27. C. M.

BURDER'S Col.

God is Love.

COME: Yift your fouls above;
YOME, ye that know and fear the Lord,.
Med

Let ev'ry heart and voice accord,
To fing, that God is Love.

This precious truth, his word declares,.
And all his mercies prove;
Jefus, the gift of gifts, appears,
To fhew, that God is Love.

Behold, his patience length'ned out,
To those who from him rove;
And calls effectual reach their hearts,
To teach them, God is Love.

The work begun, is carry'd on,

;

By pow'r from heav'n above
And ev'ry step, from first to laft,
Proclaims that God is Love.

And O that you, whofe hard'ned hearts,
No fears of hell can move;
May hear the gofpel's milder voice,
That tells you, God is Love.

Thousands, as vile and base as you,
Surround the throne above:

The

grace that chang'd, has tun'd their hearts To fing, that God is Love.

O`may we all, while here below,

This beft of bleffings prove;

Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds,.
Shall hout, that God is Love.

ET

28. C. M. STEELE.

The Condefcenfion of God.

TERNAL Pow'r, Almighty God!
Who can approach thy throne?

Accefslefs light is thy abode,
To angel-eyes unknown.

Before the radiance of thine eye,
The heav'ns no longer fhine;
And all the glories of the sky
Are but the fhade of thine.

Great God, and wilt thou condefcend
To caft a look below?

To this vile world thy notice bend,
These feats of fin and woe?

But oh! to fhew thy fmiling face,
To bring thy glories near,-
Amazing and transporting grace,
To dwell with mortals here:

How ftrange! how awful is thy love!
With trembling we adore;
Not all th' exalted minds above
Its wonders can explore.

While golden harps, and angel-tongues
Refound immortal lays;

Great God, permit our humble fongs
To rife, and mean thy praise.

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The Mercy of God.

HY mercy, my God, is the theme of my fong,
The joy of my heart, and the boaft of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, from the firft to the laft,
Has won my affections, and bound my soul faft.

Without thy fweet mercy I could not live here,
Sin foon would reduce me to utter despair;
But, thro' thy free goodnets my fpirits revive,
And he that firft made me, ftill keeps me alive.

The mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own harduel's depart;
Difolv'd by thy goodnets. I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praite of the mercy I found.

The door of thy mercy ftands open all day
To th poor and the needy, who knock by the way;
No faner thall ever be empty tent back.
Who comes feeking mercy for Jetus's like.

Tby mercy in Telus exempts me from hell ;
Its glories I'll fing, and its wonders I'll tell :
'Twas Jefus my friend, when be hung on the tree,
Who open'd the channel of mercy for me.

Great father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And th' covenant love of the crucify'd Son:
All praite to the Spirit, whole whiiper divide.
Seals mercy, and pardon, and rigatqquhets mine.

30. L. M. TUCKER.

Holiness and Juftice glorified in the difplay of Grace and Mercy.

INFINITE grace! and can it be,

That heav'n's Supreme fhould floop fo low! To vifit one fo vile as I

One who has been his bitt'reft foe!

Am I awake, or do I dream?

Is the tranfporting vifion true?
O'er guilt fo great can mercy beam,
Yet juftice have her honors due?
Can holiness and wifdom join

With truth, with juftice, and with grace;
To make eternal bleffings mine,
And fin with all its guilt, erafe?

O love! beyond conception great,
That form'd the vaft ftupendous plan!
Where all divine Perfections meet
To reconcile rebellious man,

There wisdom fhines in fulleft blaze,
And juftice all her right maintains→
Aftonifh d angels ftoop to gaze.
While mercy o'er the guilty reigns.

Yes, mercy reigns, and juftice too,
In Chrift they both harmonious meet;

He paid to juftice all her due,

And now he fills the mercy-feat.

Such are the wonders of our God;

And fuch th' amazing depths of grace:

To fave, from wrath's vindictive rod,
The chofen fons of Adam's race.

With grateful fongs, then, let our fouls
Surround our gracious Father's throne;
And all between the diftant poles
His truth and mercy ever own.

Mercy and Truth met together.

HEN firft the God of boundless
Difelos'd his kind defign,

To refeue our apoftate race

From mis ry, thame and fin.

grace

Quick, through the realms of light and blifs, The joyful tidings ran;

Each heart exulted at the news,

That God would dwell with man.

Yet, 'midft their joys they paus'd awhile,
And atk'd with frange furprize,
"But how can injur'd juftice fimile,
“Or look with pitying eyes?"

The Son of God attentive heard,
And quickly thus reply'd.
"In me let mercy be rever'd,
"And juftice fatisfy'd.

"Behold! my vital blood I

"A facrifice to God;

pour,

"Let angry juftice now no more

Demand the finner's blood."