See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Were the whole realm of nature mine, XXV. THE RESURRECTION. HOU fhalt rise, my duft! thou fhalt arise! Thy life's firft Giver, Will give Thee life for ever. Sown in darkness, but to bloom again, When, after winter's reign, Jefus is reaping The feed now quietly fleeping. Ah, praise His name! Day of praife! for Thee, thou wondrous day, In my quiet grave I stay; And when I number My days and nights of flumber, Thou wakeft me! Then, as they who dream, we fhall arife, With Jefus to the skies, And find that morrow, The weary pilgrim's forrow, All past and gone. Then within the Holieft, I tread, By my Redeemer led, Through Heaven foaring, His holy name adoring Eternally. KLOPSTOCK. XXVI. THE RESURRECTION. HAT finners value I refign, And ftand complete in righteousness. This life's a dream, an empty fhow, Oh glorious hour! oh bleft abode! The facred pleasures of the foul. My flesh fhall flumber in the ground, XXVII. ST. STEPHEN. HE Son of God goes forth to war, His blood-red banner ftreams afar: Who beft can drink his cup of woe, Who patient bears his cross below, The martyr firft, whofe eagle eye, Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, He pray'd for them that did the wrong! A glorious band, the chofen few, Twelve valiant faints, their hope they knew, They met the tyrant's brandifh'd steel, The lion's gory mane; They bow'd their necks the death to feel! A noble army-men and boys, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, They climbed the fteep afcent of Heaven, Oh God! to us may grace be given, To follow in their train ! So fhall I charm the liftening throng, The living ftones fhall dance, fhall rise, And form a city in the skies, The New Jerufalem. CHARLES WESLEY. XXIX. 'JERUSALEM. JERUSALEM! Jerufalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky! Now brought to bondage with thy fons, a curfe and grief to fee, Jerufalem! Jerufalem! our tears fhall flow for thee. Oh, hadft thou known thy day of grace, and flock'd beneath the wing Of Him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King! Then had the tribes of all the World gone up thy pomp to fee, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy fons been free. |