18. Jesus seen of Angels. POLAND.

BEYOND the glittering starry skies,
Far as th' eternal hills,
There, in the boundless worlds of light,
Our dear Redeemer dwells.

Immortal angels bright and fair,
In countless armies shine;
At his right-hand with golden harps,
They offer songs divine.

"Hail, Prince!" they cry, "for ever hail! "Whose unexampled love

"Mov'd thee to quit these glorious realms, And royalties above."

Through all his travels here below,
They did his steps attend;

Oft gaz'd, and wonder'd where at last,
The scene of love would end.

They saw his heart transfix'd with wounds,
His crimson sweat and gore:
They saw him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er brake before.

They brought his chariot from above,
To bear him to his throne;

Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, "The glorious work is done."

19. A Prayer for Seriousness.

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CHATHAM.
THOU God of glorious Majesty!

To thee, against myself, to thee,
A sinful worm I

cry:
An half-awaken'd child of f man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,

A sinner born to die.

Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,

Secure, insensible !
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heav'nly place,

Or shuts me up in hell.
O God! mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart,

Eternal things impress ;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.
Before me place in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there

To meet a joyful doom!

Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live

And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

20. A Prayer for Quickening Grace."

MILBOURN PORT.

COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick’ning pow’rs, Kindle a flame of sacred loye

In these cold hearts of ours.

Look how we grovel here below,

Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls how heavily they go

To reach eternal joys!

In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever live

At this poor dying rate;
Our love so faint so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great ?

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

21. Forbearance of God. BEDFORD.

AND are we wretches yet alive?
And do we yet rebel?
'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love
That bears us up from hell.

The burden of our weighty guilt,
Would sink us down to flames;
While threat'ning vengeance rolls above,
To crush our feeble frames.

Almighty goodness cries, " Forbear,"
And strait the thunder stays;
And dare we now provoke his wrath,
And weary out his grace?

Lord, we have long abus'd thy love,
Too long indulg'd our sin;
O that our hearts may bleed to see,
What rebels we have been!

No more, our lusts, may ye command,
No more may we obey;

Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand,
And drive thy foes away.

22. Panting after God. Lowell. MY God, my life, my love,

To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove,

For thou art all in all.
Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell;
'Tis Paradise when thou art here,

If thou depart, 'tis hell.
The smilings of thy face,

How amiable they are!
'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,

And no where else but there.
Nor earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford :
No, not one drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord.
Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my

soul.

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23. The Penitent pardoned.

PENITENCE.
LUILTY and vile before my God,

I dread the vengeance of thy rod;
My sins, like lofty mountains grown,
Might justly bring thy vengeance down.