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The eternal Godhead of the Son. A Christmas hymn, of which it has been well remarked, that it is written“ in a strain of noble simplicity, expressive of a confidence the most remote from presumption, and such as a heart at peace with God alone could enjoy or utter.”]
My son fraise shallo that name, ichty G
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to his abode;
The great Supreme, the mighty God.
Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense ;
He shines eternal ages hence.
As much when in the manger laid,
Almighty Ruler of the sky,
Filld all the morning stars with joy.
Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is his dearest claim ;
And owns Emmanuel for his name.
A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-placed hopes with joy I see :
To worship Him who died for me.
As man he pities my complaint,
His power and truth are all divine ;
Salvation 's sure, and must be mine.
[Invitation to the Lord's Table, a communion hymn — simple and affecting. The trembling consciousness of a soul sensible of sin, and awakening to the perception of its condition, is touchingly, yet encouragingly portrayed.]
This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;
Were press’d to fill the cup.
O bless the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed ;
For Jesus is the bread.
Ye trembling souls, appear!
Have no acceptance here.
Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you.
Then I may venture too.
If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
And I shall see his face.
· [The sufferings of the Redeemer, and love their cause; a sacramental hymn. “ Who,” it has been asked, “ can read and understand this, without feeling as if he could at such a moment forsake all, take up his cross, and follow the Saviour ?” May this feeling never prove a passing aspiration a momentary elevation of the temperature merely of devotion- such as few fail to experience at the Lord's table, but which speedily sinks again in the cold atmosphere of worldly thought.]
The Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast,
He march'd before the rest !
Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His every thought engross; .
He pants to reach the cross.
With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
'Twas love that urged him on.
Lord, we return thee what we can !
Our hearts shall sound abroad,
And to the rising God !
And while thy bleeding glories here
Engage our wondering eyes,
And hasten to the skies.
[The influences of grace in sanctifying and interpreting gospel ordinances for the edification of the believer. The versification of this hymn possesses uncommon ease and suavity. The last verse is most exquisite, both in thought and language.]
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
A sanctifying light.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun ;
It gives, but borrows none.
The hand that gave thee still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
* Luke, xii. 50.
Let everlasting thanks be thine,
With beams of heavenly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love,
In brighter worlds above.
" XI. [Comforts of the gospel in sanctifying affliction. A composition peculiarly affecting, from its personal experiences and allusions. How can heavenly longing be more fervently expressed than in the beautiful close of this hymn ?]
O how I love thy holy word,
What are the mines of shining wealth,
Long unafflicted, undismay'd,
What though it pierced my fainting heart,
Oh! hadst thou left me unchastised,
* Psalm cxix. 71.
I love thee, therefore, O my God,
XII. [The inward delights of the Christian in gospel meditation and fellowship. On this head how exquisitely touching is the second stanza! the more so that an actual incident in his life proves that here Cowper wrote, as he ever does on religion, from the heart.]
LORD, my soul with pleasure springs,
When Jesus' name I hear;
The word of promise near :
Still delighted I perceive ;
The joys thy precepts give.
Clothed in sanctity and grace,
How sweet it is to see
Or when they wait on thee !
What we owe to love divine ;
And eyes begin to shine.
Those the comforts I possess,
Which God shall still increase,
And all his paths are peace.
Henceforth let me ever slight;
And find his burden light.
* Prov. iii. 17.
+ Matt. xi, 30.