PERFECTION.
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.—Psalm l. 2.
O when wilt thou come unto me? I will walk within my house with a perfect heart.—Psalm ci. 2.
I have seen an end of all perfection.—Psalm cxix. 96.
Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.—Matthew, v. 48.
Give glory to the Son, who came
Clothed in our fleshy, mortal frame;
Who bore our sins, vouchsafed to give
Himself to die, that we might live;
Who—holy, harmless, undefiled,
Was patient—spurned, was dumb—reviled;
Who, in the agonies of death,
Poured for His foes His parting breath;
Was perfect God and man in one:
Give glory to the Incarnate Son!
Barton.
Behold the beauty of His matchless life
In deed and thought connecting earth and heaven:—
Call every virtue which the mind conceives,
Or view perfection in sublime excess
Of glory, such as dreams of God pourtray,
And what can emulate the Prince of Peace!
R. Montgomery.
Oh! who shall paint them—let the sweetest tone
That ever trembled on the harps of Heaven,
Be discord; let the chanting seraphim,
Whose anthem is eternity, be dumb;
For praise and wonder, adoration,—all
Melt into muteness, ere they soar to Thee,
Thou sole Perfection!—Theme of countless worlds!
R. Montgomery.
Oh, Thou, who all perfection art!
How shall my soul approach to Thee?
How can my black, polluted heart
Endure Thy searching scrutiny?
Only through grace of Him by whom
The just avenging arm is stayed;
By whose descent into the tomb
Was imperfection perfect made.
Egone.