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Wondrous.
“The precious blood of Christ.”—1 Pet. 1. (L.M.)
1 UP to the fields where Angels lie,

And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,

But sin hangs heavy on my soul.
2 Thy wond'rous blood, dear dying Christ,

Can make this load of guilt remove,
And thou can'st bear me where thou sly'st,
On thy kind wings, celestial dove.

WATTS.

HIS TRANSCENDANT BEAUTIES.

305.

Matchless.
“ How great is his beauty."-Zech. 3. (O. M.),
I INFINITE excellence is thine,

Thou lovely Prince of Peace,
Thy uncreated beauties shine

With never fading rays.
9 Sinners from earth's remotest end,

Come bending at thy feet,
To thee their prayers and praise ascend,

In thee their wishes meet.
3 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,

That I shall mount on high,
And view thy matchless beauties there
With never-ceasing joy.

FAWOSTI:

306.

Amiable. " Thou art fairer than the children of men."

Psa. 45. (C. M.)
SURVEY the beauties of his face,

And on his glories dwell,
Think of the wonders of his grace,

And all his triumphs tell.
? Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd

Upon his awful brow, • His head with radiant glories crown’d,

His lips with grace o'erflow.
: No mortal can with him compare,

Among the sons of men,
Fairer he is than all the tair
That fill the heavenly train.

WATT

307.

Lovely. “ He is altogether lovely."-Cant. 3. (L. M.) I'THE wondering world enquires to know

Why I should love my Saviour so,
“ What are his charms, say they, above

The objects of a mortal love?” 2 My well-beloved to ny sight,

Shews a sweet mixture, red and white,
All human beauties, all divine,

In my beloved meet and shine
3 White is his soul, from blemish free,

Red with the blood he shed for me,
The fairest of ten thousand fairs,
A sun among ten thousand stars.

4 His mouth that pour'd out long complaints,

Now smiles and cheers his fainting saints, His countenance more graceful is,

Than Lebanon, with all its trees. $ All over glorious is my Lord,

Must be beloved, and yet adored,
His worth, if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.

WATTS

308.

Metaphorical.
“ The chiefest among ten thousand."

Cant. 5. (L. M.)
1 THE whole Creation can affosa

But some faint shadows of my kem*.
Nature, to make his beauties known,

Must mingle colors not her own. 2 Is he a Vine? his heavenly root

Supplies the boughs with life and fruit;
O let a lasting union join,

My soul the branch, to Christ the vine. 3 Is he a Way? he leads to God,

The path is drawn in lines of blood;
There would I walk with hope and zeal
Till I arrive at Sion's hill.
O let me climb those higher skies,
Where storms and darkness never rise,
There he displays his powers abroad,
And shines and reigns th' incarnate God.
3 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,

Nor Heaven, his full resemblance bears,
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him face to face.

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309.

Condescending. “ Christ Jesus came into the world to save."

1 Tim. 1. (L. M.) Į THE fairest of ten thousand fairs,

Bends down his chariot from the skies,
Infinite grace his way prepares,

Infinite love adorns his eyes.
O'tis a thought would melt a rock,

And make a heart of iron inove,
That those sweet lips, that heavenly look,

Should seek and wish a mortal love. 3 I was a traitor doomed to fire,

Bound to sustain eternal pains,
But Jesus, flew with strong desire,

Assumed my guilt, and took my chains. 4 Did pity ever stoop so low,

Dress'd in Divinity and blood,
Was ever rebel courted so,
In groans of an expiring God.

ROWLAND'S COLL.

310.

Cheering.
“ I will behold thy face in righteousness."

Psa. 17. (L. M.)
I JESUS, thy face I long to see,

That lovely face, once marr'd for me,
In which, with lustre all divine,

A thousand peerless beauties shine,
9 One smile of thine my heart can cheer,

Prisons delight, if thou art there,
In thine embrace I'll yield my breath,
And triumph in the pangs of death.

BEDDOM.L.

311.

Sailors beholding his Beauty. “ Thine eyes shall behold the king in his beauty.";

Isa. 33. (C. M.)
1 SHALL I behold my King the Lamb,

Who bled and died for me,
Who bore my sins, and curse, and shame,

Upon th' accursed tree.
2 Sailors, behold his beauties here,

When call'd to bear his Cross, And Sailors pow esteem him dear,

And count all else but dross. 3 But I a rebel Sailor fought,

All arm’d against my God,
Nor e'er his grace and inercy sought,

But trampled on his blood.
4 Yet Jesus snatch'd me from the flamos,

And gave me eyes to see,
The beauty of ten thousand names,
In love he bears for men

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312.
Admiration of Jesus in Heaven.
" That they may behold my glory"-

Jno. 17. (C. M.)
I MILLIONS of years, my wond'ring egon,

Shall o'er thy beauties rove,
And endless ages, I'll adore

The glories of thy love. 2 Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine

Shall fresh endearments bring, And thousand tastes of new delight

From all thy graces spring.