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2. Or did some curious angel's chy. Pompous and solemn is his Pace, mic Art

And full of Majesty, as is his face. The spirits of purest Light impart? Who is this mighty Hero, who? For th Sun with his bright company, 'Tis I, who to my Promise faithful Are all gross meteors if compard to thee.

I who the pow'rs of Death, hell, 3. Thou art the Fountain, whence

and the

grave, their light does flow;

Have foild with this all-conqu’ring But to thy Will thine own dost owe :

Hand, For (as at first) thou didit but say

I who moft ready am, and mighty Let there be Light! and strait sprang

too to fave. forth this wondrous Ray.

II. 4. Let now the eastern Princes come Why wear'st thou then this scarlet and bring

dye? Their tributary Offering :

Say, mighty Hero, why? There needs no Star to guide their Why do thy garments look all red, Might,

Like them that in the Wine fat They'll find thee now, great King,

tread? by thy own light.

“ TheWine-press I alone have trod," 5. And thou, my soul, adore, love, That vaft unwieldy frame, which and admire,

long did ftand And follow this bright Guide of fire. Unmov'd, and which no mortal Do thou thy hymns and praises bring,

force could e'er command, Whilft angels with veild faces an That pond'rous mars i ply'd alone, thems fing

And with me to affift were none; A mighty talk it was, worthy the

Son of God. 486.

Angels stood trembling at the dread. Ifai. Ixiii.

Concern'd, with what success I 1.

should thro' HO is this mighty Hero,

The Work I undertook to do; who?

Inrag'd I put forth all my Might, With glories round his head, and And down the engine press'd, the terror in his brow?

violent force From Bozrah lo! he comes, a scarlet Difurb'd the Universe, put nature Dye

out of course. O'erspreads his Cloaths, and does The Blood gush'd out in streams, ourvie

and chequer'd o'er The blushes of the morning sky.

My garments with its deepest gore; Triumphant and victorious heap. With

ornamental drops bedeck'd Í

stood, pears, And honour in his looks and habit And writ my victory with glorious

blood How strong he treads, how fately does he go!

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And with my fingle Arm the conThe day, the signal Day is come, quest won. When of my enemies i must ven- Loud acclamations filled all heaven's

court, The day when death shall have its The hymning guards above, doom,

Strain d to a higher pitch of joy and And the dark Kingdom with its love, pow'rs shall shake.

The great Jehovah prais'd, and the Time in his Calendar mark'd out this victorious Son.

day with red, He folded down the iron leaf, and

487. thus he said, This Day, if ought I can divine

1. be true,

and , * Shall for a fignal victory Be celebrated to pofterity :

find ? * Then shall the Prince of life der. Of what great Hero, of what mighty cend,

thing, \ And rescue mortals from th' in. Wilt thou in boundless numbers fing? fernal Fiend,

Sing the unfathom'd depths of love, 16 Break thro' his frongeft forts, and (For who the wonders done by love all his hoft subdue."

can tell, This said, he shut the adamantine By Love, which is itself all miracle ?) volumę close ;

Here in vast endless circles may'ft And wish'd he might the crouding

thou rove. Years transpose,

Love's greatest mystery rehearse, So much he long'd to have the (Greater than that, scene display,

Which on the teeming chaos broodAnd see the vast event of this important Day.

And hatch'd with kindly heat the III.

Universe :) And now in midt of the revolving How God in mercy chose to bleed years,

and die, This great, this mighty one appears: To rescue Man from misery ; The faithful traveller the sun Man, not his creature only, but his Hath number'd out the days, and the enemy. set period run.

II. " I look'd, and to aslift was none,” Lo! in Gethsemane I see him proMy angelic guards stood trembling strate lie, by,

Press’d with the weight of his great But durft not venture nigh:

agony. In vain too from my Father did I The common sluices of the Eyes look

To vent his mighty passion wo'nt For help, my Father me forsook.

suffice, Amaz'd I was to see

His tortur’d Body weeps all o'er, How all deserted me :

And out of ev'ry pore I took my Fury for my fole support, Buds forth a precious gein of purple

gore.

How

ing fat,

How ftrange the power of Afi&i. He saw the foul Ingratitude of those, on's rod,

Who would the labours of his Love When in the hands of an incensed oppose, God!

And reap no benefit by all his agonies. Like the commanding wand

He saw all this ; In Mofes hand,

And as he saw, to waver he began, It works a miracle, and turns the And almost to repent of his great food

love for Man. Of tears into a sea of Blood.

IV. See with what pomp Sorrow does When lo, a heav'nly Form all bright now appear!

and fair, How proud she is of being seated here. Swifter than thought, shot thro' th' She never wore

enlightned air. So sich a die before.

He who stood next th'imperial throne, Long was he willing to decline And read the counsels of the great Th' encounter of the wrath divine. Three-one, Thrice he sent, for his release, Who in Eternity's mysterious glass, Pathetic embassies of peace : Saw both what was, what is, and At length, his fiery love o'ercame what mus come to pass-; his doubt,

He came with reverence profound, Resolv'd he was, and so the bloody And rais'd his proftrate Maker from Flag hung out.

the ground, III.

Wip'd off the bloody Sweat And now the tragic scene's display'd, with which his face and garments Where drawn in full battalia are laid too were wet ; Before his eyes

And comforted his dark benighted That num'rous host of Miseries

mind He must withstand, that Map of woe With sovereign Cordials of light reWhich he must undergo ;

fin'd. That heavy wine-press which must This done, in soft addresses he began by him be trod,

To fortify his kind Designs for man The whole artillery of God. Unreal'd to him the book of God's He saw that Face, whose very fight

decree, Chears angels with its beatific light, And shew'd him what must be : Contracted now into a dreadful Alledg'd the truth of Propnesies, frown,

Figures, types, and mysteries ; All cloath'd with thunder, big with How needil it was to supply, death,

With human race, che ruins of the And showers of hot burning wrath, Sky. Which shortly must be poured down. How this would new accession bring He saw a black and disial scroll To the celestial choir ; Of Sins, past, present, and to come, And how withal, it would inspire With their intolerable Doom ; New matter for the praise of the (Which would the more oppress bis

great King soul,

How he should see the Travail of As elements are weighty provid

his Soul, and bless When from their nativeitation they're Those Sufferings, which had so good remov'd.)

fuccess.

How

am be:

How great the triumphs of his Vi. A ray of his Divinity
Etory,

Shot forth with that bold Answer, I
How glorious his ascent would be;
What weighty bliss in heav'n heThey reel and fagger, and fall to
should obtain

the ground; By a few Hours of pain;

For God was in the sound. Where to eternal Ages he (as man) | The Voice of God was once again, should reign.

Walking in the Garden, heard; He spake, confirmd in mind the And once again, was by the guilty Champion stood;

hearers fear'd: A Spirit divine

Trembling feiz'd ev'ry joint, and Thro' the thick veil of Flesh did chilness ev'ry vein. Thine :

This little victory he won, All-over powerful he was, all-over Shew'd what He could have done. good.

But he to whom, as Chief, was giv'n Pleas'd with his successful light, The whole militia of heav'n, Th' officious Angel posts away

That mighty He, To the bright regions of eternal day, Declines ali Guards for his defence,

Departing in a track of light. But that of his inseparable inng: In hafte for News, the heav'nly

cence ; People ran,

And quietly gives up his liberty. And joy'd to bear the hopeful state He's seiz'd on by the military bands, of man.

With Cords they bind his facred V.

Hands : And now that strange prodigious But ah! how weak, what nothings hour,

would they prove, When God would subject be to hu- Were he not held by ftronger ones man pow'r ;

of love, That Hour is come

VI. Th'unerring clock of fate has ftruck; Once more, my wearied soul, thy 'Twas heard below down to Hell's

pinions try, lowest room ;

And reach the top of Calvary. And frait th' infernal pow'rs th'ap. A steep afcent! but most to him who pointed signal took.

bore Open the scene, my soul, and see The busthen of a Cross this way be. Wonders of impudence and vil fore. lainy;

Here breath a while, and view How wicked mercenary hands The dolefull'it Picture forrow ever Dare to invade Him whom they drew : should adore ;

The Lord of life, heav'n's darling With swords and Itaves encompass'd Son, round he stands,

The great, th' Alinighty one, Who knew no other guards but those with out-stretch'd arms, Aail'd to a of heav'n before.

cursed tree, Once with his pow'rful breach he Crown'd with Marp thorns, gover’d did repel

with infamy. Thę rude affaults of hell ;

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So many miracles had done, His Father foon will summon him The Lives of others to restore,

away ; Does with a greater lose his own. His breath obediently he will refign, Full three long hours his tender Body Angels to Paradise his Soul convey; did sustain

And calm the relicks of his Grief Most exquisite and poignant pain. with hymns divine. So long the sympathizing fun his light withdrew,

488. And wonder'd how the stars their dying Lord could view.

1. TN Pow'r or Wisdom to contend VII.

with thee, This strange defect of light

Great God, who but a Lucifer would Does all the rages in Astronomy af

dare ! fright,

Our strength is but infirmity, With fears of an eternal night.

(And when we this perceive, our Th'intelligences in their courses stray,

fight's moft clear :) And travellers below mistake their But yet I will not be excellod, way;

thought I, Wondring to be benighted in the In Love ; in love I'll with my Maker midit of day.

vie. Each Mind is seiz'd with horror and 2. I view'd the glories of thy Seat despair,

above, And more o'erspread with darkness And thought on ev'ry grace and than the Air.

Charm divine ; Fear on ! 'tis wondrous all, and new; And, farther to increase my love, 'Tis what past ages never knew.

I measur'd too the heights and depths Fear on, but yet you'll find,

of thine ; The great Eclipse is yet behind. Thus there broke forth a strong and The lustre of the Face divine

vig'rous Flame, Does on the mighty Sufferer no And almost melted down

my

morta! longer shine:

frame. God hides his glories from his fight, 3. But when thy bloody Sweat and With a thick skreen made of hell's Death I view, grofleft night.

I own (dear Lord) the conquest of Close wrought it was, and solid, all

thy Love: Compacted and substantial; Thou doft my highest fights out-do; Impenetrable to the beatific Light. I in a lower orb, and flower move. Without complaint he bore

Thus in this strife's a double WeakThe tortures he endur'd before ;

nefs shewn, But now, no longer able to contain, Thy Love I cannot equal, nos ye! Under the great Hyperbole of pain, bear my own. He mourns, and with a strong pathe

tick cry,

489,

Laments the fad defertion of the

Deity.
Here ftop, my soul, stop and admire,
The Breather of all Life will now

expire :

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