Page images

The pleasing lustre of his eyes

Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 [Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme! My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name! Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!] . 6 O may I live to reach the place . "A

Where he unveils his lovely face;
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.'*

19. .: O.N. - Watts.
A New Song to the Lamb that was slain. Rev. v. 612.
BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amidst his Father's throne;
Prepare new honours for his name,

And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet;

The church adore around;
With vials full of odours sweet,

And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Those are the prayers of the saints,

And these the hymns they raise,
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
. He loves to hear our praise.
4 [Eternal Father, who shall look

Into thy sacred will?
Who but the Son shall take that book,

And open every seal?
5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees;

The Son deserves it well;

odours sweet.

Lo! in his hands the sovereign keys

Of heaven, and death, and hell.] 6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain.

Be endless blessings paid: Salvation, glory, joy reinain

For ever on thy head.
7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,

Hast set the prisoners free:
Hast made us kings and priests to God,

And we shall reign with thee.
8 The worlds of nature and of grace

Are put beneath thy power; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour.

20. The Deity and Humanity of Christ.John i. 1, 3, 14, &c.; Col. i. 18. ERE the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad, From everlasting was the Word; With God he was; the Word was God;

And must divinely be adored.
2 By his own power were all things made;

By him supported, all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,

And angels fly at his command. 3 [Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,

He led the host of morning stars;
(Thy generation who can tell,
Or count the number of thy years?)]

But, lo! he leaves those heavenly forms: 4 The Word descends and dwells in clay,

L. M.


L. M.


That he


hold converse with worms,
Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.
5 Mortals with joy beheld his face,

The eternal Father's only Son:
How full of truth! how full of grace!

When through his eyes the Godhead shone 6 Bless'd angels leave their high abode,

To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The loves of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.


A Description of Christ, the Beloved.-Cant. v. 9–16. The wondering world inquires to know, Why I should love my Jesus so: “What are his charms,” say they, “above

The objects of a mortal love?2 Yes, my Beloved to my sight,

Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
All human beauties, all divine,

In my Beloved meet and shine.
3 White is his soul, from blemish free;

Red with the blood he shed for me;
The fairest of ten thousand fairs;

A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 [His head the finest gold excels;

There wisdom in perfection dwells;
And glory, like a crown, adorns

Those temples once beset with thorns. 5 [Compassions in his heart are found,

Hard by the signals of his wound;

His sacred side no more shall bear

The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.] 6 [His hands are fairer to behold

Than diamonds, set in rings of gold;

Those heavenly hands that on the tree ©* Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.] 7 [Though once he bow'd his feeble knees,

Loaded with sins and agonies,
Now, on the throne of his command,

His legs like marble pillars stand.] 8 [His eyes are majesty and love,

The eagle temper'd with the dove:
No more shall trickling sorrows roll

Through those dear windows of his soul.] 9 [His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints,

Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints:
His countenance more graceful is

Than Lebanon, with all its trees.] 10 All over glorious is

Must be beloved, and yet adored;
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole world would love him too!

Christ dwells in Heaven, but visits on Earth.-Cant. vi. 1-3, 12.
WHEN mourners stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell;
Where he is gone they fain would know,

That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best Beloved keeps his throne,

On hills of light, in worlds unknown;

my Lord;

L. M.



But he descends and shows his face

In the young gardens of his grace. 3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand,

Where fruitful trees in order stand :
He feeds among the spicy beds,

Where lilies show their spotless heads.) 4 He has engross'd my warmest love,

No earthly charms my soul can move;
I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death, nor hell, shall make us part. 5 (He takes my soul, ere I'm aware,

And shows me where his glories are;
No chariots of Amminadib,

The heavenly rapture can describe.] 6 O may my spirit daily rise

On wings of faith above the skies;
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell for ever


Christ very God and Man.-John i. 1, 14, 29; 1 John i. 7
A Man there is, a real Man,

With wounds still gaping wide,
From which rich streams of blood once ran,

In hands, and feet, and side.
2 ['Tis no wild fancy of our brains,

No metaphor we speak:
The same dear Man in heaven now reigns,

That suffer'd for our sake.]
9 This wondrous Man, of whom we tell,

Is true Almighty God,

with my

O. M.

« PreviousContinue »