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18. The Stability of the Covenant; or,
God's Love to Zion unalterable. L. M, When at th’ Almighty's dread command, The watry deluge left the land, Then from the ark the Prophet came, And built an altar to his name. Say'd from the vast tremendous flood, He offer'd sacrifice to God; Jehovah lik'd th’ oblation well, And did of rest a savour smell. Then, with a solemn oath he spoke, “ Tho' once, for sin, my wrath awoke, “ Yet now I rest, my fury's o'er, " I will destroy the world no more." Thus to his Church in Christ, he said,
Since justice smote thy Saviour's head, “And in the cloud
see, “ I never can be wroth with thee. “ Sooner the massy hills shall prove “ Like chaff, that's with a whirlwind drove, “ Than I forsake my firm decree, " Or let my love grow cold to thee. “ The pond'rous mountains sooner may “ Desert their seats, and flee away, “ Than I forget, or disapprove, “ The chosen objeets of my love, “ As by my name of old I swore, “ To drown a guilty world no more; “ So have I sworn, I'll never be " Incens'd with wrath to deluge thee."
19. The Church's Safety; or, Zion's Bulwarks the everlasting Love of Jehovah. s. M. Zion's a city fair,
Whose fame of old was known; Jehovah dwells for ever there,
He claims her for his own. Here his affections rest,
Nor shall from hence remove; 'Tis his delight to make her blest,
And live upon his love.
Deep 'graven on his hand,
That shall for ever stand.
Ne'er from her anchor drove, This chosen vessel can't be lost,
Secur'd by cov'nant love.
Are all the promises,
In oaths and firm decrees.
She feeds by faith divine;
In ties of loye divine. Tho' she's at war with hell,
Yet she's at peace with heav'n; Triumphant grace her foes shall quell;
Her sins are all forgiv'n.
20, The Overflowing of Divine Love from
God to his Church.
21. Salvation flowing from Eternal Love.
Let ransom'd mortals join
Jehovah's love divine,
That life by Jesus came;
All glory to his name.
Salvation centers there.
All welt'ring in their gore,
Nor did his vengeance roar.
And in his bosom saw
Complete without a flaw.
Who bled for worms below,
And praise unmeasur'd flow.
A seraph's pow'rs must fail;
Or give the full detail?
'Twas Paul's desire, that saints with him Might know the breadth and length extreme,
And wonder and adore;
That sea without a shore,
When dead in sin the sinner lay,
To bring him near to God;
When he the wine-press trod.
O love, beyond conception great,
The council of thy will;
That they must surely fill,
A royal blood-bought throng ;