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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;
19. .: O.N. - Watts.
Amidst his Father's throne;
And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet;
The church adore around;
And harps of sweeter sound.
And these the hymns they raise,
Into thy sacred will?
And open every seal?
The Son deserves it well;
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.
Hast set the prisoners free:
And we shall reign with thee.
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.
By him supported, all things stand;
And angels fly at his command. 3 [Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
But, lo! he leaves those heavenly forms: 4 The Word descends and dwells in clay,
hold converse with worms,
The eternal Father's only Son:
When through his eyes the Godhead shone 6 Bless'd angels leave their high abode,
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
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:
In my Beloved meet and shine.
Red with the blood he shed for me;
A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 [His head the finest gold excels;
There wisdom in perfection dwells;
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,
His legs like marble pillars stand.] 8 [His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle temper'd with the dove:
Through those dear windows of his soul.] 9 [His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints:
Than Lebanon, with all its trees.] 10 All over glorious is
That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best Beloved keeps his throne,
On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
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 :
Where lilies show their spotless heads.) 4 He has engross'd my warmest love,
No earthly charms my soul can move;
Nor death, nor hell, shall make us part. 5 (He takes my soul, ere I'm aware,
And shows me where his glories are;
The heavenly rapture can describe.] 6 O may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies;
With wounds still gaping wide,
In hands, and feet, and side.
No metaphor we speak:
That suffer'd for our sake.]
Is true Almighty God,