The Arminian Magazine

" My nature changed, by Jesu's saving grace,
And all my foul made meet to see his face,
I heard his call, and left your dark abode,
And swift afcended to the mount of God:
Where flaming seraphs, in harmonious strains,
Hailed my arrival on the heavenly plains.

"The Saviour next (in glorious light arrayed)
From his high throne, in cheering accents faid,
Thy tranfient sufferings are for ever o'er,
Nor pain, nor death shall e'er afflict thee more.
Receive these joys my streaming blood procured,
When for thy infant foul I death endured;
Among my virgin-train now take thy place,
And thout the wonders of redeeming grace!

" He ceased; and round his throne the radiant throng,
In hallelujahs raised a lofty song:
Unbounded joys o'erflowed my ravished heart,
And in his endless praise I gladly bore my part.

"Cease then your grief-By humble faith and prayer,
While you have life, for this blessed place prepare;
Its smallest joys no angel-tongue can tell:
Prepare to meet me here till then farewel."

Farewel blest shade! I see thy beauties rife;
The pleasing scene out-foars my gazing eyes:
Instructed thus I kiss the chaftening rod,
And freely own thy kindness, Omy God!
Thy power, thy goodness may I ever fee,
And wholly dedicate, myself, my all to thee!

Bless my whole house; prepare us all to stand
With joy among the sheep at thy right hand:
There with our babe behold thy lovely face,
Bask in the beams divine, and triumph in thy grace.

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The BENEFIT of AFFLICTION, Job v. 6, 7, 8.

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HEN huge afflictions press me down,

And forrows make my nature groan,

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Where shall I find relief?

I'll bow myself before my God
And humbly kiss the sacred rod,
Till he afswage my grief.

My numerous sins will I confess,
And own in every fore distress
The Lord is good and just:
For by experience I have found
Afflictions spring not from the ground,
Nor troubles from the dust.

So sure as sparks from burning fire,
By native force will still afpire,
And upward wing their way;
So surely man is born to pain;
Our common lot is to complain,
While here on earth we flay.

Nor is the cause so hard to tell,
Since from the Lord we basely fell,
And left the source of blifs :
How can we hope for joys serene,
While Sin, the monster lurks within,
That Parent of distress ?

To Jesus then I make my moan:-
O, plead my cause before the throne!
Thou hast the Father's ear:
Since thou for me didst undertake,
My fuit is gained-thy blood did make
Atonement at his bar.