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Then constant FAITH, and holy HOP E shall die, One loft in Certainty, and one in foy: Whilst thou, more happy Pow'r, fair C# ARITY, Triumphant Sister, greatest of the three 3 Thy Office, and thy Nature still the fame, Lafting thy Lamp, and unconfum'd thy Flame, Shalt itill survive Shall stand before the Hoft of Heav'n confeft, For ever blefling, and for ever blest.
E Nough, my Mufe, of earthly Things,
And Inspirations but of Wind,
Of the great crucified King.
Till Earth thou joineft with the Skies !
To be half seen by mortal Eye. How Shall I grasp this boundless Thing! What shall I play? What shall I fing? I'll fing the mighty Riddle of mysterious Love, Which neither wretched Men below, por blefed Spirits above,
With all their Comments can explain ; How all the whole World's Life to die did not disdain.
I'll.fing the searchless Depths of the Compassion divine,
The Depths unfathom'd yet
How the Eternal Father did bestow
I'll fing aloud, that all the World may hear
Methinks I hear of murdered Men the Voice,
Sound from the Top of CALVARY;
O how unlike the others He!
Are nailed to the infamous Wood :
And finful Man does fondly bind The Arms which he extends t'embrace all human Kind.
Unhappy Man, canst thou stand by, and fee
All this as patient as he ?
Thy Garments and thy Hair ;
Through all thy bleeding Bowels move.
But made at Home with richer Gore?
Do'st thou not see the livid Trace
If that be yet not crucify'd,
Open, oh! open wide the Fountains of thine Eyes,
And let 'em call
For this will ask it all.
Canft Thou deny him this, when He
May well be understood,
A TRANSLATION of a HYMN
Composed in Latin
By John Picus, Earl of Mirandula and
Who flourished about the Year 1480.
Almighty God, whose Majesty alone
We do adore, Three Persons, Three in * One,
* In one God.
Spare us, O Lord ! and wash us clean, we pray, Let not thy just Displeasure us destroy. For if our Sins with Justice thou Should'At weigh, Or our Misdeeds in Judgment just repay; What living Frame were able to fuftain Thy just Displeasure, in eternal Pain ? No, not that | Fabrick formed by thy Hand, And made perpetual by thy own Command. To ev'ry Man the first Man Guilt convey'd, And ev'ry one the fame in Acts bewray'd. But Thou art he that lovest Men to spare, And not thy Juftice with our Sins compare. Thou didft 'Rewards without Desert dispense, And Punishment much less than our Offence : For why? Thy Mercies all our Faults surmount, To save th'unworthy Thou thy praise doft 'count; Thine own Ele&t thy Love doth worthy make, And pardon'st all their Sins for thy Son's sake. Look down, we beg, with a propitious Eye On us, once Servants, now thine Enemy ; For so we are, if thou mark’st what's amiss, Such of our Life the ungrateful Product is. Look on thy Gift, and not upon our Guilt, Behold the Blood for us our SAVIOUR spilt : Thy first Creation did our Service claim, But thy free Grace it doth us Children name : Wretches, alas! this Title we disgrace, And by our Sins thy Mercy do deface: We would deface, but Love doth us restrain, Thy Love, that once bestow'd is ne'er in vain : For, Lord, thy Wisdom other Ways did know, To magnify thy Pow'r to us below. But Thou thy Glory from our Fall do'st raise, And for Redemption, we thy Love must praise : For that inclin'd'the God of Love to leave His Father's Bofom, us from Sin to save ; To die, to rife, and from his side to send Water and Blood, what ADAM loft t'amend, (Thy Wisdom and thy Love do fo contrive Through the worst Aas, the best for to derive.) Thy Love and Favour we fo little prize, The Goodness which by Sins we do despise ; + Soul and Body of Man. X2
That Love and Favour did our Sins forgive :
A HYMN on GRATITUDE,
By Mr. Addison.
WHEN all thy Mercies, o my God,
The Gratitude declare,
But Thou canst read it there.
Thy Providence my Life sustain'd,
And all my Wants redrest,
And hung upon the Breast.
Thy Mercy lent an Far,
To forn themselves in Pray’r.