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28. C. M. STEELE.

The Condefcenfion of God.

TERNAL Pow'r, Almighty God!
Who can approach thy throne?
Accefslefs light is thy abode,
To angel-eyes unknown.

Before the radiance of thine eye,
The heav'ns no longer fhine;
And all the glories of the sky
Are but the fhade of thine.

Great God, and wilt thou condefcend
To caft a look below?

To this vile world thy notice bend,
These feats of fin and woe?

But oh to fhew thy fmiling face,
To bring thy glories near,-
Amazing and tranfporting grace,
To dwell with mortals here.

How ftrange! how awful is thy love!
With trembling we adore;
Not all th' exalted minds above
Its wonders can explore.

While golden harps, and angel-tongues
Refound immortal lays;

Great God, permit our humble fongs
To rife, and mean thy praise.

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THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my fong,
The joy of my heart, and the boaft of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the laft,
Has won my affections, and bound my foul faft.

Without thy fweet mercy I could not live here,
Sin foon would reduce me to utter despair;
But, thro' thy free goodness my spirits revive,
And he that first made me, ftill keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart ;
Diffolv'd by thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found.

The door of thy mercy ftands open all day
To th' poor and the needy, who knock by the way;
No finner fhall ever be empty sent back,
Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus's lake.

Thy mercy in Jefus exempts me from hell;
Its glories I'll fing, and its wonders I'll tell :
'Twas Jefus my friend, when he hung on the tree,
Who open'd the channel of mercy for me,

Great father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And th' covenant love of thy crucify'd Son :
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine,
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.


L. M.


Holiness and Juftice glorified in the display of Grace and Mercy.


NFINITE grace! and can it be,

That heav'n's Supreme fhould floop fo low! To vifit one fo vile as I

One who has been his bitt'reft foe!

Am I awake, or do I dream?

Is the tranfporting vifion true? O'er guilt fo great can mercy beam, Yet juftice have her honors due?

Can holiness and wifdom join

With truth, with juftice, and with grace; To make eternal bleffings mine,

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And fin with all its guilt,

O love! beyond conception great,

That form'd the vaft ftupendous plan!! Where all divine Perfections meet

To reconcile rebellious man,

There wildom fhines in fulleft blaze, " And juftice all her right maintains→→ Aftonih d angels ftoop to gaze,

While mercy o'er the guilty reigns.

Yes, mercy reigns, and juftice too,

In Chrift they both harmonious meet;

He paid to juftice all her due,

And now he fills the mercy-feat.

Such are the wonders of our God;

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And fuch th' amazing depths of grace:

To fave, from wrath's vindictive rod,
The chofen fons of Adam's race.

With grateful fongs, then, let our fouls
Surround our gracious Father's throne;
And all between the diftant poles
His truth and mercy ever own.

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Mercy and Truth met together.

HEN firft the God of boundless grace
Difclos'd his kind defign,

To refeue our apoftate race

From mis'ry, fhame and fin.

Quick, through the realms of light and bliss, The joyful tidings ran;

Each heart, exulted at the news,

That God would dwell with man.

Yet, 'midft their joys they paus'd awhile,⚫
And alk'd with ftrange furprize,
"But how can injur'd juftice smile,
"Or look with pitying eyes?"

The Son of God attentive heard,
And quickly thus reply'd,
"In me let mercy be rever'd,
"And justice fatisfy'd.

"Behold! my vital blood I pour,
A facrifice to God;

"Let angry justice now no more "Demand the finner's blood."

He fpake, and beav'n's high arches rung,
With fhouts of loud applause;
"He dy'd" the friendly angels fung,
Nor cease their rapturous joys.

32. 8. New Haven T. DAVIS.


The Pardoning God.

REAT God of wonders! all thy ways Are matchlefs, Godlike, and divine; But the fair glories of thy grace

More Godlike and unrival'd thine: Who is a pard'ning God like thee? Or who has grace fo rich and free? Crimes of fuch horror to forgive,

Such guilty daring worms to spare,
This is thy grand prerogative,

And none fhall in the honor share.
Who is a pard ning God like thee?
Or who has grace fo rich and free?
Angels and men refign your claim
To pity, mercy, love and grace;
Thefe glories crown Jehovah's name
With an incomparable blaze.
Who is a pard'ning God like thee?
Or who has grace fo rich and free?
In wonder loft, with trembling joy,

We take the pardon of our God,
Pardon, for crimes of deepest dye,

A pardon feal'd with Jefus' blood. Who is a pard'ning God like thee? Or who has grace fo rich and free?

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