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27. C. M. BURDER's Col.
God is Love.
And lift your souls above ;
To fing, that God is Love.
And all his mercies prove;
To Thew, that God is Love.
To those who from him rove;
To teach them, God is Love.
By pow'r from heay'n above;
Proclaims that God is Love.
No fears of hell can move;
That tells you, God is Love.
Surround the throne above :
To fing, that God is Love.
we all, while here below,
Shall shout, that God is Love.
"TERNAL Pow'r, Almighty God!
Who can approach thy throne ? Accessless light is thy abode,
To angel-eyes unknown. Before the radiance of thine eye,
The heav'ns no longer shine; And all the glories of the lky
Are but the shade of thine.
Great God, and wilt thou condescend
To cast a look below ?
These seats of fin and woe?
But oh! to shew thy smiling 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.
Resound immortal lays ;
To rise, and mean thy praise.
The joy of my heart, and the boaft of my tongue;
Holiness. and Justice glorified in the display of
Grace and Mercy.
That heav'n's Supreme should ftoop fo low! To visit one so vile as I
One who has been his bittreft foe! Am I awake, or do I dream?
Is the transporting vision true?' O'er guilt so great can mercy beam,
Yet justice have her honors due ? Can holiness and wisdom jain !
si so With truth, with juftice, and with grace ; To make eternal blessings mine,
And fin with all its guilt, erase? O love! beyond conception great,
That formid the vast ftupendous plan! Where all divine Perfections, meet
To reconcile rebellious man, There wisdom shines is fullest blaze, iwin
And justice all her right maintains Astonish d angels stoop to gaze,
While mercy o'er the guilty reigns. Yes, mercy. reigns, and justice too,
In Christ they both' harmonious meet; He paid to justice all her due,
And now he fills the mercy-seat. Such are the wonders of our God;
And such th' amazing depths of grace:
To fave, from wrath's vindi&tive rod,
The chosen fons of Adam's race. With grateful songs, then, let our souls
Surround our gracious Father's throne ; And all between the diftant poles
His truth and mercy ever own.
31. C. M. STENNETT. Mercy and Trutb met togetber.
CHEN first the God of boundless grace
Difclos'd his kind defign, To refeue our apottate race
From mis ry, thame and fin.
The joyful tidings ran;
That God would dwell with man.
And aik'd with tīrange turprize,
" Or look with pitying eves?" The Son of God attentive heard,
And quietly tbus reply d. “In me let mercy be reverd,
“ And justice fatisfyd. « Behold! my vital blood I pour,
“ A facrifice to God; “Let angry justice now be more
Demand i he tinner's bloed."