Yet rise triumphant o'er the hosts of hell.
Attendant angels round the saints encamp,
(The ransom'd saints in Jesu's smile that live)
Too wise to err-too kind neglect to know;
In prowess next to God, unfoil'd they stand,
Nor suffer'd e'er their charge, by hell oppos'd
To fall beneath the stroke of Satan's.
The vict❜ry not uncertain but secure,
Unless th' Almighty from his throne be hurl'd,
The self-existent God annihilated.
Shout, O ye heav'ns, let earth with triumphs ring.
The cause is just, redeeming love's the theme;
Let Angels round the throne their harps attune,
And praise, in sacred song, his sacred grace.
My soul, with grateful joy, the theme explore,
And all enraptur'd glory, in the cross,
Bow at the feet of thy redeeming God,
And let thine every power be lost in him, co
What voice is this? I hear th' Eternal speak!
My soul, be fill'd with reverential love!
He speaks, not in the thunders of his law
Array'd in dread habiliments of wrath;
Fear not, thou worm of earth, for God is thine,
Thy helper is th' all-glorious Lord of hosts;
What though thy foes with daring front appear,
And rise, like mountains tall invading heaven,
Yet soon the daring foe shall see, shall feel,
A worm, upheld by my omnipotence,
Shall mountains thrash, and beat those mountains
The hills shall flee like chaff before the wind, Th' opposer's schemes I'll blast-the saints shall
The tend❜rest mercy of their tender God,
While they enraptur'd see themselves secure
Beneath the covering wings of deity.
O cheering truths, more welcome to my soul
Than wish'd-for haven to the tempest-tost,-
Expressive silence come, the subject muse.
The azure vaulted sky-th'expanse of heaven,
Adorii'd with glitt'ring orbs of orient gold,
Shall as a worn-out vest aside be thrown.
The cumb❜rous mountains tow'ring to the skies,
Which oft the traveller's heart impress'd with
dread,
Shall flee, like bird on wing, when time shall end;
But happy, happy truth! O matchless love,
Amid the wreck of nature, God is mine!
Mid flaming worlds, I view a smiling God!
I hear him kindly own my worthless name,
And lo! he stoops to raise me to his throne!
THE SPIRITUAL MARINER'S SAFETY.
THE
rage of hell may lash the sounding shore;
The echo pierce thy soul with inward woe;
But hoist thy sail, uor fear the threat'ning storm,
All-gracious heaven thy bark will safely steer,
Yes, safely steer through life's tempest'ous sea.
The fiercest gale, as well as gentlest breeze,
Is fraught with love; and bears on certain wings
Thy shatter'd bark to heav'ns eternal port.
There on the wish'd-for shore, I see thee land,
Swift on the wings of love approach a band
Of kindred spirits; each with open arms
Now hails, in port, the weather-beaten soul,
And grateful sings to notes harmonious,
Another sinner's landed safely home.
THE SPIRITUAL MARINER'S SAFETY.
I hear the vaulted arch of heav'n resound,
Welcome to endles bliss, thou heir of God;
All hail, thou purchase of Immanuel's blood;
No more thy breast shall heave the heavy sigh,
But swell with fulness of immortal love,
A love which springs from gratitude its source,
Which angel potes with purest joy inspire.
The briny tear shall stain thy cheek no more,
Eternal smiles are on thy brow enthron'd,
The index not of soul deceiving peace,
Which strikes and fascinates like serpent's eye;
O no; but certain sign of truest bliss,
Fann'd by the wing of everlasting love,
Into the cloudless blaze of raptur'd song.
O bliss-crown'd soul! with thee the din of war;
The clash of arms-the shock of fiercest foe,
The troubled mind with thee is sooth'd to rest; Each enemy I see beneath thy feet,
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