3 White is his foul, from blemish free, Now on the throne of his command [8 His eyes are majesty and love, و His mouth that pour'd out long complaints, Than Lebanon with all its trees. 1Q 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, Song vi. 1, 2, 3, 12.. W HEN ftrangers stand 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 and worlds unknown; But he defcends and fhews his face. 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 fhow their fpotlefs heads. 4 He has engrofs'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my foul can move : I have a manfion in his heart, Nor death, nor hell, fhall make us part.] [5 He takes my foul ere I'm aware, And fhows me where his glories are ; No chariot of Amminadib The heav'nly rapture can defcribe. 6- O may my spirit daily rife On wings of faith above the skies, LXXVII. The love of Christ to the church, in his language to her, and provifions for her, Song vii. 5, 6, 9, 12, 13. NOW in the gall'ries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he fays: 5 In paradife, within the gates, Where we shall feed, but thirft no more. LXXVIII. The ftrength of Chrift's love, and the foul's jealoufy of her own, Song viii. 5,6,7,13,14. [WHO is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness : And prefs'd with forrows and with fins, 2 This is the spouse of Chrift our God, 4 Stronger than death thy love is known, "Which floods of wrath could never drown; "And hell and earth in vain combine, "To quench a fire fo much divine. 5 "But I am jealous of my heart, 6" Till thou haft brought me to thy home, 7 I “Come, my beloved, hafte away, Fly like a youthful hart or roe "Over the hills where fpices grow." LXXIX. A morning hymn, Pfal. xix. 5, 8. and lxxiii. 24, 25. GOD of the morning, at whofe voice The cheerful fun makes hafte to rife, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. 2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And without wearinefs or reft Round the whole earth he flies and fhines. 3 Oh like the fun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, 4 But I fhall rove and lofe the race, 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 6 Give me thy counfel for my guide, Are faint and cold, compar'd with this.. LXXX. An evening hymn, Pfal. iv. 8, and iii. 5, and cxliii. 8. HUS far the Lord has led me on, And ev'ry ev'ning fhall make known 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 6 |