THE SPIRITUAL MARINER'S SAFETY.

Thyself a victor, through thy conqu❜ring head,

The blessing's thine-the crown of honor God's.

REY. chap. vii. v. 9—17.

9 After this, 1 beheld, and lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands;

10 And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.

11 And all the angels stood round about the throne, and about the elders, and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God,

12 Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honor, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.

13 And one of the elders answered, saying unto me, What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?

14 And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

15 Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them.

16 They shall hunger no more; neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat.

A PARAPHRASE, &c.

17 For the Lamb, which is in the midst of the throne, shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.

A PARAPHRASE

On the foregoing Verses.

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Yon golden orbs in heav'ns expanse behold; Now mark the grains which bound the raging

sea,

And view the pearly drops of morning dew,

Such is the multitude, whom no man numbers From Afric's burning suns and polar snows, Including every nation, ev'ry tongue:

The letter'd Greek, the Scythian, Bond and free, The scientific and th' untutor'd eye.

A PARAPHRASE, &c.

Before the throne of deity, they stand
In white, unsullied, as the falling snow;
With joy extatic each displays the palm
Of peace eternal, lasting as the hills,
Firm as the throne-fix'd as the mind of God.
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As when the billows lash the rocky shore,
Or peals of thunder shake the deep profound,
So meets mine ear, th' enraptur'd song of heav'n,
Triumphal vict'ry and illustrious praise,
Of great Messiah and his wond'rous love.

AND thou of goodness infinite, the source,
From whom the stream of life immortal flows;
To thee in strains harmonious flows the tide
Of all-enraptur'd, sacred, endless song.

Salvation to our God, who sits enthron'd; And to th' incarnate Lamb, whose blood once

shed,

A PARAPHRASE, &c.

Re-sheaths the sword of an offended God,
Well pleas'd, he smiles, in whom the fullness

dwells,

To see contrition, sooth'd by mercy mild;
And crown'd with all the royalties of grace:
The curtains of a future world undrawn,
Herself entitl'd to eternal life.

ANGELS, those morning stars irradiate, Primitial sons, the offspring of a God, Who rise the highest in creation's scale

Their harps attune, they sweep the sounding lyre,

And swell the rising triumph's of the sky→
A God, a God, and Jesus is the theme.
Angels the just amen responsive sound,
To notes of praise, from myriads untold;
These catch the fire, and echo back the song,

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