Who are the nations of them which are saved," mentioned in the former part of the 24th verse of the xxist. chap. of the Revelations ?
Who are the kings that shall bring their honour and glory into the holy city? And in what state of being or existence are they in at that time? And who are their subjects?
And where are the characters, or persons bearing that character, after all things are made new, which are mentioned in the 27th verse of the same chapter?
THERE is a certain number consisting of two figures, and is equal to 4 times the sum of the two figures, and if you add 18 to the number the figures will be inverted, viz. the first figure will stand last and the last first-Quere the number? and how found?
BOSSUET, speaking of the universal prevalence of idolatry, says, "Every thing was God, God himself excepted; and the world which God had made to shew his power, seemed now a temple of idols."
THOU Love divine, that dost from high,
Swift ast ne tow'ring eagle fly,
Thy boundless mercies to dispense
In acts of sweet beneficence.
Thy gen'rous pity, full of cares,
Anxious as the kind bird appears,
Whose bosom, on the airy nest,
Warms with life each callow breast;
Or when she hops, and flies around,
And tunes to peace her chirping sound;
Or when thro' the expansive sky,
She aids their new-fledg'd wings to fly,
Whilst new born days her age requires,
And all her breast with care inspires,
Thus is thy kind paternal care,
Always acting ev'ry where;
Instructing all true joy to know,
By knowing whence their blessings flow.
Thy hand preserving will correct,
Till they their loathsome vice reject;
Love thy blest voice, and follow thee,
Till, from impurity made free
Thy nature is within them sown;
Thine image all their spirits crown.
Soon the swift wing'd terrors fly ;
Thou art seen exalted high;
Thee to see array'd in pow'r,
Makes the humbled soul adore;
Makes our proud rebellions cease,
Whilst thy pardon wispers peace.
Thine eye doth nature's process heed,
Expands, and vivifies the seed:
Thou call'st each embryo member forth,
And, having harden'd, gives it birth;
Thus midwife-nature speaks of thee,
O love! and points to deity.
Thou hear'st the infant,s feeble cries,
And from the breast their food supplies;
Rear'd by thy care, they upward grow,
Yet seldom thee their parent know;
Thine offspring fee thy tender cares,
Their fol'y future
pangs prepares:
The seed of vice themselves have sown,
Of quickest growth, it shoots, and fruit soon bears.
They eat! and for this madness groan.
In proud self-will, they search for peace,
In vain! Till they from self-will cease.
Daily thy tender providence,
Shews them joys 'bove carnal sense ;
And strives to raise their thoughts on high,
That they may from their sorrows fly,
And drink, by faith, a savior's blood;
And imitate, like Christ, their God.
Dire crosses, now, exerted oft in vain,
Call on thy love, to give severer pain ;
Drawn is thy bow, the arrow flies in haste,
Strikes home, and makes him all death's horrors taste.
Now conscience raves, the trembling sinner feels
The awful terrors of chastising hells:
O! how he wreathes! whilst howling groans arise,
With loud despairing curses to the skies-
"O! could existence cease with life to be!
Why was man form'd for immortality?
Why did my soul unask'd for being have?
Great tyrant, take what thou unsought for gave."
Should then some friendly voice, as sent from heav'n,
Show all his past misdeeds, thro' Christ forgiv'n.
And point a father's providential care,
His sins to crush, and save from errors snare;
Behold how curses, groans, and sorrow fails;
Thee love! in extacy the sinner hails!
He views his savior's cross, his groans, his blood,
And seizes on the pardon of his God;
Resign'd he smiles, and dies, and soars away,
To paradise, and uncreated day.
Happy the man whose healthy days,
Follow the savior's perfect ways;
He seeks to know his Father's word;
He grows in wisdom like his Lord.
What tho' he can't on fancy's wing,
O'er falsehood's regions fly and sing,
Or with imagination stray,
A pleasing, wild, but devious way:
Yet, TRUTH is his; with her sublime,
He soars beyond the bounds of time;
Flies o'er the earth-born school boy's place,
And views creation's act of grace.
His pride subdu'd, his will resign'd,
His temper's even, calm his mind;
His pow'rs all active to fulfil,
His great Creator's sov`reign will;
Through faith upon a savior's blood,
He presses on to all that's good;
His language and his actions prove,
Self is absorb'd in general love :
The savior o'er his heart his sceptre sways,
The man thro' love and habit now obeys.
View him now with gasping breath,
Struggling in the arms of death:
Hope sits smiling in his face,
Tunes his song to truth and grace,
Hark! he bids us cease to moan,
But behold his radiant crown:
By faith to see his glorious prize,
Seize, like him, millenial joys.
Earth no longer has its charms,
To keep him from his savior's arms;
See his spirit tow'r on high,
How bold his flight!
To the throne of deity.
Sinners, view it with amaze,
Saints, with holy rapture gaze.
Who the o'erflowing joys can tell,
That now th' enraptur'd, bosom swell!
His mind enlarg'd, with active pow'rs,
Before the eternal throne adores;
With glowing hopes his soul elate,
Views Messiah's prosp❜rous state;
Where Isr❜els son's in Canaan's land,
Shall all obey God's high command.
See now his soul with love o'erflow,
He longs to make the nations know
The goodness of Jehovah's word,
Till all the savior's love record,
And bow the knee to Christ their Lord.
Faith rises, till the time he see,
When Jesus shall the conq'ror prove;
And earth, and heav'n, and hell agree,
To own that God is ONLY love,
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TO souls just perishing on the stormy deep,
Not land more welcome; nor to traveller's ears
Fainting with thirst, midst Lybia's burning sands,
The sound of gushing rill at distance heard
More joy inspires, than to the burden'd mind
The voice of pardon, when high heaven reprieves
The forfeit life, and sin's great debt forgives.
How beautiful the feet that go
O'er mountains, like the fleetest roe!
To Zion's gates with haste repair,
And loudly this blest news declare.
Herald of love and peace, I bring
This message from your God and king.
Thy sins are pardon'd; raise thy head,
Let sacred joys thy heart o'erspread;
Awake, cry out, salvation's near,
No longer death or vengeance fear.
Thy crimes as crimson colour'd deep,
In mercy's breast forever sleep;
Wash'd in one blood, now whiter grow,
Than purest flakes of purest snow:
See the blest fount from his pierc'd side;
you, for all, he bled he died.
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