But the bright Shine and Prefence foon withdrew; I fought him whom I love, but found him not; I felt his Abfence; and with ftrongest Cries Proclaim'd, Where JESUS is not, all is vain, Whether I hold him with a full Delight, Or feek him panting with extreme Defire, "Tis he alone can pleafe my wond'ring Souls To hold or feek him is my only Choice. If he refrain on me to caft his Eye
Down from his Palace, nor my longing Souf With upward Look can spy my dearest LORD Thro' his blue Pavement, I'll behold him ftilk With sweet Reflection on the paceful Crofs, All in his Blood and Anguifh groaning deep, Gafping and dying there-
This Sight I ne'er can lofe, by it I live: A quick'ning Virtue from his Death inspir'd Is Life and Breath to me; his Flesh my Food; His vital Blood I drink, and hence my Strength.
I live, I'm ftrong, and now Eternal Life
Beats quick within my Breaft, my vigorous Mind Spurns the dull Earth, and on her fiery Wings Reaches the Mount of Purposes Divine, Counfels of Peace betwixt th' Almighty Three Conceiv'd at once, and fign'd without Debate, In perfect Union of th' Eternal Mind.
With vaft Amaze I fee the unfathom'd Thoughts, Infinite Schemes, and infinite Designs
Of God's Own Heart, in which he ever refts.
Eternity lies open to my View ;
Here the Beginning and the End of all
I can difcover; CHRIST the End of all, And CHRIST the great Beginning; he my Head, My God, my Glory, and my All in All.
O that the Day, the joyful Day were come, When the first Adam from his ancient Duft Crown'd with new Honours shall revive, and fee JESUS his Son and Lord; while fhouting Saints Surround their King, and GoD's Eternal Son Shines in the midft, but with fuperior Beams, And like himself; then the myfterious Word Long hid behind the Letter fhall appear All Spirit and Life, and in the fulleft Light Stand forth to publick View; and there difclofe His Father's facred Works, and wondrous Ways: Then Wisdom, Righteoufnefs and Grace divine, Thro' all the infinite Tranfactions past, Inwrought and fhining, fhall with double Blaze Strike our aftonifh'd Eyes, and ever reign Admir'd and glorious in triumphant Light.
Death, and the Tempter, and the Man of Sin Now at the Bar arraign'd, in Judgment cast, Shall vex the Saints no more: but perfect Love And loudest Praises perfect Joy create,
While-ever-circling Years maintain the blissful State.
'Twas his own Love that made him bleed, That nail'd him to the curfed Tree; 'Twas his own Love this Table spread
For fuch unworthy Worms as we.
Then let us tafte the Saviour's Love, me, Faith, and feed upon the LORD: Confent our Lips shall move
Look back to hear his dying Cries,
Then mount and fee his Throne above.
See where he languifh'd on the Cross; Beneath my Sins he groan'd and dy'd; See where he fits to plead my Caufe By his Almighty Father's Side.
If I behold his bleeding Heart,
There Love in Floods of Sorrow reigns, He triumphs o'er the killing Smart, And buys my Pleasure with his Pains.
Or if I climb th' Eternal Hills
Where the dear CONQUEROR fits enthron'd, Still in his Heart Compaffion dwells, Near the Memorials of his Wound.
How fhall a pardon'd Rebel show How much I love my dying GOD? LORD, here I banish every Foe, I hate the Sins that cost thy Blood.
Eternity lies open to my View;
Here the Beginning and the End of all
I can discover; CHRIST the End of all, And CHRIST the great Beginning; he my Head, My God, my Glory, and my All in All.
O that the Day, the joyful Day were come, When the first Adam from his ancient Duft
Crown'd with new Honours shall revive.ord's-Supper.
JESUS his Son and Lord; w'
Surround their King, and Gfai. Ixiii. 1, 2, 3.
WHAT heavenly MAN, or lovely GOD,
Comes marching downward from the Skies,
Array'd in Garments roll'd in Blood,
With Joy and Pity in his Eyes?
The LORD the SAVIOUR! yes, 'tis he, I know him by the Smiles he wears; Dear glorious MAN that dy'd for me, Drench'd deep in Agonies and Tears!
Lo, he reveals his fhining Breaft; I own thofe Wounds, and I adore: Lo, he prepares a royal Feast,
Sweet Fruit of the sharp Pangs he bore!
Whence flow these Favours fo divine! LORD! why fo lavish of thy Blood?
Why for fuch Earthly Souls as mine, This heav'nly Flesh, this facred Food?
'Twas his own Love that made him bleed, That nail'd him to the curfed Tree; 'Twas his own Love this Table spread For fuch unworthy Worms as we.
Then let us tafte the Saviour's Love, Come, Faith, and feed upon the LORD: With glad Confent our Lips shall move And fweet Hofannas crown the Board.
"M tir'd with Vifits, Modes, and Forms,
And Flatteries paid to Fellow-Worms; Their Converfation cloys;
Their vain Amours, and empty Stuff:
But I can ne'er enjoy enough
Of thy beft Company, my LORD, thou Life of all my Joys.
When he begins to tell his Love,
Through every Vein my Paffions move,
The Captives of his Tongue :
In midnight Shades, on frofty Ground,
I could attend the pleafing Sound,
Nor fhould I feel December cold, nor think the Darknes
There, while I hear my SAVIOUR-GOD
Count o'er the Sins (a heavy Load)
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