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402

POETRY.

Their Lord, unto his own he came;
His own were who receiv'd him not,
Denied and trampled on his name
And blood, by which themselves were bought.

Who under foot their Saviour trod,
Expos'd afresh and cucified,
Who trampled on the Son of GOD,
For them, for them, their Saviour died.

For those who, at the judgment-day,
On him they pierc'd shall look with pain;
The Lamb for every cast-away,
For every soul of man, was slain.

Why them, thou Universal Love,
Should any of thy grace despair?
To all, to all thy bowels move,
But straiten'd in our own we are.

'Tis we, the wretched abjects we,
Por blasphemies on thee translate;
We think that fury is in thee,
Horribly think, that GOD is hate!

"Thou hast compell'd the lost to die,
"Hast reprobated from thy face;
"Hast others fav'd, but them past by;
"Or mock'd with only [[footnote 1]] damning grace."

How long, thou jealous GOD! how long
Shall impious worms thy word disprove?
Thy justice stain, thy mercy wrong,
Deny thy faithfulness and love?

Still shall the hellish doctrine stand?
And thee for its dire author claim?
No--let it sink, at thy command,
Down to the pit from whence it came.

Arise

[[footnote 1]]More usually call'd common grace.[[/footnote 1]]

403

POETRY.

Arise, O GOD maintain thy cause!
The fulness of the gentiles call:
Lift up the standard of thy cross,
And all shall own; Thou diedst for all. 

On the DEATH of a CHILD, five years of Age.
[By Phillis Wheatly, a negro.]

FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
On the kind bosom of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
This know, ye parents, not her loss deplore,
She feels the iron-hand of pain no more;
The dispensations of unerring grace
Should turn your sorrows into grateful praise;
Let then no tears for her henceforward flow,
No more distress'd in our dark vale below.

Her morning-sun, which rose divinely bright,
Was quickly mantl'd with the gloom of night;
But hear in heaven's blest bowers your Nancy fair,
And learn to imitate her language there.

"Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crown'd,
By what sweet name, and in what tuneful sound
Wilt thou be prais'd? Seraphic powers are saint 
Infinite love and majesty to paint.
To thee let all their grateful voices raise,
And saints and angels join their songs of praise."

The Name of JESU. Solomon's Song i. 3.

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear?
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

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