Page:Elegy on the much lamented death, of the Rev. Mr. Thomas Monteith, late Minister of the Gospel in Dunse, who departed this life the 22d of May, 1787.pdf/7

 A poem on his laſt ſermon, which was preached a few weeks before he died, from Matth. xxii. 42. “What think ye of Chriſt?"

Beloved, what think ye of Chriſt?

Who giveth to the weary reſt:

What think ye of his lowly birth?

When he came down from heav'n to earth:

What think ye of his incarnation?

And what he did for our ſalvation,

This is the goſpel-proclamation.

What think ye of his holy life?

Free from contention, wrath, and ſtrife;

Without a wrinkle, ſpot, or ſtain,

And yet a life of grief and pain.

What think ye of the broken law?

Which he fulfill'd in every flaw:

It magnify'd, paid juſtice due,

And made it honourable too.

What think ye of his righteouſneſs?

To cover you from filthineſs:

Although polluted you have been,

'Tis he alone that makes you clean.

What think ye of this great I AM?

For to become a ſuff'ring L mbLamb [sic]:

And all this for his enemies,

He groans, and ſweets, and bleeds, and dies.

What think ye of this ſacrifice?

That did aſcend above the ſkies:

'Twas a ſweet ſavour unto God,

When he the red-wine-preſs had trode.

What think ye of his interceſſion?

He makes to God, for our tranſgreſſion!