Holy, holy, holy Lord! Heav'n and earth thy name record: Rich in glory thou didst stoop, XCIX. Rev. v. 8, 14. HARK! how the choir around the throne They drink full draughts of bliss unknown, They range thro' heaven's unmeasur'd plain, And find new cause for praise; See more of Jesus, and again Loud Hallelujahs raise. Anon, the pearly gates unfold, An heir of bliss draws nigh; Again they strike their harps of gold, Another sinner born of God, Makes heaven's vast concave ring, Again they Jesus' love record, And Hallelujah sing. At last the ransom'd throng, complete, Ere long I hope to join the throng, C. Heb. i. 3. THERE's not a ray of glory known, The Father's glories, all divine, All pow'r and wisdom, love, and grace, The fulness of the Godhead dwells CI. Job ix. 33. CHRIST as my Days-man deigns to stand He drew salvation's wond'rous plan,— He, therefore, must be God and man, This is the Days-man God approves, Whom ev'ry ransom'd sinner loves, God trusts his honor in his hand, CII. Gen, xxxvii. BEHOLD in Jacob's darling son, His brethren hate without a cause, And seek to shed his blood; But he obeys his father's laws, And does his murd'rers good. See! he is sold just like a slave, Hungry and anxious, lo! they come To buy of him they sold; He sends them richly laden home,-And will not take their gold. His answers rough, and angry tone, In Goshen's land of gospel light, CIII. Luke ix. 20. THE church triumphant round the throne, The church on earth, renew'd by grace, And as they run the heav'nly race, My soul shall gaze upon his face, This precious truth just suits my case, |