Children brought to CHRIST. C. M. EHOLD, what condefcending love,
B JESUS on earth difplays!
To babes, and fucklings, he extends.
The riches of his grace.
He ftill the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefather's giv'n:
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.
Let none forbid the new-born race,
To come to CHRIST the Lamb;
They fhall be blefs'd in his embrace,
And glory in his name.
In faith, may we his voice obey,
And give him all he grants :
O, heav'nly dove, bedew this day,
Our little infant-plants.
Kindly receive this tender branch,
And form his foul for GOD;
Baptife him with thy Spirit, LORD,
And wash him in thy blood.
Thus, to the parents and their feed,
Let thy falvation come:
And num'rous households meet at last,
In one eternal home.
C. JEHOVAH'Ss Glory. C. M.
ATHER, how wide thy glory fhines!
How high thy wonders rife!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand thro' the fkies,
Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r;
Their motions fpeak thy will:
And on the wings of ev'ry hour,
We read thy patience ftill.
But when we view thy great defign,
To fave rebellious worms:
Where vengeance, and compaffion fhine,
In their divineft forms,
Our thoughts are loft in joyful awe,
We love, and we adore!
The first arch-angel, never faw
So much of GOD before.
There the whole deity is known,
Nor dare a creature guess,
Which of the glories brighteft fhone,
The juftice, or the grace.
When finners broke the Father's laws,
The dying Son atones;
O, the fweet myft'ries of his crofs!
The triumph of his groans!
Now the full glories of the Lamb,
Adorn the heav'nly plains:
Pleas'd cherubs learn IMMANUEL's name,
And try their choiceft strains.
O may I bear fome humble part,
In that immortal fong!
Wonder, and joy, fhall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
CI. The Shadow of the Crofs. L. M. ENEATH the fhadow of a tree, Well known, of old, on Calvary : O may I fit ferene, and bleft, While sweet compofure fills my breast. No difcontent, or anxious care, Dare interrupt, or vex me here:
But if I once forfake the fhade,
A troop of ills, my breast invade.
Under the cross this gift is found,
This fpot alone, is holy ground;
Here may my wand'ring foul abide,
Still gazing on my SAVIOR's fide.
May I furvey th' incarnate GOD,
Who kindly took the finner's load:
The treasures of his grace admire,
Scan them diftinct, and never tire.
How fweet his fruit is to my tafte,
Love, love eternal, the repaft;
LORD, couldst thou love, and couldft thou die,
For fuch a finful worm as I?
Let me the filent poft poffefs,
Let me enjoy my fweet recefs;
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