What are his Charms, fay they, above "The Objects of a mortal Love?" 2 Yes, my Beloved to my Sight

Shews a fweet Mixture, Red and White:
All human Beauties, all divine,

In my Beloved meet and shine.

3 White is his Sou', from Blemish free; Red, with the Blood he fhed for me; The Fairest of ten thousand Fairs; A Sun amongst ten thousand Stars. 4 [His Head the finest Gold excels: There Wisdom in Perfection dwells: And Glory like a Crown adorns Those Temples once befet with Thorns. 5 Compaffions in his Heart are found, Hard by the Signals of his Wound: His facred Side no more shall bear The cruel Scourge, the piercing Spear.] 6 [His Hands are fairer to behold

Than Di'monds fet in Rings of Gold: Thofe heav'nly Hands that on the Tree Were nail'd and torn, and bled for me. 7 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble Knees, Loaded with Sins and Agonies;

Now on the Throne of his Command His Legs like marble Pillars ftand.] 8 His Eyes are Majefty and Love, The Eagle temper'd with the Dove; No more fhall trickling Sorrows roll Thro' thofe dear Windows of his Soul.]

9 His Mouth, that pour'd out long Complaints, Now fmi es, and cheers its fainting Saints; His Countenance more graceful istot Than Lebanon with all its Trees.

10 All over glorious is my Lord;

Must be belov'd and yet ador'd:
His Worth if all the Nations knew,
Sure the whole Earth would love him too!

LXXVI. CHRIST dwells in Heaven, but vifits on Earth, Cant, vi. I, 2, 3, 12.

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HEN Strangers ftand and hear me tell
What Beauties in my Saviour dwell;
Where he is gone they fain would know,
That they may feek and love him too.
2 My best Beloved keeps his Throne

On Hills of Light in Worlds unknown:
But he defcends and fhews his Face vý
In the young Gardens of his Grace.
3 [In Vineyards planted by his Hand,
Where fruitful Trees in order ftand;
He feeds among the spicy Beds,
Where Lilies fhew their fpotlefs Heads.
4 He has engrofs'd my warmeft, Love;
No earthly Charms my Soul can move':
I have a Manfion in his Heart,

Nor Death, nor Hell, fhall make us part.]

5 [He takes my Soul ere I'm aware,
And fhews me where his Glories are;
No Chariots of Amminadab
The heav'nly Rapture can describe.
6 O may my Spirit daily rife

On Wings of Faith above the Skies,
Till Death fhall make my laft Remove
To dwell for ever with my Love.]

LXXVII. The Love of CHRIST to the Church in his Language to her, and Provifion for her, Cant. vii. 5, 6, 9, 12, 13.

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Now in the Gall'ries of his Grace Appears the King, and thus he fays, "How fair my Saints are in my Sight! σε My Love! how pleasant for Delight!” 2 Kind is thy Language, Sov'reign LORD, There's heav'nly Grace in ev'ry Word! From that dear Mouth a Stream divine Flows fweeter than the choiceft Wine.

3 Such wond'rous Love awakes the Lip
Of Saints that were almost asleep,
To speak the Praifes of thy Name,
And make our cold Affections flame,

4 These are the Joys he lets us know;
In Fields and Villages below,

Gives us a Relifh of his Love,
But keeps his noblest Feaft, above.

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In Paradife, within the Gates,

An higher Entertainment waits;
Fruits new and old laid up in Store,.
Where we shall feed, but thirst.

no more.

LXXVIII. The Strength of CHRIST's Love, and the Soul's Jealousy of her own

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WHO is this fair One in Distress.

That travels from the Wilderness.
And prefs'd with Sorrows and with Sins,
On her beloved LORD fhe leans?

2 This is the Spoufe of CHRIST our GOD,
Bought with the Treafures of his Blood;
And her Request and her Complaint,
Is but the Voice of ev'ry Saint,

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"O let my Name engraven ftand

Both on thy Heart, and on thy Hand;
"Seal meupon thine Arm, and wear
"That Pledge of Love for ever there.

"Stronger than Death thy Love is known,
"WhichFloodsofWrath could neverdrown;
"And Hell and Earth in vain combine
"Tó quench a Fire fo much divine.

5" But I am jealous of my Heart,
"Left it fhould once from thee depart;
Then let thy Name be well imprefs'd
"As a fair Signet on my Breaft.

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6" Till thou hast brought me to thy Home, "Where Fears and Doubts can never come; "Thy Count'nance let me often fee, "And often thou shalt hear from me. 7" Come, any Beloved, hafte away, "Cut fhort the Hours of thy Delay; "Fly like a youthful Hart or Roe "Over the Hills where Spices grow,"

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LXXIX. A Morning Hymn, Pfalm xix. 5, 8. and lxxiii. 24, 25

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OD of the Morning, at whofe Voice The cheerful Sun makes hafte to rife, And like a Giant doth rejoice

To fun his Journey thro' the Skies į

2 From the fair Chambers of the Eaft
The Circuit of his Race begins,
And without Wearinefs or Reft,
Round the whole Earth he flies and fhines &

3 Oh, like the Sun, may I fulfil

Th' appointed Duties of the Day,
With ready Mind and active Will
March on and keep my heav'nly Way.

4 [But I fhall rove and lofe the Race,
If GoD, my Sun, fhould disappear,
And leave me in this World's wide Maze,
To follow ev'ry wand'ring Star.]

5 LORD thy Commands are clean and pure, Enlightning our beclouded Eyes;