The Son of God: and that indeed We see Him, as He is, we know, Eye of God's word b! where'er we turn Who that has felt thy glance of dread Can doubt what spirit in thee dwells? men, b"The position before us is, that we ourselves, and such as we, are the very persons whom Scripture speaks of: and to whom, as in every variety of persuasive form, it makes its condescending though celestial appeal. The point worthy of observation is, to note how a book of the description and the compass which we nave represented Scripture to be, possesses this versatility of power; this eye, like that of a portrait, uniformly fixed upon us, turn where we will." Miller's Bampton Lectures, p. 128. "What word is this? Whence know'st thou me?" All wondering cries the humbled heart, To hear thee that deep mystery, The knowledge of itself, impart. The veil is rais'd; who runs may read, Bows down t'adore the Nazarene. So did Nathanael, guileless man, At once, not shame-fac'd or afraid, Owning Him God, who so could scan His musings in the lonely shade; In his own pleasant fig-tree's shade, Oh! happy hours of heaven-ward thought! In musing o'er the Law he taught, In waiting for the Lord he lov'd. We must not mar with earthly praise What God's approving word hath seal'd; Enough, if right our feeble lays Take up the promise He reveal'd; "The child-like faith, that asks not sight, "Heaven to that gaze shall open wide, ""Twixt God above, and Christ below." So still the guileless man is blest, To him all crooked paths are straight, Him on his way to endless rest Fresh, ever-growing strengths await c. God's witnesses, a glorious host, Compass him daily like a cloud; e Psalm lxxxiv. 7. They shall go from strength to strength. Martyrs and seers, the sav'd and lost, Mercies and judgments cry aloud. Yet shall to him the still small voice, That first into his bosom found A way, and fix'd his wavering choice, Nearest and dearest ever sound. XC. ST. MATTHEW. And after these things, He went forth and saw a publican named Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom, and He said unto him, Follow me: and he left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28. YE hermits blest, ye holy maids, The secret lore of rural things, The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale, The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale : Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd On the wreath'd smoke afar, That o'er some town, like mist uprais'd, Hung hiding sun and star, |