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THE CHRISTIAN HERO.
MMORTAL God! whom men and angels own,
Thro’ boundless first and last, I AM, alone! Who shall, approv'd, thy searching test endure? Or in thy blissful realms a place fecureHe, who with care the word divine surveys, And by the gospel-rule directs his ways; Who looks to Jesus as his only guide, And hopes to live because his SAVIOUR died : O power supreme! whence every gift proceeds, Alift my muse to sing his wond'rous deeds : Say, whence such courage to the CHRISTIAN given, As spurns the earth, and bursts the gates of heaven?
Alham'd so long a slave to fiends below, And forc'd the downward way to endless woe; He breaks his bands, and snaps th' infernal chain, And back for happier regions turns again. Now conquest after conquest greets his eyes, And battle after battle satan Aies; Till the whole man is to obedience brought, And CHRIST, as Lord, presides in every thought. Now love, zeal, fear-dart forth their pow'rful rays, Add beam to beam, and croud into a blaze; Mortals admiring, every virtue scan, Revere th’ ALMIGHTY, and approve the MAN; Get round, in list’ning throngs to hear him tell, How bright the truth that guides his steps so well;
Pleas'd he relates the deeds his Lord hath done,
Nor does his goodness end in things above,
Th’afflicted widow, and the fatherless;
The serpent's seed is summon'd from below,
If GOD, to prove him, wonted aid denies, Aficts with scorpions, or the scourge applies; He owns his hand, fubmissive, like a son, And says no more, but—LORD, thy will be done ! 'Tis true, he's plunged into deepest woes When Jesus frowns, and wrath eternal glows; 'Tis then he pours out all his soul in tears, 'Tis then his God dispels his gloomy fears.
Thus does th' immortal man of heavenly birth, Pursue his warfare thro' this venal earth: Forgetting what's behind, he looks before, And longs, and strives, to reach the blissful shore; Nor longs nor strives in vain ;-the prize is won ! His race is finish'd, and his work is done! Swift on a cherub's wings the hero flies, And Aaming legions guard him thro' the skies :
The blazing portals of the realms of day,
ON CHARIT Y. "HOU heaven-born gift of more exalted kind!
Thou spotless virtue of the christian mind! Each other act inferior far to thee, Shrinks with its causes, and refrains to be: But thou affert'st thy kindred birth from high, Sublimely bright, beyond the power to die.
THOUGHTS ON PHILIP, I. XXIII.
I AM IN A STRAIGHT BETWEEN TWO, HAVING A DESIRE TO
BE DISSOLVED, AND TO BE WITH CHRIST.
OW shall I do to fix my doubtful love?
Shall I remain below, or foar above? HERE, earth detains me, and retards my flight, THERE, heaven invites me to sublime delight: Heaven calls aloud, and bids me hafte away, While earth allures, and gently whispers, stay! But hence thou fly inchantress of my heart! I'll break thy fetters, and despise thy art. Hafte, hafte, kind fate, unlock my prison door! Were I releas'd, my soul aloft should soar? See, LORD! my struggling arms tow'rds thee are sent, And strive to grasp thee in their wide extent. Oh! had I power to mount above the pole, And touch the centre of my longing foul ! Tho' torn in sunder as I raptur'd fee, I'd lose one half, might t'other reach but thee. But thou above derid'st my weak designs, And still opposeft what thy word injoins. Vainly I beg what thou dost ftill deny, And stretch my hands to reach what's plac'd too high. Oft to myself false hopes of thee I feign, And think thou kindly com'st to break my chain. .