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Nor from the song do they disjoin thy name,
While thus the heav'ns adore ; come, O my soul, And let thy noblest pow'rs awake and sing; O, catch a spark of that celestial fire That animates the concert of the skies. Thou too art chosen from the sons of men ; Thou too art purchasd by the blood of God, * Call’d from the heirs of wrath, by grace divine, And seal'd a daughter and an heir of heav'n. Come then, my soul, and at thy Father's feet. Low in the dust adore his sov'reign grace, And bless the wonders of electing love, That made a Saviour thine, and wrote thy name, Thy worthless name, in Jesu's book of life. Jesus, my God, I love thee and adore ! O for a heart inflam'd, a heart on fire, With constant, pure, seraphic love of thee, Great lover of my soul, who lov'd so dear ; That from thy throne of glory, stooping low,
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To plunge into a boundless sea of grief,
Thy sov'reign grace, Spirit divine, I sing ;
In my cold heart, warm it with heavenly fire ;
Hark! O my soul, what voice is that? what sounds Discordant break upon mine ear? 'tis harsh As distant thunder....muttering and low, Such as magicians use, when with dark spells They raise ill spirits in the midnight hour. List! it comes nearer, and embolden'd, speaks, In plainer accents that my startled soul Can catch its murmurs, and distinctly hear The words of discontent that from it flow.
“ Is Jesus Christ the self-existent God? No, I deny it: what blasphemous tongue Dares to pronounce him so ? the wretch who dares Is an idolater, and robs his God Of his prime glory....Jesus is a man; A man, in whom perfection dwells, 'tis true, And holy innocence, but yet a inan. The Son of God, as he himself declares ; He liv'd our bright example, and he dy'd Prime martyr to the glorious truths he taught,
of patience, meekness, heav'nly charity. Correct thy erring song then, worship God; Nor let a creature share with him the praise."
What words are these ! hear'st thou, O sun, a voice Deny the deity of thy Creator ! And dost not hide thy radiant head in clouds ? Dost thou not feel, O earth, the dreadful shock, And tremble to thy centre ?....Fearful awe Has seiz'd my spirit, all my pow'rs recoil ! Horror thrills thro' my veins and all aghast I stand and look around !.... Am I awake? And is there in a universe of beings, One, who with front of brass, and vip'rous tongue, Dares thus affront his Maker? Whence this voice? From heaven it comes not ; there in concord sweet, The blest inhabitants bow at his name ; And hail him God o'er all, for ever blest. From the dark regions of eternal woe, Where night and everlasting horrors reign, It must proceed.... yet no! the arch fiend, Satan, the leader of the rebel host, And all his millions, know the dignity Of man's Redeemer. They can never doubt Messiah's godhead, till they cease to be. Deep rooted memory of what is past; And sense of present pain, constrains belief. Yes! they believe and tremble, for they know His might, tremble thro' ev'ry pow'r, And from the truth of his eternal being, They know their own eternity of woe. They felt the pow'r of his omnipotence When from the realms of bliss he drove them down,
To utter darkness ; from his vengeful arm