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Lawrence Greatrake
(1793-c.1840)
Harp of Zion...

(Pittsburgh, 1827)


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  • 1830 pamphlet

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  • "Undercover Campbellite, 1822-25"  |  Greatrake's 1824 pamphlets  |  Campbell's first reply (1824)
    A. Campbell's recollections of 1823  |  Walter Scott's 1824 pamphlet  |  Campbell's 1825 pamphlet
    1826 Greatrake pamphlet  |  1827 Greatrake pamphlet  |  1831 Greatrake pamphlet
    1836 Greatrake pamphlet  |  1838 Greatrake pamphlet  |  Hist. sources 1  |  Hist. sources 2

     


    THE

    HARP  OF  ZION,


    TO  WHICH  IS  ADDED,

    A  BRIEF  RETROSPECTIVE  AND  PROSPECTIVE

    VIEW

    OF  THE

    BAPTIST  SOCIETY,

    BY

    A REGULAR BAPTIST.




    Pittsburgh:

    JOHNSTON AND STOCKTON, PRINT.
    1827.



    [ iii ]


    PREFACE.


    To circumcised ears TRUTH only is eloquence. To circumcised hearts, TRUTH only is a cordial: To the souls of Jehovah's elect, when regenerated, TRUTH only can make a jubilee. It is therefore the design of the author to exhibit in the subsequent pages the truth of grace (or gospel) of our Lord Jesus Christ, according to the record thereof by St. John. The author loves every lover of that doctrine, and reveres every one who faithfully preaches it: Every such minister, is to him nearer than the apple of his eye: lovlier in his estimation than were Saul and Jonathan, on the mountains of Gilboa, to the son of Jesse. The author cannot say he is pleased, or even satisfied, with any feature of the work, excepting its theology. That theology is essentially that which is embraced in the "Articles of the Church of England" -- "The Westminster Catechism," and "Baptist Confession of Faith;" -- and if it is not, essentially, the doctrine of God our Saviour, then,

    'The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
    And earth's foundation stubble!'
    Whoever rests the visible church on earth upon the influence of this doctrine, is, a Minister, Missionary, Evangelist or Pastor after God's own heart, and in the genius of the gospel dispensation; and at the present time, may lay claim to the fortitude of an apostle. Whoever abandons this only lrgitimate means of raising up and exhibiting a visible church on earth, and resorts to other means, though never so politic, PROFITABLE, ingenuous, shewy or popular, they do but devise and maintain slander against Jehovah, and commit wrong and outrage upon the church of Christ. A system of theology that does not recognize the purposes of God is as intangible as the spirit of Saul -- consuming to the soul as the Persian flame -- as wild, lawless, and indefinable as the ravings of a maniac: -- such a system is, Arminianism! She hands a charte vlank to her disciples, and ministers, to be filled up with the language of their mere animal feelings -- images of their unsanctified imaginations, and notions of their crude brains. While she is babbling away "to the unknown God," as did the prophets of Baal, and while she is stunning the ears of the community with her morning yells, or midnight croakings, it is the privilege and duty of those who know the certain sound, to shout it in the camp of Israel, "lest the brazen throat and adamantine lung'd" monster ultimately drown the voice of truth, or, otherwise, deaften the ears of the circumcised!

    The author is an old fashioned theologian, in the Regular Baptist Church: (No Arminian!) not yet sufficiently scientific to believe, with the numerous tribe of modern Baptists, that the gospel is to be accommodated to the ever varying modifications of human society, or susceptible of the improvements of natural philosophy or political science! He is, by the grace of God, devoted to the faith and order of the regular Baptist church, in contradistinction to Fullerism,




    iv.


    Arminianism and Socinianism; all of which sentiment he is equally opposed to, as being equally foreign to the cause of God and truth. To countervail those sentiments, this volume is published: at least that is the design of the author in publishing it, subordinate to affording the lover of truth the comfort of having faith reciprocated. Such is the design; how far it may succeed the author does not expect to know in this world. The poem is the product of some solitary hours during a preaching tour. It is affectionately designed to be laid at the feet of the "Elect Lady" (if she has not become invisible) as a tribute of my devotion to her for her illustrious husband's sake. I owe her nothing -- but HIM every thing! Should the offering prove acceptable, the author will, in that event, should life be spared him, find sufficient inducement to embody in the same form and dress, the great doctrine of sovereign grace as spread out and blazing in the sacred page, together with the inimitable, historical, and enchanting figurative illustration thereof which the divine volume affords.

    The author would as soon eat living coals as to offer a philipick against an evengelic ministry: and he spurns the idea of insinuating that a liberal education, is not a happy and desirable acquisition to an EVANGELICAL minister. But for a mere man of letters to be a minister, is what he spurns: and that is what abounds in the church at the present day: -- their light is delusion, and their presence stench: from them emanate a thousand errors and heresies where the unlearned broach one. It is the settled opinion of the author, made up after travelling about 20,000 miles in the ministry, and as many more out of it, that there is no more moral affinity between a vast majority of ministers of the present day, and the essential church of Christ, than there are emotions of maternity in the breast of an Egyptian mummy.

    For the opinion of the world, or (which is pretty much the same thing) the Arminian, as to the theological character of the following poem, the author has no more anxiety than the man has, upon whose forehead the dew damps of death are glistening, whether the wind blows high or blows low. It is the church of Christ upon whom his solicitudes centre, and for whom he can say, (Labour ipse voluptas,) labour is a pleasure, and sacrifice gain. May it comfort the "chosen generation," and animate the breasts of some of the few evangelical ministers still left to the church on earth; and lift them above the hiss of the world, the wild declamation and croaking anathema of Arminianism, and the more formidable assault the devil may make upon their patience and fortitude through the timidity, unkindness, selfishness, carnal expediency and treachery of those who profess to be brethren in the one faith of God's elect! If such be in any degree the results, thine, O Shepherd and Bishop of souls! thine, be all the praise! Amen!





    [ 5 ]


    INCARNATION,

    Baptism and Temptation of

    CHRIST.
    ____


    Jehovah's wrath to man, and how disarm'd,
    Tell, O my soul, by heavenly fire warm'd;
    Tell how thyself, in common with thy race,
    Had sunk in sin and Satan's dire embrace;
    How pleas'd in bondage, and how proud in shame,
    Thou trampled on Jehovah's holy name;
    Despis'd his laws, and thought his service hard,
    And all his terrors blasphemously dar'd.
    Tell how in councils of redeeming love
    Thus God design'd thy thraldom to remove.
    On summit of the everlasting hills,
    From whence the Son does what the God-head wills,
    There sat the Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
    While round their burning throne, the heavenly host
    Bow in a deeper awe -- to see reveal'd
    New floods of glory -- in which conceal'd
    The Deity commun'd -- Man was the theme!
    What eye could piry, or what arm redeem?
    Then rose the Son! in splendours only known
    To eye omniscient. -- Thus his words roll'd on.
    Eternal Father! first great cause of all
    Created good, on me let vengeance fall!
    Now, now, let heaven and earth and hell behold,
    The fullest glories of thy grace unfold.
    Give up thy Son to unheard deeds of wrong:
    At me, be all the shafts of vengeance flung
    From thy stern hand of justice -- let earth and hell
    Hunt and torment me while in flesh I dwell
    To heaviest sorrows, infamy, and death;
    I'll man redeem with my expiring breath!





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    (pages 6-15 are still under construction)

    Great Son of the Eternal! spake the Sire,
    Vast is thy glory -- this shall raise it higher --
    O'er all recorded, shall it endless shine
    In our deep volume, glory's brightest line.
    And now 6ur Spirit,shall descend to earth,
    And form a body for thy mortal birth:
    A virgin shall c;nceiv@ and bear a Son,
    Thro' whom our mighty conquest shall be won,
    The Father's justice and Jehovah's love,
    Shall make the highest, sweetest note above!
    And now the Spirit leaves the high abode,
    In heaven's majestic quietude it rode
    On gentlest zephyrs, to the virgin bless'd,
    And in omniponce her womb possessed
    With "form of man" -- while she exultant cried,
    "Henceforth of women I shall be the pride."
    At the full time the Holy Ghost declar'd,
    The body of the wondrous babe prepar'd:
    When all amazement, angels cought the sound,
    And circline Gabriel, ask with awe profound
    The import of those words -- he silent bent
    His pregnant zlance toward the throne -- intent
    To learn if he might fill the listening ears
    Of angel hosts, with what himself reveres.
    The smile of God, ineffable and sweet,
    Beam'd all around -- while rising his seat
    He sppke in answer to the angel's eye,
    And thus, in words of fire, gave a reply.
    No -- Gabriel, no -- distinguish'd as thou art,
    The theme's too vast for other to impart
    Than my own lips. And now, ye heavenly throng,
    Hear what shall raise your everlasting song,
    To all the fulness that'your powers can bear,
    In all my joys, of which I will you share.
    My "Equal" and my everlasting Son,
    In whom, well pleas'd, I view all I have done,
    By whom I made the worlds, above -- below,
    Angels and men: and rebels overthrow;
    In whom, Elect, your seat in bliss is sure,
    And whom adoring, more you would adore:
    That Son has rose in all has matchless love,
    And in the form of sinful man, will prove
    His power to save as well as to destroy!
    This be your theme of highest, endless joy.





    7


    So spake the Sire -- a moment angels gaze
    on their great head, and then in new-found praise
    Strike all their lyres -- while from their tongues arise
    shouts of salvation, rending all the skies.
    With big emotion now they hear the word,
    To stand prepar'd, to bear their glorious Lord
    To the frail tenement of mortal clay,
    Now ripe to usher to the light of day.
    Throng upon throne of radiant seraphs move,
    And Cherubs, flying on the wings of love,
    Precede the advent Of the King of kings,
    While each exultant, rivals what each sings.
    Then came The Ancient of Eternal Days!
    Around him spread insuffrerable blaze:
    The clouds his chariot -- his coursers were the winds,
    His throne behind -- before a world's dire sins,
    Onward he rode, while gathering hosts surround,
    Of noblest spirits, fill'd with awe profound
    To see the heavem bow, and God desdend!
    Transgression finish and of sin make end.
    Thro' space unmeasur'd thus the concourse mbv'd,
    While heaven's broad arch in burning splendours
      glow'd,
    Till watchful, now they catch a glimpse of earth,
    Their glories shroud, and check their holy mirth.
    The mighty Son by power original,
    Cloth'd his fierce flames in an impervious vail,
    In Iiiilden darkness from anryel siilit withdrew -
    And to his earthly house Jehovah flew,
    In virgin womb -- which felt the power divine,
    Nor longer could the holy thing confine
    Within its cell -- but travailing, bore its charge
    To life's wild waves -- salvation's only barge!
    The radiant angels now o'er Judea flame:
    On watchful shepherds' wond'ring. vision came
    The host celestial. -- Wlhile from their tuneful lips,
    Bursts the loud song, and thus their theme depicts.
    Fear not, ye highly favour'd of the Lord,
    To you is born this day the Eternal Word;
    The Saviour promis'd -- Israel's glorious hope,
    Of whom the prophets and patriarchs spoke;
    And this shall be the sign, in Bethlehem lays,
    This object of our past future praise;
    In infant form -- a manger is his bed --





    8


    Where cattle feed, he rests his holy head.
    In swaddling clothing is wrapt, thar awful form
    Which rides the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
    In infant helplessness that power is found,
    By which all worlds in adamant are bound.
    Ilustrious scene! be highest glory given
    To David's God, by all earth and heaven;
    Henceforth be peace and good-will to the earth --
    All nature shout -- Immanuel's wondrous birth
    Wraspt in amaze! and overwhelm'd with joy,
    The shepherds' muse -- their labouring thoughts employ,
    On what their ears had heard, their eyes had seen,
    Their souls had felt, of Deity within,
    While angels spoke. -- Let us rise and go, they cry,
    And see this long desired mystery
    Now come to pass. -- All other things give place.
    To seeking him who's full of truth and grace.
    Let wolves devour our flocks, let ruin come
    On earthly things -- all, all's but dross and dung
    Compar'd with finding him the promis'd seed,
    And thro' him, resurrection from the dead!
    With rapid steps they hasten'd then away
    And found the cradle where Immanuel lay;
    Saw -- felt -- rejoic'd in him their Lord and God --
    Returning, spread his wondrous name abroad.
    To Jewish, ritual Christ was duly given,
    And Jesus nan'd, by seal of circumcision:
    So call'd, in harmony with God's decree,
    That he, his people from their sins should free!
    This rite scarce finish'd, when old Simeon came
    Into the temple, glowing with a flame
    Of inspiration high! he fondly gaz'd
    On the strange child; and then exultant rais'd
    His lovely form within his wither'd arms,
    And feasted on his thousand nameless charms,
    Till his full soul no longer could contain
    Its joys immense; or his glad tongue refrain
    From breaking forth in song of sweetest strain.
    O Lord, he cried, let thy blest servant now
    Depart in peace, according to thy vow;
    For I have waited till my eyes have seen
    Thy great salvation shew'd before all men;
    A light to lighten Gentiles to the skies,
    And Israel's glory thro' all centuries.





    9


    Thatgreat salvation now,begins to grow;
    Thro'every nation shall its waters flow,
    Till wash'd and ransom'd all the heirs of grace
    ln'highest heaven shall consummate, the braze
    Of thy revealed glory and thy praise.
    Thus Simeon sung; by Anna was the theme
    Prolong'd, in joys celestially serene;
    'Till all around were fill'd with sacred awe,
    And all the footsteps of Jehovah saw.
    In grace and wisdom, Jesus rose thro' youth,
    Yet green in years, he taught the wisest truth:
    Burning with zeal his Father's will to do,
    From all on earth his thoughts and heart withdrew.
    Now thirty years had Jesus been inured
    To mortal scenes, in sphere of life obscur'd --
    When God within him led him to the flood
    Of sacred Jordan; where the Baptist stood
    Immersing sinners! Buried in the wave
    Was great Immanuel: (type of his own grave!)
    When rising from the watery tomb there came
    The Holy Ghost, on dove-like form of flame!
    And rested on his head; while lo! the Father's voice
    Proclaim'd him Son of his eternal choice,
    In whom his soul delighted as a Sire,
    Whom he had honour'd, and would honour higher,
    And thro' the power and glorious name of whom,
    flis sov'reign pleasure had, and ever should be done!
    Thus scarce express'd was the great Father's love,
    'Till power divine the holy Jesus drove
    From man's abode, to gloomy deserts -- where
    Prepar'd in dread array, the Prince of air,
    Of darkness, death and hell, in ambush lay,
    All fierce to make the Son of God his prey,
    And close in endless night, salvation's dawning day!
    The desert reach'd, the Saviour, musing, said,
    Here, then, once more, I make the earth my bed,
    And wait submissive to to my Father's will,
    With all the purposes he may reveal
    In this wild waste. Some awful hour draws nigh,
    Some mighty deed my soul is near to try;
    For all her powers are stirring in a strength,
    That makes her kindred to omnipotence.
    To do or suffer, as high heaven ordains,
    Is all my joy -- the end of all my pains.





    10


    While musing thus, the Son of God descries
    A hoary form in solemn reveries,
    'Neath neighboring shade: to whom, when near, he said,
    Hail man of solitude! thou seem'st like one that's dead
    To mortal sense of sublunary things,
    And all thy thoughts pois'd on celestial wings.
    The straner rais'd his silver head and sigh'd,
    And thus to Jesus meekly he replied.
    Alas! young man, 'tis time now to withdraw
    My thoughts, from all my waning eyes e'er saw
    In this vain world. Its im,age is a curse,
    Nor can imagination paint it worse --
    Unless on recent day, to serve a friend,
    A full score years, my feet did ne'er ascend
    From this rude scene; and deep perpetual gloom,
    Or my thoughts fix on auglit but worlds to come.
    Alone I've liv'd -- nor e'er had thought to see
    In this wild waste, a fellow man with me;
    Nor can I yet devise, what cause could move,
    Onr full of life as thou, here to remove
    Thy form attractive. But I check the tongue
    Of talking age -- it suits not with the young,
    To listen to their verbiage. I wait to hear
    If thou in court'sy may the same declare,
    What cause hath urg'd thee hither to repair.
    To whom the Son replied. We live and move
    In God, the cause of all below and all above;
    Our habitation is by him ordain'd;
    Our lives therein by him alone sustain'd.
    Where you retir'd to gain your grey hairs rest,
    God may have led me, here more full to bless;
    Or this, or not, his righteous will be done,
    His name extoll'd, and his bright kingdom come.
      Brief is thy answer, now the sage replied,
    If not most courteous, with piety supplied.
    And now methinks, some doctrine of that kind,
    I recent heard from mouth of clownish hind
    In Judea's plains. Loud did his voice proclaim,
    That the Most High had come on earth -- and came
    To seek and save the fallen race of man,
    By some great, deep, and heaven-contrived plan.
    In sooth, he put aside so far great REASON's rules,
    That none will heed him but some rustic fools.
    And yet with all his mass of nonsense he had some





    11


    Sound, sober, ratioinal doctrine like thy own.
    'Twere well, said Jesus, if you could afford
    A standard for the fool or wise man's word;
    Did human thoughts of largest compass stand
    A text book for the rest, then all were damn'd;
    Damn'd in the tumult of their steadiest views,
    And wretchedness the fruit of their best truths.
      To whom the sage replied. I see that man you've
      scanned,
    And know the sandy base on which they stand
    When most they feel secure. But fair youth,
    Tho' finite man way not know what is truth,
    Reason alone will prove his guarantee,
    From views disgraceful to the Deity;
    Nor suffer him to think, the Lord of all,
    Who spread the heavens and form'd this earthly ball
    With all their glories, e'er bestows a thought
    On pigmy man -- if righteous, or if not;
    Much less admit the Infinite unknown,
    From all his peerless glory would come clown
    To this dark world -- as mortal culprit die --
    Convuls'd with pangs and cloth'd with infamy.
    Who thus conceive, the lowest reason boast,
    And of blasphemers, guilty are the most.
    But should some mortal vainly think, that he
    Was thus possess'd the great Deity,
    The scorn of wise men, and a life of shame,
    Would well secure imperishable fame,
    As chief of maniacs, or of hardiest knaves,
    And round his name for ever there would blazes,
    Tophet's dire, lurid halo of disgrace.
    But e'en suppose this wondrous being form'd,
    And now on earth with heavenly light adorn'd;
    What sort of message would he have to give?
    What sort of welcome would he here receive?
    His message holy, men would frowning spurn;
    His claims divine, their hearts with rage would burn;
    One universal cry against him rise,
    And all denounce him as the Prince of lies:
    Nor marvel here -- for from this Holy One
    Such loveliness and glory must be shown,
    That men must see (and seeing hate the light,)
    The deep and all pervading moral night





    12


    In whiclh they grop'd -- Fierce would their passion rise
    For then as in a mirror burnish'd in the skies,
    They'd see themselves inade up of moral infamies.
    Pride, vanity, self-love, would call for blood,
    And man assail his maker and his God!
    Pride, vanity, self-love, and lust would cry;
    "Quench, quench the light! tho' God himself should
      die!"
    Thus artful, did the long-disguised foe
    Of God and man, in sceptick converse go
    With the bless'd Jesus. Changing his wily arts,
    And every hour he flung his poison'd darts
    In subtle words: now vent'ring to suggest,
    That if a God some mortal form possess'd,
    No heath, no desert would be his abode;
    No thorny path of grief, or rugged road,
    Would he e'er tread. But that for him would rise
    The gorgeous palace, tow'ring to the skies;
    That tables spread with all earth, sea, or air
    Could yield, delicious, or make matchless rare,
    Would be his portion, and his pomp declare.
    That thousand vassals would his steps attend,
    And his, all earthly glory, would transcend.
      Thus talk'd the tempter, while Immanuel's bed,
    Was where e'en foxes would not rest their head;
    While torn with hunger and with thirst inflam'd,
    And every nerve with burning fever pain'd.
    His foe, unwearied, tauntingly advis'd,
    By miracle to have his wants suppli'd
    With food convenient -- and to quench his thirst
    By bidding water from the rock to burst.
    If thou, said he, indeed, be God's own Son,
    Then feed thyself bv making bread of stone;
    Thy life draws nigh to the devouring grave
    For want of food; nor is their aught to save
    Thee from consuming famine, but the power
    That vindicates the God-head of the doer.
      'Tis written, said the Son, that man shall live,
    Not by bread only, but he'shall receive
    In every word of God defence from ill,
    Attendant on the doing of his will.
    Why I am here without a place to rest,
    By gloom, by satan, and by want oppress'd,





    13


    Is not for me to tell, or you to know --
    Who cast my lot will bear me safely through.
    And dost thou seek a token of my power!
    Hast thou forgotten then, that fearful hour,
    When rushing on thee and thy rebel throng,
    I pour'd the thunders of my voice along,
    That shook the heavens, crush'd your mighty throne, -
    And sunk you to your present awful doom!
    And soon the hour shall come, when I will make
    Not only heaven, but earth and hell to shake!
    When this right hand shall excavate thy cell
    Ten thousand times more deep, in thine own hell;
    When mountain waves, of blazing fire shall roll
    In tempest-fury o'er thy impious soul
    When every breath of my eternal ire,
    Shall fiercer kindle the the devouring fire;
    And, as in crime, shall thy condition be,
    First in hell's pains thro' all eternity.
      Unmov'd, the tempter heard the Saviour's words,
    And, REASONING HIGH, conceives ofwhat affords
    Fresh ground to doubt the being of a God
    In him, before whom now he hostile stood.
    Thus settled in his views, he once more plies
    The ear of Jesus with his specious lies.
    Tells of his power, his kingdoms and control
    ThroughoUt the earth, wide spread from pole to pole.
    Bears Jesus to a lofty mountain's height,
    And brings the whole to his attentive sight:
    Describes their origin, their growth, their kings,
    And movement of their deep politic Springs;
    And how, by his long-tried and potent skill,
    All could be moulded to the sovereign will
    Of one whom he might honour with the rule,
    And raise the matchless monarch of the whole,
    All this, said Satan, will I give to thee,
    If thou wilt "bow thyself," own, serve, and worship
      me:
    One splendid empire, shall this world become,
    And all its glories be secur'd thy own!
    Choose then, while choice is left thee, nor forget
    The sad reverse of glory, that must wait
    Contempt of my fair offer -- then, I'll turn
    All power in hell and earth, to do thee harm.
    Hunt and torment thee, thro' each path of life,





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    And curse thee in the bitterest of strife
    That creature ever knew -- Thy name shall rot --
    Thy friends betray -- thy foes shall make thee sport,
    Till all that's vile and horrible shall roll,
    In whelming floods upon your sinking soul!
    Behind me get thee, Satan," said the Lord,
    For thus 'tis written -- "thou shalt worship God."
    And canst thou think, if thou hadst worlds to give,
    That at thy hand, the whole I would receive;
    Or ever act a part in thy base train,
    And own thy with'ring, blasting, damning reign?
    What are the nations and the pomp of power,
    Of which thou least shewn so much, and now talk o'er?
    Some master spirits by thine own design,
    Have founded kingdoms -- and support their reign
    In all that's lawless, cruel and accurs'd,
    And made, throughout the earth. a flood of mis'ry burst,
    Kings -- heroes -- noblest lords, (of thine) have been,
    And will be, blasting monuments of sin,
    Throughout the world; till he, whose right to reign
    It is -- shall come and burst their heavy chain;
    Restore the human race their equal right,
    And put thy principalities to flight.
    Such value give I to thy offer'd boon;
    Nor in thy insolence again presume
    To tempt me more, with what vain mortals prize,
    Made great by lust, and gilded with thy lies.
    For thy bold threats, fulfil them as you may,
    Thy victim I may fall -- but ne'er your prey.
    'Tis mine to suffer here -- Eternity's to show
    The boundless glories that shall ceaseless grow
    From love of God, and rige of thee his foe.
    Satan, aghast, heard thus the Saviour speak,
    And from hls visage saw a glory break,
    That fill'd him with dismay, lest this fair form
    Contain'd the power, destin'd to raise the storm
    Of his damnation, to its utmost height!
    And sink hi air to interminable night I
    In mad'ning throes the fiend began to writhe,
    And rage and terror for the mast'ry strive;
    While all that's hideous, hateful and abhorr'd,
    Rose in his face and stamp'd him hell's own lord.
    Till furious render'd by the storm within,
    He seiz'd, and bore upon his rapid wing,





    15


    The passive Jesus, to the temple's height,
    And thus, in foaming spasms express'd his spite,
    Here -- thou would-be God, here rest thy wearied limbs,
    While gently fann'd by heaven's obedient winds,
    No doubt thou'lt find repose, exalted thus,
    And own my kindness lib'ral for thy curse:
    And when refreshed with sleep, cast thyself down,
    For it is written -- heaven shall thy person own,
    And keep thy feet from every hurtful stone.
    To whom, the Saviour calmly thus replied --
    Thou fiend detested, firSt in power and pride,
    Thus far thou'st gone in insolent control
    O'er this frail tenement -- thus vex'd my soul
    With thy foul words -- and dar'd profanely quote
    The sacred truths, the lips of God have spoke
    Of his great Son: here breaks thy awful power,
    Thy kingdom totters from this very hour,
    And shall dissolve, till the whole would be free
    From thy control - and own no Lord but me!
    In human form, I have thy arts all foil'd --
    In that same form thy kingdom shall be spoil'd --
    More, it behoves me not, to thee to tell;
    A world eternal shall the rest reveal
    To thy confusion, and all heaven's amaze,
    To my high glory, and thine own disgrace.
    Now go, thou cursed, to thy dark abode,
    For thou shall never tempt the Lord thy God!
      In sullen silence, Satan then withdrew,
    Abash'd -- defeated, to his hellish crew;
    With them to counsel, and with them to plan
    More deadly warfare 'gainst the SON OF MAN.
    Now angels, ministrant on Christ attend,
    And with him once more to the earth descend;
    They hymn his praise, and feed his fanting soul
    With bread from heaven; while from the flowing bowl
    Of Deity's own comforts, large he quaff'd,
    And rose restored from all his sorrows pass'd.
    Thus cheer'd and strengthen'd, Christ return'd again
    To Judea's cities, and the haunts of men.






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    THE MIRACLES

    AND

    DOCTRINE OF CHRIST. *
    ____


    In miracle and doctrine now he moved,
    In bold relief, and grandeur of a God!
    And first -- at "Caana's feast, by power divine,
    He gave to water, the gen'rous warmth of wine;
    See! cried they, while in red'ning tide it gush'd,
    The bashful stream hath seen its God -- and blush'd."
    A breath from Jesus wings its instant course
    To miles around, and there, with heavenly force,
    O'ercomes disease -- with health fills ev'ry vein,
    And pleasure's throb succeeds to that of pain.
    The shrivell'd form of ghastly atrophy,
    Is cloth'd with flesh, and swells with youthful glee;
    The impotent are nerv'd with manhood's strength --
    The limb contracted, gains its equal length.
    The blind behold the golden flood of day,
    And bound in wonder and in ecstacy:
    The floating atmosphere is turn'd to bread,
    And thereon, marvellously, are thousands fed.
    Now sailing o'er the deep and raging sea
    Toward Capernaum, Christ's disciples see
    Their master, walking on the foaming wave --
    The billows own their maker, and his feet they lave.
    In glist'ning sprag, now swiftly rolling on
    In liquid softness, yet with strength of stone,
    To bear their God, in flesh, to the frail bark
    In which his followers sail'd, and trembling mark'd
    The roaring tempest and the mountain surge,
    Which hung terrific o'er their groaning barge.
    The vessel gain'd, new impulse now was given
    To winds and waves -- by which, obedient driven,
    The master and his servants reach their haven.
    Again, the Saviour rides the mighty deep --
    Heaven wrapp'd in whirlwind, and himself in sleep;
    Aghast his followers stand, or wildly cry,
    Master awake! behold that awful sky!

    * This account of the ministry of Christ, is from the gospel by John.




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    How dire its darkness -- how its thunders roll!
    And see its lightnings blaze from pole to pole!
    See how our vessel reels! O Master save --
    Behold that yawning sea, that mountain wave,
    It fills -- we sink -- the ocean is our grave!
    Jesus, majestically serene, arose;
    And from his lips, the mighty mandate goes
    To warring elements -- peace -- be still, he said,
    And all was hush'd as slumbers of the dead.
    At his small voice, heaven's darkness roll'd away,
    The deep voracious gave him up its prey,
    And the sky kindled into sudden day;
    The winds retire to their unknown abode,
    And oceans billows, prostrate own their God!
        O'er grave of Lazarus, the mighty Son
    In human sympathy, and sorronv hung;
    While in the same omnific word, he said,
    To him, now mould'ring with the sleeping dead,
    'Lazarus, come forth, from out thy loathsome grave:
    And prove my arm omnipotent to save!'
    Obedient to the word, behold him come!
    While friends and kindred all, delighted run
    To greet him welcome to their arms again,
    And their tongues the name of Christ proclaim.
    These miracles perform'd, and thousands more,
    Rous'd men to hear, to wonder and adore
    The glorious author. -- Eternal Spirit, tell
    The doctrine utter'd by Immanuel!
    And first -- a Rabbi struck with sacred awe,
    At what his ears now heard, his eyes now saw
    Of the Messiah -- 'neath covert of the night,
    Sought his abode, to feast his longing sight
    With his bright form -- and have his list'ning ears
    Fill'd with the mission, which the Saviour bears.
    In terms of adulation, he salutes
    The lowly Jesus, and therefrom computes
    The object of his homage, would observe
    Much deference to himself, and truths reserve
    Of harsh and vulgar import; or dispense
    His words selected and of polish'd sense.
    (Thus, vain man still, in little learning dress'd,
    Or rais'd in power, something O'er the rest;
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    In soften'd lainguage of a hell and sin;
    'Tis this, that prompts the liberal support
    Of Teachers, who with their very words assort
    To please the ear, to fan the innate pride.
    Of fiends incarnate, who the truth deride.
    They talk of human dignity and moral worth,
    As superceding the celestial birth,
    And call, alike the pious and profane,
    Dear brethren -- lovers of the Saviour's name; --
    Be not offended, if we dare once tell,
    That somewhere, it is written, there's a hell!)
    The Ruler's Rabbi, and his words polite,
    Pass'd with Immanuel for their just weight
    Of worth -- for nothing. -- Listen to Christ's reply;
    Hear, feel, and understand, or doubly die!!
    Thou learned Rabbi, mark what I proclaim --
    You and vour race, must all be born again!
    Born in free grace, and by the Spirit's power,
    And made to own the God-head of the doer.
    Or this not done, and man shall never know,
    The nature of my kingdom here below;
    Or this not done, he ne'er can rise to see,
    That Kingdom's glory in eternity.
        The Ruler, startled and amaz'd, exclai,'d,
    How call this be, -- or how at all explain'd?
    Can a man enter in his mother's womb
    A second time? such doctrine, I presume,
    Is not impli'd -- for never yet has been
    An instance of it heard, or read, or seen
    Among the human race. Then Rabbi, say,
    What is its character, its mode and way.
    That, said Immanuel, which of flesh is born,
    Is flesh in every inner fold and form.
    As well as outward. What is flesh, you cry --
    Let God's unerring word give the reply.
    Each thought is evil -- evil is their heart --
    Each acts the Demon, e'en when most approv'd his part:
    In sin conceived, in sin he lives and moves,
    Hates God -- hell serves -- and all uncleanness loves.
    Proud is his heart -- his mind is cloth'd with lies,
    He lives a Demi-god -- a devil, dies!
    Such portrait, by the high command of heaven,
    Has the unerring Spirit of Jehovah given
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    Self knowledge -- ignorance here is bliss.
    The renovation which I now proclaim,
    Is to restore this fallen wretch again
    To holiness -- so that heaven may become
    His glorious dwelling place, and final home!
    No power created, can the work perform,
    And thus, to holiness the soul transform,
    But th' Eternal Spirit -- and that comes
    To whom he list -- to all the chosen ones!
    As blows the wind; so does that Spirit move
    On every soul, that the Creator's love: *
    Not more resistless, is the tempest storm,
    By which the loftiest forests are uptorn.
    Not more beyond created fiat or control
    Do ocean's billows rage, or gently roll
    From their deep centre, to the distant pole.
    Again, the Rabbi marvels -- and again he cries,
    Can these things be -- so hidden from my eyes!
    Must human reason thus submissive bend,
    Believe, what it can never comprehend?
    To whom the Saviour -- In nature many things
    In mystery operate; in mystery, springs
    The wind that prostrates, or that gently spreads
    Its balmy undulations o'er our heads;
    'Tis heard by all, by all its power is felt --
    From whence it comes, or where it hidden dwelt,
    Or whither goes -- is knowledge never dealt
    To creature mind. Jehovah thus ordains,
    Or where the Spirit moves, or where triumphant reigns.
    Be wise, and from effects, judge ye the cause --
    Such only is the base of reason's laws:
    O shame for Israel! when thou, a master's place,
    Holdest among her dark degenerate race;
    Untutor'd thou, in first, plain, simple rules
    Of my salvation, taught in Prophets' schools
    A thousand years -- a perfect fool I find --
    Blind leader of the feeble, perishing blind!
    Thyself, a sample of a host to come
    In after tiines; who, thro' the earth shall run
    As sent of God, and moved from above,
    When gold's their God, and only self they love.
    I say to you, we speak what we well know,
    And testify to what we've seen below,


    * Zeber ath Buriak.




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    Of this great work; if this be not believ'd,
    How will the heav'nly vision be receiv'd?
    Beyond the grave, no mortal eye hath seen --
    To bring to light Eternity's dread scene:
    What this world is, and has been since the fall,
    A few brief years will give a gust to all!
    I only know, what's in the world to come --
    And I alone, can tell what's the doom
    Of sinful man -- Then by myself I swear,
    He that's not born again, shall perish there!
    Sin, like the poison, which the Hebrews felt,
    (When in the wilderness, of old they dwelt,)
    From fiery serpents, diseases every part,
    And pours its deadly influence thro' the heart.
    And as the remedy to Israel given,
    Was by the SOV'REIGN will and power of heaven,
    So, when the sinner's cur'd, the power's the same --
    The antidote is 'looking to the Lamb,'
    Slain from the earth's foundation; look and live,
    Is the great lesson I have come to give
    To fallen man -- who learns its import well,
    Is saved from sin and everlasting hell.
    God so loved man, as to give up his Son,
    That in man's form, due honours might be done
    To his dishonour'd law. In Adam, all transgress --
    I am the Lord -- their perfect righteousness.
    I am deliver'd for the sins of men,
    To wo and death, that they may live again.
    Whoe'er believes, and feels these doctrines true,
    Is born again -- or Gentile, or the Jew!
    Light has come into this benighted world --
    That light, is God's most holy law reveal'd
    In Moses' precepts, and my pattern bright:
    But men avoid, and hate the holy light,
    And rather choose a state of moral night. *


    * (John iii. 18 to 21.) In this passage of scriptures Jesus evidently means his own light as a moal example! Not his light as "the sun of righteousness" to Zion! It was his moral example and precept, the world hated and hates -- shrunk, and still shrinks from -- and this, their hatred, of his example and precept, and turning their backs upon him, as that moral light, provid they were depraved and condemned already. Jesus refers to their conduct towards himself, to shew their fallen nature and condemnation. -- He then declares, that whosoever believeth in him is not thereafter condemned but justifted freely from all things, and this manifestatively to his




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    If they would come to Sinai's holy law,
    There they would see themselves -- as yet they, never saw. --
    A mirror, burnished by the hand of heav'n,
    Would that law prove; in which their sins engraven,
    Would so alarm them, that no peace of mind,
    Nor gleam of heaven-ward hope, could they e'er find.
    Whoe'er desires to do God's righteous will,
    Comes to this law, which all his sins reveal
    His sins revealed, abhorring self, he flies
    To me the righteous -- then he never dies;
    That law Is the judge of all the human race,
    And with that law, my gospel I preface:
    Till THAT is felt, extending to each thought,
    THIS is neglected, spurn'd, and set at nought,
    What God has join'd together, none may part --
    The attempt proclaims a dark and impious heart.
    Man's device makes a thousand standards more,
    To judge of man -- till blinded o'er and o'er,
    Each, by another, measures his proud self,
    And when he's bankrupt, boasts of moral wealth.
    Samaria's border now the Christ receives --
    He went obedient to high heaven's decrees.
    People he had, among that hated tribe,
    For whom he suffer'd, -- and for whom he died.
    A woman loose, and profligate he met
    At Jacob's well -- where wearied, he was set;
    To whom he spoke of the celestial springs,
    Whose living water, full salvation brings
    To vilest souls, and cleanses from all sins.

    own soul! on the contrary, whosover believeth not, remains in nature's depravity and condemnation to the law! This is the scope, sum and substance of Jesus Christ's meaning in this passage of scripture. And this harmonises exactly with the matter of fact experience of the church and the world, and the tenor of divine revelation.-- Nothing but the spirit of Arminanism would ever breathe a different interpretation of the passage.

    The difference between Fullerism and Arminianism, appears to be this --- The latter says, God will send no man to hell without giving him a chance to secure for himself an interest in the salvation of Israel! The former says, that men are condemned because they reject the gospel; and that in fact there was no condemnation until they had so rejected it. If this be true, thrice happy would it have been for man that the gospel had never been promulged; for nine out of ten that hear it, reject it: and what is the everlasting happiness of one compared with the everlasting misery of nine!





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    The woman marvelled, and desired to know,
    Where such choice waters might be found to flow;
    That as he saw her, now herself she felt,
    Conceiv'd in sin, and laden'd deep with guilt;
    Relief she ask'd from the dread power of sin,
    And wept and groan'd to have her soul made clean;
    Besought Immanuel to inform her mind,
    Where she the presence of her God might find;
    That to Jerusalem, Samaritans could not go --
    And only there, 'twas said, God dwelt below.
    The Saviour, answered -- list! the time is nigh,
    When souls regenerate, one and all shall fly,
    Into my name; there there their God adore,
    Their superstitions, and vain forms give o'er.
    God, is a Spirit diffus'd throughout all space --
    No form describes him, and no time or place
    Controls his presence -- equally he dwells
    In highest heaven, and earth's unfathom'd cells.
    Who feel the unction of devotion burn
    In their new hearts, are ever prompt to learn
    The precious truth; the water I will give
    To those who thirst, shall in their spirits live
    A springing well, eternal as my throne --
    And all the glory be secur'd my own!
        The woman heard, and flew away to tell
    Her friends and kindred, of Immanuel.
    Come, come, she cries, to Jacob's well, and see
    Some glorious One, resembling Deity! --
    He told me all my thoughts, my heart and life,
    And how to five, I've been a faithless wife;
    Must this not be the long-foretold Messiah?
    Lost Israel's hope, and the whole world's desire!
    Of whom 'tis written -- I will Jacob show
    All his transgressions -- Israel too, shall know
    His numerous sins. In both their souls, shall rise
    Wailings and groans, whose voice shall reach the skies,
    As that repentance, which alone ne'er dies.
    Meanwhile, Disciples their great Master greet
    With proffer'd food, and urge him much to eat.
    I've meat, said Jesus, that ye know not of --
    'Tis to perform the will of God above,
    And finish his great work of saving love.
    The day is coming when you too, shall feel





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    How high the Spirit mounts, that has his will
    For its great pole-star; and how much endure,
    That heav'n soul, that does its God adore!
    With what solicitude do men compute
    The varied seasons, till the earth yields fruit:
    E'en you exclaim, within a few months more,
    Again we'll reap our ample annual store
    Of golden grain; again our vallies ring,
    With songs of those who shout the harvest hymn.
    If joys thus high, expand the human breast,
    When with their earthly bread, each season is bless'd,
    How vast my joy, when I shall gather in,
    Those sheaves of grace I've saved from hell and sin!
    How full my glory, when I shall make good,
    That harvest sown and nurtur'd in my blood!
    This joy is set before me; and for it I brave
    Unfatom'd woes, and taste death's bitterest wave.
    O look, my friends! the ripening harvest's come,
    When my elect shall gather to their home;
    Already are their whit'ning heads bow'd down
    In penitence, which God himself shall own
    As unto life, through his exalted Son!
    Pray ye the Lord, that lab'rers may increase,
    And reap in rightousness the sheaves of grace;
    Until the time come, when you all shall meet
    In my areat garner, as the chosen wheat:
    When joys of him who sow, and they who reap,
    Shall be eternal, and exceeding great.
    While thus the Saviour his disciples taught,
    The woman had a thousand neighbors brought
    To Jacob's well -- these, too, his words attend,
    And hail him Christ, the sinner's only friend!
    This doctrine taught, and works of mercy done,
    The Jews in wrath now charge upon the Son,
    A breach of Moses' law -- because, said they,
    Thou'st done these, these things upon the Sabbath day.
    To whom, Immanuel thus an answer gave --
    I knonw the law, which you from Moses have --
    From heaven it came -- I am the mighty Lord
    Of e'en the Sabbath day, ordain'd of God.
    Who gave the law, he only, can annul:
    The Lord of th' Sabbath, is the God of all!
    These truths displease you, fill your hearts with rage,
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    In bloodiest deed against my sinless life;
    And henceforth to maintain the fiercest strife
    Against my person -- doctrine - and my cause,
    And make your own blind passions all your laws:
    But I'm the same -- eternally the same --
    I work as God -- Immanuel is my name;
    I raise the dead -- I quicken whom I will --
    I lift to heaven -- I sink to lowest hell!
    I judge the world -- the mighty universe!
    My smile is bliss; my frown the heaviest curse:
    Who honours not the Son as the great Sire,
    May say he worships, but he is a liar.
    Who hear my words, and thus believe on me,
    They shall be bless'd thro' vast eternity.
    The hour is coming, and is now at hand,
    When those who're dead shall hear my great command
    Say to them, sleepong in sin's awful grave,
    'Awake -- come forth,' it is my will to save
    Your souls from sin -- obedient they shall live,
    And thro' all ages, shall due honour give
    To their Redeemer's name -- which honours shall be full
    When o'er creation my loud voice shall roll,
    To wake each atom of the mortal dead,
    From the long slumber of their dreamless bed.
    Thus I will speak: all flesh shall then appear
    Before my throne, their final doom to hear.
    The good to life and endless joys shall rise,
    The wicked to taste the death that never dies!
    I can in my mere manhood, nothing do
    Of all you've seen, or all I've promis'd you
    I will perform; yet is my judgment just
    Or of myself, or you, from last to first.
    My, works and Father, testify of me --
    He owns me Son -- they speak my Deity!
    Search ye the scriptures, for in them ye say,
    Ye have eternal life -- and they are they
    That testify of Christ.   They thus proclaim,
    The countless honours of his matchless name,
    JEHOVAH call'd! of whom all Israel boasts:
    The GOD of Jacob, and the Lord of Hosts!!
    The First and Last in heaven's unceasing praise,
    The Ancient of interminable days:
    A God most true -- most great -- God over all:
    Before whom, heaven bows and devils fall!





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    Of his Eternity, those scriptures tell,
    And loud proclaim him the Immutable:
    Whose presence fills the boundless universe --
    Whose eye Omniscient, does all space traverse;
    While his Omnipotence, their pages prove,
    And deep engrave his name 'The God of Love!'
    To him, those scriptures every work assign --
    Or what eternity unfolds, or in time,
    By him, all are, upheld, on him depend:
    He their beginning, and their final end.
    Of him, the holy oracles have said,
    The woman's seed shall bruise the serpent's head;
    While Moses cries, his bosom fill'd wiih praise,
    A prophet shall the Lord to Israel raise,
    Like unto me -- him shall the people hear,
    And Jew and Gentile each, his name revere.
    Old Jacob wrestled with him thro' the night --
    The man! the God! nor e'er forgot the sight;
    But dying look'd thro' ages yet to come,
    And thus predicts the advent of the Son.
    Hear ye my sons! now tottering o'er the grave,
    I bow myself to taste death's icy wave;
    Ere I depart, I claim your solemn thought,
    Of the bright vision to my spirit brought.
    That angel who, hath saved myself and you,
    And led me all life's fitful journey thro',
    Appears! His inspiration all my powers feel,
    And thus, triumphant, I his truth reveal.
    From Judah's hands, the sceptre shall not go
    Til he appear from heaven, to man below:
    To him, the gath'ring nations all shall come --
    The world's vast empire own his sway alone.
    O glorious day, when that bless'd angel reigns,
    The end of human crimes and mortal pains!
    Thus Israel spake -- heav'n beaming in his face
    And fell, exultant, in death's cold embrace.
    Now holy Job, beholds his day afar,
    Gleaming thro' clouds, like the bright morning star;
    To heaven he lifts his hands and tear-dimm'd eyes,
    With sacred rapture -- there the patriarch cries,
    I know that my Redeemer lives, and shall stand
    At the last day on earth -- and give command
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    To lift their heads, and to his preqence come.
    Then joyful, to corruption may I say,
    Thou art my Father -- hasten thou this way --
    And to the grave, O mother, let my head
    Repose within thee as my downy bed.
    My mothers and my sisters, clay-clod worms,
    O how I long to have your sinewy forms,
    Wanton and sport within this curious cell,
    In which my soul is confin'd, and there to dwell
    Battening on this now fainting, tortur'd flesh,
    And at life's fountain moisten'd and refresh'd.
    All this I hail as my soul's final good;
    For thus in flesh refin'd, I'll see my God: *
    And him, whose mem'ry the bless'd psalms embalm,
    Whom Zion gives as minstrel, bay and palm,
    He by the Spirit, says of Christ to come,
    'My Lord and God! my long-desir'd Son!
    Thy foes shall fall -- Jehovah's is thy throne;
    Thou wilt not leave me to the grave or sin --
    Thou'lt raise my body, make my soul all clean.
    Thee I shall worship in thy courts above,
    And swell the anthem of redeeming love.
    Isaiah now, the prince of prophets, cries,
    Behold, descending from the lofty skies,
    The Holy One of God! to us he's given,
    A child! a Son! the God of earth and heaven!
    The Government shall on his shoulders rest;
    And therein Israel be forever blest.
    His name, (incarnate) shall be "Wonderful --
    The Mighty God," who filleth all in all!
    The Everlasting sire of Israel's race,
    The warrior roll'd in blood -- "The Prince of Peace."
    For me the striptures prophesy -- for me run blood --
    And bring to view, all that is great and good


    * The denial of the resurrection of the body, by a numerous denomination of professed Christians, furnishes out one impressive evidence that man, in nature under the delusion and influence of the Devil will disbelieve every truth of the Bible -- Indeed it is worthy of notice again and again -- that the Devil has at last, raised up about as many denomidations of professors, as is necessary to enable him to have a separate and distinct instrument, for assailing every important truth the Doctrine of the Gospel!! And then he comes forward with a proposition to exercise charity for one, and for all! i. e. Believe all to be in the truth, tho' all-together, deny and denounce all the truths of the gospel!!




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    In human life; as a faint type of me,
    So glorious they -- what must the substance be!
    Such testimony do, your prophets give --
    And yet I know, you never will believe:
    How can you -- when earth's honours are your God --
    Nor own my righteousness, nor want my blood!
    Your Rabbies teach, to be far-famed for lore --
    God's wisdom they exclude -- their own adore;
    Your Rabbies rule -- God's providence exclude,
    That men may laud them, for their country's good;
    Your Priests burn incense, with unhallow'd fire --
    Exalt Jehovah -- but themselves still higher,
    But all is done in the Eternals name,
    And heaven's made pander, thus to spread their fame,
    The world's epitome! from north to south,
    From east to west, such is its moral growth,
    Rabbies and heroes, scribes and priests and kings
    Their virtue from pride and vanity, all springs;
    While each, obsequious to the other bows,
    Flatters -- is flatter'd -- nor higher motive knows. *
    And now to Gaililee, the Saviour moves,
    Follow'd by those who love, and whom he loves:
    And here, mirac'lous he five thousand fed,
    From two small fishes, and five loaves of bread;
    They with one voice, when their strange feast was done,
    Declare him in truth, the prophet that should come;
    Make heaven and earth with his loud praises ring --
    Offer to make and claim him for their king.
    To whom the Saviour, thus himself declar'd --
    I see you now, are one and all prepar'd
    To follow me -- the object too I know,
    For which, so zealous after me ye go.
    The loaves are in your eyes -- these move your feet;
    The bread of idleness, you find is sweet.
    My awful power none of your spirits moves,
    You're all engross'd with the miraculous loaves.
    You are the first fruits of a numerous tribe,
    Whom loaves and fishes shall inspire and guide,
    As my disciples, in an outward form,
    Who will mendicity, itself adorn.


    * Who is prepared to deny this; no one having common sense, and extensive intercourses with the professing world!




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    So, now, the world in raptures those adore
    Who feed its appetites, and promise more;
    Who see its present and prospective worth,
    In mind and words; and glowing set it forth,
    As heaven's bright image -- (albeit yet to come!)
    And only claim the glory as their own.
    Hence -- who has made two spears of grass to rise,
    Where one but grew, is lauded to the skies,
    As man's great patron -- wonder of the age! *
    Statesman and patriot, philosopher and sage!
    While millions sacrifice to Frenchman's blood,
    Hail him their Saviour -- toast him as their God!
    Thus honour to the man who acts a part,
    To feast man's senses, or his pride of heart,
    In his great praise, tongues eloquently move,
    While dumb and speeclliless of the God of love!
    Thus, earthly, do they think and speak of earth,
    And prove they know not the celestial birth.
    Albeit among the Galellians some,
    In nature's pride inquire, what must be done
    To work the works of God -- to please high heaven,
    To save their souls, and have their sins forgiven.
    To whom the Saviuour -- 'tis by Jehovah's power,
    That man believes -- the Godhead is the doer,
    Of this great work, the sov'reign gift of grace,
    God is the author -- God's be all the praise.
    Were you indeed, true follow'rs of me,
    Your hearts desire and prayer to God would be,
    To give your souls imperishable bread,
    That on it might evermore be fed,
    To life eternal -- here each soul would feast,
    Wonder, adore, that it was made a guest
    At this rich banquet -- and in holy strife
    Contend for me, as the true bread of life!
    But tho' you've seen me, this you don't believe,
    Or that my flesh, can life eternal give.
    † All that the Father gave me, shall confess


    * Vide -- Beniamin Franklin's life.

    † The stupid Jews, (like the stupid Arminians of the present day) thought, that the character of Christ and of his doctrine, was to be estimated by the artificial distinctions of life, or the numbers that followed him: Jesus saw into their hearts -- and calmly replied, "All that my Father hath given me shall come unto me." -- This was the Elect Head's consolation, so it must be of the evangelical minister --




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    I am the Lord -- their souls great righreousness.
    For this they'll labour, and for this they'll groan,
    'Till all my fulness shall be made their own.
    Such is the Father's will -- it must be done!
    From his all-glorious, everlasting throne,
    He say, My counsel shall forever stand,
    My work shall prosper in my Servant's hand:
    All who're to life ordained, will believe,
    I come to seek them, and they'll me receive.
    The Father gave them -- what he gave, I prize --
    For them Christ liveth, and for them he dies --
    With me they'll suffer, and with me they'll rise!
    Cease ye to murmur at the sov'reign grace,
    Which the great doctrine of my lips displays.
    Is your eye evil because I am good?
    Shall th' hungry starve because you hate the food?
    What's gall and wormwood to your carnal mind,
    More sweet than honey, my elect all find!
    Drawn by the Father, my embrace they seek --
    Undrawn by him -- in sin's dark grave they sleep;
    Thus it is written in prophetic word,
    "And all the people shall be taught of God."
    If taught of him, on them convictions fall
    That Christ's their Lord, their God, their all in all.
        Indignant, now the multitude depart --
    The words of Christ had cut them to the heart.
    The false professor found his guile explor'd,
    The Pharisee, the idol he ador'd
    Denounced as loathsome in the sight of God.
    So still the doctrine of electing love,
    When preach'd detects, and hypocrites all prove --
    Who still exclaim, 'what sayings! heavens, how hard!
    † All, but th' Elect of sov'reign grace debarred.'


    Christ spurned mere appearances of rank or numbers in his followers -- and so must those churces and ministers, who have the mind that was in him!

    * The same cause will produce the same effects! Let the same doctrine be preach'd and most professors will fly like chaff before the fan!

    † Nothing is more frequent in the ministry of Arminians for them to say -- did we believe, "once in grace, always in grace; we would live as we list -- we would eat, drink and be merry, and indulge ourselves in all sin." -- For once they speak truth! they would do so -- and in that very acknowledgement testify, that their inclination




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    Let's leave such doctrine - Satan is its sire,
    And every one who holds it is a liar.
    Albeit, there's some who think the middle way,
    Is the expedient; and warm profess to pray,
    That those who preach the doctrine, and who revile,
    May mutual yield, and on each other smile,
    In christian love and unity; while each esteem,
    Half Truth, Half Lies, the Gospel's glorious theme.
    Ye hypocrites! ye serpents! can you tell,
    How you may escape the devil and his hell?
    All now, the Christ forsook, except the few,
    To whom he said, -- "will ye forsake me too?"
    The impetuous Peter, answer'd for the rest,
    And thus their feelings and their views express'd.
    Lord of our life, to whom then shall we go --
    There's none our hearts desire to serve below
    But thy dear self -- thou hast the words of life --
    Thee, we will follow in thy peace and strife.
    Depart front thee! what, when we feel assur'd
    Thou art the Christ, the anointed of the Lord,
    On whom we rest our oft delighted eye,
    And to thy arms for endless refuge fly:
    Thou must be ours, or we forever die!
    Bless'd art thou Simon, Jesus then replied,
    To me in bonds eternal, thou 'rt allied;
    My Father taught thee who and what I am,
    The brightness of his glory -- sin's atoning lamb.
    You twelve I have chosen -- and you seem to prove
    Yourselves confirm'd in faith and holy love.
    Yet of Your number, one is full of evil,
    And in the end, will prove himself a devil.
    Thus will it be, in every age to come,
    That, in my church below, there will be some
    Assign'd, or chosen in God's providence,
    To Zion, various service to dispense,
    Who yet, essential, have no part in grace,
    Or of my chosen, or regenerate race.
    And now the tabernacle feast came on;
    To which, Christ's brethren urge him to be gone.
    No man, said they, if honest, ere will claim,


    is to sin! that a carnal, sensual, devilish nature, is still their own! The child of grace however, cannot live in, or love sin -- holiness is his element, for God has made him a new creature! the Spirit has made him holiness unto the Lord! unto Jehovah!




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    From hidden deeds the meed of public fame;
    If you and your mission be indeed divine,
    Why not appear in Jewry at this time?
    Where now are met our rulers, great and wise, --
    They'll prove thy power infernal -- thy doctrine lies.
    Thus did their conduct forcibly express
    That nature's ties are wide from those of grace,
    That who, of th' flesh, were breth'ren of the Lord,
    Revil'd the Christ, and all his truth abborr'd.
    To them, Immanuel thus himself address'd,
    And on their minds, his heavenly doctrine press'd:
    My time, said he, is not arrived to go
    To Judea's feast: with you it is not So.
    Your time is always ready; you can fill
    Your part in union with this vain world's will --
    Whose children you, by nature's spirit are, --
    One in their labours and their earthly care.
    You, they cannot hate -- you, they will receive,
    And all the service that you have to give.
    Their pride you flatter, and their maxims learn,
    For their idolatries with zeal you burn;
    Nor will the world e'er cease to smile upon
    A man or devil, if he but prolong
    Their pride -- and pomp -- he's timbrel and their song.
    Go then, the world's own children, to the feast.
    You each, no doubt, will prove a welcome guest.
    One will be with you, after whose dark work
    Has more progressed, I also will go up.
    Till then, my going is forbid of him,
    Who's God around me, and a God within.
    The world hates me because I prove it evil,
    A mass of sin, and captive to the Devil.
    I am ordain'd of God, to seek and save
    Those whom Jehovah loves and to me gave.
    The time, the place, for me to meet with them
    By God is determin'd, tho' unknown to men.
    Where'er their sojourn on this woe-worn earth,
    There shall my word and spirit give them birth.
    At the Full time, the Saviour secret goes
    Up to the feast, where murmuring friends and foes
    Inquire for him -- or if he's to appear
    At their great banquet, and his truths declare.
    'Twas then, as now -- they murmur'd different views
    Of Christ -- his miracles and glorious truths.





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    Some thought him a good man -- and some a bad,
    Some thought him wisdom -- and some said he's mad --
    As now 'twas then -- a thousand notions rose
    In man's vain mind, of him, who none e'er knows,
    But those to whom the spirit's power is given,
    To feel themselves a Hell, and Jesus Christ their Heaven!
    To all the malice, ignorance and lies
    Of these revilers, Jesus thus replies.
    My doctrine that, in boldest terms, embrace
    The fallen nature of the human race,
    And God's DISCRIMINATING, SOV'RIGN grace,
    Is not my doctrine, but it is that or him,
    Who sent me on earth to save from hell and sin.
    To him who does Jehovah's will perform,
    Which will is by his spirit to transform,
    And from which will, my people are all born;
    He shall the doctrine know, as God's own truth,
    Or hoary age, or inexpenenced youth.
    Whoe'er has aught of his vain self to say,
    As agent in salvation's work or way,
    Is a blasphemer, or a Deity!
    There is a glory in the vast design
    And mighty act, of pard'ning human crime,
    Of which, Jehovah never will dispense
    One ray to any but Omnipotence.
    I seek not mortal's, but Jehovah's fame --
    This proves itself from who, and whence I came.
    The Son of man has nothing -- nothing claims
    On earth, but sufferings, infamy and pains;
    The Son of God, demands an equal share,
    In th' Father's glory, of which he's heir.
    * Ye know me from whence I am,
    My earliest and my latest years as man:
    In all my acts, in all my words, I've been
    Harmless, and undefiled, and free from sin.
    A life like mine the best guarantee,
    I honour God, and he will honour me.
    And now the last day of the feast arrives --


    * Arminianism here, with its characteristick ignorance, supposes that those Jews knew him as the Saviour, when it was his mere life as an harmless man, and good citzen, that Jesus is speaking of; and which they knew from first to last: hence he said -- "which of you convinceth me of sin."




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    Jesus stands forth, and vehemently cries,
    Whoever thirsts, O let him come to me,
    (Whate'er his nation or his crimes may be,)
    And drink the waters that I will reveal,
    Which in his soul, shall prove a living well.
    Man thirsts for pleasure, honour, and for wealth --
    The poor for bread, the sick man pants for health.
    'Midst this vast concourse, is there not one,
    Who thirsts for life in God's eternal Son?
    Not one, who lifts his eyes and heart to me,
    And cries, O Christ, my soul does pant for thee,
    More than the swellinig fish pants for the sea!
    If such there be -- to me, O sinner come,
    And share the river flowing from my throne.
    Fierce now the wrath of rul'd and rulers grew --
    To mount of Olives, Immanuel then withdrew;
    There thro' night watches, Jesus sought the face
    Of his great Father, and his lov'd embrace.
    To cheer and elevate once more his heart
    In ardent zeal to finish the great part,
    Design'd him to fulfil -- the Father heard
    The voice of his beloved, and appear'd
    To his delighted vision, in those glories high,
    Which the Son shared from all eternity.
    Again, the Saviour felt the miglity glow
    Of Deity's own consolation, flow
    Through all his soul; and strengthen'd to sustain
    The labours, sorrows, o'erwhelming shame --
    That now were forming for his life's last scene!
    Thee day return'd, again he came among
    The motley group, and wonder-gazing throng,
    Within the temple; where as he meekly raught,
    The Scribes and Rulers to his presence brought,
    A woman, taken in adulterous sin --
    And, tempting, ask'd that she be judg'd by him.
    Master, say they, what punishment is due
    To her transgressions -- shall we here pursue
    The course prescribed by Moses, who doom'd
    All culpritslike her to be swiftly ston'd,
    Till they were dead -- but Master, what say'st thou?
    Was their inquiry, with the artful view,
    To tempt him in some seeming form, to stand
    In opposition to divine commmmand





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    To their great leader given; that attain'd,
    And well they knew, that furious and inflam'd,
    The passions of the Jews would urge them on,
    In murderous wrath to kill the Holy One.
    Immanuel stoop'd, and on the ground he wrote,
    As if he heard not what these serpents spoke.
    Again they ask him -- while his fingers trace
    Their moral portrait and their own disgrace.
    He rais'd himself and thus the throng address'd --
    Why have ye on me thus, this question press'd?
    Because your natures were so sunk in sin,
    Your appetites so beastly and unclean,
    That e'en your plighted matrimonial oaths,
    Could not the flood-gates of your lusts oppose --
    To save your species from a brute-like state,
    And the fell curse, unbridled lusts create,
    God gave to Moses a command to kill
    The woman, that in the foul transgression fell.
    But I bring forward other means to check
    Your brutal passions, and your fears beget;
    Yet I forbid not any to fulfill
    The law of Moses, and the adultress kill.
    Whoe'er is sinless, * let him cast a stone --
    'Till all ye righteous have your missiles thrown.
    The Saviour's words the hypocrites now felt,
    And stood convicted of their secret guilt;
    Abash'd, retreated from Immanuel's eye, †
    Nor more insisted that the culprit die.
    The woman only, with the Saviour staid --
    To whom, in gentlest accents now he said,
    'Thine accusers, woman, are they then all gone?
    And uncondemn'd have left thee here alone?
    Then go in peace -- I know thy heart contrite,
    And that thou seest thyself in a true light
    As chief of sinners. I break no bruised reed!
    But every stream of godly sorrow feed!
    To judge you after different laws of men,


    * 'Tis well that this law of Moses' is abrogated, or the numerous, perfect and sinless professors in the Methodist church, would have prodigious labour-- and vast would be the havoc they would make, of the frail daughters of Eve!

    † In the the same mantier our modern Pharisees, alias, Arminians, will shrink away from the eye of Jesus, in the judgment day!




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    Is not my province -- that power is given them,
    Whose kingdom is below -- go sin no more,
    Lest a worse evil fall you than before.'
    The Jews returning -- Christ once more began
    To preach himself, the light life of man!
    'The world, said he, in grossest darkness lies,
    In sin conceived -- in sin lives and dies;
    In sparks of their own kindling they pursue
    A thousand paths, nor find the one that's true.
    Nor in their darkness and their errors think,
    Their feet are sliding down damnation's brink;
    Or care they for the endless worlds to come,
    If they but have possessions in this one.
    I am the light! -- who follows me shall find
    Joys that shall fill his vast, immortal mind.
    His path shall shine in brightening prospects on,
    'Till death shall bear him to celestial noon
    Of day immortal -- where the Son of God,
    Shall ceaseless, spread his glories all abroad,
    O'er every eye; and warm each holy soul,
    And consummate the vision of the whole.
    One point, the subject's brought to -- that is this --
    Whoever hopes, or seeks for heavenly bliss,
    Must learn of me -- the beggar and the prince
    Alike, must my bless'd Spirit still convince,
    I am their light. -- The life of man proclaims
    In every age, that darkness o'er him reigns,
    In reference to that world to which he goes,
    In all its blessedness and all its woes.
    Ye judge me after my mere form as man,
    Nor know from whence I came -- or who I am --
    Tho' I be clothed in flesh, can ye not not see,
    No signs, no features of the God in me?
    Has ever man or creature spoken as I speak?
    Can man or angels, my grcat acts repeat?
    O blind, blind mortals -- first of those to come
    In after years, who shall esteem the Son
    Angelic -- super-human -- or much less --
    And treat his blood and his great righteousness,
    As nothing better than their own vile forms,
    And God's own image, class with guilty worms.
    But they and you shall all die in your sins --
    And when you grasp at heaven, your hell begins.





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    ALL ARE IN SIN -- they who do not believe in me,
    In sin continue, through eternity!
    Condemn'd already! -- ere my gospel came!
    And not believing, they condemn'd remain.
    Not by my gospel cursed! But by the law,
    Other condemnation, in my word none e'er saw!
    I go my way, to my great throne on high,
    By paths unknown to e'en the vultures eye.
    In vain you'll seek me -- neither can you come
    To where I go, when my great work is done.
    Ye are from beneath, but I am from above --
    In different course our thoughts and feelings move.
    Mine flow to glorify Jehovah's name,
    And yours, to prove from sin and hell they came.
    I have many things to say and judge of you --
    But he who sent me, is forever true,
    Or sleeps his vengeance, or his judgments slow.
    Whoe'er continues in my word will prove,
    They are the objects of my Father'love;
    For 'tis ordain'd that this shall be a sign,
    Who have me theirs, and are forever mine!
    They shall know the truth, the truth shall make them free
    From earth, from hell, from sin and misery.
    Whoe'er professes to be born of God,
    And then returns to tread in sin's broad road,
    By this will manifest they're not my sheep;
    For all my flock, Jehovah's power keeps!
    Ye boast of freedom, when the slaves of sin,
    Call Abraham Father, tho' no more like him
    Than vulture's like the dove -- he, friend of God --
    Ye thirst to shed your very Maker's blood.
    What dire delusion overspreads your brain,
    When children's place with Israel's God you claim;
    Call him your Father -- of his favours tell --
    When Satan's your sire, and your portion hell.
    Thus countless numbers thro' a future age,
    Shall speak of God, and of themselves presage
    In different forms and names, themselves profess,
    Begot of God, and subjects of his grace;
    When darkness shrouds their mind -- their hearts will rage --
    Against my glory, and my truth engage





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    Your Father Abraham, saw my day afar,
    Beaming resplendent as the polar star;
    Rejoicing saw it with exceeding joy --
    The blessed Prelude, all his thoughts employ.
    Before his day I was -- the same shall be
    Thro' life -- in death -- and all eternity!
    Furious, the incarnate demons now become,
    And breathing slaughter, essay Christ to stone,
    E'en in the temple -- where, profess'd they came,
    To worship in Jehovah's awful name.
    Full well that scene our modern forms describe,
    Or rampant vanity or wounded pride.
    The ample temple, fretted aisles and dome,
    The gilded pulpit, and the organ's tone,
    Feed thousand's vanity, and bid them rise
    In self-esteem, above the very skies.
    But should some one by accident appear
    Within their temple, and the truth declare;
    Contrast their temple, with their hearts and mind,
    That beastly foul -- and this more beastly blind,
    How would their pride, insulted, urge them on,
    To curse the doctrine and the preacher stone
    With calumny -- contempt, and each bad name,
    Until they murdered all his honest fame.
    Jesus retired from the infuriate throng,
    Within the temple -- and as he pass'd along,
    He saw a man who from his birth was blind,
    With whom he stopped in purposes most kind.
    The disciples notice and inquire of him,
    Whether the parent's or the child's great sin
    Had been the cause: The Saviour, brief replies,
    Ye err in judgement why he has no eyes.
    This man nor parents either e'er did sin,
    More than all others who are born therein,
    What think you? those on whom the tower fell
    Were greatest sinners than have went to hell?
    Or those whose blood, with Pilate's offering flow'd,
    When sacrificing to his idol God?
    I tell you nay -- nor longer dream ye thus --
    Man -- one and all -- are 'neath the law's dread curse.
    One mind they have -- it's darkess -- awful night --
    One heart they have -- it's enmity to light --
    One path they have the broad and downward road --





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    They worship the creature and the world's their God.
    One heaven the righteous have in worlds to come --
    one hell the wicked find, their endless doom --
    God ne'er has taught you that there are degrees
    Of joy in heaven, or torment in those seas
    Of Tophet's flame. Each saint's ordain'd to be,
    Heirs of God's glory and joint heirs with me!
    Proud man -- false teachers may from this inquire,
    What greater portion Israel can desire,
    And what they are, who look for something higher?
    The fire prepared for Satan and his crew,
    Is the dread portion of each sinner too;
    The doctrine of degree, of hell and heaven;
    Springs from man's pride, and is delusion's leaven. *
    Man's natural, and his moral blindness too,
    But serve to show what sov'reign grace can do.
    All nature's maladies its power can qwell;
    Its mighty acts redeem from sin and hell.
    The works I work, inverting nature's laws,
    Proclaim who is the essential and first cause;
    And well may prove to all the human race,
    The secret omnipotence of reigning grace.
    For sovereign judgment to the world I came --
    Eyes give I to the blind, feet to the lame --
    I quench the light of those who think they see,
    Make blind and lame each righteous pharisee.
    Who enters not into the fold of grace,
    By me the door, shall never see the face
    Of God in peace. Who climbs some other way
    Into the fold, shall in the judgment day,
    Be sentenced as a robber of his God,
    And feel forever, his avenging rod.
    All that have come before me, are but thieves --
    Their doctrine falsehoods, and their life deceives;
    The mantle of their literary fame,
    When raised, but left them a mere, Rabbi's name.


    * I am aware that this sentiment will make a hue and cry! But I believe that the scriptures will fully support the sentiment: unless they represent a Devil in chains, less a Devil than when roaming at large! Should any person of the calvinistic faith, offer any argument, or authority, drawn from the scriptures, or sound philosophy to the contrary, I shall duly notice it! -- if I am wrong, Arminianism is right!




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    Their vain traditions, dawning day did quench,
    * Their light delusion -- and their presence, stench.
    Again I say, I am the only door
    To heaven -- thro' which the rich man or the poor,
    Can ever enter. -- This the sheep well know,
    And other way, into the fold wont go:
    For they are helpless, and salvation crave,
    And feel my arm Omnipotent to save.
    At my command, my spirit seeks my sheep,
    At my command, their wand'ring feet he'll keep --
    He sanctifies, or puts each of them forth.
    From east to west, and from the south and north,
    I call them by that spirit -- lead them out
    From nature's darkness, and the world's vile rout.
    I go before them in that Spirit's power --
    They follow me -- I keep them every hour!
    My voice they hear -- they know 'the certain sound.'
    'Tis music in their ears -- a balm for each wound!
    A stranger's voice they will not follow now,
    A stranger's voice my sheep can never know.
    When mine they've heard -- a stranger's voice they'll flee,
    As plague and pestilence or infamy.
    All but my sheep, do only force their way
    Into the fold, to make the sheep their pray,
    Make merchandize of pasture and of flock --
    Insult -- betray -- and artfully provoke,
    To their Base Projects, those who think no guile,
    And glory in the infamy and spoil.
    I'm the good shepherd, and my life I give,
    That my dear sheep, may all forever live;
    Their lives are hid with me, their Christ, in God --
    I'll wash them clean, in my own precious blood.
    Each one I know -- they're ever in my view --
    On earth I'll own them, and in glory too.


    * Will the Baptist society ask themselves, what servants or service they have derived from their theological seminaries? Or, if Baalam's ass, was not about as laborious and luminous a divine, as any one of the protoges of these institutions has been! Or if Judas Iscariot moved less from under the influence of the mammon of unrighteousness, than these excrescences do! Let the Baptist church ask when or where they have'seen them evangelically engaged; and the merits of the case are met: -- Surely they have a right to do so, when this fry have cost them $100,000!




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    Me they shall know as him whose blood was spilt,
    To wash their souls and free them from their guilt.
    Not more distinctly does my Father know,
    Me, as his Son, from creatures here below,
    Than I know those among the human race,
    Who are my sheep, and destin'd heirs of grace.
    And now arrives the long-expected time,
    When Gentiles shall appear as sheep of mine;
    As such, the Father gave them to his Son,
    That Jew and Gentile might in me be one!
    They are wand'ring now in sin and darkest night --
    Them I must also bring to heavenly light.
    They shall hear my voice, and enter in my fold --
    One flock, one shepherd, will the end unfold.
    You ask, again -- if I'm the Christ of God?
    Still unbelieving in my solemn word.
    Once more I bid you all my works survey,
    And due attention to their import pay.
    If ye believe not, it is indeed because,
    Ye are not my sheep, or subjects of my laws
    As Mediator -- my sheep hear and follow me
    From earth, from hell, from sin I'll set them free;
    I give unto them an ETERNAL life!
    They are my bride -- long betrothed wife --
    They ne'er shall perish, or from my hand be pluck'd --
    The everlasting arms shall bear them up,
    Thro' all the fury of life's stormy sea,
    With me they'll suffer, and then reign with me.
    My Father gave me all my chosen sheep;
    He loves them in me, and will safely keep,
    The shepherd and the fold -- with him I'm one --
    They know the Father, who have knowetbe Son!
    Ye stone me now -- say ye -- for which good deed,
    Does all your rage and violence proceed?
    Or would ye have me, my very self deny,
    And for your excuse, admit myself to lie.
    Make what you will of the eternal truth,
    I'm Son of man, and God's co-equal both --
    You hate the doctrine -- whence is your dislike,
    Because if true, my judgment must be right.
    I judge you ignorant, sinful and accursed --
    In earthly things selfish views immersed.
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    To hell's dark caverns -- Satan's dread abode.
    Nor can you think if I Jehovah be,
    That of yourselves to judge you can be free.
    But to my word, your every thought must bow,
    And own without me, you can nothing know.
    This galls your pride; your vanity and fame --
    Dependant leaves you with the meanest name
    Upon my teaching -- bids your boasted lore,
    Lie prostrate in the dust and me adore.
    As little children, ye must learn of me,
    However great, However wise you be.
    These truths repeated, still you wont believe,
    But think by wisdom and your deeds you'll live.
    This strong delusion on your minds will dwell,
    Till undeceived you raise vour eyes in hell.
    The doctrine of my Godhead and my GRACE,
    Is what you abhor -- as will the human race
    In every age -- 'gainst these will hell array
    Its fiercest front, and men their guile display
    In subtle lore; these truths will test and prove
    Who know the Son, and whom the Aliem * love;
    Who take the Glory of my GRACE away,
    As sov'reign, free, discriminating, -- may
    As well deny my proper Deity!
        In Bethany, Immanuel now appears
    'Mong those he loves, and who himself reveres:
    They had recent laid their brother in the tomb,
    And all was lamentation and deep gloom.
    When Christ appear'd, the weeping Mary cried,
    Lord, hadst thou been here, our brother had not died!
    To whom, the Saviour thus august repli'd:
    The resurrection and the life I am --
    I made -- I kill -- I keep -- destroy or save vile man:
    I give the faith by which the soul shall rise,
    From sin's dark grave and soaring reach the skies!
    I too will raise the bodies of all men,
    And in those bodies, acquit, approve, condemn. --
    Whoever believes in me. shall never die --
    God's be the glory -- every heart reply.
    But come and shew me where your brother lays,
    And soon your sorrow shall be turn'd to praise.
    E'en tho' the 'worms are battening on his flesh


    * Aliem or Gods




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    And at the fountain of his heart refresh
    Their appetites voracious -- still, your dead
    Shall hear my voice and leave his loathsome bed.
    The grave now reach'd, the Saviour said to some
    Attendant on him -- roll away the stone;
    This done, Immnanuel raised his eyes to heaven,
    And said, Father! I thank thee, that to me is given
    Thy gracious ear; -- that always thou dost hear,
    And answer to my ever fervent prayer:
    That now I do, in feeble mortal's form,
    A deed, from which some present here, shall learn,
    I'm God their Saviour, and thine own first-born!
    This homage paid, the anointed cried, come forth
    Thou Lazarus, mouldering in the humid earth!
    The dead arose -- the event was made the mean,
    Of raising many from the grave of sin,
    To a new life, in th' kingdom of Christ's grace,
    The precious pledge of everlasting peace.
    The Pharisees now heard of Christ's great deed --
    All former bounds, their passions here exceed;
    And now a council's call'ed, and prompt convene.
    And fierce determine here to close the scene
    Of the Messiah's life. Then, of his foes,
    Caiphas, (high priest of the Jews) arose,
    And thus address'd prophetic words to them,
    Tho' priest nor people did their import ken.
    Ye do not appear thus much to know, said he,
    That 'tis expedient that this man should be
    An offering -- that our nation may keep free.
    Or that this event shall gather from afar
    Our scattered tribes, and all to Judea draw.
    If the great deeds and doctrines of this man,
    Are but directed to some earthly plan
    Of aggrandizement, in this event they say,
    He'll stir up th' Roman's cruel jealousy,
    Who will come and take our liberty away.
    The counsel is -- that now this man be slain --
    His single life will be a nation's gain.
    To this, the council one and all agreed,
    And now prepare to execute the deed.
    But Jesus knew their bloody, base intent,
    And with his followers in retirement went:
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    The time he pointed when himself must die.
    His visits now, to different friends he paid,
    E'er he was numbered with the sleeping dead,
    And Bethany,once more receives the Lord,
    And Laz'rus spreads again his ample board.
    While here the Saviour with his followers eat,
    The pious Mary, bathed and washed his feet;
    Anointing theme with unguent soft and sweet.
    At this, indignant, Judas thus observ'd,
    Why is this waste? -- or why have ye thus serv'd
    These feet of Jesus with such costly oil --
    Why was it not used in charity's sweet toil?
    The value would be full three hundred pence,
    Which to the poor would varied good dispense.
    How many bodies, and how many souls now die,
    For want of means, that ointment might supply!
    This said arch Judas, not that once he cared,
    Or if the poor were fed, or if they starved.
    The name of charity, or Christ he would press
    Into his service, that he might possess
    Himself of money. This dear aim, here was cross'd --
    He deep deplored that all these pence he lost;
    Nor could he rest, until he made it good --
    And to that end, he sold the Saviour's blood.
    Such Judas was -- and such was Judas' God!
    No lack of likeness in the present brood
    Of begging teachers -- who compass earth and sea,
    So they get money for self charity.
    They cry for gold -- rebuke -- exhort and threat --
    Nor can they good perform, till that they get!
    To whom, as Judas, thus the Saviour says:
    Think ye herein, that this true zeal displays?
    I feel myself most worthy of your all --
    What's given to me shall ne'er unfruitful fall:
    Or in my person, or that of my saints. --
    The water given, when either of us faints,
    Shall be recorded as an act of love,
    And full recompense received above.
    Who love me, in my members, do proclaim,
    That they are true believers in my name:
    Who give to me, by serving my elect,
    Shall in their souls, the choicest peace beget,
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    For them I rise -- for them I reign on high!
    For them I feel -- for them I intercede --
    E'en God's elect, and Abraham's faithful seed.
    The world is Satan's -- that I pray not for --
    I pray for those, for whom my soul I pour
    Out unto death * -- what cause of wonder then,
    That my own love should be surpass'd by men!
    E'en Judas here, exalts himself above
    The God of Jacob, in his claims to love!
    Ten thousand thousand, shall the world afford,
    Who, Judas-like, shall rise above the Lord;
    More full in charities -- in grace still higher --
    Save all the world and Devils from their fire.
    Should not my doctrine and their claims agree,
    They'll fill the measure of their charity,
    By cloaking that, and telling lies for me.
    Who have my mind as teachers by me sent,
    For Israel's weal they labour, and they're spent
    In charities and doings for the souls
    Of my elect; this all their heart controls.
    Their charity, their zeal, their labour and their love.


    * If Jesus Christ prays not for the world -- Who that has the mind that was in him can pray for it? if Jesus Christ prays only for those whom the Father hath given him, out of the world, and had the Spirit without measure: how can the Holy Ghost ever make intercession in the hearts of genuine believers for the salvation of all men? Let them answer this, whom it concerns: -- for our own part we believe it mere nature's ebullition of passion; or the trimming policy of those, who would be something more than even Jesus Christ himself, at least in the estimation of the world. The simple fact is -- the Holy Ghost never put it into the heart of man, yet to pray for the salvation of the world, or all men -- but only for those whom the Father has given Christ, out of the world! -- If the contrary, then the Holy Ghost makes intercession in Christ for one thing, and his people for another!

    † This is a striking incident! Judas, judging from appearances, was really more charitable, benevolent and evangelically zealous than the Lord Jesus Christ himself -- and yet he was a Devil! Who may not, after this suspect mere appearances! May we not suspect those popular Baptist D.D's, who build splendid, round, meeting houses in large commercial cities, and cheat orphan and widow, friend and stranger, out of 50,000 dollars to accomplish it! Or who build Baptist colleges and theological seminaries, and defraud the community out of 100,000 dollars.

    ==> Apply for further information to the Editor of the "Columbian star."




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    Is to them peculiar -- its value known above!
    No trumpet sounds their fame -- no tongues proclaim
    What mighty acts of love their lives mantain;
    Nor that they save, restore, confirm, and keep
    My flock -- and make the very world my sheep!
    The service that my shepherds do my fold,
    Is not in mortal's eulogy e'er told;
    When that's incentive and the world's the judge,
    That is all delusion -- and this the pledge.
    And now the Saviour leaves the peaceful home,
    Intent once more among his foes to come.
    While in his way admiring crowds attend,
    And heaven's vast concave, with hosannas rend.
    This multitude was fill'd with joy and dread,
    To think of him, whose power could raise the dead!
    They fondly hoped their homage might secure
    A living interest in his almighty power;
    That he, who a friend had raised from the grave,
    From death's dire embrace might them also save. *
    The Pharisee's exclaim, in maddening throes,
    Behold this Jesus -- the world after him all goes. --
    Our mandates, frowns and laws do not prevail;
    The people crowd him and his presence hail!
    Some Greeks attendant at the paschal feast,
    Eager inquire if Jesus be a guest --
    They say to Philip, sir, we wish to see
    Jesus -- the Jew's and Gentile's mystery.
    Philip and Andrew thus inform their Lord,
    And HE an answer to the Greeks afford.
    The hour is come, in which I am glorified --
    Life is man's glory -- mine that I have died!
    The hour of my miracle and doctrine's gone --
    Those ensign I resign, -- and stand alone --
    The subject of man's meanest, basest form,
    In human eyes a grovelling reptile worm --
    Such will the Greeks behold me, and despise,


    * It is very important, that we know upon what ground we estimate, or from what considerations we are attached to the name of Christ! This multitude lauded him as one able to give bodily health, and to preserve or raise the body from the grave. The name of Christ now a days, is found excellent, and duly lauded by a multitude, because, in that they can get a living from the turn-spit of a college kitchen to the D. D. president.




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    My life, recorded as but foolish lies.
    The corn of wheat that's buried in the earth,
    But dies to give a countless number birth;
    So thus I die, -- and dying raise to heaven,
    The numerous seed to me in covenant given.
    My death's their life -- my infamy their crown --
    Hell claim'd their souls -- I give that hell my own! *
    While thus he spake, dire horrors seize his soul,
    And from his lips, strange words began to roll;
    My soul, he said, is troubled -- what shall I say?
    Father! O save me from this awful day!
    So craves my trembling flesh; -- but for this hour,
    I left my glory, and my regal power.
    'Tis past! the energies of grace divine,
    Now makes my prayer -- thy will be done -- not mine --
    O Father, glorify thy glorious name!
    I'll bear the cross and glory in the shame.
    In awful thunder, now a voice from heaven,
    Replies to Jesus; and this answer is given --
    My name I've glorified -- and now proclaim,
    That I will glorify that name again!
    In thy obedience, law is magnified,
    And now my justice must be satisfied
    By thy life's blood. -- My mind is ever one --
    The cov'nant's sealed -- Thy Work must now be done,
    And die thou must, my nameless, matchless Son!
    The multitude had heard the voice, and stood
    O'erwhelm'd with awe and wrapt in musing mood.
    This, Christ perceives, and now his lips repeat
    His glorious truth in accents bland and sweet.
    This voice said he, for you, not me, has come --
    It testifies, I have Jehovah's pleasure done.
    He hears my prayer -- has promised to fulfil
    Through me, the counsel sov'reign will.
    A little while the light remains with you --
    That light's my precept and my example too.
    My sinless life, and my pure guileless heart,


    * Spiritiial and eternal life to the elect, was and is, in the promise of God, as sure as the death of Christ was made sure by the promise of God.

    † This is a passage of scripture that Mr. Fuller uses with much apparent triumph to prove, that it is the duty of all men to exercise faith, saving faith in Christ! when in fact, it has nothing to do with




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    Of Moses' law a comment does impart;
    This shews what man is ever bound to be,
    In his relation to the Deity.
    Such light's offensive to the sons of men;
    It tests them all, and all it will condemn.
    While I am with you, walk ye after me --
    My limit may set you from delusion free;
    Give you, as in a faithful mirror, view
    Of what God's laws require of man to do.
    This knowledge given, and men will contrite cry,
    What shall we do, or whither shall we fly
    From wrath to come -- and then shall grace reveal
    My works, to justify, my blood to heal,
    And that I've power to make alive, and power to kill.
    My miracles, my ministers, God will use,
    My life, my word, or what means he may choose.
    Of sin, of righteousness, and judgment, to convince.
    And bring the soul to Israel's penitence.
    Without his power, the means are vain and naught --
    The present proves it, as the past has taught.
    What miracles were wrouoht in Egypt's land,
    When Moses, by Jehovah's high command,
    Spread midnight darkness o'er her, at mid-day --
    Her waters turn'd to blood -- or her first-born slay.
    But Pharaoh and his host, impious stood
    Against the wondrous workings of a God.
    So Israel witness'd thro' the wilderness,
    The depths of wo, and heights of earthly bliss;
    And all by miracle. -- For them there came
    Manna from heaven, as a shower of rain;
    For them, when panting with a deadly thirst,
    From flinty rock; the living streams out-burst:
    For them ihe clouds a moving pillar go,
    To guide them daily all their journey thro'.
    For them a pillar of mirac'lous light,
    Appears, to guide them' thro' the shades of night,
    The Sun recedes, that Israel's tribes may see,
    To strike, pursue and kill their enemy.
    Again -- when Israel fights in Ajalon,
    To give them light, Jehovah stops the moon:


    the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in Christ Jesus, as a Saviour! But as a moral example!




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    Yet Israel's prophet cries, who hath believ'd,
    God's own message, or his word receiv'd.
    And now for three years I have daily done,
    Such miracles as have been perform'd by none.
    Yet men believe not! -- this will fully give
    Conclusive proof, that men, by God believe!
    Such doctrine does the word of God declare --
    Hence says the prince of Prophets, great Isaiah,
    To whom hath Jehovah's arm been revealed?
    To whom has salvation's prophecy been sealed?
    They cannot believe without Jehovah's arm --
    Miracles and judgment but surprise -- alarm.
    Men s eyes are blinded, harden'd are their hearts:
    God leaves them so to act their various parts
    Of opposition to his sacred word,
    And of their darkness evidence afford.
    So God ordains, that heaven and earth may trace
    The faith of Israel to his SOV'REIGN grace!!
    So God ordains, that Israel e'er may own,
    Salvation is of Jacob's God alone!
    And other faith, detest, denounce, disown!
    Did signs and miracles convert the soul,
    Then all who see or know them would be whole. *
    That, signs and miracles are not design'd to do,
    But man's unbelief and awful darkness show,
    And round my earthly life, due glory throw.
    Who believes on me, believes too on his name,
    From whom, inspired, the sacred scriptures came.
    Man's moral infamy that book reveals --
    True faith perceives it, and the soul then feels
    Itself all sin -- all hell -- on me it cries --
    I show my cross -- to that the wretch now flies;
    There lays him down beneath sin's awful load --
    The mountains † melt and leave him in my blood.
    When in my blood, sin ne'er can burn again,
    Forever quench'd is the accursed flame.
    He sees the Father, Who has once seen me --
    I was, I am, and ever am to be!


    * The awful sentiment, that saving faith is the mere belief of the fact that Christ is the Messiah, upon the testimony of twelve men and their miraculous doings -- has, for its Father, in the Baptist society, the Arian Robinson -- and Alex. Campbell has but revived from the writings of Robinson [Robert Robinson's 1790 History of Baptism ?], the Arian delusion.

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    The brightness of the Father's glory I,
    His person's image from Eternity?
    Who sees me truly, ever see me this --
    The vision's glory and the sense is bliss!
    An all-devouring, great desire reigns
    Within believers, while each soul exclaims,
    "All hail, Immanuel! my heaven thou art in whole:"
    Hail! NAMELESS object to my musine soul!
    Who believes in me, in darknes don't abide;
    I give him grace and will to glory guide.
    Whoe'er rejects me, continues in his sin,
    And proves I knew him not or died for him!
    Those the Father gave me, in Providence I keep --
    In grace my spirit shall each of them seek:
    As prodigals shall they come to my arms,
    There rest embalm'd in my ten thousand charms.
    The word I have spoken that shall judge all men,
    Those left in nature, and those born again.
    That word does law and gospel too embrace --
    The world that judges, but this the fold of grace.
    That word has said, the world is dead in sin,
    But those in me, are every whit made clean.
    And when the day ordained shall arrive,
    That word shall prove its truth -- or, as I live. *
    God has commanded what I've spoke on earth,
    Has made that word the mean of spiritual birth; --
    And so will make it to the end of time --
    Man's all the grace the glory, Lord, be thine!
    Who knows as I, God's commandments sure,
    Ordain'd to give, and to eternal life secure;
    Obedient to his great command will tell
    Of sov'reign grace redeeming man from hell.
    The word, the counsel, of the Lord he'll preach;
    No other gospel know, receive, or teach. --
    Or if the world abhor, defame, despise,
    wrap him in infamy, or pierce with lies,
    He'll preach it still, in it will "toil along,
    Weep tears of joy, and burst into a song!"


    * Here is another, favorite passage of scripture that Andrew Fuller makes use of to support his darling proposition -- that is the duty of all men who have the scriptures to exercise faith, &c. -- Now, suppose that the above interpretation is correct, and how miserably ignorant he must have been of the import of the "word," in this place.





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    THE INSTRUCTIONS

    OF

    CHRIST TO HIS DISCIPLES,

    HIS AGONY, BETRAYMENT, DEATH, AND RESURRECTION.


    The public ministry of Christ now ends --
    Designed a model for all whom HE sends,
    To labor in doctrine and to preach the word,
    Or Zion prosper, or exalt the Lord!
    And now Immanuel with his friends retire,
    To form their minds -- with zeal their breasts inspire.
    He loved, he sought, and found them -- and still loved,
    As now example and his precept proved.
    He supped with them the night he was betray'd,
    And after that himself a servant made.
    Their feet he washes, and he wipes them too,
    And says to them, "Will ye not do what I do?
    I give you example in humility,
    For one another, do as thus you see.
    The love I bear you makes all service sweet,
    Or if I cleanse your souls or wash your feet.
    So will it be with those who have my mind;
    My saints they'll feed and serve where'er they find --
    When they are in need, no office then too low,
    For them' neath sorrow's heavieat wave they'll bow.
    Ye are clean as washed by my renewing grace,
    And in my house ye shall have children's place.
    Albeit not all. -- I know that with you's one,
    On whose dark soul that work was never done;
    And tho' he's chosen to an apostle's place,
    He ne'er was chosen to renewing grace.
    His heart's against me -- and soon too I'll feel
    The treach'ry and violence of his base heel.
    These words alarm you -- and each anxious cry,
    Lord, can it -- may it -- will it e'er be I?
    To which I answer, he it is to whom
    I give a sop -- that seals his awful doom."
    Thus saying, Christ to Judas gave the bread! --
    And now the Traitor is by Satan led.
    Till this, the powers of darkness were restrain'd,
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    Forth goes Iscariot to the Saviour's foes,
    To them the Christ's retirement to disclose.
    Hell moves his avarice -- the ointment he had lost,
    * It must be made good, tho' Jesus' blood it cost!
    Meanwhile the Saviour in exultance cried,
    "Now is the Son of Man and God both glorified. --
    God's glorified in me, the Son of Man,
    In God'Jehovah glorified I am!
    Little children, while I'm yet with you,
    A new commandment give I -- that, hear and do.
    Love ye each other as you all I love,
    And prove ye're children of your God above.
    By this shall all men evidently see,
    That ye are mine, and that ye follow me.
    Your joys, your sorrows, your tumults and your fears,
    Your conflicts, trials, groans, and flowing tears,
    Are to you peculiar; -- while on earth you stay,
    Each other comfort, for each other pray.
    I go my way, where yet you cannot come --
    All, all will leave me to my fate alone!
    As Jesus spake, fierce Simeon gave reply --
    Lord I will follow thee, or I will die!
    No danger, pain, or death, my soul shall shake;
    All is but dung and dross for thy dear sake.
    Wilt thou, said Jesus, lose thy life for me?
    Alas! proud man, thy heart deceiveth thee.
    The truth is this -- tho' humbling you shall know --
    Thrice thou'lt deny me ere the cock shall crow!
    Thyself a lesson through all future time,
    Who stand in faith are kept by power of mine.
    Let not your hearts be troubled if I go --
    Ye believe in God, believe in me also.
    One God there is, one Mediator too --
    I ever live to intercede for you.
    In my Father's house many mansions are --
    I go before you, and a place prepare:
    And surely, if I prepare a place for you,
    I'll come again, and bring you all thereto;
    That where I am, there ye may be also.
    Whate'er ie ask the Father in my name,
    That will do: for that I live and reign
    The Father must be glorified in me --


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    Thus God ordained from all eternity.
    'Tis glory in the highest! that I save
    From hell and sin all that to me he gave!
    If you love me, my commandments keep --
    Thus will ye prove ye are my ransom'd sheep:
    They follow me, no other voice they know;
    After strange voices they will never go.
    I have been your comfort in our toilsome path --
    Another Comforter the Father hath,
    That I will pray him on you to bestow,
    And he shall guide you all life's journey through,
    That Comforter' the Spirit of all Truth,
    The staff of Israel's age -- joy of his youth!
    The world cannot this Comforter receive,
    His office know, or his work of grace perceive.
    But ye and all my saints are known to him;
    He saves from sin and makes all pure within.
    He dwells with you, and in you still shall be,
    Till mortal's lost in immortality!
    In life's rough polgrimage and deep distress,
    I will not leave you, children, comfortless.
    A little while the world will no more see
    The Son of Man -- to them will Immanuel be
    As one that was not -- they will seek nor find,
    Or of his person or his life still blind.
    But when they see not me, the Invisible,
    Ye still will see me; -- also where I dwell,
    Because I live, ye all shall live with me --
    That life's co-equal with eternity!
    At that great day in which you shall appear
    In glory's regions, as my Father's heir;
    Then ye shall know that I am in your God --
    That I am your's and you are my abode!
    He that hath my commandments and keeps them,
    Will prove he loves me, and that I work in him.
    The Comforter, the Holy Ghost, will prove
    The earnest of peace and of my Father's love:
    He shall teach you what th' oracles reveal,
    Jehovoah's grace -- and be thereof a seal;
    All things I've said, to your remembrance bring,
    Soothe all your sorrows -- make your souls to sing.
    O well spring up! Eternal Spirit rise
    Within my breast! adorn me for the skies!
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    If I be gone, that still with you is left,
    And shall remain till I return to you,
    And bring you to my heavenly glory too!
    I now will give you various faint idea,
    Of what relation to my church I bear.
    I am the vine. The husbandman is God! --
    The Spirit, agent: -- instrument, the Word.
    Each branch the Spirit grafts in me the vine,
    Bears fruit, is purged and lives forever mine.
    Each branch men bind, or bind themselves to me,
    By mere profession or outward sanctity,
    Shall be removed -- their end is to be burn'd
    Tho' here they seemed with heavenly graces warm'd.
    Abide ye in me through the means of grace,
    For thus my Father will reveal his face;
    And thus he'll manifest to every heart,
    That to his glory ye are set apart.
    Through those means your souls shall feel and see,
    That I had chosen you ere you had chosen me.
    That I have chosen and also do ordain
    My people fruitful, and that fruit remain!
    This answers to Jehovah's great decree,
    That I my people from their sins should free.
    'Tis further written in the Word of Grace,
    That God in Christ has chosen Israel's race,
    Ere man was formed, or angels sung above,
    That they be holy, without blame in love.
    Ye are GOD'S Workmanship --it must be good --
    'Tis founded on my righteousness and blood!
    I am the corner stone -- on me shall rise
    Jehovah's building tow'ring to the,skies!
    Each stone is lively -- polished my grace: --
    In Zion above it has its destined place.
    The Temple grows tho' opposed by hell and sin,
    And soon I'll bring the blessed top-stone in;
    While all in heaven's ineffable praise,
    Shall shout, behold the work of sov'reign grace!
    I am tied Head, -- my Church the body is --
    The head existing, so the body lives.
    All the members, by high heaven's decree,
    Are framed a temple for their God in me.
    I am the bridegroom -- Zion is the bride --
    Her name is graven in my hands, my side:
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    So I will joy o'er Sion as my choice.
    I am the husband -- Israel is my wife --
    Our union ends but with the huband's life.
    Our marriage is that she may amply bear
    Fruit to her God and of his glory share.
    Such figures shadow forth my church and me,
    Here on earth, or in eternity:
    Then by this union once for all I say,
    Love ye each other, and for each other pray.
    The world will hate you -- me it hated too;
    Suff'ring is my portion -- sufferings wait for you.
    If ye were of the world, its love you would share,
    It loves its own -- knows who and where they are.
    As face in water answers to its 'face,
    So human heart, in nature or in grace.
    That is dire darkness -- enmity to God --
    Earth is its heaven -- there 'twould make abode.
    This in its powers is verging to the skies --
    All but Immanuel is mere vanities!
    The world the contrast can't but feel and know,
    And o'er your lives will all contumely throw;
    Impugn your motives -- feed upon your sin --
    Suspect your reason, call your faith a whim!
    When in your lives due evidence you give,
    That I have chosen you in me to live,
    It is then the world hate you and despise,
    And to you act, or of you speak in lies.
    'Tis thus the world will shew itself to be,
    Zion's fierce foe, and enemy to to me.
    Whoe'er lives godly shall this portion have;
    This God to Israel did by promise give.
    Remember always, what before I've said,
    They'll wound the members if they wound the head.
    The servant is not greater than his Lord --
    As they've kept mine, they'll also keep your word.
    If maniac, liar, Beelzebub, and more,
    They've made my name, and con it o'er and o'er,
    If of my doctrine they incessant cry
    'Tis hard -- 'tis guileful -- delusion, and a lie --
    Thus God ordains my truth to testify!
    Whate'er my gospel is -- to natural men
    'Tis foolishness -- a tale -- or less to them.
    They never have, nor e'er can understand
    The Evangelists' pen, or harp of Israel's land.





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    Whate'er my Gospel is, that the world hates,
    Or all of me, or of itself relates.
    When that world cries -- these men or these words be
    The power of God -- they are neither sent from me!
    When, that world rails, and says the doctrine's lies,
    Or when it offers all indignities
    To him who preaches; then the argument
    Is, God's the author, and He the message sent!
    Fierce and more furious they passions high,
    Till thousands of them impiously deny,
    That I or my Spirit ever used the word,
    Chosen, elect, or righteous in the Lord.
    But when, by grace, you fearlessly, declare,
    That you are chosen to be Christ's co-heir;
    The world will cry, -- Election! that from Satan came.
    Their wrath will burn, you'll have the basest name.
    The world's the same in every age to come;
    Their souls, (as bodies), essenially are one!
    As tigers, have been tigers, and will be;
    As serpents have been and will be in subtlety.
    This persecution, then, you must endure,
    As those to follow, and those who have gone before.
    Though thus my life and precept testifies,
    Ten thousand teachers shall hereafter rise,
    * Whose wisdom shall presume the doctrine lies.
    They'll learn to think that they can so impart
    The Gospel's doctrine, that the human heart,
    Shall see, shall own, shall love, and bless their name,
    As stars of science, Israel's shining flame.
    Myself, and prohets -- and my apostles too,
    Compared with them, will seem a drop of dew
    To the vast ocean -- they will vaunting cry,
    Behold the fruits of our bright charity!
    In love we move: -- the world our powers own --
    Jew, Gentile, Turk and Pagan, all are one!
    With every Christian sect, -- we please them all!
    Before us mountains rise, retire or fall!
    So men will dream delusion of themselves;
    The varied victims of Satanic spells.
    But all those things the world has done to me,
    So will it treat my GRACE'S ministry.


    * This day exemplifies the case -- hence the doctrine of expediency