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GADSBY'S SELECTION.

" What are his charms," say they," above The objects of a mortal love?"

2 Yes, my Beloved to my sight

Shows a sweet mixture, red and white; All human beauties, all divine,

In my Beloved meet and shine.

3 White is his soul, from blemish free; Red with the blood he shed for me; The fairest of ten thousand fairs; A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4[ His head the finest gold excels;

There wisdom in perfection dwells; And glory, like a crown, adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. 5 Compassions in his heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound; His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.]

6[ His hands are fairer to behold

Than diamonds, set in rings of gold; Those heavenly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.]

7[ Though once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command, His legs like marble pillars stand.] 8[ His eyes are majesty and love,

The eagle temper'd with the dove; No more shall trickling sorrows roll Through those dear windows of his soul.]

9[ His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints, Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints; His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon, with all its trees.

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