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All hail ! the so-now view the promis'd seed For whom the lamb, prophetic, us'd to bleed! See from the ALTAR, lowing heifers turn, And offer'd incense cease at length to burn. The wounded victim, gasping, pants for breath, And half recovered struggles hard with death! The reeking blood, reluctant life bestows, Now feels restraint and stagnates as it flows. No more the RITES Levitic priests began, When CHRIST, their substance, laid the mystic plan; Now view the types, the darksome shadows gone to And brighter day, hail DAVID'S ROYAL SON!

In humble guise behold the babe appear! Nor crowns, nor sceptres, hail him welcome here, But lo! the birth--ungrateful men deride, Because the subject mocks their native pride ! Not so, where faith the humble spirit guides, Where virtue triumphs, and where love presides; Nor thus the musenor thus let mortals fing, But hail! most welcome, Zion's INFANT KING.

importance; a subjeet which ought to be well underslood, and, because clearly revealed, implicitly believed by every person who makes the BIBLE a standard of faith and practice.

+ As the facrifices under the ceremonial dispensation had their full accomplifhment in CHRIST; it is hoped that this short description, though not accurate as to time, will be excused. During his life, the Jewish ritual, which had long been in a declining state, was ftill cbserved: probably the abolition of those rites and ceremonies was figa niñed at his death, by the rending of the veil between the holy place and the most holies.

Brief, thou my soul, his life progressive scan,
From child to youth-from youth to riper man,
In each, in both, surrounding forrows 'tend,
And with life's blessings, worst afflictions blend !
How hard to bear! Oh! more than human fate,
Where pain on want, where shame on sorrows wait;
Where each alternate bears triumphant sway,
And wounds, incessant, the long-tortur'd prey :
But this his lot, who brought falvation near,
Whom angels worship, and whom faints revere!
And this his honor this let all approve-
Because the trials that attest his love!

See blameless poverty-see want presides !
Now foes loud threaten, now base man derides
Now friends forsake, now shun the toilsome way,
And trait'rous JUDAS- -does at length betray !
O! foul ingratitude-O! treach'rous part!
O! foul offence- -but yet much fouler heart
Alas ! 'tis done-the waiting ruffians stand!
They seize--they grapple-with rapacious hand !
With savage rage around their PURCHASE cling,
And drag in triumph, their despised king!
Before the PRIEST, for sanctity renown’d,
Rehold the SAVIOUR with strong fetters bound !
There false accusers, there vile tongues degrade,
And words, blasphemous, to his charge are laid.
Now at the bar, where justice should prefide,
The JUDGE of HEAVEN and EARTH, himself is tried !
See where he stands the scoff of blasting rage,
Nor aught but death can their loud cries assuage:


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Nor grief, nor pity, impious hands restrain,
And innocence itself, but pleads in vain ! [torn,
-Arraign'd-condemn’d-from judgment see him
And by the rabble, in base triumph borne ;
See from his shoulders, rent the linen vest,
And in a robe th’insulted SAVIOUR drest. ·
The blushing robe, that mocks his kingly fame,
Tho' most descriptive of their want of shame!
See round his temples wreath'd the pointed thorn
(Sad tort'ring proof of their malicious scorn)
See from beneath that rude that piercing crown,
In various parts the blood faft trickle down!
From street to street, behold the victim bleed!
And distant thousands wing’d with rapid speed ;
Crouds, meeting crouds, in mingled tumult throng,
To view the fuff'rer dragg'd with cords along.
With rage they press-insult-deride---rejoice,
And scoff the SAVIOUR with united voice.

TO CALVARY next direct thy mournful view,
Behold the CROSS- -behold thy SAVIOUR too!
See wide extended on th' accursed tree,
Th' atoning sacrifice that bleeds for thee!
See cruel death, his worst, his latest FIEND,
In regal state, th' affecting scene attend !
In all the ghastly forms of terror stand,
Inflicting torments with relentless hand :
Forsook by all, but that grim tyrant death,
Th’EXPIRING SAVIOUR gasps and tugs for breath.
See ling’ring conflicts rend his tortur'd foul,
And feeling nature rock from pole to pole.


See all--but MAN, for whom the SAVIOUR came,
Express their forrow, or perhaps their shame!
Or, see the power of that expiring Jew,
Both DAVID's root, and DAVID's offspring too
The troubled earth heaves with convulsive breath,
And quakes, prophetic, of its Maker's death!
Graves, once tenacious, now forc'd open wide,
Expose the corpse, which they were meant to hide.
Wide yawning chasms-shock the starting foul !
And rending rocks from their firm bafis roll.
Yon western sun beholds the mournful sight,
Holds back his lustre, and withdraws his light!
Struck with the crime-in fable guise retires,
Nor dares to shine while NATURE'S GOD EXPIRES.

Say, thou my soul, whence this unbounded love,
Why left the SAVIOUR yon bright realms above!
Why leave the bosom, where he once reclin’d,
Where glory triumph'd, where perfection Thin'd!
Where purest pleasures, conscious virtue charms,
And love, feraphic, each chaste bosom warms.
With joy I see -EXPERIENCE points to man,
The fav’rite subject of this mystic plan!
For him, the FATHER gave his ONLY SON I,
For him, the SAVIOUR cry'd—" thy will be done,”


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The ingenious Dr. ERSKINE obferves, “ he is the son of God in a sense incommunicable to any creature, and which has not, yea, cannot have any thing parallel to it in universal nature.” This





YLVIA, to thee this wither'd rose I send,

Receive the dumb instructor as a friend;
And if the moral tale you justly mark,
'Twill preach as well as TILLOTSON or CLARKE.
This lifeless, shrivel'd, now neglected thing,
Was lately seen the glory of the spring ;
Exulted in the pride of youthful bloom,
Grateful to fight, luxuriant with perfume :
Its bosom pregnant with etherial dew,
Swell’d to the fun, and blush'd as bright as you:
The morn the full-blown ruddy vigor spy'd,
At eve it droop'd its languid head and dy’d.
Such, and so frail the tints of beauty's power,
The gaudy dress and blossom of an hour.
Expos'd each minute to the nipping storm,
To baneful blasts, that every grace deform:
Disease still hov’ring round on pallid wing,
With all her ugly train prepar’d to sting:
And these escap d, with flow, but sure decay,
Old haggard time cach colour wipes away;
The lily, and the role's hue decline,
Shrunk to the texture of a shrivel'd skin.

Sylvia, too grave perlaps these truths appear,
My song too moral, and the theme severe;


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