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What wretches ! to play at the fiery throne,
With the buckler of God at their heart! Where beasts that approach must be slain with a stone,
Or must die by the thrust of a dart!
The glorify'd Judge shall assemble the lost,
And their towering Babel shall crack; And builders and buildings shall find, to their cost,
Their foundation disclos'd to the neck.
The archangel's trump, and the sentence, shall blast;
Yea, the fabric of nature be crash'd ; And mortals deluded convinc'd at the last,
When in infinite ruins abash'd.
How sweet are the joys of a Spiritual Birth,
How delightful the comforts within, When weeping and mourning are silenc'd by mirth,
And the conscience disburden'd of sin !
All doubtings and fearings are made to subside,
And submit to the triumphs of Love;
And exchang’d for the wings of a dove,
Stern Justice refuses to carry the suit,
When Jesus, the Ransom, appears:
The insolvent is drowned in tears.
All torments and terrors take flight, and are gone,
And divine consolations succeed; Believers and Jesus how happy alone,
When Elias and Moses are fled !
Regardless he seem’d when he wrote on the ground;
But, as soon as he lift up his head,
For all mine accusers were fled.
· Hath no man condemn’d thee,' he cry'd with condole,
Though guilty by every plea?'
Nor permit them to pluck thee from me.
• Peace be unto thee, and an end to the strife,
For I am the First and the Last:
Nor upbraid thee for aught that is past.'
Thus wounded with sorrow, and melted with love,
A victim to Mercy I fell;
With the keys both of death and of hell.
My clouds of transgressions were chas'd from the skies
By the radiant beams of the Sun;
Then is life everlasting begun!
The heaven of heavens desist from their lour,
The tempest is hush'd to a calm ;
And the victor is crowned with palm.
He's led to the Rock by omnipotent hand;
In the secret cliff he can sing:
And his winter exchang'd for a spring.
My God, in compassion, did sweetly appear,
And dictated my song as I sung:
While the melody dropp'd from my tongue,
I wept with rejoicing, and sung in
my grief; And I fainted, and melted with love : I coyly refused his gracious relief,
But he made all my bowels to move,
All nature look'd gay, and afforded delight,
And proclaim'd divine wisdom abroad;
When I Aed to commune with my God!
I yielded my soul as a captive to grace,
When the banner of love was unfurld; My spirit dissolv'd in the rays of his face,
And I dy'd to the charms of the world.
My jealousy fled, and my mind was compos’d,
When my soul to my Saviour was wed: I charged my eyes to refuse to be clos'd,
Lest my husband should slip from my bed.
I us'd my entreaties his bowels to move,
For I trembled for fear he'd depart;
And I crown'd him the King of my heart.
Through each silent watch still my bed he would keep,
With his love as profuse as her source; My mind he employ'd when I sunk in a sleep,
And he charm’d me with mental discourse..
I thought of his birth, and amaz’d at the scheme,
While Faith was triumphant with palms; And wonder'd my God and my Maker supreme,
As an infant, should live upon alms !
His wearisome journies by faith I could trace,
And his footsteps my tears would bedew; The truths he then taught he would freely rehearse,
And I set to my seal-God is true.
The supper I view'd when the table was spread,
And I thought, as a guest, I was nigh; And, when he foretold that he must be betray'd,
I answered, 'O Lord, is it I?'
But, when I beheld him as rack'd on the cross,
And reflected my sin gave the wound; ;
Yea, I fainted, and dropp'd to the ground.
I wonder'd to see such a victim appear,
And was griev'd that his foes could deride; But, oh! when they pierced his heart with a spear,
I could fancy a pain in my side.
But when on his throne I perceiv’d him supreme,
With his garments all cover'd with gore; I said, "He hath finish'd the tragical scene,
And my Saviour can suffer no more !
The nature of angels was never so high,
As with crown and with sceptre to reign; The seraphic host, who inhabit the sky,
Must adore and attend as his train.
The wondering millions all cast off their crowns,
And acknowledge their glory from his; While rays of divinity blaze from his wounds,
And illumine the regions with bliss.
The brilliant, seraphic, and ransomed race,
Appear in majestic array ;
The perpetual springing of day.