The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1852-09-04

For the Minpesotian.
Mysterious Love.

Mysterious Love.
Amazing love- OF love the n,ysteryi
Made nesh, the Word on Earth with mortal dveiti
Not like monarch, passing through his realm,
From grateful subjects homage to receive,
Though this were kind, but 'mong his enemies,
In helpless infancy became; thence up
Through al the dangers, snsres and ills Of youth
To manhood psss'd. The Lord Of all the earth
Claimed not place 70 lay his head, but wrought,
10 parents In subsection, with bis hand
In toll laborious.
That he In Paradise,
with sancuned souls should dwell 10 not
Mysterious; but that the Lord Of heaven
Should come TO earth-of sin the theater-
Where every man his utmost effort makes
His God to hate-his government despise-
And trample meath his fee: unhallowed
Hts holy lsw-this is mysterious.
He who is Lord Of lords and King Of kings,
BY man--his creature, man-as vilest slave
Is used; with sly, malignant eye is watch'd-
With ssnderous, lying tongue defam'd and refused
The confidence Of nearest friends-and BY
The traiprous hand Of follower betrayed
Forsaken by his friends-denied BY him
Who witnessed his Mcsiahship-and brought
Before the judgment seat Of men to be
Reviled, and scourRed, and spitted on-worshippcd
In mockery, falsely accused, condemned, and
Put to death as malefactor, with pain
And sorrow, far beyond conception's reach.
All this, and more than tongue can tell, or heart
Conceive, Of wickedness Of men, to him
Was In full view Yet still he came-the form
OF man upon him took; with tender heart,
And bowels yearnins Ger the Ills Of man.
With mercy winged. AMI Cd In yo,.
And eyes Of melting sympathy, he sought
The 'bodes Of men and bles led them as he went.
The deaf heard-the blind saw-the hating Icaped
With joy-the long sealed lips him praised aloud.
He spske-and fevers Hed-and withered hands
Were whole-and active, palsied limbs became:
From out them long possessed were devils cast
The graves No power to hold their captives had
The troubled sea Was calm, nor swallowed up
The votres Of the oars he broke, and blessed,
And multiplied the bread that thousands filled,
And to the poor the blessed Gospel preached.
When those he ovei had erred, and ceased to watch
For them excuse he framed-;he inward man
"Is willing" but, alas! s'the flesh is weak,
And when revilIng thief his favor sought,
He turned his head, forgiveness smiled, and said
With me thy soul in Paradise shall be.
And when with murd'rous hate, his enemies
His life blood spilled upon the cross, "Father,;'
He said, ssforgive they know not what they do.''
But most Of all, he bsre sins, and died
That we might live. Offended justice sought
Our lives, and we beneath bis stroke brought
One moment, and our immortal souls
Had been assigned to everlasting night;
Mercy cried, hold the son Of God himself
Stepped in-received the blow, which shook the earth
And solid marbles rent, and caused the sun
To hide his cheerful face-received the blow,
And with expiring breast, cried, cit is donc''-
The ransoms paid-God's law is honored, and
Nan, wretched, helpless, guilty man may live,
wondrous Lowell But still pursuing life
For man, not content the SOUPS redemption
10 complete, the 'bodes Of death he enters
Perfect ransom for Soul and body gives.
Man, al immortal, hail A risen God
Aseends to take the Mediatorial seat,
And plead the cause Of guilty man redeemed
His spirit sends to woo, convict, arouse,
And draw rebelious man to God. Nor stops
HIS love at this-his law to teach the way,
And men T. enforce that law he leaves on earth,
1o"t none may fall Of boundess, endless bliss,
sly Is this not wondrous love, mysterions9
But why attempt to sing his love? Were earth
And arching sky q PARLIAMENTARY weed
And shrub, and every twig of every tree
In al tunes flight, pen-ani every man
ready scrbe-and oceans al u.ero ,uL
While life might last each might write, but when
The ink were gone, the parchment filed, and worn
To nothing every pen-,he tale of love
OF God to man, migrate, would not be told.
Cease struggling then, my pen ! my darkened mind
Be still and rest, my troubled heart! Enough
That thou enjoy his iovc-obserre his laws!
PASTIME.
ST. PAUL, 1862.