Nature, to make his Beauties known, Muft mingle Colours not her own.] [3 Is he compar'd with Wine or Bread? Dear LORD! our Souls would thus be fed: That Flesh, that dying Blood of thine, Is Bread of Life, is heav'nly Wine | [4 Is he a Tree? The World receives Salvation from his healing Leaves: That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough, Is David's Root and Offspring too.] [5 Is he a Rofe? Not Sharon yields Such Fragrancy in all her Fields: Or if the Lily he affume, The Vallies blefs the rich Perfume.] [6 Is he a Vine? his heav'nly Root Supplies the Foughs with Life and Fruit. O let a lafting Union join My Soul to CHRIST the living Vine!] [7 Is he a Head? Each Member lives, And owns the vital Pow'rs he gives; The Saints below and Saints above, Join'd by his Spirit and his Love.] [8 Is he a Fountain? There I bathe, And heal the Plague of Sin and Death : Thefe Waters all my Soul renew And cleanse my spotted Garments too.] 9 Is he a Fire? He'll purge my Drofs: But the true Gold fuitains no Lofs: And tread the Refufe with his Feet.] [10 Is Hea Rock? How firm he proves! Yet the fweet Streams that from him flow [11 Is he a Way! He leads to GOD, [12 Is he a Door? I'll enter in; Behold the Pastures large and green; None but the Sheep have Freedom there.] [13 Is he defign'd the Corner-Stone, For Men to build their Heav'n upon ? I'll make him my Foundation too, Nor fear the Plots of Hell below.] [14 Is he a Temple? I adore Th' indwelling Majefty and Pow'r; I know the bright, the Morning-Star.] To chafe their Clouds, and dry their Tears. 17 O let me climb thofe higher Skies, Where Storms and Darkness never rife! There There he difplays his Pow'rs abroad, And shines and reigns th' Incarnate GOD.] 18 Nor Earth, nor Seas, nor Sun, nor Stars, Nor Heav'n his full Refemblance bears; His Beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him Face to Face. CXLVII. The Names and Titles of CHRIST, from feveral Scriptures. IS from the Treasures of his Word Nor Art nor Nature can supply 2 Bright Image of the Father's Face, The Heir and Partner of his Throne.] 3 The King of Kings, the LORD most High, Writes his own Name upon his Thigh: He wears a Garment dipp'd in Blood, And breaks the Nations with his Rod. 4 Where Grace can neither melt nor move, The LAMB refents his injur'd Love, Awakes his Wrath without Delay, And JUDAH'S Lion tears the Prey. 5 But when for Works of Peace he comes, What winning Titles he affumes? "LIGHT of the World, and LIFE of Men;" Nor bears thofe Characters in vain, G 6 With tender Pity in his Heart He acts the MEDIATOR'S Part; A FRIEND, and BROTHER, he appears, 7 At length the JUDGE his Throne afcends, Divides the Rebels from his Friends, And Saints in full Fruition His rich Variety of Love. prove CXLVIII. The fame as the cxlviiith Pfalm. WITH ITH chearful Voice I fing And borrow all the Names Of Honour from his Word. Can ne'er fupply. 2 In JESUS we behold His Father s glorious Face, Eternal SON Inherits and Partakes the Throne.]. 3 The Sov'reign KING of Kings, His Name is call'd He rules the Earth With Iron Rod. 4 Where Promifes and Grace 5 As Lions roar And tear the Frey. But when for Works of Peace Thofe Names in vain. And BROTHER too; 7 At length the LORD the JUDGE His awful Throne afcends, And drives the Rebels far From Favourites and Friends. |