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LIV.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

ERE is the fpring whence waters flow,
To quench our heat of fin;

Here is the tree, where truth doth

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grow,

To lead our lives therein.

Here is the Judge that ftints the ftrife,

When men's devices fail;

Here is the bread, that feeds the life,
Which death cannot affail.

The tidings of falvation dear,
Come to our ears from hence;
The fortrefs of our faith is here,
And fhield of our defence.

Then be not like the Hog, that hath
A pearl at his defire;

Yet takes more pleasure in the trough,
And wallowing in the mire.

Read not this book in any cafe,

But with a fingle eye;

Read not, but firft defire God's grace

To understand thereby.

Stay ftill in faith, with this refpect,

To fructify therein;

That knowledge may bring this effect,
To mortify thy fin.

Then happy thou, in all thy life,
What fo to thee befalls;

Yea, doubly happy fhalt thou be,
When God, by death, thee calls.*

LV.

THE REDEEMER.

ND who is He? the vaft, the awful form,

Girt with the whirlwind, fandal'd with the ftorm;

A western cloud around His limbs is

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fpread,

His crown a rainbow, and a fun His head.
To highest Heaven He lifts His kingly hand,
And treads at once the ocean and the land;
And hark! His voice amid the thunder's roar,
His dreadful voice, that time fhall be no more!

Lo! cherub hands the golden courts prepare ;
Lo! thrones arise, and every faint is there;
Earth's utmost bounds confefs their awful sway,
The mountains worship, and the isles obey!

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Nor fun, nor moon, they need, nor day, nor night,

God is their temple, and the Lamb their light;

* These lines are to be found in the "Bishop's Bible" of 1568.

And fhall not Ifrael's fons exulting come,

Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home?
On David's throne fhall David's offspring reign,
And the dry bones be warm with life again.
Hark! white-robed crowds their deep hofannas
raife,

And the hoarfe flood repeats the found of praise;
Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song,
Ten thousand, thousand faints the ftrain prolong;
"Worthy the Lamb! Omnipotent to fave,
Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave."
BISHOP HEBER.

LVI.

A DREAM.

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SLEPT; and in my fleep I dreamed
A hill before me lay,

Which, like a mighty barrier, feemed
To interrupt my way.

Its lofty fummit touched the skies,
Its bafe the fhades below;

And as I gazed, it seemed to rife,
And ftill more threatening grow.

An icy ftillness o'er me ftole,

And thrilled through every fense;
While doubt and horror filled my foul
With agony intense.

In fore diftrefs, I cried aloud
To God in fervent prayer;
And fuddenly I faw a cloud
Glide flowly through the air.

And out of it there came a drop,
Like blood of crimson hue,
Which fell upon the mountain top,
As foft as Hermon's dew.

And lo! the mountain passed away,
And vanished from my fight;
Like wreaths of mist at break of day,
Before the morning light.

Beyond it lay a fruitful land,

With rivers deep and wide,
Which rolled upon the golden fand
Their clear and crystal tide.

Befide them goodly trees, endued
With healing virtues, grew;

And flowers with ravished eyes I viewed,

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And there his sheep a fhepherd fed,

In pastures green and fair,

And unto living fountains led,

With ever-watchful care.

Good Shepherd, well I know Thee now,

With ardent voice I cried;

Thou art my Lord and Saviour, Thou, The Lamb, the Crucified.

The mountain was the load of guilt,
Which on my conscience lay;
The drop, the blood of Jefus fpilt,
To wash my fins away.

My guilty foul, O Lord, renew
In that all-cleanfing stream;
That thus the vifion may be true,
And not a fleeting dream.

LVII.

THE SEA OF GALILEE.

OW pleasant to me thy deep blue wave,

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O Sea of Galilee !

For the glorious One who came to fave
Hath often ftood by thee.

Fair are the lakes in the land I love,

Where the pine and heather grow;

But thou haft loveliness far above
What nature can bestow.

It is not that the wild Gazelle

Comes down to drink thy tide;

But He that was pierced to fave from hell
Oft wandered by thy fide.

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