B XXIV. THE EUCHARIST. READ of the world in mercy broken, By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whofe death our fins are dead! Look on the heart by forrow broken, BISHOP HEBER. XXV. THE CROSS. JESUS, I my crofs have taken, All I've fought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and Heav'n are ftill my own. Let the world despise and leave me ; Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, Man may trouble and distress me, While Thy love is left to me; Soul, then know thy full falvation, Joy to find in ev'ry station Think what spirit dwells within thee; Hafte thee on from grace to glory, God's own hand shall guide thee there. LYTE. XXVI. THE CROSS. |HEN I furvey the wondrous cross W Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Were the whole realm of nature mine, Demands my foul, my life, my all. WATTS. XXVII. THE RESURRECTION. HOU fhalt rife, my duft! thou fhalt arife! Not always closed thine eyes; Thy life's firft Giver, Will give thee life for ever. Ah, praise His name! Sown in darkness, but to bloom again, When, after winter's reign, Jefus is reaping The feed now quietly fleeping. Ah, praise His name! Day of praife! for thee, thou wondrous day, In my quiet grave I stay; And when I number My days and nights of flumber, Thou wakeft me! Then, as they who dream, we shall arise, With Jefus to the skies, And find that morrow, The weary pilgrim's forrow, All paft and gone. Then within the Holieft, I tread, By my Redeemer led, Through Heaven foaring, His holy name adoring Eternally. KLOPSTOCK. XXVIII. THE RESURRECTION. HAT finners value I refign, Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine; This life's a dream, an empty fhow, Oh glorious hour! oh bleft abode ! |