Jesus, thy name beyond all nature loud, Peals like the trumpet of eternity, Through all the chambers of responsive faith, Making them echo with the name of Christ! Nature was forfeit when the first man fell To sin, and whatsoe’er in nature lives, In reason, morals, or in mind enacts Dominion, from His vast _atonement_ flows. _R. Montgomery._ Advance, O hopeless mortal, steeled in guilt, Behold, and if thou canst, forbear to melt! Shall Jesus die, thy freedom to regain, And wilt thou drag the voluntary chain? Wilt thou refuse thy kind assent to give, When, dying, He looks down to bid thee live? Perverse, wilt thou reject the proffered good, Bought with His life, and streaming in His blood? Whose virtue can thy deepest crimes efface, Re-heal thy nature, and confirm thy peace! Can all the errors of thy life _atone_, And raise thee from a rebel to a son. _Boyse._ Lamb of God! Our Priest and Pastor, Who canst bid all evil cease, Ever dear and holy Master, Make our feeble love increase! So that when we seek Thee, owning That Thy wrath is our deserts, Thou, blest Lord, at whose _atonement_ All iniquity departs, Mayest speak forth from Thine enthronement, To our rent and wearied hearts, “Sinner, go in peace!” _C. D. Mc’ Leod._ Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme; All on earth and all in heaven Join to praise Immanuel’s name! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb! _J. Evans._ AVARICE. Some remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed thereof. They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow’s ox for a pledge. They turn the needy out of the way; the poor of the earth hide themselves together.--Job, xxiv. 2, 3, 4. Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no place, that they may be placed alone in the midst of the earth!--Isaiah, v. 8. Your gold and silver is cankered, and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days. Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped, are entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.--James, v. 3, 4. For of his wicked pelf his god he made, And unto hell himself for money sold: Accursed usury was all his trade, And right and wrong alike in equal balance weighed. _Spenser._