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He seiz'd our dreadful right, the load futtain'd, Heav'n's foveregn blessings clust'ring from :
O for their long to reach my lotiy theme ! And in his great afcent the proof supreme
He role! he role ! he burit the bars of death. Left I blasplenie my subject with my song. Lift up your beads, ye everlasting gates,
Thou nivit induls ent molt tremendous, power! And five the king of glory to come in! Still more tremendors, for thy wond’rous love! Who is the king of glory he who left That arms, withawe more awful, the commands: His throne of glory, for the pang of death: And foultranigreffion dips in levenfoid night, Lift up your heads ye everlalting gates, How our hearts tremble at thy love immente! And give tlie king of glory to come in! In love immenfe,inviolably juit! [itretch'd arms. Who is the king of glory? he who flew
O'er guilt, (how mountainous !) with out. The ravenous toe, that gorg'd all human rac Stern juitice, and soft-Imiling love, embrace, Ths king of glory, he, whose glory tillid Surporting, in full majetty, tly throne, Heavet, with amazement at his love to man; When leemed its majetly to need support, And with divine complacency beheld Or that, or man inevitably loft.
Powers moit illumin'd wilder'd in the theme Wiat, but the fathomless of thought divine The theme,the joy,how then thall man íuits Could labour fuch expedient from despair, Oh the burst gates! cruth'd iting! demelili And rescue both? Both rescue! both exalt!
[he ve O how are both exalted by the deed !
La galp! of vanquish'd death. Shout earth a A wonder in omnipotence itself!
This sum of good to man: whole nature, th: A mystery, no less to gods than men!
Tock wing, and mounted with him from ti Nót, thus, our infidels th’ Eternal draw, Then, then, I role; then tirit humanity (ton A God all o'er, confummate, abolite, Triumphant pats'd the cryital ports of light, Fullorn'd, in his whole round of rays complete : And leiz'd etcrnal youth. Mortality They set at odds herven's jarring attributes ; Was then transferrd to death; and heaven's d'y And with one excellence another wound; Unalienably seal'd to this trail frame, (rati Muim heavenl's perfeétion, break its equal beams, This child of sluit. Van, all-immortal! ha Bid mercy triumph over-God hiinielf, Hail, lucaven! ali lavish of Itrange gifts to rin Undeity'd by their opprobrious praile; Trine ali the glory! man's the boundlestica A God all inercy, is a God unju't.
Where am I rapt by this triumphant the... Ye brainless wits, ye baptiz'd infidels, On christian joy's exuiting wing, above The rantom was paid down; the fund of heaven Thi Aonian mount:-Alis Imall cautè for je Amazing, and amaz'd, pour'd forth the price, What if' to pain, immortal? it extent All price beyond: tho' curious to compute, Of being, to preclude a clofe of woe? Archangels tail'd to cast the mighty sum: Where, then, iny boat of immortality? Its value vait, ungraip'd by minds create, I bouft it still, tho'cover'd o'er with guilt; For ever hides, and glows in the supreme. For guilt, not innocence, his life he puurd.
And was the ransom paid? It was: and paid 'Tis guilt alone can justify his death; (What can exalt the bounty more ?) for you. Norilat, unless his death can jufiify The fun beheld it-no, the locking scene, Relenting guilt in heaven's indulgent fight. Drove back his chariot; midnight veil'd his face if fick of folly, I relent; he writes Not such as this; not such as nature makes; My name in heaven, with that inverted in A midnight, nature thudder'd to behold; (A spear deep dipt in blood!) which pieri di A midnight new! from her Creator's frown! (And open od there a font for all mankind (1:0 Sun! did it thou Ay thy Maker's pain? or start Who Itrive, who combat crimes, to drink, il At that enormous load of human guilt, (cross This, only this, subdues the fear of death. [iin Which bow'd his blessed head; o'erwhelm'd his Made groan thecentre; burttearth'smarblewomb, With pings, strange pangs! deliver'dof her dead:
$ 208. Greatnes of the Redemption. Hell howld; and heav'n, that hour, let fall a tear; And what is this --Survey the wond'ro Heav'n wept,that man wight smile! heaven bled, That man might never die
And, at each step, let higher wonder rise ! What heart of stone but glows at thoughts" Pardon for infinite ottence! and pardon like there?
[monnt “ Thro' means that speak its value infinite! Such contemplations mount us; and should “ A pardon bought with bloud! with blood d The rind still hisler; ner ever glance on man, vine ! Unraptur d,unintiam'd; where roll my thoughts “ With blood divine of him I made my foe; To ren from wonders ? Ilow my soul is caught!“ Perlisted to provoke! tho wood and awd;
" Bleis d, and chattis d, a fagrant rebel tiili
* Amidst the thunders of his throne! | My voice (if tun'd); the nerve, that writes, surSlin' a rebel universe!
tains; *" es up in arms! not one exempt!
Wrapp'd in his being, I resound his praise : • °8 ice rouleft of the foul he dies.” But tho'past all diffus'd, without a shore,
Seviry bear' and every bosom burn! His essence: local is his throne (as meet), (3 adesea of miracies is here !
To gather the disperít, to fix a point,
nagrammit loit beyond the thought Since finite every nature but his own.
wafcent, with equil praise! And nature's shield, the shadow of his hand:
His glory, to created glory, bright * Papie, byloved on Men, due to Heaven. As that, to central horrors ; he looks down FROM cu ris and thrones return, apoftate,
On all that foars; and spans immentity.
§ 211. Inability of fufficiently praising God. by greatelt, once, unrivalld theme. Down to the centre thould I send my thought, I Stountain; to that parent power,
Thro’ beds of glittering ore, and glowing to the tongue to sound, the thought to
Their beggar'd blaze wants lustre for my lay; . Men homage pay to men,
Goes out in darkneis: if, on tow’ring wing, beneath whole dreadful
I send it thro' the boundless vault of stars; ave profound of clay to clay, [how,
Theitars, tho’rich, what dross their gold to thee, dut, and turn their backs on thee,
Great! good! wise! wonderful! eternal King ? 6 whom thrones ceieitial ceateiefs ting.
If those conscious-itars thy throne around, ce umption, of man's awe for man!
Praile ever-pouring, and imbibing blits, Tit! end! reitorer! law! and judge!
I ask their strain; they wantit, more they want; 1, day thine, and thine this gloom of Languid their energy, their ardour cold,
Indebted still, their highest rapture burns; pealth, with all her radiant worlds: Short of its mark, detective, tho' divine, ernal, but a frown from thee?
still inore-This theme is man's, and man's ie: meridian glory, but thy smile ?
alone: male be thine not uman praise
, Their vatt appointments reach it not; they fee - the high holt on Hallelujahs live ?' On earth a bounty, not indulgid on high;
And downward look for heaven's fuperior praise. $ 213 1.:-=- race and Omnipresence of the Deity. View man, to see the glory of your God!
First-horn of æther! high in fields of light! risabe no longer, than I breathe In prije to him, who give my soul,
You fung creation (for in that you shard), a. ia infinite of prospect fair,
How role in melody, the child of love!
Creation's great superior, man! is thine; 1.17 me thades of hell, great love! by thee! Thine is redemption ; eternize the song! - that praile begin, which ne'er should Redemption ! 'twas creation more sublime;
Redemption! 'twas the labour of the skies; celtorn, what claim on all applause! Far more than labour-It was death in heaven.
et's ladle mantle labour'd o'er, Here pause and ponder: was there death in *** wrought, with attributes divine!
[blow? *.*3"Tähines ! what love! This midnight What then on earth? on earth which struck the
Whoitruck it? Who?-0 how is man enlarg’d, 17 3 arch, with golden worlds inlay'd, Seen thro’this medium! How the pigmy tow'rs? 1.1: Gisine ambition ! nought to thee: How counterpoisid his origin from duit! 15 tis profution : thou apait, How counterpois’d, to dust his fad return!
"Tund! oh tell me, mighty mind, How voided his vast distance from the skies! Resu? Thall I dive into thedeep? How near he presies on the seraph's wing! ( or ask the roaring winds, How this demonitrates thro’the thickeit cloud iminator? thall I question loud Of guilt, and clay condens'd, the son of heav'n! Tajf in that th' Almighty dwells? The double fon; the made, and the re-nade !
ce furious forms in streightend reins, And thall beaven's double property be lost? do ottice whirlwinds wheel his rapid car? Man's double madness only can destroy him, Wat sesa these questions?-trembling 1 To man the bleeding cross has promis d all;
The bleeding cross bas sworn eternal grace: Ni vizte foul adores the present God;
Who gave his life, what grace fail he dony?
Bruidla diant Deity? He tunes
Disdainful, plunging headlong in the abyss ! His wrath inflam'd? his tenderness on fire? What cordial joy, what confolation strong, Coua priyer, can praise avert it? – Thou, my: Whatever winds arile, or billows roll, Aly theme! ny inspiration! and my crown Our interest in the mister of the storm [smile. My stronth in age! my rile in low estate! Cling there, and in wreck'd nature's rains.My foul's ambition, pleasure, wealth!--mywo While vile aportates tremble in a calın. Mly light in darkness! and my life in death!
Mylo!It thro' time! bliss thro' cternity! § 212. Nian,
Eternity foo fort to speak thy praise, MAN! know thyself; all wisdom centres there. Or fihom thy profound of love to man! Tonone man scenis ignoble, but to man; Angels that prandeur, men o'erlock, üdruie:
§ 214. God's Love to Man. How long ihall human nature be their book, Dt generate mortal! and wread by thee?
O low omnipotence is lost in love! The beanadi reaton thec's Mews wonders there; Thou, who didit fave him, Inatch the imok
Father of angels! but the friend of man! What high contento! ilustrious faculties!
brand But the grand comment which cilpi ys at ful! Our humın height, farce lever'd from divine. From out the flames, and quench it in thy hlo By heaven compos', was pubith'd on the cross: How art thon pleas'd, by bounty to distress!
To make us groan beneath our gratitude, Who locks on that, and ices nog in hinileif An awful Peranger, a terrestrial gid?
To challenge,, and to dittance, all return !
Of lavith love Itupendous heights to soar, A glorious partner with the Deity In that high attribute, immortal life!
And leave praise panting in the distant vale
But tince the naked will obtains thy smile, I gaze, and as I gaze, my rounting soul
Beneath this monument of praise unpaid, Catches strange fire, eternity! at thce.
Forever lie entumbid my fear of death, He, the great father! kindled at one flame The world of rationis; one spirit pourd
And dread of ev'ry evil, but thy frown.
Oh for an humbler heart and loftier fong! From fpirit's awful toontain: pour'd himself Thro' all their souls; but not in equal liream: Which meted o'erdoom d Salem, deign tolo
Thou, my much-injur'd theme! with thaticit Profuse, or f ugal of th' inspiring God,
Compation to the culdnets of my breast; As liis wile plan demanded: and when past Their various trials in their various pheres,
And paidon to the winter in my itrain,
Luke war: Devotion.
Why doubt vie then the glorious truth to Onluch a theme 'tis impious to be calm; Angels are men of a superior kinet; [ling? Shall Heaven which gave us ardour, and Angels are an in lighter habit clad, Iis own for man fo strongly, not disdain (the High o'er celestial mountains wing d in fight: What mooth emollients in theclogy, And men are ungels, loaded for an hour, Recumbent virtue's downy doctors preach, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, That prole of piety, a lukewarm praile? And lifpery itep, the bottom of the feep: Riie cdours liveet from incente uniailam Yet fummond to the glorious standard loon, Devotion, when lukcwarın, is undevcut. Which flames eternal crimson thro' the skies.
$216. Deatb, where is try Sting? § 213. Religion.
Oh when will death (now ftingless), liks RELIGION's all. Descending from its fire
friend, To wretched man, the goddess in her left Admit nie of that choir? Oh when will de Holds out this world, and in her right, the next: This mould'ring, old partition-wall thr. Religen! the sole voucher man is man: Give beings, one in nature, one abode? [de, Supporter fole of man above himself.
Oh death divine that yives us to the skies, keligion! providence! an after state! Great future! glorious patron of the past, Here is fin footing; here is solid rock; And preient, when thall I thy shrine adore This can support us; all is sea befides ; From Nature's continent iminentely wide, Siikunder us; bettorm, nd then devours. Innenleiy vleít, this little ifie of lite llis band the good man faftens on the lkies, Divides us. Happy day, that breaks ourch Aud bids earth roll, nor teels her idle whirl. That re admits us, thro'tlie guardian hand
Religion! thou the soul of happiness; Of elder brothers, to our Father's throne; And groaning Calvary of thee! There shine Who hrais our Advocate, und ihro'lis wour The noble truths; there Itrongest mutives iting! Beholding man, allows that tuinder name. Can love allure us? or can terror awe? 'Tis this makes Chriftian triumph, a comm. He weeps -ihe talling drop puts out the lun: I is this manes joy a duty to the wie. He tins --ihe ligh earth's deep foundation Hait thou ne'erfecn the comet'stlamingf.: If, in his love, lo terrible, what then thakes. Th' ilustrious franger pailing, terror tied
0:22tions, from his fiery train They draw pride's curtaino'er the nood-tide ray Diketomous, takes his ample round Spike up their inch of reason, on the point The masof ether, coats unnumber'd worlds of philosophic wit, call'd argument, 3:29n jolar glory; doubles wide
And then exulting in their taper: cry, Farbty cape, and then revitits earth, “ Behold the lun;" and, Indian-like, adore. sa baz travel of a thousand years, Talk they of morals: 0 thon bleeding Love! Tiesa the deitin'd period, hall return Thou maker of new morals to mankind! it e certb, who bids the comet blaze ; The grand morality is love of thee. Asistim all our triumph o'er the tomb. A Christian is the highest style of man.
And is there, who the blefied cross wipes off 1:17. Faitb enforced by our Reason.
As a foul blot from his ditlonour'd brow? Neerus dumb on this important point:
If angels tremble, 'tis at such a fight :
The wretch theyquit,defponding of theircharge, rajous in low whitper breathes: hops aloud, diltinet; even adders hear,
More struck with grief or wonder, who can tell? Word dart into the dark again. sabrid e across the bridge of death,
§ 219. The mere Man of the World. 1. seth vekolind nature cannot thun,
Ye fold to sense, ye citizens of earth, brught imonthlyon the farther shore.' (For luch alone the Christian banner fly) Ittrar is the mountain Faith removes; Know ye how wile your choice, how great your ostin burrier between man and peace :
gain? Taies darins destruction; and absolves
Behold the picture of earth's happiest man : clamorous charge the guiltless tomb." He calls his with, it comes ; he sends it back, W ostu.dit thou disbelieve? _" tis Reason “ And lays, he ca!I'd another; that arrives,
“ Meets the fame welcome; yet he still calls on, Si med Reason."-Hold her facred ftill;
Till one calls on him, who varies not his cali, X: 2 ta' want a rival in thy fame.
* But holds him faft,in chains of darkness bound, a heart is thine: Deep in its folds,
“ Till nature dies. and judgment lets him free: wth ife; live dearer of the two.
“ A freedom. far lels welcome than his chain." sebaptis'd me, when adult;
But grant man happy; grant him hapry long; tue and fille in her impartial scale ;
Add to life's higheit prize her latest hour; son de chat choice, which once was bur my Thay hour to late, comes on in full career?:
How Twift the thuttle flies, that weaves thy müdis faith: and unparsud
Troud! has a lovitts, 'tis reason then no more; Where is the fable of thy former years? (thee
or our faith is right, Thrown down the gulph of time; as far from - and : ? What then is blafpherny?
Like a bird itruggling to get loose, is going; Fristes, and justiy fond of faith, Scarce now polieit, so fuddenly 'tis gone; R., 78, demands our firit regard,
And eac br swift moment fled, is death advanc'd 3d, as the daughter dear: By frides as (wift: Eternity is all; 11.0imir Faith is but the flow'r: And whose eternity? Who triumphs e?
wrin:!l die; but Reason lives Bathing for ever in the font of blits ? is her father in the ikies.
For ever balking in the Deity! not reason yours:
Conscience reply, O give it leave to speak; - great Mifter
mard nights this workin recents. While uleful its advice, its accents nila.
Truth is deposited with man's last bour;
An honest hour, and faithful to her trust.
on the tomb: Truth, eldest daughter of the Deity; Answounds alone, thy tuith can die; Truthi,of his council when he made the worlds, antennid terrors gives to Death,
Norlesswhen he thall judge the worlds he made, per estenom his twice-morta:] iting.
Tho' lilent long, and sleeping ne'er fo found,
The goddess bursts in thunder and in flame,
alide; those friends to reason, Valveitabs every joy, and leaves
§ 220. NIGHT v. Darkness. Der heighten'd gnawing on his heart.Of feather'd fopperies, the sun adore:
Let Indians, and the gay, like Indins, fond erus tons of reason idoliz'd, and at once; of reason dead,
Darkness has more divinity for me:
It strikes thought inward, it drives back the loud
site Caritian, think
a cu's with triumpit
§ 218. Falje Pbilosopby.
Darkness the curtain drops o'er life's dull scene; 224. Little to be expected from Max. 'Tis the kind hand of Providence stretcht out WHAT are we! how unequall now we foau 'Twixt man and vanity; 'tis Reason's reign, And now we link: how dearly pays the fou And Virtue's too; these tutelary shades For lodging ill; too dearly rents her clay! Are man's asylum from the tainted throng. Reason. a baffled counsellor! but adds
The blush of weakness to the bane of woe. § 221. The Futility of Man's Resolutions.
The nobleft fpirit fighting her hard fate, VIRTUE for ever frail, as fair below,
In this damp, dusky region,charg'd with stoi
But feebly flutters, yet untaught to fly. Her tender nature suffers in theçrowd,
'Tis vain to seek in men for more than m Nor touches on the world, without a stain : The world's infectious; few bring back at eve
Tho'proud in promise, big in previous thou Immaculate the nanners of the morn.
Experience damps our triumph. I, who lat Something we thought, is blotted; we resolv’d, Threw wide the gates of everlasting day,
Tonerging from the shadows of the grave, Is fhaken; we renounc'd, returns again.
And caul'd mankind to glory, down I ruch, Each falutation muy flide in a fin
In sorrow drown'd-But not, in lorrow, lott Unthought before, or fix a former flaw. Nor is it strar', light, motion, concourse, noise, I dive for precious pearls
, in forrows stre:n
How wretched is the man, who never mourn All scatter us abroad; thought outward bound, Not fo the thoughtless man that only grieve Neglectful of our home aftairs, flies off
Takes all the torment, and rejects the gain, In fume and dissipation, quits her charge, · And leaves the breast unguarded to the foe.
(Inestimable gain !) and gives heaven leave
To make him but more wretched, not more v § 222. The Power of Lxample.
§ 225. Wif.com. PRESENT example gets within our guard,
If wisdom is our lesson, (and what else And acts with double force, by few repell’d.
Ennobles man? what else have angels learnt Ambition fires ambition ; love of gain Grief, more proficients in thy school are mad Strikes like a peltik nce from breast to breaft; Than genius, or proud learning, ere could buu Riot, pride, perfidy, blue vapours breathe ;
Voracious learning, often over-fed, And inhumanity is caught from man;
Digefts not into sense her motley meal. From smiling man. A light, a fingle glance, This forager on others' wisdom leaves And thot at random, often has brought home Her pative farm, her reason quite untilld: A sudden fever to the enrobbing heart,
With mixt inanure the surfeits the rank foil, Of envy, rancour, or impure delire.
Dung'd, but not drejt; and rich to beggary We see, we hear with peril; safety dwells
A pomp untameable of weed prevails: (mouRemote from multitude; the world's a school Her servant's wealth encumber'd wisdom Of wrong, and what proficients twarm around! And what says Genius?“ Let the dull be wi We must or imitate, or ditapprove;
It pleads ezemption from the laws of sense ; Must list as their accomplices, or foes; (peace. Considers Reafon as a leveller, That stains our innocence; this wounds our And scorns to share a hleliing with the crow From mature's birth, hence, wildum has beenfmit That wise it could be, thinks an ample clain With sweet recess, and languith'd for the lhade. To glory, and pleasure gives the rest.
Wiidom less thudders at a fool, than wit.
But Wisdom (miles, when hunıbled mort § 223. Midnight.
weep. This sacred fade, and solitude, what is it? When Sorrow wounds the breast, as ploughs 'Tis the felt presence of the Deity.
glebe, Fcw are the faults we flatter when alone : And hearts obdurate feel her softening show Vice links in her allurements, is ungilt, Her seed celestial, then glad Wisdom lows, And locks, like other objects, black by night. ller golden harvest triumphs in the soil. by r;-;!t an atheist halt believes a God. If so, I'll gain by my calamity,
Nigit is fair Virtue's immemorial friend ; And reap rich compensation from my pain. The conscious moon, throu: hevery distant age, I'll range the plenteous intellectual field; Has heid a lamp to Wisdom, and let fall And gather every thought of sovereign pows On contemplation's eye her pursing ray. To chase the moral maladies of man;
(iki Huil, precius moments ! ftol'n trom the black Thoughts
, which may bear transplanting to waite
Tho' natives of this coarse penurious foil, Of murder'd time: auspicious midnight hail! Nor wholly wither there, where seraph's fing The world excluded, every pafton huth'd, Refin'd, exalted, not annullid in hcaven. And open'd a calm intercourse with heav'n; Ile re the soul fits in council, ponders past, $ 226. Refle&tions in a Church-yard. Predeftines future actions; fees, not feels, SAY, on what themes thall puzzled cho Tumultuous life; and reasons with the itorm; descend? All herlies answers,and thinks down hercharms." Th'importance of contemplating the tomb