A LOVE LETTER!
(_To Miss --_)
Forgive a stranger who would make so free, As to declare a suitor's love for thee; And by the strength of his affection, move Thy heart to render back responsive love!
The language these few humble lines impart, Though it seem rude, is from an honest heart; From one whose only aim and object is, Thy Lover's glory, and thy future bliss.
Not for myself would I now intercede, For I, alas, no excellence can plead; My handsomest attire is homely spun, And many years my glass of life hath run!
I plead the cause of Him, at whose command, Thy soul shall one day in his presence stand; And thou for ever may'st lament the change, If once His love be turn'd into revenge!
Of all thy list of lovers finely drest, He told me secretly He was the first; That even in thy youthful frolics wild, His love was on thee, from a very child!
That often he has stood without thy door, While thou did'st other swains prefer before: That oft the tear hath dim'd his eye so bright, His locks all dripping with the dews of night!
He needs not thus admit of rivals, when He is the fairest of the sons of men!
He wooes the world, and those who hear his voice, Seldom, if ever, rue their happy choice.
He says for thee He has in battle bled, And carried weighty sorrows in thy stead; To save thy soul from infinite distress, He bruis'd the monster in the wilderness!
Nay, language fails, to say by land or sea, What perils He hath undergone for thee; Yea, many a bitter cup, and piercing smart, His soul hath felt to gain thy worthless heart!
Yes! He who thus demands thy stedfast love, Is highly honour'd in the courts above; He speaks, and sun, and moon, and stars, stand still, And stormy winds and waves obey his will!
His tender care hath been about thy bed, When midnight thunders rolled above thy head!
When trembling thou beheld'st the lightning's glare Light up thy room, and cause thee sudden fear!
To all who need Him he is sure to prove The best Physician too, when sick of love; And yet all those who fall beneath his ire, His anger doth consume and burn like fire!
How long wilt thou withhold from Him his right, Or from thyself such permanent delight, As He hath promis'd in His faithful word, Such as the hills of Paradise afford?
When will thine eyes with happy tears o'erflow?
And thy fair breast with holy ardour glow?
When will thy lips thy dearest friend surprise, By speaking out the language of the skies?
Who thus surrender Him their heart and mind, Through life's vicissitudes are sure to find "Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end,"
A faithful Lover, and a constant Friend!
Where will those flee, or what may they expect, Who his repeated overtures reject, Who put in other gods their daily trust, When He shall dash their refuge into dust?
I long to see that lovely face of thine, Beam forth with holy confidence divine; And, fully freed from sin's enthralling chain, No longer seek for happiness in vain!
If then thy love be wandering elsewhere, Thy choice decide, while He doth with thee bear; Lest thou lament thy loss with anguish keen, When Death hath fix'd a mighty gulf between!
TRUTH TRIUMPHANT!
See yon flag of crimson dye, Wave along the vaulted sky!
See yon flag, &c.
To its hem fair Truth is bound, Blood of martyrs sprinkled round; That earth's multitudes may see, Truth will have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Wicked men in vain oppose, Babes shall sing of Sharon's Rose!
Wicked men, &c.
Borne on winds from pole to pole, Like the prophet's flying roll; Ethiopia soon shall see Truth will have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Some of earth's dark corners shine, With this heav'nly light divine!
Some of earth's, &c.
Africa's dark sons obey, Pagan temples own her sway;- Own with us, 'tis God's decree, Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Turks! who will no mercy shew, Mercy is proclaim'd for you!
Turks! who will, &c.
Men are ceasing to bow down, To their gods of wood and stone; And all nations soon shall see, Truth will have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Where Truth reigns the work goes on, Christ and Truth are both but one!
Where Truth, &c.
Saints shall find the promise true, Christ will soon "make all things new;"
And rejoice at God's decree, Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Pow'rs of darkness! do your best, Put your prowess to the test!
Pow'rs of darkness! &c.
Persecution fierce employ, Jesu's kingdom to destroy, 'Tis in vain! 'tis God's decree, Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Jews! the Crucified adore, Objects of his wrath no more!
Jews! the Crucified, &c.
Own the Galilean King, With your gentile brethren sing; Now obey, 'tis God's decree, Truth shall have the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Hasten, Lord, the glorious day, Let all true believers say!
Hasten, Lord, &c.
When these frozen hearts shall flow, Each with love and wonder glow; All with one accord agree, Truth hath gain'd the Victory!
Victory! Victory!
Soon th' Archangel's trump shall sound, Wake the dead from sleep profound!
Soon the, &c.
Earth shall melt, the stars shall fall, Men on rocks and mountains call; Christ will then his saints set free:- What a glorious Victory!
Victory! Victory!