So fhall the King the more rejoice 334. L. M. WATTS'S H. The Church's Requeft and Complaint. HO is this fair one in distress, WHO That travels from the wilderness, This is the spouse of Chrift our God, "O let my name engraven f "Stronger than death thy love is known, "But I am jealous of my heart, "Till thou haft brought me to thy home, 335. L. M. WATTS'S H. The Church's Beauty in the Eyes of Chrift. KIND is the fpeech of Chrift our Lord, Affection founds in ev'ry word; "Lo, thou art fait my love! (he cries ;) "Not the young doves have fweeter eyes. "Sweet are thy lips, thy pleafing voice "Salutes mine ear with facred joys; "No fpice fo much delights the fmell, "Nor milk nor honey tafte fo well. "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me; "I can behold no fpot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs; To put a comlinefs on worms! Defil'd and loathfome as we are, He makes us white, and calls us fair; Adorns us with that heav'nly dress, His graces and his righteousness. My fifter, and my fpoufe," (he cries) "Bound to my heart by various ties, 66 Thy pow'rful love my heart detains Nor dens of prey, nor flow'ry plains, 336. L. M. WATTS'S H. The Love of Chrift to the Church. NAppears the King, and thus he fays, TOW the gall'ries of his grace "How fair my faints are in my fight! In paradife, within the gates, 337, L. M. WATTS'S H. Chrift appearing to his Church, &c. THE HE voice of my Beloved founds Over the rocks and rifing grounds; O'er hills of guilt, and feas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief. Now, thro' the veil of flesh, I fee With eyes of love he looks at me; Now in the gofpel's cleareft glafs He fhews the beauties of his face. Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue; Rife, (faith my Lord,) make hafte away, "No mortal joys are worth thy stay. "The Jewish wintry ftate is gone, "The mifts are fled, the fpring comes on ; "The facred Turtle-Dove we hear "Proclaim the new, the joyful year. "Th' immortal Vine of heav'nly root, "Bloffoms and buds, and gives her fruit." Lo, we are come to taste the wine; Our fouls rejoice and blefs the Vine. And when we hear our Jefus fay, "Rife up my love, make hafte away!" Our hearts would fain out fly the wind, And leave all earthly joys behind. 338. L. M. WATTS'S P. L God's Protection of bis Church. ET Zion in her King rejoice, Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rife ; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. The Lord of old for Jacob fought, From fea to fea, thro' all the hores, He makes the noife of battle deafe : When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear; Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame: Keep filence, all the earth, and hear The found and glory of his name. "Be ftill, and learn that I am God; O Lord of hofts, almighty King! T |