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The gracious Dove, that brought from Heaven
The earnest of our bliss,
Sings not a note of this.
So, truest image of the Christ,
Old Israel's long-lost son,
with them alone.
He could not trust his melting soul
But in his Maker's sight-
Their treasure of delight !
No-let the dainty rose awhile
Her bashful fragrance hideRend not her silken veil too soon, But leave her, in her own soft noon,
To flourish and abide.
FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT.
And Moses said, I will now turn aside and see this great sight, why the bush is not burned. Exodus iii. 3.
TH' historic Muse, from age to age,
Hath 'trac'd the works of Man:
The works of God to scan.
Far seen across the sandy wild,
He thoughtless roam'd and free,
Who would not turn and see ?
z • Seneh :" said to be a sort of Acacia.
Along the mountain ledges green
The Desert's spicy stores :
And, as he talks, adores.
Ye too, who tend Christ's wildering flock, Well may ye gather round the rock
That once was Sion's hill ; To watch the fire upon
the mount Still blazing, like the solar fount,
Yet unconsuming still.
Caught from that blaze by wrath divine, Lost branches of the once-lov'd vine,
Now wither’d, spent, and sere, See Israel's sons, like glowing brands, Tost wildly o’er a thousand lands
For twice a thousand year.
God will not quench nor slay them quite, But lifts them like a beacon light
Th' apostate Church to scare:
Or like pale ghosts that darkling roam, Hovering around their ancient home,
But find no refuge there.
Ye blessed Angels! if of you
Of Kings and Kingdoms here ; (And sure, 'tis worth an Angel's gaze, To see, throughout that dreary maze,
God teaching love and fear :)
Oh say, in all the bleak expanse,
So bright, so dark as this?
And owning the true bliss !
Salted with fire they seem, to shew
May undecaying live.
Or sin at heart survive.
a St. Mark ix. 49.
Soft Mercy's undersong'Tis Abraham's God who speaks so loud, His people's cries have pierc'd the cloud,
He sees, He sees their wrong";
He is come down to break their chain ; Though never more on Sion's fane
His visible ensign wave; 'Tis Sion, wheresoe'er they dwell, Who, with His own true Israel,
Shall own Him strong to save.
He shall redeem them one by one,
Shall see them meekly kneel:
Its woe and burthen feel.
Gentiles! with fix'd yet awful eye
b Exod. ii. 7, 8.