Holiest 1 to this world of sin and gloom,
Not in thy dread omnipotent array;
And not hy thunders strew'd
Was thy tempestuous road;
Nor indignation hurnt hefore thee on thy
way.
But thee, a soft and naked child,

Thy mother nndefiled,
In the rude manger laid to rest
From off her virgin hreast.

The heavens were not commanded to pre-
pare
A gorgeous canopy of golden air;
Nor stoop'd their lamps th' enthroned fires
on high:
A single, silent star
Came wandering from afar,
Gliding uncheck'd and calm along the liquid
sky;
The Eastern Sages leading on

As at a kingly throne,
To lay their gold and odours sweet
Before thy infant feet.

The earth and ocean were not hush'd to hear
Bright harmony from every starry sphere;
Nor at thy presence hrake the voice of song
From all the cheruh quires,
And seraphs' hurning lyres
Pour'd thro' the host of heaven the charmed
clouds along.
One augel troop the strain hegan,

Of all the race of man
By simple shepherds heard alone,
That soft hosauna's tone.

And when thou didst depart, no car of flame To hear thee hence in lamhent radiance

came; Nor visihle angels mourn'd with drooping plumes. Nor didst thou mount on high From fatal Calvary With all thine own redeem'd out-hursting from their tomhs.

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