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The author's nults are not oonoeaPd *
No selfish arts, no private ends.
But all to one grand centre tends ;
No &ct disguis'd however wrong.
No truth kept back, however strong.
One sure criterion leaves no doubt,
Comitteney prevails throughout :
The doctrine who shall dare disprove,
Of genume fidth which works by love T

Matthew and Mark divinely treat
Those truths which Luke and John repeat *
Tho' all concur in one grand scheme.
Each throws fresh light upon the theme
Matthew by no vain hope entio'd^ ^

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Ldft all he bad to follow Chriit;
Behold him faithfally record
The matchless Sermon of his Lord.
Here, every want its refnge seeks,
Here, every grace its nature speaks ;
Each in its own appropriate place,
The blessing suited to the case.
" Each gift to its own want confin*d ;
Mercy the merciful shall find.
How cheering to the poor in spirit,
Promis'd a kingdom to inherit I
Told e*en on earth the meek man knows
rhe best enjoyments Heaven bestows ;
Lovers of peace shall peace ixiesess.
Comfort the comfortless shall bless ;
That he who feels the oppressor's rod
Feels more the mercies of his God ;
Proclaims, the pure in heart shall see.
In God, EsaenUal Purity.

Maji^ next among the historic saints,
The Baptist of the desert paints.
Herod the prophet gladly heard,
In many things obey*d bis word.
But mark the rapid race of sin !
They fast advance who once begin.
Long train*d in vice, the tempter now
Ensnares him to a sinful vow :
Her graceful movements with bis heart,
He will with half his kingdom part :
Sudden he cries, by passion driven,
** Make thv demand it shall be given.**
Fearless she askM the Baptist's head.
The king was gricv*d, the king obey*d :
O fruitless sorrow, vainly spent.
To mourn the crime he might prevent ;
If sinful such a vow to make,
Ifore sin to keep it than to break,
fo death he doom'd the saint he ]ov*d ;
Hondemn'd the preacher he approv*d ;
^nd she, whose softness charm'd before.
Herself the bleeding victim bore.
What wonder if the king, amaz'd,
Should dread in Christ Uiat John was rais*d.
Boe Luke the glorious scene record.
The scene of his transfigurM Lord !
This sight of wonder and of love
Confirms the glorious state above :
How blest the three* to whom 'twas given
To view threef witnesses from heaven !
The representatives they saw
Of Grospel, Prophecy, and Law.

Luke more Christ's miracles records,
John more preserves his gracious words ;
Records for Christian consolation.
His Saviour's heavenly conversation.
Though John for ever stands approv'd
The blest disciple Jesus lov'd ;
Tet all one path devoutly trod.
And fbUow'd their redeeming God.

Ri Him the wond'rous union view,
Atonement and example too !
His death sole means lost man to save ;
His life our lives a pattern gave.
Explore the mystery as we can.
The perfect God was perfect man :
As man he felt afHiction's rod,
As man he sufier'd, rose as God.
This union all his actions prove,
* Peter, James, and John,
t Jmos. Moses, and Ellas.



As God, as roan, he show'd his Iow«

As man to man in every state

Something he lefl to imitote.
Divine Philanthropist ! to Thee

We lift the heart, and bow the knee

As man, man's sympathies he felt;

In tears of tenderness could melt;

Weep o'er the- fated city's doom ;

Weep, Laxarus, o'er thy honour'd tombt

The hidden heart of man he knew ;

Felt for his wants and weakness too.

The bruised reed he never broke.

His burden easy, light his yoke ;

From heaven to earth his mercies reach.

Alike to save us, or to teach.

When call'd on, error to reprove.
Reproof was kindness, censure love :
A cure his ready hand applies
For blindness, or of heart, or eyes.
Tho' with a look, a touch, a word
The long-lost vision he restor'd ;
A casusi hint may pastors seize
For those who yet see men as trees :
Jesus watch'd o'er th' imperfect si|rht.
And blest the blind with gradual hght

His sainte no vain display relate.
No miracles for pomp or stete;
No artful show for private enda»
But all to use and mercy tends.
His life a constant leelore reads
For minor as for greater deeds ;
Not that ki§ hunger might be fed.
He multiplies the scanty bread :
The famish'd troops in order plao'd.
He ne'er forgot to Mess the feast :
Though endless stores he could produce.
He sav'd the fragmente for their use.

We pass each suffering, glorious soeaa
The manger and the Cross oetween ;
All * he began to do, and teach'
We pass, till Calvary we reach.
The attempt almost too bold we deem.
And trembling touch the awful theme.
All eloquence, all power of speech.
Imagination's loftiest reach,
Fall short, and could but faintly prove
Th' incarnate God's last scene of love.
Abandon'd, none his woes partake ;
One friend denies him, all forsake.

Yet tho' the sacred blood was shed,
• Captivity was captive led.*
The annals of mankind explore.
Did ever conqueror before
Make palpable to human eyes.
Achieve, such glorious victories 7
Besides the triumphs of his grace,
Which only faith's purg'd eye can traee ;
Marvels applied to sight and sense.
Exhibit his omnipotence.
Shrouded Divinitv confest.
What prodigies the Lord attest !
Things contrary, opposing creatures
Struck at the sight, forget their natures ,
The human voice is mute ; the dumb
And senseless eloquent beoomcu
Things breathless, things inanimate
Renounce, nay contradict their fate.
Things never meant to sympathise
Astonish unbelieving eyeB,
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Th* indignant mm his light withdrew ;
No natural cause eclipsed his &ce,
He wmdd not witness man's disgrace.
Asnnder torn, the rocks proclaim
Their sympathies with loud aoclaifu
The yawning sepokhres unclose ;
To life their sleeping tenants rose ;
The Temple's vail is seen to rend.
And with it all distinctions end !
An Tarions nature takes a part.
All, save the obdurate human heart
The soldier, and th' expiring thief
Alone, prociaim their firm l^iie£
hard, * It a roasHsn :' here we meet
Prooiise and prophecy complete.

Then come the ApofiTLXs' wond'rous &ct8,
Tlieir travels, miracles, and Acts.
The Holy Spirit from above.
Given as the Messenger of Love.

The various languages once sent,
To Babel as its punishment.
Here take a diflT'rent nature quite.
Not meant to scatter but unite ;
That every nation here below.
In its own ton^e God's word might know.

Te, who to idols Ions- confin'd,
Are Uind in heart, and dark in mind ;
Half quench'd the intellectual ray,
While man withheld the moral day ;
To the strong hidd, ye prisoners, turn.
Prisoners of hope ! no longer mourn.
See Christ extended empire gains.
See mountains sinking into plains !
The Bqilders on the CaaNDusroNE,
Cease not like Babel's — they work on,
Till Saha and Arabia bring
Due tribute to th' Eternal King ;
The living Woan shall Hie impart
Unseal the eye, and change the heart ;
TiU Jew and Gentile truth shall see,
Greek and Barbarian, bond and free ;
Not by man's might, nor deed, nor word.
But by the Spirit of the Lord.

Hear martyr'd Stephen, as he dies,
Pray for his murd'rous enemies !
Then bring fVom Greek or Roman story
So pure an instance of true glory !
And i» the furious bifot Saul
Become, indeed, the humble Paul ?
Strange pow'r of alLtransforming grace.
The lamb assumes the lion's place !
So blind, when persecution's rod
He held he thought 'twas serving Grod :
But now so meek, himself he paints
* Less than the least of all the saints I'
Stephen 1 thy prayer in death preferred
To save thy enemies, is heard ;
And Paul perhaps the earliest fruit
Of the first martyr's dying suit

Forgive the Muse if she recall
So oil to mind the sainted Paul ;
We pass the awfiil truths he tells,
Hb labours, woes, and miracles ;
We psss the pow'rs his cause who heard ;
How Felix trembled, Festus fear'd ;
Pass, bow the Jewish king receiv'd
The truth, halfdoubted, half beriev'd ;
We pass the different works of grace
In Lydia, and the jailor's case ;



We pass the perils Paul endur*d
From stripes ; in prison how Immui d ;
In nakedness and hunger groan'd ;
Betray'd, thrice beaten, shipwreck'd, 6t^*d
In every varyin|r state we see
Only a change m misery.

How oft has admiration hung
On the great lyric bard, who sung
The warrior fam'd in Punic story,
Who swell'd the tide of Roman glory .
With^ ma^animity heroic,
He dignifies the noble Stoic,
See the illustrious captive stand,
Resolv'd unshaken, on the strand.
Imploring friends around him weep ;
An mourn the hero aU would keep.
E'en the stern senators in vain
The patriot would at last detain.
No blessings of domestic life,
No darUng child, nor tender wife
He heeds ; repels his wife's embrace,
Th' endearments of his infant race.
No sigh he heaves, he drops no tear,
Naught but his oath and country dear.
He knows the tortures which await.
Knows aU the horrors of his fate ;
By death in direst shapes unmov'd.
He coolly quitted all he lov'd.
Compoe'd, as if hard law-suits past.
He sought a calm retreat at last ;
Such calm as crowns Venafrian fields,
Such charms as cool Tarentum yields.

The great Apostle now behold,
A hero cast in Christian mould ;
Though leam'd, he will not take his rule
From Doctors of the Stoic school.
Religion stops not nature's course.
But turns to other streams its force.
Forewarn'd, he knew where'er he went
'Twas prison, death, or banishment
'Twas not a vague, uncertain fear ;
God's Spirit show'd him what was near,
Show'd him the woes which must befall,
Not in one country, but in alL
Behold him now encircled stand,
Like the brave Roman on the strand :
A loveUer scene* adorns no page
Than that which now our thoughts engage.
Weeping, his Christian friends surround.
Their tender anguish knows no bound ;
Their tears to him their grief impart.
Mean you to weep and break my heart V

Hear him with modest grace record
His toils for his forgiving Lord :
Pour out the tender love ne feels.
Then to their justice he appeals
sun to your highest interests true.
Witness, I sought not yours, but you.
This heart for you^y daily care,
Is lifled up in ceaseless prayer ;
These hands have oft procur'd my bread.
And labour'd that the poor be fed.
O treasure close in every breast.
Your Saviour's posthumous bequest,
If 'tis a blessing to receive.
Far more a blessing 'tis to give,
Then warns to feed the church of God,
Purchas'd by his redeeming blood.



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Thrice blefs'd the Pastor who. like Panl.
The past with comfort can recall ;
His Ufe and doctrine both review
To auditors who feel both true ;
Fears not his conduct to declare
Holj, unblameable, sincere.
His preaohinif catholic ; he speaks
Impartially to Jews and Greeks.
No words of doubtful disputation
Allure from his grand end — salvation ;
Faith and repentance form his theme,
Compendium of the Christian scheme!
No searching truth he e'er concealM,
But God*s whole counsel still reveal'd.

He speaks :~* The woes which must befall
My trusting soul shall ne*er appal
If I for God my span employ ;
If Hb my course may crown with joy ;
If I may spend my painful race,
To testify redeemmg grace ;
No dread of death my soul shall move,
Secure in him I serve and love.*

His fHends, lamenting, crowd the shore,
They part, they see his face no more :
Their sorrows and his own to cheer,
He consecrates the scene with prayer.

PART THE FOURTH.

THK EPISTIXS. ^

Next oome the Romans, here we trace
The flagrant manners of their race.
The* Nero then Rome's sceptre swmy*d,
Yet conscientious Paul obey'd ;
Fearless he taught that all should bring
Allegiance to their rightful king.
In this epistle we may find
The depths and heights of his great mind;
Here rhetoric and logic meet
The cause of faith to vindicate.

Paul, when the rich Corinthiaot came,
Found much to praise and much to blame ;
Luxurious, negligent, and proud ;
No error was by him allowM.
As Christian truth should still be told,
'The righteous Paul is meekly bold ;
And yet such tenderness appears.
His very frowns are miz*d with tears !

One glorious truth he here defends.
That truth on which aU trnth depends :
Labours one doctrine to msintain.
Which if not true, he preach'd in vain ;
Vain to their faith, which might not trust
The resurrection of the just.
Then mounting above space of ume.
He soars with energy sublime ;
Exhausts on this grand contemplation
High argument, Md illustration !
Created nature see he brings,
Attested to the truth he sings :
All grain, all flesh, their tribute lend ;
The differing stars the truth defend :
If these proclaim God*s glory true.
When the material heavens we view.
His g^ory sun and moon declare.
When on this doctrine brought to bear.

In vain shall death his prey devour,
Twas sown in weakness, rais'd in power !
Nor slow the process : Heaven b nigh :
Quick, in the twinkling of an eye.



Methinks I see the mouldering dtf
Start into life, wake into day !
Dread sound ! His the last trumpet's roioo !
Reviv'd, transported, all rejoice.
Hark ! hear4 I not Uiat rapturous cry.
Death's swaliow'd up in victory ?
Jesus-— the ranscun'd join to sing,
Jesus, oh. Death ! extracts thy sting.

Can Paul, absorb'd in scenes so bright
.Again on earth vouchsafo to light 7
To drop firom his exhanstless store.
One parting, pointed moral more ?
One added precept deign to press 1
He can — awake to righteousness :
In God's great work still more aboimdv
Nor shall your labours vain be found.

The bold Gai.atians Paul reproves.
And much he blames, tho' much he bvt. .
Condenms the teachers whom he saw
Exchange the Crospel for the law.
To clear his doctrine from suspicion.
He vindicates his heavenly mission.

Th' Ephesians stand in glory bright^
On whom Paul shed the Gospel-Ught,
Where great Diana was ador'd,
They fdlow'd on to know the Lord :
This matchless letter you will find
A perfect model of its kind.

Where Anthony with Brutus fonpht,
Tljere Christian Paul a refuge sought
Yet e'en Phiuppiaiis could be found
The Saviour in his saint to wound :
A prison the reward they' gave
The man who came their souls to saw «

Did Paul the cruelty resent.
Or in reproach his anger vent 7
No; — if the saint exceeds in love.
Invokes more favours from above :
If e'erHiia fbll o'erflowing heart
Sought loarmer blessings to impart ;
If more for any fViends he pray'd.
For showers of mercies on their head »
It was for this distinguish'd place.
The scene of his most foul disgrace !
How does his fervent spirit burn
Their recent kindness to return !
What terms, what arguments employ,
To fill their hearts with holy joy !
What consolation from above ;
What comfort firom eternal love ;
From God's blest Spirit drawing ni?h ;
Communion sweet; communion high !
Such strong persuasions nrast oontroul.
Convince the reason, melt the soul !
He urges motives as a law,
Which some would think deter not draw.
• Take as a gift reserv'd for you,
Power to bdieve and suffer too V

The good CotxissuNs now stand fortK
Excell'd by none in grace and worth.
Behold the saint his touchstone give.
To try with Christ if Christians live.
Oh, let your aspirations rise,
Nor stop at aught beneath the skies.
Your fl-uitless cares no more bestow
On perishable things below.
From sordid joys indignant fly ;
Know, avarice is idolatry.



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Filfo worship *8 not confinM alone
To images of wood and stone ;
Whate'er yon grasp with eager hold,
Honours or pleasures, fame or gold ;
These are your idols, these you'll find,
P08MS8 your soul, engross your mind.
HeaTen will with idob have no part :
Tftol robs your God which steals your heart

The TiaaBkiomAns next appear,
The bountiful and the sincere.
Here prcoept pure and doctrine sound.
In sweet accordance may be found.
Mark the trinmphant Christian's Toice,
'Rejoice, again I say, rejoice t'
As he would echo back to heaven,
The holy transport gntee had given.

Young TnoTHT is on record.
Who sought betimes to know the Lord.
Here true maternal k>ve we find,
Which form'd the heart, and taught the mind.
Here mty the British mother learn,
Kcr child's best interests to discern ; w
Her faithfulness to God best prove,
And best evince her Christian love.

Paul, while his pupil's good he seeks.
Thro' him to unborn pastors speaks :

* Reprove, export, be earnest still
Tour hieh commission to fnl^ ;
Watch, labour, pray ; in these consist
The works of an Evangelist'

As Bishop, he commands again,

* Commit the trust to ^ithiul men ;'
Bids him observe, that those who preach
Need to* rtmand as well as Uaeh

To raise his soul to solemn thought,
God's judgment is before him brought ;
When seated in tremendous state,
The blest and only PotenUte,
The members of the living head
Shall meet the Judge of quick and dead,
Then Christ his faithful sons shaD own.
Who bore his Cross, shall wear his Crown.

Next Trrns, youthful yet discreet,
First Bishop of'^lhe Isle of Crete.
Ssn prudent Paul, divines to show
They ought their people's faults to know.
Quotes their own poet^ to declare
The Cretans sensual, insincere.
Such knowledge teaches to reprove
The erring, and the just to love.

Now in :he gentle tone of friend
See him to private lift descend ;
The sober duties to impart.
Which grace the life, and mend the heart
Shows on what consecrated ground
Domestic happiness is found ;
Warns the fkir convert not to roam :
The truest joys are found at home ;
nrb there tiie chaste obedient mind

Will life's best charm confer, and find.

«

Follows Piraxifoic, who forgave.
Tea, honoor'd, his converted slave.

Paul to the Hebrews writes : — O, then,
What inspiration guides his pen !
Let wits revile, let Atheists rail,
Soch evidence shaU never fail,

Voi-L



As the first pages here supply
Of Christ's unclouded Deity.

As he proceeds, to faith 'tis given
To soar on loflier wing to heaven.
See here the doctrine prov'd by facts.
Belief exhibited in acts.
See conquering Faith's heroic hand
Church-militant in order stand !
The Red-Sea passengers we view,
Jephtha and Gideon, Barak too.
Had we all time, the time would fail
Of heroes to record the tale,
Whose deeds their attestation bring
That faith is no ideal thing.
Say, could ideal faith aspire
To quench the violence of fire 7
To stop the famish'd lion's rage !
With dread temptations to engage ;
All deaths despise, all dangers dare.
With no support, save God and prayer?

• 'Tis pride,' the sneering Sceptic cries,
* Rank pride, the martyr's strength supplies !
His fortitude by praise is fed.
Praise is Religion's daily bread.
Hie public show, the attendant crowd.
The admiration fond and loud ;
The gaze, the noise his soul sustains.
Applause the opiate of his pains ;
Withdraw the charm spectators bring.
And torture is no joyous thing.'

Thy triumphs, Faith, we need not take
Alone from the blest martyr's stake ;
In scenes obscure, no less we see
That faith is a reality.
An evidence of things not seen,
A substance firm whereon to lean.
Go search the cottager's lone room,
The day scarce piercing thro' the gloom ?
The Christian on his dying bed
Unknown, unletter'd, hardly fed ;
No flatt'ring witnesses attend.
To tell how glorious was his end,
Save in the Ixxtk of lifb, his name
Unheard, he never dreamt of fame.
No human consolation near.
No voice to soothe, no friend to cheer.
Of every earthly stay bereft.
And nothing but his Saviour left
Fast sinking to his kindred dust.
The Word of Life is still his trust
The joy God's promises impart
Lies like a cordial at his heart ;
Unshaken faith its strength supplies,
He loves, believes, adores, and dies.

The great Apostle ceases ; — then
To holy James resigns the pen ;
James, full of faith and love, no doubt,
The practical and the devout

Te rich, the saint indignant cried,
Curs'd are all riches misapplied !
Abhorr'd the wealth which useless lies^
When merit claims., or hunger cries !
The wise alike with ssom behold
The hoarded as the squander'd gold.

In man opposing passions meet *

The liberal feelings to defeat :
Pleasure and Avarice both agree
To stop the tide of charitv :
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The same efibct from both proceeds :

Cars^d is the gold, or sav'd, or spent.

Which God for mercy's portion meant .*

Chemists in transmutation bold

Attempt to maJte base metals gold.

Let Christians then transmute their pelf

To something nobler than it^If ;

On heaven their resooed wealth bestow,

And send it home be^>re they go :

He will the blest deposit own :

Who seals the pardon, gives the crown*

Prmi the bold, who perils hailM
W£o promis*d mach, and much be failM ;
Peter, the generous rash, and warm,
Who lov*d his Lord, but shrunk from harm ;
Peter the coward and the brave,
Denying him he wish*d to save ;
O Peter, what reproachful word.
What dagger keen, what two-edg*d sword.
Could pierce thy bosom like the last.
Last look tbv Saviour on thee cast 7
That speechless eloquence divine.
No pen, no pencil can define.
Peter, how bitter were thy tears !
Remorse absorb*d thy gxiilty fears.

Still, Peter, did thy risen Lord,
Conqueror of death, his grace afford ;
Not to the men of faith approv'd,
Not to the saint whom Jesus loved.
It was to heal thy broken heart,
Comfort to anguish to impart :
Yes — *twas to Peter that by name
Alone the glorious tidings came.

Now mark the wondVous power of grace !
His character has changed its face ;
The noblest attitude assumes :
Who now on his own strength presumes 1
Where now his fears 7 we only see
True Christian magnanimity.
Who now the foremost to declare
Their grand commission ? who to dare
The standard of the cross to raise.
And his adorM Redeemer praise 7
Applause he scornM however true.
But gave the glory where Hwas due,
Witii what majestic grace he rose,
Fearless of all surrounding foes ;
Brought the old Scriptures to apply
His argument from prophecy :
From miracles which well accord.
He prov*d that Jesus was the Lord.

When requisite in some hard case
To check deceit, unmask the base,
'Twas worthless la^s :
I^or impious is the hope ; for thou hast said.
That none who ask in faith should ask in vain.
You I invoke not now, ye fabled Nine !

1 not invoke you though you well were sought
In Greece and Latium, sought by deathless

bards.
Whose syren song enchants ; and shall enchant
Through time's wide circling round, tho' false

their faith.
And less than human were the gods they song.
Thoueh false their faith they taught the best

they knew ;
And (blush, O Christians!) liv'd above their

fiuth.
They would have bless'd the beam and haiPd

the day
Which chas'd the moral darkness from their

souls.
O I had their minds receiv'd the clearer ray
Of Revelation, they had leam'd to scorn
Their rites impure, their less than human gods.
Their wild mythology's fantastic maze.

Pure Plato ! how had thy chaste spirit haiPd
A faith BO fitted to thy moral sense !
What hadst thou felt to see the fkir romance
Of high imagination, the bright dream
Of thy pure ftmcy, more than realiz'd !
Sublime enthusiast ! thou hadst blest a scheme
Fair, good, and perfisct. How had thy wrapt

soul
Caught fire, and burnt with a diviner flame
For e'en thy fair idea ne'er conceiv'd
Such plenitude of bliss, such boundless love,
As Deity made visible to sense.
Unhappy Brutus ! philosophic mind !
Great 'midst the errors of^the Stoic school !
How had thy kindling spirit joy'd to find
That thy lov'd virtue was no empty same :
* Isaiah, chap. vi.



Nor hadst thou met the vision at Phtlippi ;
Nor hadst thoa sheath'd thy bloody dagger's

. point
Or in the breast of Ctesar or thy own.

The pagan page how far more wise than ours.
They with the gods they worshipp'd grac'd their

song :
Our song we grace with gods we disbelieve .
Retain &b manners but reject the creed.
Shall fiction only raise poetic flame,
And shall no altar blaze, O Truth, to thee 7
Shall falsehood only please and fable charm 1
And shall eternal truth neglected lie 7
Because immortal, slighted, or profan'd 7
Truth has our rev'rence only, not our love ;
Oar praise, but not our hearts : a deity,
Confess'd, but shunn'd; acknowledged, not

ador'd ;
Alarm'd we dread her penetrating beams :
She comes too near us, and too brightly shines.

Why shun to make our duty our delight 7
Let pleasure be the motive, disallow



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