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See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet,
Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too fmall;
Love so amazing, fo divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

XXV.

THE RESURRECTION.

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HOU fhalt rise, my duft! thou fhalt arise!
Not always closed thine eyes;

Thy life's firft Giver,

Will give Thee life for ever.
Ah, praise His name!

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,
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
I fhall behold Thy bliffful face,

And ftand complete in righteousness.

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This life's a dream, an empty fhow,
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys fubftantial and fincere:
When fhall I wake and find me there?

Oh glorious hour! oh bleft abode!
I fhall be near and like my God;
And flesh and fin no more controul

The facred pleasures of the foul.

My flesh fhall flumber in the ground,
Till the laft trumpet's joyful found;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

XXVII.

ST. STEPHEN.

HE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner ftreams afar:
Who follows in His train?

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Who beft can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;

Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train!

The martyr firft, whofe eagle eye,
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who faw his Mafter in the sky,
And called on Him to fave.

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain;

He pray'd for them that did the wrong!
Who follows in His train?

A glorious band, the chofen few,
On whom the Spirit came;

Twelve valiant faints, their hope they knew,
And mock'd the crofs and flame.

They met the tyrant's brandifh'd steel,

The lion's gory mane;

They bow'd their necks the death to feel!
Who follows in their train?

A noble army-men and boys,
The matron and the maid

Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light array'd.

They climbed the fteep afcent of Heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain!

Oh God! to us may grace be given,

To follow in their train !

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So fhall I charm the liftening throng,
And draw the living ftones along
By Jefus's tuneful name.

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.

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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.

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