To want with patience, to abound with fear And walk between presumption and despair. Then shall thy blood wash out the stain of guilt, And not in vain, for me, even me, be spilt. VENI CREATOR: SPIRITUS. Paraphrased by Dryden. CREATOR SPIRIT, by whose aid O source of uncreated light, Plenteous of grace, descend from high,... Refine and purge our earthly parts; Chase from our minds the infernal foe, Make us eternal truths receive, Immortal honour, endless fame, Eternal Paraclete, to Thee. FOR A CHARITY SERMON.-J. Bowdler, Jun. GOD, from his throne above the skies, › This darkling orb surveys; And bids the sun in glory rise To cheer a guilty race. Alike to court and lowly glen, Nor rich with mercies less divine, When, Heir and Lord of Judah's line, No bounded love, no partial grace, For wide as ocean ranges round, Oh! then, while winged to Heaven in prayer For all the gifts we freely share, Be our's the joy with ready zeal So through the earth shall mercy reign, And God, by mercy won, Receive his long-lost world again, The kingdom of his Son. 1 THANKFULNESS.-J. Bowdler, Jun. SING to the LORD with cheerful voice, To bear the full Hosanna round. When starting from the shades of night, Thy praise transported Nature sung In pealing chorus wide and far; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted ev'ry morning star. When bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid his bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name; The song, by cherub voices raised, Roll'd through the dark blue depths above, And Israel's shepherds heard, amazed, The seraph notes of peace and love. And shall not man the concert join, For whom this bright creation rose; For whom the fires of morning shine, And eve's still lamps that woo repose? And shall not he the chorus swell, Whose form the incarnate Godhead wore ? Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumphs tell How deep the wounds his SAVIOUR bore! Long as yon glittering arch shall bend, Long as yon orbs in glory roll, Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice, To bear the full Hosanna round. THE SABBATH.-J. Bowdler, Jun. WHEN GOD from dust created man, Six days His power confess'd; And, mindful of that solemn day, With hymns of praise and pious prayer, And, joyful, wait their own. |