Like the dear Hour when from above
We first receiv'd thy Pledge of Love.
4 The Gladness of that happy Day!
Our Hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our Faith forfake its hold,
Nor Comfort fink, nor Love grow cold.
5 Each following Minute as it flies,
Increase thy Praife, improve our Joys;
Till we are rais'd to fing thy Name,
At the great Supper of the Lamb.
6 O that the Months would roll away,
And bring that Coronation-Day!

The King of Grace fhali fill the Throne,
With all his Father's Giories on.

LXXIII. The Church's Beauty in the Eyes of CHRIST, Cant. iv. 1, 10, 11, 7, 9, 8.

I KIND is the Speech of CHRIST Our LORD, ΚΙΝ Affection founds in ev'ry Word;

"Lo, thou art Fair, my Love!" he cries; "Not the young Doves have sweeter Eyes. 2 ["Sweet are thy Lips, thy pleasing Voice "Salutes mine Ear with fecret Joys; "No Spice fo much delights the Smell, "Nor Milk nor Honey taste so well.] 3 "Thou art all Fair, my Bride, to me; "I will behold no Spot in thee." What mighty Wonders Love performs; And puts a Comeliness on Worms!

4 Defil'd and lothesome as we are,

5

He makes us white, and calls us fair;
Adorns us with that heav'nly Drefs,
His Graces and his Righteoufnefs.

"My Sifter, and my Spoufe," he cries,
"Bound to my Heart by various Ties,
"Thy pow'rful Love my Heart detains
"In ftrong Delight and pleasing Chains."
6 He calls me from the Leopard's Den,
From this wide World of Beafts and Men,
To Sion, where his Glories are;
Not Lebanon is half fo fair.

7 Nor Dens of Prey, nor flow'ry Plains, Nor earthly Joys, nor earthly Pains,

Shall hold my Feet, or force

my Stay, When Chrift invites my Soul away.

LXXIV. The Church the Garden of CHRIST, Cant. iv. 12, 14, 15. and v. 1.

I

WE are a Garden wall'd around,

Chofen and made peculiar Ground;

A little Spot inclos'd by Grace,

Out of the World's wide Wilderness.

2 Like Trees of Myrrh and Spice we stand,
Planted by GOD the Father's Hand;
And all his Springs in Sion flow,
To make the young Plantation grow.

3 Awake, O heav'nly Wind, and come,
Blow on this Garden of Perfume;

4

Spirit Divine! defcend and breathe

A gracious Gale on Plants beneath.

Make our best Spices flow abroad,
To entertain our SAVIOUR GOD,

And, Faith, and Love, and Joy appear,
And ev'ry Grace be active here.

5 [Let my Beloved come and taste
His pleasant Fruits at his own Feast:
"I come, my Spouse, I come," he cries,
With Love and Pleasure in his Eyes.
6 Our Lord into his Garden comes,
Well-pleas'd to smell our poor Perfumes ;
And calls us to a Feaf Divine,
Sweeter than Honey, Milk, or Wine.

7

"Eat of the Tree of Life, my Friends, "The Bleffings that my Father fends;

"Your Tafte shall all my Dainties prove,
"And drink Abundance of my Love."

8 JESUS, we will frequent thy Board,
And fing the Bounties of our Lord;
But the rich Food on which we live
Demands more Praise than Tongue can give.]

LXXV. The Defcription of CHRIST the Beloved, Cant. v. 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.

1 THE wond'ring World inquires to know Why I'fhould love my Jesus fo;

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

3

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

In my Beloved meet and shine.

White is his Soul, from Blemish free; Red, with the Blood he fhed for me; The Faireft of ten thousand Fairs; A Sum 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 fhall bear The cruel Scourge, the piercing Spear.] 6 [His Hands are fairer to behold

The 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' those dear Windows of his Soul.] G

9

His Mouth, that pour'd out long Complaints, Now fmiles, and chears its fainting Saints; His countenance more graceful is

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 davells in Heaven, but vifits on Earth, Cant. vi. 1, 2, 3, 12.

WE

7HEN Strangers 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 beft Beloved keeps his Throne
On Hills of Light in 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 fhew their fpotlefs Heads.
4 He has engrofs'd my warmeft Love;
No carthly Charms my Soul can move :
I have a Manfon in his Heart,

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