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Thou, rather than thy justice should be stained,
Did stain the cross,

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O, what a groan was there! a groan not His.
He seized our dreadful right; the load sustained,
And heaved the mountain from a guilty world.
Young.

What needs my blood, since thine will do,
To pay the debt to justice due?

O, tender mercy's art divine!

Thy sorrow proves the cure of mine!
Thy dropping wounds, thy woeful smart,
Allay the bleedings of my heart:

Thy death, in death's extreme of pain,
Restores my soul to life again!

The Son of God

Parnell.

Only begotton, and well-beloved, between
Men and His Father's justice interposed;
Put human nature on, His wrath sustained,
And in their name suffered, obeyed, and died;
Making His soul an offering for sin,

Just for unjust, and innocence for guilt.

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Thus Truth with Mercy met, and Righteousness, Stooping from highest heaven, embraced fair Peace, That walked the earth in fellowship with Love.

Pollok.

God's own son, unblemished victim, gave
Himself a sacrifice, and by His blood,
Upon the cross poured forth, washed out the stain
Of primal sin.
Samuel Hayes.

And shall the sinful heart, alone,
Behold, unmoved, the atoning hour,
When Nature trembles on her throne,

And death resigns his iron power?
O, shall the heart,--whose sinfulness
Gave keenness to His sore distress,
And added to His tears of blood-
Refuse its trembling gratitude?

Whittier.

Jesus, thy name beyond all nature loud,
Peals like the trumpet of eternity,

Through all the chambers of responsive faith,
Making them echo with the name of Christ!
Nature was forfeit when the first man fell
To sin, and whatsoe'er in nature lives,
In reason, morals, or in mind enacts
Dominion, from His vast atonement flows

R. Montgomery.

Advance, O hopeless mortal, steeled in guilt,
Behold, and if thou canst, forbear to melt!
Shall Jesus die, thy freedom to regain,
And wilt thou drag the voluntary chain?
Wilt thou refuse thy kind assent to give,
When, dying, He looks down to bid thee live?
Perverse, wilt thou reject the proffered good,
Bought with His life, and streaming in His blood?
Whose virtue can thy deepest crimes efface,
Re-heal thy nature, and confirm thy peace!
Can all the errors of thy life atone,

And raise thee from a rebel to a son.

Lamb of God! Our Priest and Pastor,
Who canst bid all evil cease,

Ever dear and holy Master,

Make our feeble love increase!

So that when we seek Thee, owning
That Thy wrath is our deserts,
Thou, blest Lord, at whose atonement

All iniquity departs,

Boyse.

Mayest speak forth from Thine enthronement,

To our rent and wearied hearts,

"Sinner, go in peace!"

C. D. Mc Leod.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth and all in heaven
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

J. Evans.

AVARICE.

SOME remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed thereof.

They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow's ox for a pledge.

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They turn the needy out of the way; the poor of the earth hide themselves together.--Job, xxiv. 2, 3, 4.

Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no place, that they may be placed alone in the midst of the earth!--Isaiah, v. 8.

Your gold and silver is cankered, and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.

Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped, are entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.--James, v. 3, 4.

FOR of his wicked pelf his god he made,

And unto hell himself for money sold:

Accursed usury was all his trade,

And right and wrong alike in equal balance weighed.

Spenser. For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.

If thou art rich, thou art poor;

Shakspere.

Woe to the worldly man, whose covetous
Ambition labours to join house to house;
Lay field to field, till the enclosures edge
The plain, girdling a country with one hedge:
They leave no place unbought; no piece of earth
Which they will not engross; making a dearth
Of all inhabitants; until they stand
Unneighboured as unblest within the land.

Bishop King.
Gold glitters most where virtue shines no more,
As stars from absent suns, have leave to shine.

Young.

O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;
First starved in this, then damned in that to come!

Blair.

Starve beside the chests, whose every corn
At the last day, shall in the court of Heaven
Witness against thee.
Sir E. B. Lytton.

Avarice o'ershoots

Its destined mark; and with abundance cursed,
In wealth, the ills of poverty endures.

The thirst for gold

George Bally.

Hath made men demons, till the heart that feels
The impulse of impartial love, nor kneels
In worship foul to Mammon, is contemned.
W. H. Burleigh.

But should my destiny be quest of wealth,
Kind Heaven, oh! keep my tempted soul in health!
And should'st thou bless my toil with ample store,
Keep back the madness that would seek for more!
Thomas Ward.

Oh! life misspent-Oh! foulest waste of time!
No time has he his grovelling mind to store
With history's truths, or philosophic lore.
No charms for him has God's all-blooming earth-
His only question this-"What are they worth?"
Art, nature, wisdom, are no match for gain;
And even religion bids him pause in vain.

Thomas Ward. The miser comes, his heart to mammon soldHis life, his hope, his god, his all is gold. "To-morrow, and to-morrow," he will say, "Soul, take thine ease, for thou hast many a day Whose smiling dawns will make thee to rejoice." Hush! Hark the echoes of that awful voice! "Thou fool! This night yield up thy earthly trust!" Gaze once again, his treasures are but dust.

B. D. Winslow.

Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind,
Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind:
The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird,
And the mind be the slave of a look or a word.
To gain thee, men barter eternity's crown,
Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown.

Park Benjamin.

AWAKE-ARISE.

AWAKE up, my glory; awake psaltery and harp; I myself will awake early.--Psalm lvii. 8.

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.

And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising.--Isaiah, lx. 1, 3.

Arise ye, and depart, for this is not your rest; because it is polluted.--Micah, ii. 10.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear a part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to the eternal King.

Glory to God, who safe hath kept,

And hath refreshed me while I slept,

Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.

Awake our souls, and bless his name,

Whose mercies never fail;

Who opens wide a door of hope,
In Achor's gloomy vale.

Behold the portal wide displayed,
The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

Enter my soul with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;

Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

O may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,
All travelling in one narrow path,
To one eternal home.

Kenn.

Doddridge.

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