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With lowly mind, self-emptied all and poor,
May ask in hope, and hoping ask for more.
With humble faith direct his ardent prayer,
Present his wishes, or his thanks prefer.
An offering pure and more accepted bring,
Than harps can sound, or sweeps the chorded string.
Their sighs harmonious, and their holy tears,
Joy of his sight, and music in his ears.
Who saves the contrite, and resheaths his sword,
At once to favour, as to life restor’d,
Who fear his name, or tremble at his word.
More free to offer and more rich to give,
Than man to ask, or asking, to believe,
His pride confess, or unbelief conceive.
Touch'd by his word, they catch the living flame,
Hang on his cross, and shelter in his name.
With faith approv'd, their whole burnt-off'rings lift,
While Aames the altar, and consumes the gift.
From heav'n's bright lamp the hallow'd fire comes
Seizes on all, and wraps it to the throne :
Where sits on high the Lord of Israel's hope,
Who bare their sins, now bears their offerings up;
Well-pleas'd he smiles on what himself inspir’d,
As found the service that his love requir'd.
Hail, sov'reign goodness! infinite and free: Thine eye the light, thy span immensity!
Thyself thy centre, and creation's soul!
Whose vast circumf'rence circumscribes the whole;
Extends o'er all its penetrating sway,
And kindles darkness, or puts out the day.
From whom conceal'd, no secret thoughts can rise,
Escape thy notice, or deceive thine eyes,
Known ere its birth, known ere in embryo warm'd,
By words depictur’d, or in action form’d:
Trac'd from its point thy spirit marks its course,
Directs its motion or repels its force.
To gain some end, or frustrate some design,
Alike thy justice and thy love combine.
Searcher of hearts! to thee are equal known
The minds of millions, as the mind of one.
Who would not fear, who would not kiss thy hand?
Fall at thy word, or rise at its command?
Hail, sov'reign Lord! by all thy works confess'd!
By angels worshipp'd, and by saints address'd!
Hail, sov'reign love! mysterious wisdom, hail!
In whom the Father, and his fullness dwell!
In whom the Godhead, and the man unite,
Stamp of his form, and glory of his light !
Come, and thy two-fold character maintain,
Jehovah's equal, and the child of man !
In whom complete, in thee completed shine,
The God incarnate, and the man divine.
Mysterious truth! withheld from reason's eye:
Outcast on earth! but wonder of the sky!
Hail, wondrous Cross* ! and thou more wondrous
That cross who bore—Thyself its mystery!
And borne for man!-a greater myst’ry still!
But such thy love, and love's mysterious will!
Hail, wondrous chief! who can thy deeds explain?
Their cause explore, or tell thy love for man?
Found in thyself, from thee alone it flow'd,
Read in thy death, as written with thy blood.
That precious blood, that in its mingled stream
Pour'd life for all thy merits could redeem,
And this was all-not one of human kind,
Who come refus’d, or asking may not find.
'Tis far from thee, to spurn a hapless race,
Reject the suppliant, or withhold thy grace. ·
Thy grace is his--who asks in thy great name, May ask for all, and with assurance claim The purchas'd pardon to believers giv'n, The seal of mercy, and the hope of heav'n. All-conqu’ring faith, determin'd to endure, And make its calling and election sure: That firm resists temptation unto blood; Of self divested, and espous'd to God.
Lives but for him, who liv'd for this alone,
Form of our forın, in fashion of his own,
That God with man might live for ever one!
Hail, wondrous love! surpassing angels sight!
Lost in its depth, and blinded by its light,
Hail! thou in whom the wide extremes are seen,
Of God Jehovalı-and of man with men.
All hail! in whom concentre all in one:
Hail all thou art! and all that thou hast done!
Unrivall’d yet, let all thy works adore;
Who died a man, is God for evermore!
But utterance fails—our feeble spirits faint,
Nor more thy person than thy passion paint.
Supreme in botlı, in both supreme of all;
Fountain of life, and love's original!
Source of thyself, unmade and underiv'd;
As self-existent, and as self-depriv'd.
Conceiv'd and born, was crucify'd and dead:
His creature's offspring, was creation's head.
Life in bimself, to take or to resign,
In each as mortal, and in each divine.
Hail then again-thy Spirit cries, “ All hail!"
Tho' worlds despair, and all creation fail.
Yet kind permit, and with thy wonted love,
Our weakness spare, nor in thy wrath reprove
Our glowing zeal; but let thy goodness hear
Our silence speak: what tho' our tongues forbear?
Our hearts shall muse, our raptur'd wonder feel,
Our lives express, and life's obedience tell.
Fix'd on this view our willing feet shall
From earth's attraction, to our hope above.
In all thy paths, in all thy precepts tread,
Whate'er thy life, or written word hath said.
In meek compliance with thy sov'reign will:
In action fervid, and in suffering-still.
Waiting thy call from earth's inglorious strife,
To living joys, and heav'n's un-ending life.
Sweetly compos'd, resign our parting breath,
Answer thy smile, and hail the tyrant-Death.
Launch undismay'd beyond the solar bound:
With prophets number'd, and with martyrs found.
Where wait the saints, for better things prepar'd,
Their final glory, and their full reward.
Our bodies laid on earth's capacious breast,
In peace shall slumber, and in hope shall rest,
Till at thy trump'we lift our waking eyes,
Start from the tomb, and ready for the skies,
Mount all renew'd, and as thine own divine,
Our shining forms their kindred spirits join,
Till thus restor'd, our rising head we meet,
Reign on his throne, or prostrate at his feet:
In heav'n's high dome eternal trophies raise,
Our joy consummate, and complete our praise: