The Christian.

Honour and happiness unite     To make the Christians name a praise;     How fair the scene, how clear the light,     That fills the remnant of his days!     A kingly character he bears,     No change his priestly office knows;     Unfading is the crown he wears,     His joys can never reach a close.     Adornd with glory from on high,     Salvation shines upon his face;     His robe is of the ethereal dye,     His steps are dignity and grace.     Inferior honours he disdains,     Nor stoops to take applause from earth:     The King of kings himself maintains     The expenses of his heavenly birth.     The noblest creature seen below,     Ordaind to fill a throne above;     God gives him all he can bestow,     His kingdom of eternal love.     My soul is ravishd at the thought!     Methinks from earth I see him rise!     Angels congratulate his lot,     And shout him welcome to the skies!