Regeneration. REGENERATION. A PARAPHRASE OF THE FIRST PSALM. How happy the man who discards from his breast Though the sunshine of peace such a bosom illume, And the Word of his God, like a river of truth, Thus Regeneration proceeds from the Word, The Crucifixion. THE CRUCIFIXION. Weeping Mary, bathed in sorrow, Where the dying Saviour hung; Floated o'er His fever'd tongue! O what sorrow, deep, unbounded, Once the Saviour's couch of rest! Who could witness, without weeping, Looking what no tongue could speak? While such pangs as fiends invented, Scorn and bruises, stripes, and death; The Crucifixion. She beheld Him thus expiring, Whilst in groans He spent His breath! Matchless mercy! love amazing!. Gracious Saviour, now in glory, Deeply on my soul imprest! Melt the most obdurate breast! The New Jerusalem. THE NEW JERUSALEM. Rich in mercy, Jesus reigns, Angels wake their loftier lays, Kindled from celestial fires; Humbler spirits bid His praise Sweetly flow from silver lyres. Mortals! catch the pleasing strain, Jesus builds His Church again, Love has paved her streets of gold; Pilgrims! enter, and rejoice Here your Saviour holds His throne; 'Tis the City of His choice, "Tis the Church He calls His own. Precious gems on every side, Height'ning all her heavenly charms "Tis the Lamb's celestial Bride, Smiling in her Husband's arms. The Incarnation. THE INCARNATION. O for a Seraph's golden lyre, With chords of light, and tones of fire, Till such ecstatic numbers roll, As are by angels given; That man might rise to Heaven. His creatures fell-no pitying eye, Temptation's thorny path He trod, And trod the path alone; |