OUR DEAR REDEEMER.

FLOW on, strains of grateful joy!

Halleluiahs, glide along!

Praising is my sweet employ,

Jesus' name exalts my song!

Jesus, from the realms of light,

Came to save a ruin'd race:

Left the mansions beaming bright,

Left a Father's fond embrace.

See him patiently descend!

See him in a manger laid!

He who was salvation's friend!

He on whom our hopes are staid'

Thro' a course of infant years,
Humbly, duteously, he liv'd-

He who dissipates our fears!
He who life and vict'ry gives!

Then a busy manhood prime,

Kindly, bitterly, he bore,

Filling up each part of time,

With a love unknown before.

Pain he banished and woe;

Peace and joy he made revive ;
And, the spirit humbl❜d low,
Bid look up, and smile and live.

Man despis'd him, mortals dar'd
Oft insult the Heav'nly king-

He his righteousness declar'd,

By the works from goodness spring.

On he pass'd and reach'd the goal,

The cross-accursed, bitter, tree; Thence he breathes his Holy soul, And completes the ransom free.

Now behold the purchase o'er,
See him rise and seek the skies,

Pain he undergoes no more,

Death with Hell astonish'd flies.

"Victor"-shouts the angelick throng

"Halleluiah”—seraphs cry—

And the anthem swelling strong

Fills with extacy the sky.

"Man is sav'd-the ruin'd race,

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Ransom'd-purchased-redeem'd,

"GOD vouchsafes forgiving grace

"JESUS-Saviour-swells our theme!"

"Now behold him rise" they cry"Haste-attend-resound him home" Thronging myriads thro' the sky Flow, and hail the Saviour come.

Now he sits in Heav'n enthron'd

Now invites our ruin'd race

If we'll trust in him alone,

We may find redeeming grace.

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But if mercy we refuse,

If we spurn the proffer'd love;

If the way to Hell we chuse,

Leaving that which leads above.

Then we justly may expect

A doom, eternal, dark, severe,

Richly due to our neglect;

Who despise a Saviour dear.

JESUS clad in Judgment comes !

Awful opes the book of life!

Sinners haste to meet your doom!

Saints rejoice, rejoice and live!

TO CHATTERTON,

On reading a sketch of his Life.

YES, Chatterton, thy limbs are low in death :
Thy mind, so active, so indignant too,

At the stern contumely merit bears,

From degradated manhood, has fled

But ah! no stygian gloom it wings it's gone
Within the presence of an Holy God!

Oh that some friend, (such deed had well become

A mother's care,) o'er thy yet tender mind

Those rich seeds had cast which ripen into
Purity and virtue-Had rais'd thy view
Beyond the petty cares of this vile world.
Then at thy foot alone the storm had rag'd;
Nor, mounting higher, fill'd that noble breast
With flames and horror, such as genius knows,
When, without hope from Heav'n, 'tis brooding

O'er its wrongs, unpitied and despised.

But, humanity come nigh !-Here gaze—

And let this lesson sad disturb thy pride

Thy pride and is there such a prodigy?

-A man-that's proud!-vile grov'ler in the dust