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3. Thou art the Fountain, whence

their light does flow;

But to thy Will thine own doft owe: For (as at firft) thou didst but fay Let there be Light! and ftrait fprang forth this wondrous Ray.

4. Let now the eastern Princes come and bring

Their tributary Offering: There needs no Star to guide their flight,

They'll find thee now, great King, by thy own light.

5. And thou, my foul, adore, love, and admire,

And follow this bright Guide of fire. Do thou thy hymns and praises bring, Whilft angels with veil'd faces anthems fing.

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Pompous and folemn is his Pace. And full of Majefty, as is his Face. Who is this mighty Hero, who? 'Tis I, who to my Promise faithful stand;

I who the pow'rs of Death, hell, and the grave,

Have foil'd with this all-conqu'ring Hand,

I who most ready am, and mighty too to fave.

II.

Why wear'st thou then this scarlet dye?

Say, mighty Hero, why? Why do thy garments look all red, Like them that in the Wine-fat tread?

"TheWine-prefs I alone have trod," That vaft unwieldy frame, which long did ftand

Unmov'd, and which no mortal
force could e'er command,
That pond'rous mafs I ply'd alone,
And with me to affift were none;
A mighty talk it was, worthy the
Son of God.

Angels ftood trembling at the dreadful fight,

Concern'd, with what fuccefs I should go thro'

The Work I undertook to do; Inrag'd I put forth all my Might, And down the engine prefs'd, the

violent force

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III.

The day, the fignal Day is come, When of my enemies I muft vengeance take;

The day when death fhall have its doom,

And the dark Kingdom with its pow'rs fhall shake.

3 Time in his Calendar mark'd out this day with red,

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He folded down the iron leaf, and thus he faid,

This Day, if ought I can divine

be true,

Shall for a fignal victory

Be celebrated to pofterity:
Then fhall the Prince of life def

cend,

And with my fingle Arm the conquest won.

Loud acclamations filled all heaven's

court,

The hymning guards above, Strain'd to a higher pitch of joy and love,

The great Jehovah prais'd, and the victorious Son.

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I.

AY, bold and daring mind, What noble Subject wilt thou find?

Of what great Hero, of what mighty thing,

And refcue mortals from th' in-Wilt thou in boundless numbers fing? Sing the unfathom'd depths of love, (For who the wonders done by love

fernal Fiend,

Break thro' his strongest forts, and

all his hoft fubdue."

This faid, he shut the adamantine

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can tell,

By Love, which is itself all miracle?)
Here in vaft endless circles may'st
thou rove.

Love's greatest mystery rehearse,
(Greater than that,

Which on the teeming chaos brood-
ing fat,

And hatch'd with kindly heat the
Universe :)

How God in mercy chose to bleed
and die,

To refcue Man from mifery ;
Man, not his creature only, but his
enemy.

II.

Lo! in Gethsemane I fee him proftrate lie,

Prefs'd with the weight of his great
agony.

The common fluices of the Eyes
To vent his mighty paffion wo'nt
fuffice,

His tortur'd Body weeps all o'er,
And out of ev'ry pore

took my Fury for my fole fupport, Buds forth a precious gem of purple

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How ftrange the power of Affli&i- | He faw the foul Ingratitude of those, Who would the labours of his Love

on's rod,

When in the hands of an incenfed

God!

Like the commanding wand

In Mofes' hand,

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And as he faw, to waver he began,

It works a miracle, and turns the And almoft to repent of his great

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III.

And now the tragic fcene's difplay'd,
Where drawn in full battalia are laid
Before his eyes

That num'rous hoft of Miferies
He must withstand, that Map of woe
Which he must undergo;
That heavy wine-prefs which muft
by him be trod,
The whole artillery of God.
He faw that Face, whofe very fight
Chears angels with its beatific light,
Contracted now into a dreadful
frown,

All cloath'd with thunder, big with death,

And fhowers of hot burning wrath, Which fhortly must be poured down. He faw a black and difmal scroll Of Sins, paft, prefent, and to come, With their intolerable Doom; (Which would the more opprefs bis foul,

As elements are weighty prov'd When from their native ftation they're remov'd.)

love for Man.

IV. When lo, a heav'nly Form all bright and fair,

Swifter than thought, fhot thro' th' enlightned air.

He who ftood next th'imperial throne, And read the counfels of the great Three-one,

Who in Eternity's mysterious glass, Saw both what was, what is, and

what mufl come to pass; He came with reverence profound, And rais'd his proftrate Maker from the ground,

Wip'd off the bloody Sweat With which his face and garments

too were wet;

And comforted his dark benighted mind

With fovereign Cordials of light refin'd.

This done, in foft addreffes he began
To fortify his kind Defigns for man:
Unfeal'd to him the book of God's
decree,

And fhew'd him what must be :
Alledg'd the truth of Propnefies,
Figures, types, and myfteries;
How needal it was to fupply,
With human race, the ruins of the
Sky.

How this would new acceffion bring
To the celestial choir;
And how withal, it would infpire
New matter for the praife of the

great King.

How he fhould fee the Travail o his Soul, and blefs Thofe Sufferings, which had fo goo fuccefs. Ho

How great the triumphs of his Vi

&tory,

How glorious his afcent would be; What weighty blifs in heav'n he should obtain

By a few Hours of pain; Where to eternal Ages he (as man) fhould reign. He fpake, confirm'd in mind the Champion ftood; A Spirit divine

Thro' the thick veil of Flesh did fhine :

All-over powerful he was, all-over good.

Pleas'd with his fuccessful flight,
Th' officious Angel posts away
To the bright regions of eternal day;
Departing in a track of light.
In hafte for News, the heav'nly
People ran,

And joy'd to hear the hopeful state

of man.

V.

And now that strange prodigious hour, When God would fubject be to human pow'r ;

That Hour is come! Th' unerring clock of fate has ftruck; "Twas heard below down to Hell's

lowest room;

A ray of his Divinity Shot forth with that bold Answer, I am be:

They reel and stagger, and fall to the ground;

For God was in the found.
The Voice of God was once again,
Walking in the Garden, heard;
And once again, was by the guilty

hearers fear'd: Trembling feiz'd ev'ry joint, and chilnefs ev'ry vein.

This little victory he won,
Shew'd what He could have done.
But he to whom, as Chief, was giv'n
The whole militia of heav'n,

That mighty He,

Declines all Guards for his defence, But that of his infeparable inng

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And ftrait th' infernal pow'rs th'ap-A pointed fignal took.

Open the fcene, my foul, and fee
Wonders of impudence and vil-
lainy ;

How wicked mercenary hands.
Dare to invade Him whom they
should adore;

With fwords and flaves encompass'd
round he stands,
Who knew no other guards but thofe
of heav'n before.

Once with his pow'rful breath he
did repel

The rude assaults of hell;

fteep afcent! but most to him who bore

The burthen of a Cross this way be. fore.

Here breath a while, and view The dolefull'it Picture forrow ever drew :

The Lord of life, heav'n's darling Son,

The great, th' Almighty one, Without ftretch'd arms, nail'd to a curfed tree, Crown'd with fharp thorns, cover'd with infamy, He who before

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2. I view'd the glories of thy Seat above,

And thought on ev'ry grace and Charm divine ;

And, farther to increase my love, I meafur'd too the heights and depths of thine;

Thus there broke forth a strong and vig'rous Flame,

And almost melted down my morta! frame.

3. But when thy bloody Sweat and Death I view,

I own (dear Lord) the conqueft of thy Love:

Thou doft my higheft flights out-do; I in a lower orb, and flower move. Thus in this ftrife's a double Weak

nefs fhewn,

Thy Love I cannot equal, nor yet bear my own.

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