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And God in Christ is all my trust,
Of judgment, to expound ?
In Ifrael may be found. 2 We justly those in wisdom's list
Establish'd saints may call,
Can clearly grasp it all. 3
Yet aiming right succeed : 4
Who not at all can read. 5 (viz. David my servant): and in my name shall his horn be exalted. Ver. 28: My mercy will I keep for him for evermore, and my covenant shall stand falt with him.
1 Heb. ii. 17. Wherefore in all things it behoved him to be made like unto his brethren; that he might be a merciful and faithful High prieit, in things pertaining to God, to make reconciliation for the fins of the people. John . 77–9. If we walk in the light, as God is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Chritt, his Son, cleanseth us from all fin. If we say that we have no fin, we deceive ourlelves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our fins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our fins, and to cleante us from all unrighteousness.
2 John isi. 10. Jefus answered and said unto Nicodemus, Are thou a master of Israel, and knowest not these things?
3 Mat, xi 25. At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wife and prudent, and halt revealed them unto babes. Chap. xii. 11. Jesus answered and said unto his disciples, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given.
4 1 Cor. iii. 1, 2. And I, brethren, could not speak unto you as unto spiritual, but as upto carnal, even as unco babes in Chriit. I have fed you with milk, and not with meat: for hitherto ye were not able to bear is, neither yet How are ye able. Heb. v. 12.–14. For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. For every one that useth miik, is unikilful in the word of righ, teoulacfs : for he is a babe. But trong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even thole who, by reason of ule, have their senses exercised to difcern both good and evil. "Chap. vi. 1. Therefore, leaving the principles of the doctrine of Christ, let us go on unto perfection; not laying again the foun. dation of repentance from dead works, and of faith towards God, &c. John ji. 12, 13. I write unto you, little children, because your fins are forgiven you for his name's fake. I write unto you, little children, because ye have knowa the Father.
5 2 Cor. iv. 3, 4. But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost ; jn whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, left the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, Lhould lbiąc unto them,
The BELIEVER'S LODGING and INN,
While on Earth : or,
A POEM AND PARAPHRASE ON Psalm lxxxiv.
Ver. 1. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of bofos!
Ghost, Sole Monarch of the universal hoft, Whom the attendant armies still revere, Which in bright robes surround the higher sphere; Whose fov'reign empire fways the hellish band Of ranked legions in th’infernal land; Who hold'st the earth at thy unrivallid beck, And stay'lt proud forces with a humble check; Ev’n thou whose name commands an awful dread, Yet deign's to dwell with man in very deed : ( what refreshment fills the dwelling-place Of thine exuberant unbounded grace! Which with sweet pow'r does joy and praise extort, In Zion's tents, thine ever-loy'd refort: Where glad’ning streams of mercy from above Make souls brim-full of warm seraphic love. Of sweetest odours all thy garments smells ; Thy dismal absence proves a thousand hells, But heav'ns of joy are where thine hon ur dwells. Ver. 2. My soul longetb, yea, even fainteth for the courts
of ibe Lord: my bears and my flejo crietb out for
the living God.
My longing foul pants to behold again
Ver. 3. Yea, the Sparrow batb found an bouse, and tbe
Swallow a nefi for berself, where she may lay ber young, even tbine oltars, O Lord of bofts, my King and my God.
Alas! how from thy lovely dwellings I,
will be still praising thee.
Bless'd with the splendid lustre of his face,
What weights of bliss their happy shoulders load,
paling brough the valley of Baca, make it a well :
Such heav'n born fouls are not to earth 'd,
Traverling scorched desarts, ragged rocks,
They digging wells on this Gilboa' top,
The vale of Achor yields a door of hope :
of them in Zion appeareth before God.
O God of Jacob.