The rocks can rend, the earth can quake,
The feas can roar, the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things fhew fome fign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
To hear the forrows thou haft felt,
Dear LORD, an-adament would melt
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
Thy judgments too, unmov'd I hear,
(Amazing thought) which devils fear,
Goodness, and wrath, in vain combine,
To ftir this ftupid heart of mine.
But fomething yet, can do the deed,
And that dear fomething, much I need ;
Thy fpirit can from. drofs refine,
And move, and melt this heart of mine.
CLXXXIII. Remember me. C. M.
Thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to thee;
In all my forrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear LORD, remember me.
When groaning on my burden'd heart,
My fins lie heavily;
My pardon fpeak, new peace impart,
In love, remember me.
Temptations fore obftruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;
O give me ftrength, LORD, as my day,
For good, remember me.
If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame, and reproaches be;
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If thou remember me.
"Stand o'er yon terraqueous ball; "Sound the trumpet's final call."
Invitation. Ifa. Iv. 1.
O! every one that thirfts, draw near,
To living waters pure and clear,
Which fov'reign grace imparts:
The invitation, wide extends
The LORD, by me, MESSIAH fends,
To broken, contrite hearst.
Why loiter then, ye fallen race,
Time flies, on wings, with rapid pace,
Obey the friendly call:
The hoary head, the heedlefs youth,
Receive this folemn, cheering, truth,
We rife juft as we fall.
CLXXXVII. Christmas.-To Chefhunt New, THEN worlds were form'd by fov'reign might How nobly fang the fons of light!
When the high mufic of the spheres
Firft founded in JEHOVAH's ears.
But hark! in Judah's humble plains,
They warble fofter, fweeter, ftrains;
"Peace on the earth--to men good will,"
Fly, heav'nly news, creation fill.
Lo! from the Eaft, with meekest eye,
A lovely ftar fails thro' the sky,
And fhews three fages the nigh way,
To Beth'lem, where an infant lay.
Where is the babe? tell, angels' where?
Look, fee him in the manger, there!
'Tis he, the Ancient of all days,
Whom worlds celeftial, ceafelefs praise.
Lo! at his feet, the richest worth
Of eaftern climes is poured forth;
The hour is come! Meffiah born!
Ne'er fhone before, fo bright a morn!
See, where he reigns exalted! fee
Manfions prepar'd, my foul, for thee,
Redemption's Author, and its end,
The King of kings, my endlefs friend.
CLXXXVIII. Difmiffion. L. M. D.
ET fofteft ftrains of music rife,
To him who reigns above the skies;
Shout all creation, his great name!
And daily fing his matchlefs fame.
He made the worlds, and gave his Son
To rescue man; the work is done!
Let angels and the ranfom'd race,
For ever, loud extol his grace.
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