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The Moon above, the Church below,
A wondrous race they run,
The Saviour lends the light and heat
The saints, like stars, around his seat,
The saints above are stars in Heaven-
Like trees they stand whom God has given',
Faith is their fix'd unswerving root,
Hope their unfading flower,
Fair deeds of charity their fruit,
The dew of heaven is like thy grace,
But where it lights, the favour'd place
By richest fruits is known.
e Dan. xii. 3.
f Isaiah ix. 21.
g Psalm lxviii. 9.
One Name above all glorious names
The raging Fire", the roaring Wind,
But in the gentler breeze we find
Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin
The mystic heaven and earth within,
Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee every
So he drove out the man, and placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims and a flaming sword, which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. Gen. iii. 24. Compare c. vi.
FOE of mankind! too bold thy race:
We saw this morning enter in,
And lo! at eventide the world is drown'd.
See here the fruit of wandering eyes,
Of worldly longings to be wise,.
Of Passion dwelling on forbidden sweets:
Are all that now the wildering fancy meets.
Lord, when in some deep garden glade,
Of Thee and of myself afraid,
From thoughts like these among the bowers I hide, Nearest and loudest then of all
I seem to hear the Judge's call:
"Where art thou, fallen man? come forth, and be
Trembling before Thee as I stand,
Where'er I gaze on either hand
The sentence is gone forth, the ground is curs'd:
Yet mingled with the penal shower
Some drops of balm in every bower Steal down like April dews, that softest fall and first.
If filial and maternal love
Memorial of our guilt must prove,
If sinful babes in sorrow must be born,
Yet, to assuage her sharpest throes,
way Thou cam'st to save the world forlorn.
k In sorrow shalt thou bring forth children.
If blessed wedlock may not bless' Without some tinge of bitterness To dash her cup of joy, since Eden lost,
Chaining to earth with strong desire
Hearts that would highest else aspire, And o'er the tenderer sex usurping ever most;
Yet by the light of Christian lore
"Tis blind Idolatry no more,
But a sweet help and pattern of true love,
How He should rule, and she with full desire approve.
If niggard Earth her treasures hide",
To all but labouring hands denied, Lavish of thorns and worthless weeds alone, The doom is half in mercy given
To train us in our way to Heaven,
And shew our lagging souls how glory must be won.
1 Thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.
m Cursed is the ground for thy sake.