Miyerkules, Setyembre 4, 2024

Christ the Believer's Adorning Garment / Christ the Believer's Sweet Nourishment (Ralph Erskine, 1685 -1752)


Isaiah 54:5

“For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.”


Christ the Believer's Adorning Garment

Yea, thou excell'st in rich attire
     The lamp that lights the globe
Thy sparkling garment heav'ns admire,
     Thy husband is thy robe.


This raiment never waxes old,
     'Tis always new and clean:
From summer-heat and winter-cold,
     Thy husband can thee screen.


All who the name of worthies bore,
     Since Adam was undrest,
No worth acquir'd, but as they wore
     Thy husband's purple vest.


This linen fine can beautify
     The soul with sin begirt.
0 bless his name, that e'er on thee
     Thy husband spread his skirt.


Are dunghills decked with flow'ry glore,
     Which Solomon's outvie: :
Sure thine is infinitely more,
     Thy husband decks the sky.


Thy hands could never work the dress,
     By grace alone thou'rt gay.
Grace vents and reigns through righteousness,
     Thy husband's bright array.


To spin thy robe no more dost need
     Than lilies toil for theirs;
Out of his bowels ev'ry thread
     Thy husband thine prepares.


Christ the Believer's Sweet Nourishment


Thy food conform to thine array,
      Is heavenly and divine;
On pastures green, where angels play,
      Thy husband feeds thee fine.


Angelic food may make thee fair
      And look with cheerful face;
The bread of life, the double share,
      Thy husband's love and grace.


What can he give, or thou desire,
      More than his flesh and blood?
Let angels wonder, saints admire,
      Thy husband is thy food.


His flesh the incarnation bears,
      From whence thy feeding flows;
His blood the satisfaction clears,
      Thy husband doth bestows.


Th' incarnate God a sacrifice,
      To turn the wrathful tide,
Is food for faith; that way suffice
      Thy husband's guilty bride.


This strength'ning food may fit and fence
      For work and war to come;
Till through the crowd, some moments hence,
      Thy husband bring thee home:


Where plenteous feasting will succeed
      To scanty feeding here;
And joyful at the table-head
      Thy husband will appear.


Then crumbs to banquets will give place,


      And drops to rivers new:
While heart and eye will face to face
      Thy husband ever view.



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