THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME.'
ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.
Thy body broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be,
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.
Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?
When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee :-
Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;
Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.
THE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summous shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.
E'en now to our transported eyes,
Fair Sion's towers in prospect rise,
Within her gates we stand,
And, lost in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy sons unite,
In friendship's firmest band.
Hither from Judah's utmost end
The Heav'n protected tribes ascend;
Their off'rings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.
By his command impell'd, to her
Contending crowds their cause refer;
While princes from her throne,
With equal doom, th' unerring law
Dispense, who boast their birth to draw
From Jesse's favour'd Son.
Be peace by each implor'd on thee,
O Salem, while with bended knee
To Jacob's God we pray :
How blest who calls himself the friend!
Success his labours shall attend,
And safety guard his way.
O mayst thou, free from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore:
May plenty nigh thee take her stand,
And in the courts with lavish hand
Distribute all her store.
Seat of my friends and brethren hail!
How can my tongue, O Salem, fail
To bless thy lov'd abode ?
How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansions of my God.
HE that by faith sees not the world of spirits,
Which Christ with his blest family inherits;
The sense of Providence can never know,
Nor judge aright of any thing below.
Things seem confused and neglected here,
Because in broken parcels they appear;
Who knows a work in arras by one piece?
Small parcels shew not workmen's artifice.
The beauty of a picture is not known,
When one small part, or iimb alone is shewn,
They that on some few letters only look,
Can never know the meaning of God's book.
Who knows a stately building by one post?
It's but short scraps that one age sees at most.
Heav'n seeth all, and therefore knows the sense
Of the whole beauteous frame of Providence.
His judgment of God's kingdom needs must fail,
Who knows no more of it than this dark gaol:
If Heav'n and Hell were open to men's sight,
Most men of pleasant things would judge aright.
Who would be griev'd at prosperous sinners' reign,
Who did foresee their everlasting pain?
Who would grudge pride and rage so short a pow'r,
Who did foresee its fall, and dismal hour?
Who'd grudge God's patience to the greatest crime,
Which will 'scape vengeance for so short a time?
Who'd grudge at any wrong or suffering here,
Who saw the world of happiness so near?
If that one sun a thousand-fold excel
This earth in bigness, where we sinners dwell;
(And what's one sun to all the Heav'n beside ?)
Is not God's kingdom glorious and wide?
Who then dare say, God's work is not well done,
Because an ant-hill is not made a sun?
Or because sin and devilish rage do dwell,
In this vile prison which is next to Hell?
Who'd measure God's great kingdom or his love,
By us poor prisoners who in fetters move?
God placed man in earthly paradise,
Heav'n's outward court, the way to highest bliss.
A man himself doing what God forbade,
His house a Bedlam and a bridewell made;
Man turn'd it by his sinful base defection,
Into God's prison and house of correction.
God's wondrous mercies which do never fail,
Fetch many sons to Heav'n out of this gaol.
If the rest finally neglect God's grace,
And choose no better than this sinful place,
The dream of pleasure which will end in shame,
They had their choice, and whom else can they blame?
Who'd censure God for one poor Bedlam's sake,
But such as of his madness do partake?
And though he rage, and sober men disdains,
Who loves his case, or longeth for his chains?
Who envy wicked men their hurting power,
Who do believe their sad approaching hour?
Who the toad's hurtful venom envieth,
Who'd have the basilisk's pernicious breath?
Who longs to be a serpent for the sting?
It's worse to be a great, but hurtful king.
Christians by patience win a better crown,
Than all the bloody conquerors' renown.
True Christian kings, who rule in peace and love
A better kingdom have with Christ above.
Our king may with more peace and safety rule,
Than the great Turk, Tartarian, or Mogul.
No king so mighty as the devil is,
Nor hath dominion so large as his.
Yet would no wise man such a devil be,
That he might be as powerful as he ;
If any would be such, his own desire
Makes him a devil fitted for hell-fire.
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