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28. C. M. STEELE.
The Condefcenfion of God.
TERNAL Pow'r, Almighty God!
Before the radiance of thine eye,
Great God, and wilt thou condefcend
To this vile world thy notice bend,
But oh to fhew thy fmiling face,
How ftrange! how awful is thy love!
While golden harps, and angel-tongues
Great God, permit our humble fongs
THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my fong,
Without thy fweet mercy I could not live here,
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
The door of thy mercy ftands open all day
Thy mercy in Jefus exempts me from hell;
Great father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
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,
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;
And fuch th' amazing depths of grace:
To fave, from wrath's vindictive rod,
With grateful fongs, then, let our fouls
Mercy and Truth met together.
HEN firft the God of boundless grace
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,⚫
The Son of God attentive heard,
"Behold! my vital blood I pour,
"Let angry justice now no more "Demand the finner's blood."
He fpake, and beav'n's high arches rung,
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,
And none fhall in the honor share.
We take the pardon of our God,
A pardon feal'd with Jefus' blood. Who is a pard'ning God like thee? Or who has grace fo rich and free?