Of sacred joy was wont to fill the air
With glad hosannahs; here the kneeling saint,
Was wont to supplicate the aid of heav'n.

beginning of days, nor end of life; but made like unto the Son of God (when manifested in the flesh) abideth a priest continually." Heb. vii. 3. The expression, 'like unto,' does not mean that he was not really and truly made the Son of God, but that he really was; see the same expression, Phil. ii. 7. "Took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men;" which implies, that Christ really took upon him the office of a servant, agreeable to Isaiah xlii. 1. "Behold my servant whom I uphold.” And that he really was made a man, the apostle Paul applies the 7th verse of the 2d Psalm, entirely to the human nature of the Redeemer, Acts xiii. 32, 33. "And we declare unto you glad tidings, how that the promise which was made unto the fathers, God hath fulfilled the same unto us their children, in that he hath raised up Jesus again." As it is also written in the 2d Psalm, "Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee." And if we advert to the text as it stands in the 2d Psalm, in connection with the 8th verse, we shall find it has nothing to do with the manner of the existence of the divine nature of the Redeemer, but it has to do with him as man and Mediator, as the great king whom God the Father hath determined to set upon his holy hill of Zion: "I will declare the decree; the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee: ask of me, and I will give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession." This evidently respects the grand work of redemption, and was eminently fulfilled, when presently after the resurrection and ascension of the Lord Jesus, the gospel was preached to the Gentiles, the Spirit from on high was poured out upon the heathen world, and thousands and millions of sinners in the utmost parts of the earth were turned from dumb idols to serve the living God.... There are some scriptures, in which, what properly belongs

Devotion kindled here her purest fires,

While faith look'd wond'ring round, pleas'd to behold
Where'er she turn'd her bright and piercing eye,

The mystic glories of Immanuel shine;
While from his throne between the cherubim,
Jehovah smil'd, and sweet communion held

With upright worshippers. Ah! where are now

to the divine nature, is ascribed to Christ as the Son, that is, as man; and there are other scriptures, in which, what pro perly belongs to his human nature, is ascribed to his divine; but this is because of the infinite, close union of his two natures in one person; but, wherever we read of the Son's. possessing any thing as derivative from the Father, it certainly respects his human nature, and not his divine. As man, he possesses all power, all government, and authority. to judge the world at the last day, as the gift of the Father; but as Jehovah, they are his own essential right.

How amazingly absurd and erroneous also, is the idea, that the Holy Spirit is the breath of God, breathed by the Father and the Son. It is true, that the Lord Jesus breathed upon the apostles and they received the Holy Ghost: it was the way by which the Lord was pleased to communicate his Spirit to the apostles at that time; but, it by no means indicates the manner of the existence of the Holy Spirit. The scriptures reveal a triune Jehovah: but the manner of his existence is not revealed, this is a mystery which neither men nor angels can fathom: an infinite understanding alone can comprehend an infinite deity.

"A God alone can comprehend a God."....YOUNG,

As to the covenant of grace, and the grand work of redemption, it has pleased the ever blessed and glorious trinity to take upon them the names and characters of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, to whom, as to the true God and eternal life, be everlasting honor and praise.... Amen.

Those happy days? those upright worshippers?
Where are the songs of Zion and the flames
Of pure devotion now?.... The strife of tongues
Assaults mine ear! a noisy din alarms,

Loud as tumultuous waves; confus'd uproar
Re-echoes thro' the hallow'd walks, and fills
With busy hubbub, and commotion strange,
God's holy house, the sacred seat of peace.
Glory of Salem, how art thou prophan'd!
A den of thieves! an house of merchandize !
Here money-changers sit with heaps of gold,
Here doves abound, sheep bleat and oxen low;
And men, more brutal still, with clamor rude,
Fearless of God and man, practis'd in guile,
Break ev'ry sacred, ev'ry moral tie:

But Jesus comes, and with an awful frown
Of holy indignation looks around;

"Take these things hence:" he cries, behold! they flee.
Guilt turns them pale, terrific horror strikes
Their frightful souls; confusion and dismay
Runs through the crowd: resistless they retire,
And like a flock of tim'rous sheep disperse,
And seek for safety in the speediest light.
But why?....He grasps no flaming thunderbolt,
But a small whip of platted cord....no crown
Imperial sits upon his brow, nor robes
Of majesty adorn the mighty king:
No Roman legions follow in his train;
He comes alone, or with a feeble few
Of unarm'd fishermen; yet lo! they fly,
As from the shoutings of victorious hosts,
Women and children hasten to retire.

Or he were God, or they were less than men.
What! leave their flocks, their merchandize, their

gold,

Aw'd by the presence of an unarm'd man!

No! they were hardy, fearless, stout and bold,
And bound by strong attachment to their gains;
Th' incarnate God put forth a gentle ray
Of his omnipotence, and all their might
Sunk into weakness, courage into fear;
With speed precipitate they quit the place
At the great mandate of Immanuel.
So when the kingly lion roars, and walks
The forest, meaner beasts retire with awe,
And leave him the sole monarch of the wood.

Who but the deity with gracious voice

Can softly whisper in the inmost soul

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Thy sins are all forgiven!" Who but a God
Supreme and infinite, can e'er absolve

The guilty criminal, can pardon sins
Against the awful majesty of heav'n?

But Jesus, the Redeemer oft pronounc'd

Th' amazing word, "Thy sins are all forgiv'n!"
The great High Priest, who for his people stood
And offered for their sin, and in their name
To justice infinite a sacrifice

As infinite as justice could demand,

Atonement all divine, and all complete;
To bring transgressors near a pard'ning God;
To reconcile them to his glorious self,
At once th' offended deity, the priest,

And grand atonement for his ransom'd church;

No creature sacrifice could put away
The dark, the deep malignity of sin.
No creature, can acquit a guilty soul;
That is the high prerogative of heav'n;
But Jesus speaks the consolating word:
He pardons sins, the same Almighty voice
That bade the sick be whole, the dead arise,
Says to the mourning sinner, "Cease thy fears,
Thy sins are blotted out!" To creature pow'r,
This is impossible, but to the God
Of nature, grace and providence, alike
Are all things easy. When apostles spake
And prophets wrought the mighty work of God,
'Twas in his glorious name, and by his pow'r ;
"Thus saith the Lord!" preceded all they did;
But when Immanuel speaks, 'tis like a God
Eternal, independant and supreme;
The sov'reign master of the universe!
Lord of the sabbath, Saviour of the soul!
Cleansing the body and immortal mind,
With this grand, all-important word, I WILL!

And is this vast display of sov'reign pow'r,
The glorious witness of a triune God?
The pattern of redeemed saints on earth,
And the bright armies in the world above,
Too impotent to gain Lothario's ear,
And make a convert of his unbelief!

Cannot celestial truth with sun-like beams
Disperse the shades of error from his mind?
Still sits proud reason umpire in his soul?
Vain, ignorant and blind, dare she presume