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Dwell there, for ever dwell, my love ;
Here I confine my sense ;
Nor stir a thought from thence.
Grant, thou Everlasting Fair,
Grant my soul a mansion there :
Thou art my ocean, thou my God!
Who could ever bear to be
Curst with immortality,
MUTUAL LOVE STRONGER THAI
Not the rich world of minds above
I owe to Christ, my God:
With pangs which none but he could feel
The value of his blood.
With force divinely sweet.
At his demand,
With cheerful hand,
In hourly tributes at his feet.
With every fleeting breath :
To the cold arms of death ;
Fast as the minutes fly; So billow after billow rolls
To kiss the shore and die.
A SIGHT OF CHRIST.
The substance of the following Copy, and many of the Lines,
were sent me by an esteemed friend, Mr. W. Nokes, with a desire that I would form them into a Pindaric Ode; but I retain. ed his measures, lest I should too much alter his sense.
ANGELS of light, your God and King surround
Bless their Redeemer-God with humble tongues.
Once I beheld his face, when beams divine
in him. While he appears, no other charms can hold Or draw my soul, asham’d of former things, Which no remembrance now deserve or name, Though with contempt ; best in oblivion hid. But the bright shine and presence soon withdrew; I sought him whom I love, but found him not ; I felt his absence; and with strongest cries Proclaim'd, “Where Jesus is not, all is vain.' Whether I hold him with a full delight, Or seek him panting with extreme desire, 'Tis he alone can please my wondering soul; To hold or seek him is my only choice. If he refrain on me to cast his eye Down from his palace, nor my longing soul With upward look can spy my dearest Lord Through his blue pavement, l'll behold him still With sweet reflection on the peaceful cross, All in his blood and anguish groaning deep, Gasping and dying there.This sight I ne'er can lose, by it I live : A quickening virtue from his death inspir'd, Is life and breath to me; his flesh my food; His vital blood I drink, and hence my strength.
I live, I'm strong, and now eternal life Beats quick within my breast ; my vigorous mind Spurns the dull earth, and on her fiery wings Reaches the mount of purposes divine, Councils of peace betwixt the’ Almighty Three Conceiv'd at once, and sign’d without debate, In perfect union of the eternal mind. With vast amaze I see the unfathom'd thoughts, Infinite schemes, and infinite designs Of God's own heart, in which he ever rests. Eternity lies open to my view; Here the beginning and the end of all I can discover; Christ the end of all, And Christ the great beginning; he my head, My God, my Glory, and my All in All!
O that the day, the joyful day, were come, When the first Adam from his ancient dust Crown’d with new honours shall revive, and see Jesus his Son and Lord: while shouting saints Surround their King, and God's eternal Son Shines in the midst, but with superior beams, And like himself :-Then the mysterious word, Long hid behind the letter, shall appear All spirit and life, and in the fullest light Stand forth to public view; and there disclose His Father's sacred works, and wondrous ways: Then wisdom, righteousness, and grace divine, Through all the infinite transactions past, Inwrought and shining, shall with double blaze Strike our astonish'd eyes, and ever reign Admir'd and glorious in triumphant light.
Death, and the Tempter, and the Man of Sin, Now at the bar arraign'd, in judgment cast,
Shall vex the saints no more: but perfect love,
LOVE ON A CROSS, AND A THRONE.
Now let my faith grow strong, and rise,
And view my Lord in all his love ; Look back to hear his dying cries,
Then mount and see his throne above.
See where he languish'd on the cross,
Beneath my sins he groan'd and died; See where he sits to plead my cause,
By his Almighty Father's side.
If I behold his bleeding heart,
There love in floods of sorrow reigns, He triumphs o'er the killing smart,
And buys my pleasure with his pains.
Or if I climb the eternal hills
Where the dear Conqueror sits enthron'd; Still in his heart compassion dwells,
Near the memorials of his wound.
How shall a pardon'd rebel show
How much I love my dying God? Lord, here I banish every foe,
I hate the sins that cost thy blood.