When from Eden's closing gate, Then remember Him who laid Uncreated splendour by, Lower than the angels made, Fallen man to glorify, And from death beyond the grave Unto life immortal save. Think of Him-your souls He sought, Hath He found you?-At the thought Your glad hearts within you burn; Then your love like His extend, Be like Him the sinner's friend. O'er Jerusalem He wept, Doom'd to perish ;—can't you weep O'er a world, by Satan kept Dreaming in delirious sleep, Till the twinkle of an eye Ye, who smile in rosy youth, Glow with manhood, fade through years, Send the life, the light, the truth, To dead hearts, blind eyes, deaf ears, 1829. And your very pleasures make So shall gospel-glory run Round the globe, to every clime, Brighter than the circling sun, Hastening that millennial time, When the earth shall be restored As the garden of the LORD. TO MR. AND MRS. T. OF YORK. WITH THE FOREGOING STANZAS. YE who own this quiet place, Here, like Enoch, walk with GOD; And, till summon'd hence, through grace, Tread the path your Saviour trod ; Then to paradise on high, With the wings of angels fly. THE FIELD OF THE WORLD. Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thine hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed Broad-cast it o'er the land. Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock. The good, the fruitful ground, O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found; Thou know'st not which may thrive, Grace keeps the precious germs alive, When and wherever strown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength; And the full corn at length. |