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X ,*C611ecl:ed from the Scripture?.
II. Coimios'd on Divine Subjects.
III. Prepfr'd for the Lord'sSupper.
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By /. F/A1TS, D. D.
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The Eighteenth Edition.
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THE
PREFACE-
||&;$S||HrLE we fmg the Praifes of our God §5 W g In his Church, we are employ'd in
fMSlM that Pan °f Wor(hiP which of all *-* others is the neareft a kin to Hea- ven j ; and 'tis Pity that this, of all others, mould be pcrform'd the worft upon Earth The Gofpel brings us nearer to the heavenly State than all the former Dispensations of Crod amongfc Men : And in the la ft Days of the Gofpd we are bro't almofl within Sieht of the Kingdom of our Lord ; yet, we are very much unacquainted with the Songs cf the Nenv *Jerufalem, and unpracliYd in the M ork of Praife. To fee the dull Indifference, tne negligent and the thoughtlefs Air, that fits^upon the Faces of a whole AfTembly, . while the Pfalm is on their Lips, might tempt even a charitable Obferver to fufped tlU Fervency of inward Religion ; and 'tis much to be fear d, that the Minds of moll of the W orfliippers are ablent or'unconcern'd Per haps the Modes of Preaching in the bell Ui arches fiili want feme Degrees of Refor mation ; nor are the Methods of Prayer fo perfeel, as to ftand in need of no Corredion or improvement: But of all ou^r Religious ^ z Solemn; ties. [
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Solemnities, Pfalmody is the mofl unhappily managed : That very Action which mould elevate us to the molt delightful and divine Senfations, doth not only flat our Devotion, but too often awakens our Regret, and touches all the Springs of Uneafinefs within us. I have been long convinc'd that one great Occafion of this Evil arifes from the Matter and Words to which we confine all our Songs. Some of them are almoft oppofite to the Spi- rit of the Gofpel : Many of them foreign to the State of the New Teftament, and widely different from the prefent Circumftances of Chriftians. Hence it comes to pafs, that when fpiritual Affections are excited in us, and our Souls are rais'd a little above this tearth in the Beginning of a Pfalm, we are check'd on a fudden in our Afcent to Hea- ven, by fome Expreflions that are more fuited to the Days of Carnal Ordinances, and fit only to be fung in the Worldly Sanfiuary. When we are juft entering into an Evangeli- cal Frame, by fome of the Glories of the Gofpel presented in the brighteft Figures of Judaifm, yet the very next Line perhaps which the Clerk parctls out unto us, hath fomething in it fo extremely \feivijb and cloudy, that darkens our Sight of Gcd the Saviour. Thus by keeping too clofe to Da- i'iJ in the Houfe of God, the Vail of Mcfes \- thrown over our Hearts. While we are kindling into Divine Love by the Meditati- ons of the loving Kindnefs of God, and the
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Verfes forae dreadful Curfe againft Men is propos'd to our Lips ; That God would add Lit 'qui ty unto their Iniquity, nor let them come into his Righteoujnefs but blot them out of the Bosk of the Living. Pial. lxix. 26, 27, 28. which is (o contrary to the New Command- ment of loving our Enemies ; and even under the Old Teftament is belt accounted for, by referring it to the Spirit of Prophetick Ven- geance. Some Sentences of the Pfalmif that are exprelfive of the Temper of our own Hearts, and the Circumftances of \ our Lives, may compofe our Spirits to Serioufnefs, and allure us to a fweet Retirement within our felves ; but we meet with a following Line, which fo peculiarly belongs but to one A&ion or Hour of the Life of David or of Afafh, that breaks off our Song in the Midft ; our Confciences are affrighted, left we mould fpeak a Falfhood unto God : Thus the Pow- ers of our Souls are fhock'd on a fudden, and our Spirits ruffled, before we have Time to reflect that this may be fung only as a Hiftory of ancient Saints: And; perhaps, in fome Inftances, that Salvo is hardly fufficient nei- ther. Befides, it almoft always fpoils the De- votion, by breaking the uniform Thread of it. For while our Lips and our Hearts run on fvveetly together, applying the Words to our own Cafe, there is fomething of Divine Delight in it : But at once we are forced to turn off the Application abruptly, and our Lips fpeak nothing but the Heart of David,' Thus our own Hearts are as it were forbid A3' the
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fhe Purfuit of the Song, and then the Harmo- ny and the Worfliip grow dull of meer Ne.
celiity.
Many Miniilers, and many private Chrifti- ans, have W groan'd under this Inconveni- enco, an<£ have wifW rather than att ed a
Reformation: At their importunate and re- pcated Requefti I have for fome Years paft de- voted many Hour* of Leifure to this Service, Par oe it from my Thoughts to lay afide the I*ook of Pidms m publick Worfhip ; few can pretend fo great a Value for them as my {elf • ft is the moll Artful, mod Devotional and Di- vine Colledion of Poefy ; and nothing can be fuppos d more proper to raife a pious Soul to Heaven, than fome Parts of that Book ; never was a Piece of experimental Divinity fo nobly written, and fo juitly reverenc'd andadmir'd- But it muft be acknowledged Hill, that there are a thoufand Lines in it which were not made for a Church in our Days, to a/Tume as its own: There are alfo many Deficiencies of Light and Glory, which our Lord Jcfiu and his Apoftles have fupplied in the Writings of the New Tertament ; and with this Advantage I have compos'd thefe Spiritual Songs, which are now prefented to the World. Nor is the Attempt vain glorious or prefuming ; for in re- fpeft of clear Evangelical Knowledge, The I Uf \* ilH Ki"&dom °f Heaven is greater than all the Jenxijh Prophets, Mat. xl. 1 1 .
Now let me give a fhort Account of the fol- lowing Compo/ures.
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The greateft Part of them are fuited to the general State- of the Gofpel, and the moft common Affairs of Chriftians : I hope there will be very few found but what may properly be ufed in a religious Aflembly, and not one of them but may well be adapted to fome Sea- ons, either of private or of publick'Worfhip. The moft frequent tempers ancj Changes of our Spirit, and Conditions of our Life, are here copied, and the Breathings of our Piety exprefs'd according to the Variety of our Paf? fions ; our Love, our Fear, our Hope, our Defire,'our Sorrow, ©ur Wonder, and our Joy, as they are rehVd into Devotion, and aft un- der the Influence and Conduct of the BleiTed Spirit ; all converfing with God the Father by the new and living Way of Accefs to the Throne, even the Perfon and Mediation of our Lord Je/us Cbrijf. To him alfo, even to the Lamb that <wasjlain and noiv lives , Ihav£ addreiVd many a Song ; for thu& doth the Holy Scripture inftrutt and teach us to worfhip, in the various inert Patterns of Chriftian Pfaimo- dy defcrib'd in the Revelations. I have avoid- ed the moreobfeure and controverted Points of Chriftianity, that we might all obey the Direc- tion of the Word of God, and fag his Praift: nuiih Under/landing, Pfal. xlvii. 7. The Con- tentions and diftinguifhing Words of Sects and Parties are fecluded, that whole Afkmblies might a.ffift at the Harmony, and 'different Churches join in the fame Worm ip without Offence.
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If any Expreflions occur to the Reader that favour of an Opinion different from his own, yet he may obferve thefe are generally fuch as are capable of an extcnfive Senfe, and may be ufed with a charitable Latitude. I think 'tis moft agreeable, that what is provided for pub- lick Singing, mould give to fincere Confciences as little Difturbance as poffible. However, where any unpleafing Word is found, he that leads the Worfhip may fubftitue a better ; for (bleiTed be God) we are not confined to the Words of any Man in our publick Solemnities.
The whole Book i& written in four Sorts of Metre, and fitted to the moft common Tunes. I have feldom permitted a Stop in the middle of a Line, and feldom left the end of a Line without one, to comport a little with the un- happy Mixture of Reading and Singing, which cannot prefently be reformed. The Metaphors are generally funk to the Level of vulgar Ca- pacities. I have aim'd at Eafe of Numbers anol Smoothnefs of Sound, and endeavoured to make the Senfe plain and obvious. If the Verfe appears fo gentle and flowing as to incur the Ccnfure of Feeblenefs, I may honeftly affirm, that fometimes it coft me Labour to make it fo : Some of the Beauties of Poefy are neglec- ted, and fome wilfully defac'd : I have thrown out the Lines that were too fonorous, and have given an Allay to the Verfe, left a more exal- ted Turn of Thought or Language mould dar- ken or difturb the Devotion of the weakeft Souls. But hence it comes to pafs, that I have been forc'd to lay afide many Hymns after they
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were finiuYd, and utterly exclude them from this Volume, becaufe of the bolder Figures of Speech that crouded themfelves into the Verfe, and a 'more unconhVd Variety of Number, which I could not eafily reitrain.
Thefe, with many other Divine and Moral Compofures, are now printed in a fecond Edi- tion of the Poems, entitled, Horce Lyrica: ; for as in that Book l have endeavoured to pleafe and profit the politer Part of Mankind, with- out offending the plainer Sort of Chriftians, f® in this it has been my Labour to promote the pious Entertainment of Souls truly ferious, e- ven of the meaneft Capacity, and at the fame Time (if pomble) not to give Difguft to Per- sons of richer Senfe, and nicer Education ; and I hope, in the prefent Volume this End will appear to be purfued with much greater Happinefs than in the firft Impreffion of it, though the World allures me tne former has not much reafon to complain.
The Whole is divided into three Books.
Ita the Firfty I have borrow'd the Senfe and much of the Form of the Song from fome par- ticular Portions of Scripture, 2nd have para- phras'd mod of the Doxoiogies in the New Teftament, that contain any Thing in them peculiarly Evangelical ; .and many Parts of the Gld Teftaraent alfo, that have a Refeienceto the Times of the Mcjfiah. In thefe I expect to be often cenfur'd for a too religious Obfer- vance of the Words of Scripture, whereby the Verfe is weakened and debas'd, according to the Judgment cf the Criticks : But 35 my A 5 wipfc
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whole Defign was to aid the Devotion of Chriftians, (o more efpecially in this Part: And I am fatisfied I mall hereby attain two Ends, trix. &%ft the Worfhip of alf ferious Minds, to whom the Expreffions of Scripture are ever dear and delightful, and gratify the Tafte and Inclination of thofe who think no- thing muft be fung unto God but the Tranfla- tions of his own Word. Yet yOu will always find 'in this Paraphrafe dark Expreffions en- Kghten'd, and the Levitical Ceremonies and Hebrew Forms of Speech chang'd into the Worihip of the Gofpel, and explain'd in the Language of our Time and Nation ; and what would not bear fuch an Alteration, is omitted and laid afide. After this Manner mould I rejoice to fee a good Part of the Book of Ffalms fitted for the Ufe of our Churches, and David converted into a Chriflian : But becaufe I can- not perfuade others to attempt this glorious Work, I have fuffered my felf to be perfuaded to begin it, and have, thro' Divine Goodnefs, already proceeded half Way through.
The Second Part confifts of Hymns, whofe Form is of mere human Compofures, but [ hope the Senfe and Materials will always ap- pear Divine. I might have brought fome Text or other, and apply'd it to the Margin of every Verfe, if this Method had been as ufeful as it was eafy. If there be any Poems in the Book that are capable of giving Delight to .Perfons of a more renVd Tafte and polite Education, perhaps they may be found in this Part ; but except thev l.iv licifm,
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and enter into a devout Frame, every Ode here already defpairs of pleafmg. I confefs my felf to have been too often tempted, away from the more Spiritual Defign9 I propos'd, by Tome
fay and flowery Expreffions that gratify'd the ancy ; the bright Images tco often prevail'4 above the Fire of Divine .Af7scT:ion ; and the Light exceeded the Heat : Yet I hope, in ma- ny of them the Reader will find that Devotion, dictated the Song, and the Head and Hand were nothing but Interpreters and Secretaries to the Heart : Nor is the Magnificence or Bold- nefs of the Figures comparable to that Divine Licenfe which is found in the {8th and 63th Plalms, feveral Chapters of Job, and other Poetical Parts of Scripture : And in this Re- fpeft I may hope to efcape the Reproof of'thofe who pay a Tacred Reverence to the Bible.
I ha,ye prepared the Third Part only for the Celebration of the Lord's Supper, that, in I- mitation of our Bleffed Saviour, we might fing an Hymn after we have partaken of the Bread and Wine. Here you will find fome Paraphra- fes of Scripture, and fome other Compofitjons. There are above One Hundred Hymns in the two former Parts that may very properly be ufed in this Ordinance, and fometimes perhaps appear more fuitable than any of trfcfe laft ; But the . are Expreffions generally ufed in thefe which confine 'em only to the Table Lord, and therefore I have diiiinguifh'd let 'em by themfelves.
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If t*he LORD, who inhabits the Praiies of Ifraeh Hiall refufe to fmile upon this Attempt for the Reformation of Pfalmody amongft the Churches, yet I humbly hope that his bleffed Spiiit will make thefe Compofures ufeful to private Chriftians ; and if they may but attain the Honour of being efteem'd pious Medita- tions, to aflift the devout and the retir'd Soul in the Exercifes of Love, Faith and Joy, 'twill be a valuable Compenfation of my Labours : My Heart mall rejoice at the Notice of it, and my God {hall receive the Glory. This was my Hope and Vow in the flrft Publication; and 'tis now my Duty to acknowledge to him, with Thankfulnefs, how Hfeful he has made thefe Gbmpoiitions already, to the Comfort and Edi- fication of Societies, and of private Perfons : And upon the fame Grounds I have a better Profpedt, and a bigger Hope of much more Service to the Church, by the large Improve- ments of this Edition, if the Lord who dwells 5n Zion fhall favour it with his continued Blc& fin-.
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To the Reverend
Dr. W ATI Sy
On His
DIVINE POEMS.
SAY, Smiling Mufe, what heav'nly Strain Forbjds the Waves to roar ; Comes gently gliding o'er the Main, And charms our lift'ning Shore !
What Angel ftrikes the trembling Strings ;
And whence the golden Sound ! Or is it Watts — - or Gabriel lings
From yon celeftial Ground ?
'Tis Thou, Seraphick Watts ; Thy Lyre
Plays foft along the Floods ; Thy Notes, the anfw'ring Hills infpire,
And bend the waving Woods.
The Meads, with dying Mufick fill'd,
Their fmiling Honours mow, While, whifp'ring o'er each fragrant Field.
The tuneful Breezes blow.
The Rapture founds in ev'ry Trace,
Ev'n the rough Rocks regale, Freih flow'ry Joys flame o'er the Face
Of ev'ry laughing Vale
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And Thou, my Soul, the Tranfport own,
Fir'd with immortal Heat ; Whilft dancing Pulfea driving on,
About thy Body beat.
Long as the Sun fhall rear his Head,
And chafe the flying Glooms, As blufhingfrOm his nuptiakBed
The gallant Bridegroom comes : Long as the dufky Ev'ning files
And fheds a doubtful Light, While fudden rufh along the Skie*
The fable Shades of Night :
O Watts, thy fucred Lays,fo long.
Shall ev'ry Bofom fire; And ev'ry Mnfe, and 'ev'ry Tongue
To fpeak thy Praife, confpire. When thy fair Soul fhall on the Wings
Of (houting Seraphs rife, And with fuperior Sweetnefs fings
Amid thy native Skies ; Still (hall thy lofty Number flow,
Melodious and Divine ; And Choirs above, and Saints below.
A deathlefs Chorus! join. To our far Shores the Sound ihall roll,
(So Philomela fung) And Eaft to Weftfc and Pole to Pole
Th' Eternal Time prolong.
New ■ England M . B y i. e s .
$oflont March 15,
HYMNS
HYMNS
AND
SPIRITUAL SONGS,
BOOK J.
Collected from the Holy Scriptures- I . A New Sovg to the Lamb that was Jfoirr,
Rev. v. 6,
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7, », 9> EHOLD the Glories of the Lamb Amidft his Fathers Thone j Prepare new Honours for his Name, And Songs before unknown. & Let Eiders worfnip at his Feet, The Church adore around, With Vials full of Odours fweet, And Harps of Tweeter Sound. 3 Thofe are the Prayers of the Saints, And rhefe the Hymns they raife : Jeftis is kind to our Complaints, .He loves to hear our Prai'fe.
[4 Eternal
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[4 Eternal Father, who fhall look Into thy fecret Will ? Who but the Son Should take that Book, And open ev'ry Seal !
5 He fhall fulfil thy great Decrees,
The Son defervesit well ; Lo, in his Hand the Sovereign Keys Of Heav'n, and Death and Hell]
6 Now to the Lamb that once was flain,
Be endlefs BJeflings paid ; Salvation, Glory, Joy remain For ever on thy Head.
7 Thou haft redeem'd our Souls with Blood,
Haft fet the Pris'ners freet Haft made us Kings and Priefts to God, And we fhall reign with thee.
8 The Worlds of Nature and of Grace
Are put beneath thy Pow> ; Then fhorten thefe delaying Days, And bring the promis'd Hour.
II. The Deity and Humanity ofCbrijl, John i. i, '3, 14. and Col. i. 16. and Eph. iii.. 9. 10.
7'ER the blueHeav'ns were ftretch'd abroad,
From Everlafiing was the Word ; with God he was ; the Word was God, And muft divinely be ador'd. By hi: own ?o\vV were all Things made ; ported all Things ftand ; the whole Creation's Head, And S at his Command.
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B.I. Spiritual SONGS. 3
3 E'er Sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the Hoft of Morning-Stars ; (Thy Generation who can tell,
Or count the Number of thy Years ?)
4 Butlo, he leaves thofe Heavenly Forms The Woid defcends and dwells in Clay, That he may hold Converfe with Worms, Dreil in fuch feeble Flelli as they.
5 Mortals with Joy beheld his Face, Th' Eternal Father's only Son ;
How full of Truth ! how full of Grace ? When thro' his Eyes the Godhead ihone J
6 Arch-Angels leave their high Abode, •To, learn new Myft'ries here, and tell The Loves of our descending God, The Glories of EMANUUL.
III. The Nativity of Cbrift, Luke i. 30. &V, Luke ii. 10, &c
1 "OEHOLD, the Grace appears,
jD The Promife is fulfill^ ; Mary the Wondrous Virgin bears,
And Jefus is the Child. [-2 The Lord, the Higheft God,
Calls him his only Son ; He bids him rule the Lands abroad,
And gives him Da<vid\ Throne.
3 O'er Jacob fhall he reign With a peculiar Sway ;
The Nations fhall his Grace obtain, His Kingdom ne'er decay.]
4 To bring the glorious News, A heavenly Form appears ;
He
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He tells the Shepherds of their Joys, And banifhes their Fears.
5 Go bumble Swains, faid he, To David'j City fly,
The promised Infant born to Day,
Dotb in a Manger lye. 6. With Looks and Hearts ferene,
Go vijit Chrift your King i And ftrait a flaming Troop was feen ;
The Shepherds heard them fing. 7 Glory to God on High,
And heavenly Peace on Earth, GoodWill to Men, to Angels Joy,
At the Redeemers Bit th. [8 In Worfhip fo Divine
Let Saints imploy their Tongues ; With the Celeftial Hoft we join,
And loud repeat their Songs. g Glory to God on High,
And heavenly Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men, to Angels Joy,
At our Redeemer s Birth.']
IV. Referred to the 2d Pfalrn, V.Submiflion to Aff.Siive Providence, Job i. 21.
1 ^k "T AKED as from the Earth we came, i.^ And crept to Life at fir ft,
We to the Earth return again, And mingle wkhour Duft.
2 The dear Delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own, Aprbut (hort Favours borrow'd Now, To be repaid Anon.
2 Tis
B.I. Spiritual SONGS.
3 Tis God that lifts our Comforts high, Or finks them in the Grave, ' He gives, and (bleffed be his Name)
He takes but what he gave. f Peace, all our angry Paffions then Let each rebellious Sigh Be filent at his Sovereign Will . And ev'ry Murmur die. 5 If fmiling Mercy crown our Lives, It's Praifes (hall be fpread, And we'll adore the Juftice too That ftrikes our Comforts dead.
VI. Triumph over Death, Job xix. 25, 26,27.
1 ^ RE AT GOD, I own thy Sentence juft, VJT And Nature muft decay, I yield my Body to the Duft; To dwell with Fellow-Clay. z Yet Faith may triumph o'er the Grave, And trample on the Tombs -; ^ty Jefus> mY Redeemer lives, My God, My Saviour comes. 3 The mighty Conqu'ror fhall appear High on a Royal Seat, And Death, the laft of all his Foes, Lie vanquifti'd at his Feet. 4. Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin, And gnaw my wafting Flefh, When God (hall build my Bones again,
He cloaths 'em all afrefh. Then fhall I fee thy lovely Face With ilrong immortal Eyes,
And
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And fealt upon thy unknown Grace With Pleafure and Surprize.
VII. The Invitation of the Go/pel, or, Spiritual Food and Cloatbing ; Ifa.lv. I, 2, &c.
1 T ET ev'ry mortal Ear attend; I / And ev'ry Heart rejoice,
The Trumpet of the Gofpel founds With an inviting Voice.
2 Ho, all ye hungry ftarving Souls,
That feed upon the Wind, And vainly ftrive with earthly Toys To fill an empty Mind :
3 Eternal Wifdom has prepar'd
A Soul reviving Fealr, And bids your longing Appetites The rich Provision tafte.
4 Ho, ye that pant for living Streams,
And pine away and die ; Here you may quench your raging Thirfl With Springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of Love and Mercy here
In a rich Ocean join ; Salvation in Abundance flows, Like Floods of Milk and Wine. [6 Ye periling and naked Poor, Who work with mighty Pain, To weave a Garment of your own, That will not hide.your Sin ; 7 Come naked, and adorn your Soul, In Robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the Labours of his Son, And dy'd in his own Blood.]
8 Deai-
B.I. Sfitiittzl SONGS. 7
8 Dear God, the Treafures of thy Love
Are everlafling Mines, Deep as our helplefs Miferies are, And boundlefs as our Sins.
9 The happy Gates of Gofpel-Grace
St?.nd open Night and Day ; Lord, we are come to feek Supplies, And drive our Wants away.
VIII. The Safety and Protection of 'the Church, Ifa. xxvi. 1, 2, 4, 5, 6.
2 T TOW honourable is the Place
A A Where we adoring ftand,
Zion, the Glory of the Earth,
And Beauty of the Land I
2 Bulwarks of mighty Grace defend
The City where we dwell ; The Walls of ftrong Salvation made^ Defy the AiTaults of Hell.
3 Lift up the everlafling Gates,
The Doors wide open fling ; Enter ye Nations that obey The Statutes of our King.
4 Here (hall you tafte unmingJed Joy?,
^ And live in perfect Peace ; You that have known Jehonah's Name, And ventur'd on his Grace.
5 Truft in the Lord, for ever truft,
And baniih all your Fears; Strengrh in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his Years.
6 What the" the Rebels dwell on h,Vh,
HrsAfm'Aall bring thenripw^
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Low as the Caverns of the Grave
Their lofty Head fhall bow. 7 On Babylon our Feet fhall tread,
In that rejoicing Hour ; The Ruins of her Walls fhall fpread
A Pavement for the Poor.
IX. The Promifes of the Covenant ofGracet Ifa. lv. i, 2. Zech. xyi. I. Mic. vii. 19. Ezek. xxxvi. 25, &c.
1 TN vain we lavifh out our Lives A- To gather empty Wind,
The choicefl: Bleflings Earth can yield Will flarve a hungry Mind.
2 Come, and the Lord fhall feed our Souls
With more fubftantial Meat, With fuch as Saints in Glory love, With fuch as Angels eat.
3 Our God will evVy Want fupply,
And fill our Hearts with Peace ; He gives by Cov'nant and by Oath The Riches of his Grace.
4 Come, and hell cleanfe our fpotted Souls,
And warn away our Stains In the dear Fountain that his Son Pour'd from his dying Veins. [5 Our Guilt fhall vanifh all away, Tho1 black as Hell before; . Our Sins fhall fink beneath the Sea, And fhall be found no more.
6 And left Pollution mould e'er-fyread
Our inward PcwVs again,1
g. I. Spiritual i>UNGS. \
His Spirit mall bedew ourSouis
Like purifying Rain.] 7 Our Heart, that flinty ftubborn Thing,
That Terrors cannot move, That fears no Threatnings of his Wrath,
Shall bediffolv'd by Love. S Or he can take the Flint away
That would not be refin'd, And from the Treafures of his Grace
Beftow a fofter Mind.
9 There fhall his facred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his Law, And ev'iy Motion of our Souls To fwift Obedience draw.
10 Thus will he pour Salvation down,
And we mail render Praife ;
We the dear People of his Love,
And he our God of Grace.
X. The Blejfednefs of Gofpel-Times ; or, ftfe Revelation of Chriji to Jews and Gentiles. ifa. v. 2, 7, 8, 9, lo. Mat. xiii. 16, 17,
HOW beautioas are their Feet Who ftand on ZWs Hill, (Who bring Salvation on their Tongues, And Words of Peace reveal ! How charming is their Voice ! How tweet the Tidings are f c Zien, behold thy Saviour King, " He reigns and triumphs here. 3 How happy are our Ears, That hear this joyful Sound,
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Which Kings,and Prophets waited for, And fought, but never found !
4 How bleffed are our Eyes, That fee this Heav'nly Light ;
Prophets and King's defir'd it long, But dy'd without the Sight !
5 The Watchmen join their Voice, And tuneful Notes employ ;
Jerufalem breaks forth in Songs, And Defarts learn the Joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his Arm Thro1 all the Earth abroad ;
Let ev'ry Nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.
XL The Humble enlightened \ and 'Carnal ' Reafon bumbled j or, The Sovereignty cfGrac^ Luke x. 21, 22.
1 ' I % Here was an Hour when Chriftrejoic'd,
X And fpoke his Joy in Words of Praife; " Father, I thank thee, mighty God, " Lord of the Earth, and Heavens andSeas.
2 " I thank thy Sov'reign Pow'r and Love,
" That crowns my Doctrine with Succefs ; '* And makes the Babes in Knowledge learn " The heights, & breadths, & lengths of Grace.
3 " But all this Glory lies conceal'd
" From Men of Prudence and of Wit ;
«' The Prince of Darknefs blinds their Eyes,
" And their own Pride refills the Light.
4 " Father, 'tis thus, becaufe thy Will " Chofe and ordain'd ic mould be fo ; " 'Tis thy Delight t' abafe the Proud, •' And lay the hai'ghtv Scorner low,
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5 " There's hone can know the Father right, " But thofe who learn it from the Son,
" Nor can the Son be well receiv'd,
" But where the Father makes him known.''
6 Then let our Souls adore our God, That deals his Graces as he pleafe ; Nor gives to Mortals an Account Or of his Aclions, or Decrees.
XIL Free Grace in revealing Chr;J}, Luk. x. 2 I.
1 yESUS the Man of conftant Grief, J A Mourner all hi# Days ;
His Spirit once rejoic'd aloud, And turn'd his Joy to Praife.
2 father, I thank thy nvond'rcus Love,
That hath reveal V thy Son
To Men unlearned ; and to Babes
Has made thy Gofpel known.
3 Thy MyJVries of Redeeming Grace
Are hidden from the Wife, While Pride and carnal Reasonings h- To ftvell and blind their Eyes.
4 Thus doth the Lord of Heav'nand Earth
His great Decrees fulfil, And orders all his Works of Grace By his ©wn Sovereign Will. XIII. The Son of God incarnate : Or, The Titles
aridjbe Kingdom of thrift, Ifa. ix. 2, 6, 7 1 'TP HE Lands that long in Darknek Jay
JL Now have beheld a HeavYJy Lirh> \ Nations that fat in Death's cold Shade, Are bleft with Beams divinely bright.
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2 The Virgin's promis'd Son is born ; Behold th' expected Child appear : What fhall his Names or Titles be ? The Wonderful, The Counfellor.
3 This Infant is the mighty God, Come to be fuckled and ador'd ; Th' Eternal Father, Prince of Peace, The Son of David, and his Lord.]
4 The Government of Earth and Seas Upon his Shoulders mail be laid ; His wide Dominions mall increafe, And Honours to his Name be paid.
5 Jefus the holy Child fhall fit
High on his Father David's Throne, ShaJl crufli his Foes beneath his Feet, And reign to Ages yet unknown. XIV. The Triumph of Faith : Or, i Chrif's un- changeable Love, Rom. viii. 33, &'c. 1 \ T7HO mall the Lord's ElecT: condemn ? W 'Tis God that juftifies their Souls, And Mercy, like a mighty Stream, O'er all their Sins divinely rolls. - Who fhall adjudge the Saints to Hell ? 'Tis Chrift that fuffer'd in their Head ; And the Salvation to fulfil, Behold him riling from the Dead. .3 He lives! he lives ? and fits above, Forever interceding there : Who mall divide us from his Love, Or what mould tempt us to defpair ? hall PerfeciKion, or Difirefs, ftiae;. or Sword, or Nakedriefs ?
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He that hath lov'd us bears us thro', And make us more than Conqu'rors too.
5 Faith hath an over. coming Power, It triumphs in the dying Hour : Chrid is our Life, our Joy, our Hope, Nor can we fink with fuch'a Prop.
6 Not all that Men. on Earth can do, Nor Pow'rs on high, nor Pow'rs below, Shall caufe his Mercy to remove,
Or wean our Hearts from Cbrijl our Love: XV. Our own Weaknefs, and Chrift our Strength,
2 Cor. xii. 7, 9, 10. i T ET me but hear my Saviour fay,
JL, Strength Jhall be equal to thy Day ;
Then I rejoice in deep DiftrefsK
Leaning on all-fufficient Qrace. •; I glory in Infirmity,
That ChriJT% own Pow'r may reft on me ;
When I am weak, then am I ftrong,
Grace is my Shield, and Chrift my Song. ; I can do all Things, or can bear
All Suff 'rings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet Pleasures mingle with the Pains,
While his Left-Han^ my Head fuftains. . But if, the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the Work alone,
When new Temptations fpring and rife,
We find how great our Weaknefs is. ; So Sampfon, when his Hair was loft,
Met the Philiftines to his Coft ;
Shook his vain Limbs with fad Surprize,
Made feeble Fight, and loft his Eyes,
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XVI. Hofanna to Chrift, Matt. xxi. 9.
Luke xix. 38, 50.
1 JJOSJNNJ to the Royal Son
Of David's antient Line, His Nature's Two, his Perfon One, Myfterious and Divine.
2 The root of David here we find,
And Off-fpring is the fame ; Eternity and Time are join'd In our Emanuel's Name,
3 Bleft He that comes to wretched Men
With peaceful News from Heav'n ; Ho/annas of the higheft Strain To Chrtft the Lord begiv'n.
4 Let Mortals ne'er refufe to take
Th' Hofanna on their Tongues, Left Rocks and Stones fhould rife, and break their Silence into Songs.
XVII. ViQory over Death, 1 Cor. xv. 55, &C.
1 C\ ^oran ovcr- coming Faith \J To chear my dying Hours, To triumph o'er the Monfter Death, And all his frightful Pow'rs. Z Joyful, with all the Strength I have, My quiv'ring Lips fhould fmg, Wbtre is thy boajied Via"ryt Grave T And ivbere the MonJIers Sting ? 3 If Sin be pardon'd I'm fecure, Death hath no Sting befides; The Law gives Sin its damning Power; But Chrifl, my Ranfom, dy'd.
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4 Now to the God of Victory
Immortal Thanks be paid, Who makes us Conqu'rors while we die,
Through Chriji our living Head.
XVIII. Bleffed are the Dead that die in the
Lord, Rev. xiv. 13.
1 JJEar what the Voice from Heav'n pror
For all the pious Dead, (claims
Sweet is the Savour of their Names, And foft their fleeping Bed.
2 They die in Jefus, and are bleft ; How kind their Slumbers are !
From Sufferings and from Sins releas'd, And freed from ev'ry Snare.
3 Far from this World of Toil and Strife,, They're prefent with the Lord ;
The Labours of their Mortal Life End in a large Reward.
XIX, The Seng of Simeon : Or, Death made
deferable, Luke i. 27, §:c.
1 T ORD, at thy Temple we appear, I j As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Saviour here ; O make car Joys the fame !
2 With what Divine and vaft Delight The good old Man was fili'd;
When fondly in his wither'd Arms
He clafp'd the holy Child. ?, N;xv I can leave this If or Id, he ery'u,
Behold thy Servant dies ; V<ve feen thy great Salvation, Lord,
And lojs piy peaceful Eves.
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This is the Light prepaid to Jhine
Upon the Gentile Lands, Thine Ifrael\r Glory, and their Hope, To break their Jlavijh Bands.
[ 5 Jefus* the Vifion of thy Face Hath over-pow'ring Charms ; Scarce mall I fed Death's cold Embrace, If Chrijl be in my Arms.
6 Then while ye hear my Heart-flrings break, How fweet my Minutes roll f A mortal Palenefs on my Cheek, And Glory in my Soul.]
XX. Spiritual Apparel, (viz.) The Robe of
Right eou/nefsy and Garments of Salvation,
Ifa. fori,' io.
1 A WAKE my Heart, arife my Tongue, O Prepare a tuneful Voice \ '
In God the Life of all my Joys Aloud will I rejoice.
2 Tis he adorn'd my naked Sou!,
^ And made Salvation mine ; Vpon a poor poluted Worm He makes his Graces flbine.
3 And left the Shadow of Apot
^ Should on my Soul be found, He took the Robe the Saviour wrought, And call it all' around.
4 I Tow far the heav'nly Robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear !
inents, how bright tkey mine ! How white the Garment are ! '
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5 The Spirit wrought my Faith and Love,
And Hope, and ev'ry Grace, Bat ye/us {pent his Life to work The Robe of Righteoufnefs.
6 Strangely, my Soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three ; In fweeteft Harmony of Praife Let all thy Pow'rs agree.
XXI. AVifon of the Kingdom of Cbrift among Men, Rev. xxi. i, 2, 3, 4.
1 " * O, what a glorious Sight appears L/ To our believing Eyes !
The Earth and Seas are pail away, And the old rolling Skies.
2 From the third Heav'n where God refides s
That holy, happy Place, The Ne<w ferufalem comes down Adorn'd with mining Grace.
3 Attending Angels ftiout for Joy,
And the bright Armies fing, Mortals 1 b eh old th ef acred Seat Of your defcending King.
4 The God of Glory donvn to Men
Removes his hied Abode ; Men the dear OhjeSis of his Grace, And he the loving God.
5 His own foft Handjball^ipe the Tears,
From evry weeping Eye, r
And Pains, and Groans, and Grief , and Fear r. And Death itfelfjball die. © How long, dear Saviour, oh how Ion g, Shall this bright Hour delzy ?
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Fly fwifter round, ye Wheels of Time, And bring the welcome Day. XXII. andXXill. Refer' d to the nyh^hXvi
XXIV. The rich Sinner dying, Pfal. xlix. 6, 9 Eccl. viii. 8. Job iii. 14 15.
1 IN vain the wealthy Mortals toil,
J^ And heap their mining Dull in vain, Look down and fcorn the humble Poor, And boaft their lofty Hills of Gain.
2 Their Golden Cordials cannot cafe Their pained Hearts or aching Heads, Not fright, nor bribe approaching Death From glittering Roofs and downy Beds.
3 The lingring, the unwilling Soul The difmal Summons muft obey, And bid a long, a fad Farewel, To the pale Lump of lifelefs Clay.
Thence they are huddled to the Grave, Where Kings and Slaves have equalThrones Their Bones without Diftinclion lie Arnnngft the Heap ofmeaner Bones. 'The reft referr d to the ^th Pialm.
XV. AVifion of the Lamb, Rev. v. 6, 7, 8, c
ALL Mortal Vanities be gone, Nor tempt my Eyes, nor tire my Ears Behold amidft th' eternal Throne A Virion of the- Lamb appears. [2 Glory his fleecy Robe adorns,
iMark'd with the bloody Death he bore ; Seven are Eyes, and iev'n his Horns, Tofpeak his Wifdom and his Pov
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3 Lo, he receives a fealed Book From him thit fits upon the Throne ; Jejas, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark Decrees, and Things unknown.]
4 All the affembling Saints around Fall worfhipping before the Lamb, And in new Songs of Gofpel-Sound Addrefs their Honours to his Name.
[5 The Joy, the Shout, the Harmony Flies o'er the Everlafting Hills ; Worthy art thou alone (they cry) To read the Book^ to loofe the Seals. J
6 Our Voices join the Hcav'nly Strain, And with tranfporting Pleafure fing, Worthy the Lamb that once was ilain, To be our Teacher and our King*
7 His Word*, of Prophecy reveal Eternal Counfels, deep Defigns ; His Grace and Vengeance fhall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful Lines.
g Thou haft redeem'd our Souls from Hell With thiae invaluable Blood ; And Wretches that did once Rebel, Are now made Favorites of their God.
9 Worthy for ever is the Lord,
That dy'd for Treafons not his own,
By evTry Tongue to be ador'd,
And dwell upon his Father's Throne.
XXVI. Hope of Heaven hy the Refurreflion of Chrift, 1 Pet. i. 3, 4, 5.
BLEST be the Everlafting God, The Father of our Lord,
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Be his abounding Mercy prais'd, His Majefty ador'd.
2 When from the Dead he rais'd his Son,
And call'd him to the Sky,
He gave our Souls a lively Hope
That they mould never die.
3 What tho' our inbred Sins require
Our Flefh to fee the Duft, Yet as the Lord our Saviour rofe, So all his Followers muft.
4 There's an Inheritance Divine
Referv'd againft that Day, xTis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot wafle away.
5 Saints by the Pow'r of God are kept,
Till the Salvation come ; We walk by Faith as Strangers here, Till Chrift mall call us home.
XXVII. Ajfurance of Heaven i or, a Saint pre- paid to die, 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, S, 18.
[i.T"\EATH may diffolve my Body now, \J And bear my Spirit home ; Why do my Minutes move fo flow, Nor my Salvation come ?
2 With heav'nly Weapons I have fought
The Battles of the Lord, Finilh'd my Courfe, and kept the Faith, And wait the fure Reward.]
3 God has laid up in Heav'n for me
A Crown which cannot fade ; The Righteous Judge at that great Day Shall place it on my Head.
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4 Nor hath the King of Grace deereed
This Prize for me alone ; But all that love and long to fee Th' Appearance of his Son.
5 Jefus the Lord (hall guard me fafe
From ev'ry ill Defign ; AntMe-his heavenly Kingdom keep This feeble Soul of mine.
6 God is my everlafting Aid,
And Hell ihallrage in vain ; To him be higheft Glory paid, And endlefs Praife. Amen.
XXVIII. The Triumph ofChrift over the Enemies of his Church t Ifa. lxiii. i, z, 3, &c.
1 "TT7 HAT mighty Man, or mighty God
W Comes travelling in State, Along the ldumean Road, Away from Bozrah's Gate.
2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'Tis fome vi&orious King ; " Tis I, the Juft, th' Almighty One, " That your Salvation bring.
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy Saints enquire,
Why thine Apparel red ?. And all thy Vefture ftain'd like thole, 1 Who in the Wine-prefs tread ?
U " J by my felf have trod the Prefs, '* And cru'fhM my Foes alone ; " My Wrath has ftruck the Rebels dead, '* My Fury ftamp'd them down. 5 " 'ThEdom's Blood that dyes my Robes "_ With joyful Scarlet S^ins j..
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" The Triumph that my Raiment wears " Sprang from their bleeding Veins. 6 " Thus mail the Nations be deflroy'd " That dareinfult my Saints; M I have an Arm t 'avenge their Wrongs, " An Ear for their Complaints.
XXIX. The Second Part : Or, The Ruin of Antichrift, ver. 4, 5, 6, 7.
1 " T Lift my Banner, faith the Lord,
■* " Where Antichriji has flood ; <« The City of my Gofpel-Foes " Shall be a Field of Blood.
2 M My Heart has ftudy'd juft Revenge,
"■ And now the Day appears, " The Day of my Redeem'd is come " To wipe away their Tears.
3 " Quite weary is my Patience grown,
" And bids my Fury go ; " Swift as the Lightning it mall move, " And be as fatal too.
4 " I call for Helpers, but in vain : " Then has my Gofpel none ?
* Well, mine own Arm has Might enough u To crufh my ones alone.
5 " Slaughter and my devouring Sword
" Shall walk the Streets around, " Babd (hall reel beneath my Stroke, And dagger to the Ground.
6 Thy Honour, O vidlorions King,
Thine own right Hand {hall rajfe, While we thy awful Vengeance fag, And our DelivVer praife.
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XXX. Prayer for Deliverance attfiver'd.
Ifa. xxvi. 8,- -20.
i TN thine own Ways, O God of Love, X We wait the Vifits of thy Grace 5 Our Souls Defire is to thy Name, And the Remembrance of thy Face.
2 My Thoughts are fearching, Lord, for thee 'Mongft the black Shades of lonefome Night* My e*rneft Cries falute the Skies
Before the Dawn reftof e the Light.
3 Look how rebellious Men deride The Tender Patience of my God ; But they fhall fee thy lifted Hand; And feel the Scourges ef thy Rod.
4 Hark I the Eternal rends the Sky,
A mighty Voice before him goes 5 j
A Voice of Mufic to his Friends, But thfeat'ning Thunder to his Foes*
5 Come Children tayour Father's Arms* Hide in the Chambers ©f my Grace ; 'Till the fierce Storms be overblown, And my revenging Fury ceafe.
6 My Sword fhall boaft its Thoufands flafcij And drink the Blood of haughty Kings, While heavenly Peace around my Flock, Stretches its foft and midy Wings.
XXXi. Referred to the \ftPfaim. XXXII. Strength from Hea<ve7i, Ifai. &1. 2ff
28, 29, 30. 1 ITTHence do our mournful Thoughts W arife?
And where our Courage fled r* Has
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Has reftJefs Sin and raging Hell Struck all our Comforts dead ?
2 Have we forgot th1 Almighty Name
That formed the Earth and Sea ? . And can an all-creating Arm Grow weary or decay ?
3 Treafures ofeverlafting Might
In our Jehovah dwell j He gives the Conqueft to the Weak, And treads their Foes to Hell.
4 Mere mortal Power (hall fade and die,
And youthful Vigour ceafe, But we that wait upon the Lord Shall feel our Strength increafe.
5 The Sainti mall mount on Eagles' Wings,
And tafte the promis'd Blifs, Till their unwearied Feet arrive Where perreft Pleaiure is.
XXXJII. XXXIV. XXXV. XXXVI
XXXVII. XXXVIII. Refer* J to Pfal. exxxi.
exxxiv, lxvii, lxxiii, xc, iff lxxxiv.
XXXIX. God's tender Care of his Church, Ifa.
xlix. 13, 14, &c.
1 ^^I^W ^alA my inward Joys arife, _L^| And burft into a Song Almighty Love infpires my Heart,
And Pleafure tunes my Tongue.
2 God on his thirfty Stan Hill
Some Mercy Drop* has thrown, And ibleran Oaths have bound his Love To fliow'r Salvation down.
3 Why
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3 Why do we then indulge our Fears>
Sufpicions and Complaints ? Is he a God, and fhall his Grace
Grow weary of his Saints ?
4 Can a kind Woman e'er forget
The Infant of her Womb, And 'mongft a Thoufand tender Thoughts, Her Suckling have no Room ?
5 let, faith the Lord, jbould Nature change*
And Mothers Monjlers prove, Sion fill dwells upon the Heart Of everlading Love.
6 Deep on the Paints of both my tldnds
1 have engravd her Name ; My Handjhall raife her ruind Wall, And build her broken Frame. XL. 7he Bufinefs and Blefednefs of glorified
Saints, Rev. vii. 13, 14, 15, Sec. 1 WHACi: hfPPy Me*> or Angels, theft,
That all their Robes are fpotlefs white ? Whence did this glorious Troop arrive At the pure Realms of Heavenly Light ? -2 From tort'ring Racks and burning Fires, And Seas of their own. Blood they came ; But nobler Blood has wafh'd their Robes, Flowing from Chrift the dying Lamb.
3 Now they approach th' Almightv Throne With loud Hofannas Night and Day, Sweet Anthems to the Great Three One, Meafure their bleft Eternity.
4 No more fnall Hunger pain their Souls, He bids their parching Tbirft be gone,
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And fpreads the Shadow of his Wings, To fcreen 'em from the fcoiching Sun.
5 The Lamb, that fills the middle Throne, Shall fhed around his milder Beams ; There mall they feaft on his rich Love, And drink full Joys fromliving Streams.
6 Thus fhall their mighty Blifs renew Thro' the vaft Round of endlefs Years, And the foft Hand of Sov'reign Grace Heals all their Wounds, and wipes their Tears.
XLI. The fame : Or, The Martyrs glorified* Rev. vii. 13, &c.
CT^Hefe glorious Minds, ho<w bright theyjhine ! •^ Whence all their ivhite Array ? Honjo came they to the hafpy Seats Of ever lading Day ?
2 From tortVing Pains to endlefs Joys,
On fiery Wheels they rode, And flrangely w^fti'd their Raiment white In Jefus' dying Blood.
3 Now they approach a fpotlefs God,
And bow before his Throne, Their warbling Harps and facred Songs Adorn the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd Glories of his Face
Amongft his Saints refide, While the rich Treafure of his Grace
Sees all their Wants fupplyM. c, Tormenting Tnirft (hall leave their Sods,
And Hunger flee as faft ; . T^e Fruit of Life's iouaortal Tree
Shall be their fvYttr, Repair,. 6 Tfc*
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6 The Lamb (hall lead his heav'nly Flock Where living Fountains rife, And Love divine fhali wipe away The Sorrows of their Eyes.
XLII. Divine Wrath and Mercy ; from Na- hum i. 1, 2, 3, &c.
ADORE and tremble for our God Is a * Cor.fuming Fire ; * Heb. xii. 2gi His jealous Eyes his Wrath inflame, And raife his Vengeance higher.
2 Almighty Vengeance, how it burns ?
How bright his Fury glows ! Vail Magazines of Plagues and Storms, Lie treafur'd for his Foes.
3 Thofe Heaps of Wrath by flow Degrees
Are fore'd into a Flame, But kindled, oh ! how fierce they blaze ! And rend all Nature's Frame.
4 At his Approach the Mountains flee,
And ieek a wat'ry Grave f The frighted Sea makes hafte away, And ihrinks up ev'ry Wave.
5 Through the wide Air, the weighty Rocks
Are fwift as Hail Hones hurl'd -. Who dares engage his fiery Rage, That makes the folid World ?
6 Yet, mighty God I thy Sovereign Grace
Sits Regent on the Throne, The Refuge of thy chofen Race, When Wrath comes ruihing down. .7 Thy Hind mall on rebellious Kings
A fery Tempeft pour, While
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While we beneath thy fhelt'ring Wings Thy juft Revenge adore.
XLin. Refer J to the \ooth Pfalm. XLIV. Refer >d to the 133^ Pfalm. XLV. Ike laft Judgment, Rev. xxi. 5, 6, 7, 8. 1 QEE where the great incarnate God O Fills a Majeftick Throne, While from the Skies his awful Voice Bears the laft Judgment down. [2 M I am the Firft, and I the Laft, " Thro' endlefs Years the fame ; " 1 A My is my Memorial ftill, " And my Eternal Name. 3 " Such Favours as a God can give " My Royal Grace beftows ; " Ye thirfty Souls, cometafte the Streams, " Where Life and Pleafure flows.] [4 " The Saint that triumphs o'er his Sins, 11 I'll own him for a Son ; " The whole Creation (hall reward " The Gonqueft he has won.
5 " But bloody Hands, and Hearts unclean,
" And all the lying Race, " The faithlefs and the fcoffing Crew, «« That fpurn at offer'd Grace ;
6 " They mail be taken from my Sight,
" Bound faft in Iron Chains, " And headlong plung'd into the Lake " Where Fire and Darknefs reigns."]
7 O may I (land before the Lamb,
Wken Earth and Seas are fled !
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And hear the Judge pronounce my Name With Bleflings on my Head !
$ May I with thofe for ever dwell, Who here were my Delight, While Sinners banifh'd down to Hell, No more offend my Sight.
XLVI. and XLVIL Refer'a* to ?(d. 148,^3.
XLVIII. The Cbridian Race, Ha. xl. 28, 29,
3©, 31.
1 A WAKE ©ur Souls (away our Fears, x\, Let ev'ry trembling Tho't be gone) Awake, and run the heav'nly Race, And put a chearful Courage on.
2 True, 'tis a (trait and thorny Road, And mortal Spirits tire and faint ; Bat they forget the mighty God, That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint.
3 The mighty God, whofe matchlefs Power Is ever new, and ever young,
And firm endures, while endlefs Years Their everlafting Circles run.
4 From Thee, the overflowing Spring, Our Souls (hall drink a frefh Supply, While fuch as truft their native Strength Shall melt away, and drop, and die.
5 Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air, We'll mount aloft to thine Abode ; On Wings of Love our Souls flaall fly Nor tire amidft the heav'nly Road.
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XLIX. The Works of Mofes W tie Lamb. Rev. xv 3.
1 ¥ TOW flrong thine Arm is, mighty God ! 1 J Who would- not fear thy Name ; Je/us, how fweet thy Graces are !
Who would not love the Lamb.
2 He has done more than Motes did,
Our Prophet and our Kir- ; From Bonds of Hell he freed our Souls, And taught our Lips to fing.
3 In the Red Sea by Mofes' Hand
TV Egyptian Hoft was drown'd ; But his own Blood hides all our Sins, And Guilt no more is feund.
4 When thro' the Defan Ifi-ael went,
With Manna they were fed ; Our Lord invites us to his Flefh, And calls it Living Bread. '5 M-fes beheld the promis'd Land, Yet never reach/d the Place ; But Chrifl (hall bring his Followers Hoine To fee his Father's Face. 6 Then (hall our I^ove and Joy be full, And feel a warmer Flame, And (weeter Voices tune the Song Of Mofes and the Lamb. L. The Song o/Z-Jcharias, and the Mejfage of John the Baptift 1 Or, Light and Salvation by Jefut Chrijl, Lukef. 68, &c. John i.
1 lVfOW be the God of ¥r*en>le(M, ^\ vVho makes his Truth appear j
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His mighty Hand fulfils his Word,
And all the Oaths be fware. % Now he, bedews old David's Roo:
With Bleffings from the Skies ; He makes the Branch of Promife grow,
The promis'd Horn arife. £3 John was the Prophet 'of the Lord,
To go before his Face, The Herald which our Saviour God
Sent to prepare his Ways.
4 He makes the great Salvation known,
He fpeaks of pardon'd Sins ; While Grace Divine, and Heav'nly Love, In its own Glory ihines.
5 « Behold the Lamb of God, he cries,
" That takes our Guilt away ; " I faw the Spirit o'er his Head ** On his Baptizing-Day.]
6 " Be ev'ry Vale exalted high,
" Sink Gv'ry Mountain low ; " The Proud mail iioop, and humble Souls '* Shall his Salvation know.
7 " Tkz-Heatbe;-! Realms with IJraeFs Lan4
** Shall join in fweet Accord j " And all that's bora 0? Man ihail fee "The Glory of the Lord. $ " Behold the Morning Star arifc, "Ye that in Darknefs fit; *■'■ He marks the Paths that leads to Peace, " And guides our doubtful Fcsc."
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LI. Perfevering Grace, Jude 24, 25.
1 '"TpO God the only Wife,
X Our Saviour and our King, Lee ill the Saints below the Skies Their humble Praifes bring.
2 Tis his Almighty Love,
His Counfel and his Care, Preferves us fafe from Sin and Death, And ev'ry hurtful Snare.
3 He will prefenr. our Souls
Qnbleiiiifn'd and complete, Before the Glory of his race, With Joys divinely great.
4 Then all the chofen Seed
Shall meet around the Throne,
Shall blefs the Conduft of his Grace,
And make his Wonders known.
5 To our Redeemer God,
Wifdom and PowV belongs, Immoital Crowns of Majcily,
And everlafting Songs. LI I. Baptifm, Mat. xxviii. 19, Ads ii. 58. I ' np WAS the Commifton of our Lord, X Go, teach the Nations, and Baptize ; The Nations have received the Word Since he afcended to the Skies. l He fits upon th' eternal Hills,
With. Grace and Pardon in his Hands, And fends his Cov'nant with the Seals, To blefs the ditlanc Sniijb Lands. ; Repent, a>J be Baptizd, he faith, Fv the Hereon cfjeur £/.. . j
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And thus our Senfe affirts our Faith, And ftiows us what his Gofpel means. 4 Our Souls he wafhes in his Blood, As Water makes the Body clean ; And the good Spirit from our God Defcends like purifying Rain, r Thus we engage ourfelves to Thee,
And feal our Cov'nant with the Lord : O may the great Eternal Three
In Heav'n our folemn Vows record !
LIII. The Holy Scriptures, Heb. i. 1, 2. Tim.'
iii. 15, 16. Pfalm cxlvii. 19,20.
1 /^OD who in various Methods told, \jj His Mind and Will to Saints of old, Sent his own Son with Truth and Grace, To teach us in thefe latter Days.
2 Our Nation reads the written Word That Book of Life, that fure Record : The bright Inheritance of Heav'n,
Is by the fweet Conveyance giv'n.
3 God's kindeft Thoughts are here expreft4 Able to make us Wife and Bieft ;
The Doctrines are divinely true, Fit for Reproof and Comfort too.
4 Ye Briti/h Illes who read his Leve* In long Epiftles from above, (He hath net fent hit. facred Word To every Land) Praife ye the Lord.
LIV. Elecling Grace: Or, Saints beloved in
Cbrtft. Eph.i. 3. Sec. 1 y£SUS, we bJefs thy Father's Name : J Thy God and our's arc both ;he fame,
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Whatheav'nly Blefling; from hfs Throne Flow down to Sinners thro' his Son !
Z Chrijl be myfirfi E/e#, he faid,
Then clofe our Souls in Gbrift our He^d 9 Before he gave the Mountains Birth, Or ! ic; F-'ur d»t:ons for the Earth.
3. Thus did vernal Love begin.
To ra ;e rom Death and Sin ;
Our Chari fcl verethen decreed, Blun' 'rh L vp, a holy Seed.
4 Preueftm . . to be Sons,
Born by il/tgrees, but chofeat once 5
A new regenem-d Race,
To pr: ife theGlo-v of his Grace.
5 W i'. Chrift our Lord wefhare our Part In the A$e$i©n of his Heart;
No; iha! our >ouH be thence removed, 'TiH h. forgets his firft bclov'd.
LV. Heztkiarw Song : Or, K'icknejs and Reeo,' very, 1ft. xxw-iii. 9, &c.
1 ^^7 BEN we are rais'd from deep Diftre&,
,• / Our God deferves a Song ; Wetake the Pattern of our Praife From fiezekiab\ Tongue.
2 rI he Gates of the devouring Grace
AreopenM wide in vain, If he thm holds the Keys of Death Commands them fad again.
3 Pains of theFlefli are wont fabufe
Ojr Minis with flavifh Fears ; Our Days are paji, and nve Jbail loje Tfo Remnant of our Tears, 4 V/e
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4 We chatter with a Swallow's Voice,
Or like a Dove we mourn, With Bittemefs inftead of Joys, Afflicted and forlorn.
5 Jehovah fpeaks the healing Word,
And no Difeafe withftands : Fevers and Plagues obey the Lord, And fly at his Commands.
6 If half the Strings ofLife fhould break,
He can our Frame reftore: He cafts our Sins behind his Back, And they are found no more.
LVI. The SQng of Mofes and the Lamb : Or, Babylon falling, Rev, xv. and xvi, ijj and xvii. 6.
5 \ T 7 E fmg the Glories of thy Love, \ V We found thy dreadful /Name ; The Chriilian Church unites the Songs ■ Of Mofes and the Lamb.
z Great God, how wondrous are thy Works Of Vengeance, and of Grace : Thou King of Saints, Almighty Lord^ How juil and true are thy Ways !
3 Who daces refufe to fear thy Name, Or worftiip at thy ThroF.e ? Thy Jadgmentsfpeak thine Holintfs Thro' all the Nations known.
^ Great Babylon, that rules the Earth, Drunk with the Martyrs1 Blood, Her Crimes {hall ipeedily awake " The Fury of our God. 5 Tk$
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5 The Cup of Wrath is ready mixt, And fhe muft drink the Dregs ; Strong is the Lord, her Sovereign J.adge, And lhall fulfil the Plagues. -
LVII. Original Sin : Or, The fir ft and feconi Adam, Rom. 5, 12, &c Pfal. 5f. 5. Job. 14. 4.
1 O Ackward with humble Shame we look O On our Original,
How is our Nature danYd and broke On our firft Father's Fall !
2 To all that's Good averfe and blind,
Bat prone to all that'a 111 ; What dreadful Darknefs vails our Mind, How obflinate our Will ! [3 Conceiv'd in Sin (O wretched State !) Before we draw our Breath : The firft young Pulfe begins to beat Iniquity and Death. 4 How itrong is our degenerate Blood The old Corruption reigns, And mingling with the crooked Flood, Wanders thro' all our Veins ?] [5 Wild and unwholefome as the Root , Will all the Branches be y How can we hope for living Fruit Ffom fuch a deadly Tree ?
6 What mortal Pow'r fjom Thing unclean
Can pure Productions bring ? Who can command a vital Saearn Frorn an infected Spring ?
7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous Love
Can nwfcs 3<ir I\V.ure clean,
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Whilft Chrift and Grace prevail above The Tempter, Death, and Sin. 8 Thcfecond A don fhal! reft ore The Ruins of the rirft,
Uofanva to thst SovVeign Pow'r That new-crear.es our Dufi:. -
LVIH. The Devi! wujuifoed : Or, ' Michael' j War 'with the Dragon ; Rev. xii. 7.
1 T ET mortal Tongues attempt to fing i^ The Wars cf Heav'n, vvhen Michae/ Rood Chief General of th' Eternal King,
And fought the Battles of our God.
2 Againft the Dri^on and his Koft The Armies of the Lord prevail :
In vain they rage, in vain they bo.^fr, Their Courage fenks-j their WV; ports fail.
3 Down to the Ivirth wis Satan thrown, ; Down to the E irth his Legions fcli ;
Then was the Trump or Triumph blown, And fhook the dreadful Deeps of Hell.
4 Now is thj Hour of Darknefs pail, Chrifl ha: a/Turn "'d his reigning PowV ; Behold the great Accufer ca!t
Down from the Skies, to rife no rn'ore, ->
5 Twas bythyB.^ol, immortal Lamb, Thine Armies trad the Tempter down ; 'Twas by thy Word and pow'fful Name They gain'd the Baltic ami Raikm&.
6 Rejoice ye Heav'ni; k>: every Star Shine with newGic -he Sky ; Saints, while ye fing frfee heabfcfy War,
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LIX. Babylon fallen, Rev. xviii. 20, 12
1 TN Gabriel's Hand a mighty Stone A Lies, a fair Type of Babylon : Prophets rejoice, and all ye Saints, Godjhall avenge your long Complaints,
Z Hefaid, and dreadful as he flood, He funk the Mill ftone in the Flood : Thus terrible Jhall Babel/*//, Thus, and no more be found at all.
LX. The Virgin Mary's Song : Or, The promt- fed Meffiah born, Luke i. 26, &c.
1 /^\UR Souh (hall magnify the Lord, V_/ In God the Saviour we rejoice : While we repeat the Virgin's Song, May the fame Spirit tune our Voice !
[2 The Higheft faw her low Eftate,
And mighty Things his Hand hath done : His over-fhadowing Power and Grace Makes her the Mother of his Son.
2 Let ev'ry Nation call -her blefrVt; And endlefs Years prolong her Fame ; But God alone mult be ador'd ; Holy a*nd Reverend is his Name.]
4 To thofe that fear and truft the Lord, His mercy ftands for ever fure : From Age to Age his Promife lives. And the Performance is fecure.
5 He <pake to Abram and his Seed, In thee (hall all the Earth be blfs'd; The Mem'ry of that ancient Word Lay long ia hu sternal Br call,
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6 But now no more fhall Ifrael wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn : Lo, the Defire of Natiens comes ; Behold the promis'd Seed is born !
LXU Chrift our high Priefl and King ; and Cbrid coming to Judgment, Rev. i. 5, 6, 7.
I XTOW to the Lord, that makes us know ^^ The Wonders of his dying Leve, Be humble Honours paid below, And Strains of nobler Praife above.
% 'Twas He that cleans'd our fouled Sins, And wafh'd us in his richeft Blood : 'Tis he that makes us Priefts and Kings, And brings us, Rebels, near to God.
3 To Jefus our Atoning Prieft, To Jefus, our Superior King, Be everlafling Power confefs'd, And cv'xy Tongue his Glory fing.
4 Behold, on flying Clouds he comes, Ami ev'ry Eye (hall fee him move ; Tho' with our Sins we pierc'd him once 3 Then he difplays his pard'ning Love :
5 The unbelieving World (hall wail, While we rejoice to* fee the Day, Come, Lord; nor let thy Promife fail, Nor let thy Chariots long delay.
LXII Chrifi Jefus the Lamb of God.worfhip^ pea by all the Creation, Rev, v. 1 1 , 1 2, 15.
I /^lOME let us join our cheerful Songs V-^ With Angeis round the Throne ; Ten thoufand thoufand are their Tongues, But all their Joys are one. 2 Iforthy
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2 Worthy the Lamb that dydt they cry,
To be exalted thus ; Worthy the Lamb, our Lips reply, For he was flain for us.
3 Jefus is worthy to receive
Honour and Power Divine : And Bleffings more than we can give Be Lord forever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the Sky,
And Air, and Earth, and Seas, Confpire to lift thy Glories high, And fpeak thine endlefs Praife.
5 The whole Creation join in one,
To blefs the Sacred Name On him that fits upon the Throne, And to adore the Lamb. LXIII. Chrijf's Humiliation and Exaltation^ Rev. v. 12.
1 \X7^^T e(laal Honours mall we bring W To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the Notes that Angels fing, Are far inferior to that Name ?
2 Worthy is He that once was flain,
The Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd, Worthy to rife, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's Side.
3 Pow'r and Dominion are his Dae, who flood condemn'd at Pilate's Bar : Wifdom belongs, to Jefus too,
Tho' he was chargM with Madnefs here. if All Riches are his Native Right, Yet he fuftain'd amazing Lofsj
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To him afcribe Eternal Might, ' Who left his Weaknefs on the Crofs. Honour immortal muft be paid, Inftead of Scandal and of Scorn, Jfc While Glory mines around his Head, And a bt ight Crown without a Thorn. Bleffings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the Curfe for wretehed Men : Let Angels found his facred Name, And cv^y Creature (ay, Amen,
XW. Adoption, i John iii. i, &c. Gal. vi. 6.
BEHOLD what wond'rous Grace The Father hath beftow'd, O.i Sinners of a Mortal Race, To call them Sons of God ! * ' Tis no furprifing Thing
That we mould be unknown ; rhe Jeiuijh World knew not their Kings
God's everlaftihg Son. 5 Norxdoth it yet appear
How great we muft be made ; Silt when we fee_our Saviour here,
We (hall be like our Head. (. A Hope fo much Divine
May Trials well endure, May purge our Souls from Senfe and Sins
As Chrift the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's Love I mare a filial Part, Send down thy Spirit like a Dove To reft upon my Heart,
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6 We would no longer lie
Like Slaves beneath the Throne ;
My Faith mall Abba Father cry, And thou the Kindred own.
LXV. The Kingdoms of the World become tl Kingdoms of the Lord : Or, The Day t Judgment, Rev. xi. 15.
i j" ET the Sev'nth Angel found On high, JL* Let Shouts be heard thro' all the Sky Kings of the Earth, with glad Accord Give up your Kingdoms to the Lord.
2 Almighty God, thy Pow'r affume, Who waft, and art, and art to come : Jefus the Lamb, who ©nee was flain, For ever live, for ever reign !
3 The angry Nations fret and roar, That they can flay the Saints no more j On Wings of Vengeance flics our God To pay the long Arrears of Blood.
4 Now muft the rifing Dead appear ; Now the decifive Sentence hear ; Now the dear Martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite Reward.
LXVI. Chnji the King at his Table, Sol. $onj i. 2,3,4, 5, I*, *3> *7*
1 1 ET him embrace my Soul, and prove JL, Minelnt'reft in his heav'nly Love : The Voice that tells me, Thou art mine, Exceeds the Bleffings of the Wine.
2 On Thee th'anointing Spirit came, And fpreads the Savour of thy Name ;
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That Oil of Gladnefs and of Grace Draws Virgin Souls to meet thy Face.
j Jefusy allure me by thy Charms , My Soul fhall fly into thine Arms ! Oar wand'ring Feet our Favours bring To the fair Chambers of the King.
[4 Wonder and Pleafure tunes her Voice, To fpeak thy Praifes and our Joys : Our Mem'ry keeps this Love of thine Beyond the Tafte of rieheft Wine.]
5 Tho' in ourfelves deform'd we are, And black as Kedars Tents appear, Yet when we put thy Beauties on, Fair as the Courts of Solomon.
[6 While at his Table fits the King, He loves to fee us fir.iie and fing : Our Graces are our beft Perfume, And breathe like Spikenard round the Room,]
7 As Myrth new bleeding from the Tree,
. Such is a dying drift to me ;
And while he make* my Soul his Guefl, My Bofom, Lord, mall be thy Reft.
[8 No Beams of Cedar or of Fir,
Can with thy Courts on Earth compare ; And here we wait until thy Love Raife us to nobler Seats above.]
LXVII. Seeking the Pajfures of drift, tU Shepherd. Solomon's Song, i. 7.
1 npHOU whom my Soul admires above X. '< All earthly J07 and earthly Love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know Where doth thy fweeteft Pafture &row ?
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2 Where is the Shadow of that Reck, That from the Sun defends thy Flock ? Fain would I feed among thy Sheep, Among them reft, among them fleep!
3 Why fhould thy Bride appear like one That turns afide to Paths unknown ? My conftant Feet would never rove, Would never feek another Love.
[4 The Footfteps of thy Flock I fee • Thy fweeteft Pailures here they be ; A wond'rous Feaft thy Love prepares, Bought with thy Wounds, & Groans & Tears.
5 His deareft Flelh he makes my Food, And bids mc drink his richeft Blood ; Here to thefe Hills my Soul will come. Till my Beloved lead me home. J
LXVJII. The Banquet of Love, Sol. Song ii
Bi, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7. EHOLD the Rofe of Sharon here, The Lillies which the Vallies bear : Behold the Tree of Life that gives Kefrefhing Fruit, and healing Leaves.
2 Amongft the Thorns fo Lillies fhiae; Amongft wild Gourds the noble Vine, ko m mine Eyes my Saviour proves, Amidfl a Thoufand meaner Loves.
3 Beneath his cooling Shade I fat,
To Ihicld me from the burning Heat; Of heav'nly Fruit he ipreads a Fer.fr, I o feed my Eyes, and plea& my Tafte. {.4 Kindly he brought me to the Place Where {cards the Banqim 0f & Grace.
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He faw me faint, and o'er my Head The Banner of his Love he fpread.
5 With living Bread, and genVous Wine, He cheers this finking Heart of mine, And op'ning his own Heart to me,
He mows his Thoughts how kind they be.
6 O never let my Lord depart,
Lie down and reft upon my Heart ; I charge my Sins not once to move, Nor flir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love. LXXI. Chrift appearing to bis Church andfeek- ing her Company ,Sol. Song, ii. %, 9, 10, 11,12,13.
1 npHE Voice of my Beloved founds
JL Over the Rocks and rifing Grounds ; O'er Hills of Guilt, and Seas of Grief, He leaps, he flies to my Relief.
2 Now thro' the Veil of Flefh I fee With Eyes of Love he looks at me ;
Now in the Gofpel's cleareft Glafs He mows the Beauties of his Face.
3 Gently he draws my Heart along,
Both with his Beauties and his Tongue 5 Rife, faith my Lord, make hafte a^way,t
No mortal Joys are worth thy Stay. ' ± The Jewifh wintry State is gone,
The Mifts are fled, the Springs comes on,
The /acred Tur tie-Dove nve hear
Proclaim the new, the joyful Tear. 5 fb' Immortal Vine of keavnly Root,
Mlofjoms and buds, and gives her Fruit.
Lo, we are come to talte the Wine ;'
Our Souls rejoice, and biefs the Vine.
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6 And when we hear our Jefus fay, Rife up my Love, make Hafle aiuay f Our ijearts would fain out- fly the Wind, And leave all earthly Loves behind.
LXX. (Thrift inviting and the Church anfwerZ ing the Invitation, Sol. Song. ii. 14, 16, 17.
[1 T TARK ! the Redeemer from on high J7l Sweetly invites his Fav'rites nigh} From Caves of Darknefs and of Doubt, He gently fpeaks and calls us out.
2 My Dove ivho hideth in the Rock, Thine Heart almod nvitb Sorrovj broke, Lift up thy Face, forget thy Fear, And let thy Voice delight mine Ear,
3 Thy Voice to me founds everfweet ; My Graces in thy Countenance meet ; Tho' the vain World thy Face defpife, 'Tis bright and comely in mine Eyes.
[4 Dear Lord, our thankful Heart receives The Hope thine Invitation gives : To rhee our joyful Lips fhall raife The Y°ice of Prayer, and of Praife. ]
[5 I am my Love's, and he is mine ;
Our Hearts, our Hopes, our Paflions join j
Nor let a Motion, nor a Word,
Nor Thought arife to grieve my Lord.
6 My Soui to Paftures fair he leads, Amongil the Lillies where he feeds ; Amongft the Saints (whofe Robes are white Wnfh'd in his Biood) is his Delight.
'Till the Day break, and Shadows flee,
7 Till the fvveet dawning Light I fee, Thin*
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Thine Eyes to r»e-w2rc? often turn, Nor let my Soul in Darknefs mourn.
8 Be like a Hait on Mountains green, Leap o'er the Hills of Fear and Sin J Nor Guilt, nor Unbelief divide My Love, my Saviour, from jny Side.]
LXXI. Chrift found in the Street, and brought to the Church, Sol. Songiii. I, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1 /^FTEN I feek my Lord by Night, \J Jefus, my Love, my Soul's Delight 3 With warm Defire and reftlefs Thought
I feek him oft, but find him not.
2 Then I arife, and fearch the Street* Till f my Lord, my Saviour meet; I aik the Watchman of the Night, Where did you Qe my SouPs Delight P
$ Sometimes I find him in my Way,
Directed by a heav'nly Ray ;
I leap for Joy to fee his Face, ;
And hold him fall in my Embrace. f 4 I bring him to^my Mother's Home*
Nor does my Lord refute to come
To Zions facred Chambers where
My Soul firft drew the vital Air.
5 He gives me there his bleeding Hearty Picrc'd for my Sake with deadly Smart ; I give my Soul to him, and there
Our Loves their mutual Tokens mare.]
6 I charge you all,' ye earthly Toys ; Approach not to difturb my -Joy? ; Nor Sin, nor Heli, come near my Hearf, Nor cauJk mv Saviour to depart,
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LXXII. 7"£* Coronation of Cbrift, and Efpoufai of the Church, Sol. Song, iii. 1 1.
1 T"*\Aughters ofSion, come, behold Xj The Crown of Honour and of Gold, Which the glad Church, with Jeys unknown, Plac'd on the Head of Solomon.
2 Je/usy thou everlafting King, Accept the Tribute which we bring j Accept the well deferv'd Renown, And wear our Praifes as thy Crown.
3 Let every Ad of Worfhip be
Like our Efpoufals, Lord, for Thee ; Like the dear Hour when from above We firft rtceiv'd thy Pledge of Love.
4 The Gladncfs of that happy Day ! Our Hearts would wifli it long to flay ; Nor let our Faith forfake its Hold, Nor Comfort fink, nor Love grow cold.
5 F,ach following Minute as it flies, Increafe thy Praife, improve our Joys, 'Till we are rais'd to fing thy Name At the Grett Supper of the Lamb.
6 O that the Months would roll away, And bring that.-Coronation Day f
The King of Grace (hall fill the Throne, With ail his Father's Giories cm. XXIII. The Church" s Beauty in the Eyes of
Qhrifl, Sol. Song iv. i, 10.11,7,9,8. 1 XT IN D, is tbe Speech of Chrift our Lord, . J\^ Affi ft ion founds in ev'ry Word ;
Loy thou art fair, my Love, he cries, $ot tbeysung Doves bavefweeter Eyes.
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[2 Sive£t are thy lips, thy f leafing Voice Salutes mine Ear u ithfecret Joys ; No Spice fo much delights the Sm<il, Nor milk nor Ho*ey taflefo w*//,}
3 Thou art all Fair, my Bride, to me, 1 will behold no Spot in thee.
What mighty Wonders Love performs,' And puts a Comelinefs on Worms !
4 DehTd and loathfome as we are,
He makes us white and calls us fair ; Adorns us with that heavenly Drefs, His Graces and his Righteoufnefs.
5 My Sifier and my Spcufe, he cries, Bound to my Heart by various Tie-t, Iby powrful Love my Heart detains In firong Delight and pleafing Chains:
6 He calis me from the Leopard's Den, From this wild World of Beafts and Men, To Stan where hi* Glories are ;
Not Lebanon is half fo fair.
7 Nor Dens of Prey, nor flow'ry Plains, </ Nor earthly Joys, nor earthly Pains,
Shall hold my F«et, or force my Stay When Cbr //^-invites my Soul away.
LXXIV. The Church the Garden of Chrift, Sol. Song iv. 12, 14,, 15, and v. 1.
1 "\T/E are a Garden wall'd around,
YV Chofen and made peculiar Ground A little Spot, enclos'd by Grace, Out of the World's wide Wildernefs.
2 Like Trees of Myrth and Spice we ftand, Planted by God the Father's Hand j
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An<* all his Springs in Sion flow, To make the young Plantation grow.
3 Awake, O heavenly Wind, and come, Blow on this Garden of Perfume ; Spirit Divine ! defcend and breathe A graciofcl Gale on Plants beneath.
4 Make our belt Spices flow abroad To entertain our Saviour God. :
And Faith and Love and Joy appear,
And evVy Giace be active here. £5 Let my beloved come and tafte *
His pleafant Fruits at his own Feaft.
/ come my Fpoufe, 1 come, he cries,
With Love and Pieafure in his Eyes. 6 Our Lord into his Garden comes
Wei] plcas'd to fmelj our poor Perfumes,
And c*;!s us to a Feaft divine,
Swt'i .-ter :han Honey, Milk, or Wine. j Eat if the Tree o/JLifg, my Friends,
The Biejfir.g; that my Father fends ;
T u ■ Taijfe Jhaii all my Dain ties prove,
Jf d dink Abundance of my Love. $ "J 'Jus, we will frequent thy Board, ing the Bounties of our Lord,
But ine rich Food on which we live
Dem ^ds .,>jr$ Praife than Tongue can give. LXXV. 9 be Defection of Chrift the Beloved)
Sol Song, v. 9, .0, II, 12, 14, 15, 16.
i jP* HE wond'ring World enquires to know/
JL Why 1 ihould love my Je/us fo :
What are his Charms, fay they, above The Objecls of a mortal Love P
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2 Yes, my Beloved, to my Sight,
Shews a fweet Mixture, Red and White, All human Beauties, all Divine, In my. Beloved-meet and fhine.
3 White is his Soul, from Blemifh free ;
• Red with the Blood he fried for me ; The faireft of ten Thouiand Fairs ; A Sun amongft ten Thoufand Stars,
[4 His Head the finefl Gold excels, There Wifdom in Perfe&ion dwells ; And Glory like a Crown adorns Thofe Temples once befet with Thorna,
5 Companions in his Heart are found, Hard by the Signals of his Wound ; Hisfacred Side, no more (haii bear ; The cruel Scourge, tha piercing Spear,]
£6 His Hands are fairer to behold, Than Diamonds fee in Rings of Gold \ Thofe heav'nly Hands that on the Tree, Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me,
j Tho' once he bowM his fee he Kn&es, Loaded with Sins and Agonies, Now on the Throne of his Command His Legs like Marble Pillars fland.]
[8 His Eyes are Ma jetty and Love, The Eagle temper'd with the Dove;
• No more fiiall trickling Sorrows roil Thro' thofe dear Windows of his Soul.
9 His Mouth that pour'd out long Complaint * Now fmiles, and cheers his fainting Saints : His Countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its Trees,
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10 Aril over glorious is my Lord, JVJuIt be beloved, arid yet ador'd ; Hi* Woah if all the Nations kne'vv, Sure the whole Earth would love him too.
LXXV:L CT.riil dwells in Heaven, but <vifits on Earth, Sol Song vi. 1,2, 3, 12.
1 \A/HEN Stran8ers ftand and hear me tell
V V W nat Beauties in my Saviour dwell ; Where he is gone they fain would know, Th.it they may ieek and iove him too.
2 My bed: Beloved keep.' his Throne
On Hills ot Light, in World* unknown ; But he defcends, and fhows his Face in che voung Gatdens of his Grace. [3 In Vineyards planted by his Hand, Where fruitful Trees in Order Hand ; H? feeds imongthefpicy Beds, Where lillies fhow their fpotlefs Heads:
4 He has engrolVd rny warmefl Love, No earthly Charnr< my Soul can move ; I have nManfion in hi- Heart,
Nor Death nor HeM mail make us part.]
5 ^e ta - '' Van iv ire, And (hews me where his Glories are,
No Chaiiot' f Aminadab , t
The h.-av'niy Rapture can defcribe. [6 O may my Spirr daily rife
On Wings ofi Paith above the Shies, ' Till Deaih (hall make my I aft Remove, To dweii forever with my Love.]
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LXXVII. The Love ofChrifi to the Church, in
his Language to her, and Provijionsfor her,
Sol. Song vii. 5, 6, 9, 12, 13.
1 *^*T OW in the Gall'ries of his Grace
|^ Appears the King, and thus he fays ; Movjfair my Saints are in my Sight ! My Love hovu pleafant for Delight.
2 Kind is thy Language, Sov'reign Lord, There's heav'nly Grace in ev'ry Word ; From that dear Mouth a Stream divine Flows fwe^ter than the choiceft Wine.
5 Such wond'rous Love awakes the Lip Of Saints that were almofl afleep, To fpeak the Praifes of thy Name, And makes our cold Affections flame.
4 Thefe are the Joys he lets us know In Fields and Villages below ; Gives us a Reliih of his Love But keeps his nobleft Feaft above.
5 In Paradife within the Gates An higher Entertainment waits ; Fruits new and old laid up in 'Store, Where we (hall feed, but thirft no more.
LXXVIfl. The Strength of Ch riffs Love, and the Soul's Jealoufy of her oven, Sol. Song viii.
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1 "\X7HO is this fair one in Diftrefs,
* ▼ That travels from the Wildernefs ? And prefsM with Sorrows and with Sins, On her beloved Lord (he leans.
2 This is the Spoufe of Chrilt our God, Bought with the Treafures of hi? Blood :
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And her Requeft, and her Complaint, Is but the Voice of ev'ry Saint.
3 " O let my Name engraven ftand,
" Both on thy Heart and on thy Hand: «« Seal me upon thine Arm, and wear, •« That Pledge of Love forever there;
4 " Stronger than Death thy Love is known
" Which Floods of wrath could neverdrown ; «« And Hell and Earth in vain combine " To quench a Fire fo much divine.
5 " But I am jealous of my Heart,
" Left it mould once from thee depart • " Then let thy Name be well impreft, " As a fair Signet on my Breaft.
6 " Till thou haft brought me to thy Home
" Where Fears and Doubts can never come $ " Thy Count'nance let me often fee, " And often thou malt hear from me.
7 " Gome, my Beloved, hafte away, " Cut fhort the Hours of thy Delay ; " Fly like a youthful Hart or Roe
" Over the Hills where Spices grow. LXXIX. A Morning Hymnt Pfal. xix. $, g, and
Ixxin. 24, 2 "j. * /^<OD of the Morning, at-whofe Voice
\J The cheerful Sun makes Hafte to rife,
And like a Giant doth rejoice
To run his Joiirney thro1 the Skies. 3 From the fair Chambers of the Ea(h
The Circuit of his Race begins,
And without Weannefs or Reft
Roi;nd the whole Earth he. flies and mines.
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3 O like the Sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed Duties of the Day, With ready Mind and active Will March on and keep my heav'nly Way.
[4 But I mall rove and lofe the Race, If God, my Sun mould difappear, And leave me in the World's wild Maze To follow Qv'ry wand'ring Star.
5 Lord, thy Commands are clean and pure, Enlight'ning our beclouded Eyes ; . Thy Threat'nings juft, thy Promife Aire, Thy Golpel makes the Simple wife.]
6 Give me thy Counfel for my Guide, And then receive me to thy Blifs j All my Derbes and Hopes beiide
Are faint and cold, compar'd with this.
LXXX. An Evening Hymn, Pfalm iv. 8. and iii. 5, 6. and cxliii. 8.
1 HpHUS far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far his Pow'r prolongs my Days, And ev'ry Evening mall make known Some frefh Memorial of his Grace.
% Much of my Time has run to wafte, And [perhaps am near my Home ; But he forgives my Follies paft, He gives me Strength for bays to come.
3 I lay my Body down to Sleep, Peace is the Pillow for my Head ; While wtll-appointed Angels keep Their watchful Stations round my Bed.
4 In vain the Sons of Earth or Hell, Tell me a Thoufand frightful Things,
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My God in fafety makes me dwell
Beneath the Shadow of his Wings. IS faith in his. Name forbids my Fear i
0 may thy Prefence ne'er depart ' And in the Morning make me hear
1 he Love and Kindnefs of thy Heart
6 M "*, ^ nHe Night 0f Dcath **» come, My Plefh (hall reft beneath the Ground
And wait thy Voice to roufe my Tomb, '
With fweet Salvation in the Sound.] LXXXI. J Song for Morning or Evening, Lam
VT^A0* cnd,cfs is thr ^ove ! ri?y Gifts are ev'ry Evening new : And Morning Mercies from above S ' Gently diftil like early Dew. L
2 Thou fprcad'it the Curtains of the Night, Great Guardian of my fleeping Hourl ; Thy Soy reign Word re/tores the Light, And quickens all my drowzy Powers.
3 I yield my Pow'rs to thy Command, I o thee I confecrate my Days ■ Perpetual Bleffings from thine Hand JJemand perpetual Songs of Praifc.
LXXXn. God fa aho<ve Creatures ; Or, Man
fain and mortal, Job iv. 1 y .... ., 2 1 t CHALL the vile Race af Flefh and Blood,
<_J Contend with their Creator, God ?
bhaj mortal Worms prefume to be
More Holy, Wife, or Juft, than He ? 2 Eehold, he puts his Truft in- none
Of all the Spiritb round his Throne; Thejj
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Their Natures when compar'd with his, Are neither Holy, Juft, n©r Wife.
3 But how much meaner Things are they Who fpring from Duft, and dwell in Clay ! Touch 'd by the Finger of thy Wrath, We faint and vanifh like the Moth.
4 From Night to Day, from Day to Night, We die by Thoufands in thy Sight ; Bury'd in Dull whole Nations lie Like a forgotten Vanity.
5 Almighty Power, to Thee we bow ; How frail are we ! how glorious Thou ? No more the Sons of Earth fhall dare With an eternal God compare.
LXXXIII. JjjiiBions and Death under Provi- dence, Job v. 6, 7, 8.
1 '^JOT from the Duft Affil&ion grows, jL%| Nor Troubles rife by chance ; Yet we are born to Cares and Woes,
A fad Inheritance J
2 As Sparks break out from burning CoaIss
And Hill are upwards borne ; So Grief is rooted in our Souls, And Man grows up to mourn :
3 Yet with my God I leave my Caufe,
And truft his promis'd Grace • Ke rules me by his well-known Laws Of Love and Righteoufnefs.
4 Not all the Pains that e'er I bore
Shall fpoi! my future Peace, For Death and Hell can do no more
Than what my Father pkafe. L XXXIV.
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LXXXIV. Salvation, Righteoufnefs, atidSttengtb in Chrift, Ifa. xlv. 21— 25.
1 JEHOVAH fpeaks, let //>■«/ hear, J Let all the Earth rejoice and fear, While God's eternal Son proclaims His Sov'reign Honours and his Names.
2 " I am the Laft and I the Firft,
" The Saviour God, and God the Juft ;
" There's none befide pretends to mew
" Such Juftice and Salvation too. [3 " Ye that in Shades of Darknefs dwell,
" Juft on the Verge of Death and Hell,
" Look up to me from diftant Lands,
" Light, Life, and Heav'n are in my Hands*
4 " I by my holy Name have fworn,
" Nor (hall my Word in vain return ; " To me fhall all Things bend the Knee, " And ev'ry Tongue (hall fwear to me.]
5 " In me alone fhall Men confefs
" Lies all their Strength and Righteoufnefs : *' But fuch as dare defpife my Name, " I'll clothe them with eternal Shame.
6 " In me the Lord, fhall all the Seed " Of Jfrel from their Sins be freed, " And by their mining Graces prove " Their Int'reft in my pard'ning Love,
LXXXV. The fame. I rPHE Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his Throne, '•cy and J uft ice are the h'avis By rikbich IwiUbtknoktrtti
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z¥e dying Souls that Jit
In Darknejs and Dijlrefs, Look from the Borders of the Pit To my recovering Grace. Jte Sinners (hall hear the Sound:
Their thankful Tongues (hall own, bur Rhhteoufnefs and Strength is found In thee, the Lord alone. 4 la thee (hall lfrael truft,
And fee their Guilt forgiven ; God will pronounce the Sinners jufl, And take the Saints to Heav'n. LXXXVI. God Holy, Juft, and Sovereign.
Job ix. 2-10. £ TTOW fhould the Sons of Ad&tfC% Race fj Be pure before their God j If he contend in Righteoufnefs We fall beneath his Rod.
2 To vindicate my Words and Thoughts
I'll mak« no more Pretence ; Not one of all my thoufand Faults Can bear a juft Defence.
3 Strong is his Arm, his Heart is wife ;
What vain Prefumers dare Againft their Maker's Hand to rife, Or tempt th' unequal War ? [4 Mountains by his -Almighty Wrath
From their old Seats are torn ; i He makes the Earth from South to North,
And all her Pillars mourn. 5 He bids the Sun forbear fo rifi, Th'obedient Sun forbears -,
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His Hand with Sackcloth fpreads the Skies, An i feals up all the Stars. 6 He walks upon the ilormy Sea ; Flies on the ftormy Wind ; There's none can trace his wond'rous Way Or her dark Footfteps find. LXXXVII God dwells with the humble and
Penitent , Ha. Ivii. 15, t6. x '""T^H.US faith the high and lofty One, JL " I Tit upon my holy Throne ; u My Name is God, I dwell On high ; •' Dwell in my own Eternity. 1 u But 1 defcend to Worlds below, ** On Earth I have a Manfion too $ " The humble Spirit and contrite «• Is an Abode of my Delight.
3 " The humble Soul my Words revive, J M I bid the mourning Sinner live ;
* Heal all the broken Hearts I rind, " And eafe the Sorrows of the Mind.
4 " When I contend agaihft their Sin,
f* I make them know how vile they've beeiij u But mould my Wrath for ever fmoke, •J Their Souls would fink beneath my Stroke.
5 O may thy pard'ning Grace be high, Left we fhould faint, defpair and die ! Thus (hall our better Thoughts approve The Methods of thy chaftVning Love.]
LXXXVUI. life the Day of Grace and Hopa Ecclef. ix. 4, 5, 6, 10. IFE is the Time to ferve the Lord. Tht Time t'iofurc the great JUward g
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And while the Lamp holds out to burn, The vileft Sinner may return.
[2 Life is the Hour that God has giv'n To 'fcape from Hell, and fly to Heav'n* The Day of Grace, and Mortals may Secure the Bleffings of the Day.]
3 The Living know that they mull die, But all the Dead forgotten lie j Their Mem'ry and their Senfe is gone* Alike unknowing and unknown.
[4 Their Hatred and their Love is loft, Their Envy buried in the Duft ;
1 They have no Share in all that's done Beneath the Circuit of the Sun.]
5 Then what my Thoughts defign to do, My Hands with all your Might purfue, Since no Device, nor Work is found,
Nor Faith, nor Hope, beneath the Ground
6 There are no A&s of Pardon paft
In the cold Grave to which we hafte ; But Darknefs, Death, and long Defpahy Reign in eternal Silence there.
LXXXIX. Youth and Judgment, Ecclef. xi. 9,
1 \7E Sons of Adam, vain and young,
\ Indulge your Eyes, indulge your Tongue, Tafte the Delights your Souls defire, And give a looie to all your Fire.
2 Purfue the Pleafure you deiign,
And cheer your Hearts with Songs and Wine, Enjoy the Day of Mirth, but know There is a Day of Judgement too.
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3 God from on high beholds your Tjio'ts, His Book records your fecret Fau'ts The Works of Darknefs you have done, * MuitaJl appear before the Sun.
4 The Vengeance to your Follies doe j-noald {hike your Hearts with Terror thro1- How will ye Hand before his Face, Oranfwer for his injur'd Grace?'
5 Almighty God, turn off their Eyes From thefe alluring Vanities, And let the Thunder of thy Word, Awake their Souls to fear the Lord.
XC. The /awe.
1 V 'O the young Tribes of Adam juTc? X-j And thro1 all Nature rove Fulfil the Wilhes of their Eves, *
And tafte the Joys they love!
2 They give a loofe to wild Defires ;
But let the Sinners know The ftricl Account that God requires Of all die Works they do.
3 The Judge prepares his Throne on high,
The frighted Earth and Seas Avoid the Fury of his Eye, And flee before his Face.
4 How (hair I bear that dreadful Dav,
And Hand the fiery Te ft ? 1 give all mortal Joys away To be for ever Melt.
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XCI. Advice to Youth : Or, Old Age and Death in an unconverted State, Eccl. xii. i. 7,Ifa.lxv,,20.
1 x"TOW in the Heat of youth fa! Blood J^ Remember your Creator God : Behold the Months come haft'ningon, . When you mall fay, My Joyi are gone.
2 Behold, the aged Sinner goes, Laden with Guilt and heavy Woes, Down to the Regions of the Dead, With endlefs Curfes on his Head.
3 The Duft returns to Duil again ; The Soul in Agonies of Pain AfcendYto God not there to dwell, But hears her Doom and finks to Hell. ..
4 Eternal King, I fear thy Name, Teach me to know how frail I am; And when my Soul mull hence remove, Give me a Manfion in thy Love.
XCII. QW&'tbeWifdomofGod, Prov. viii. iy
22- — 32.
1 £ HALL Wifdom cry aloud,
O And not her Speech be heard I The Voice of God's eternal Word, Deferves it no regard ?
2 " I was his chief Delight, " His everlafting Son,
" Before the firfl. of all his Works
" Creation was begun. [3 '« Before the flying Clouds,
ft Before the folid La/id, " Before the Fields, before the Flood,
" I dwelt at his Right Hand.
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4 " When he adorn'd the Skies, " And built them, I was there,
" To order where the Sun mould rife, '■ And marfhal ev'ry Star. k
5 u When he pour'd out the Sea, " And fpread the flowing Deep,
w I gave the Flood a firm Decree " In it's own Bounds to keep.]
6 " Upon the empty Air
" The Earth was ballanc'd well ;
" With Joy I faw the Manfion where
" The Sons of Men ihould dwell,
7 " My bufy Thoughts at firft " On their Salvation ran,
" E'er Sin was bern, or Adam\ Dajk " Was fafhion'd to a Man.
8 " Then come, receive my Grace, " Ye Children, and be wife;
* Happy the Man that keeps my Ways,
" The Man that (huns them dies. XCIII. Chrift, or Wifdom, oleyd or refid(d9 Prov.viii. 34, 3 c, 36.
1 HTHUS faith the Wifdom of the Lord,
-* " Blefs'd is the Man that hears my Word* " Keeps daily Watch before my Gates, " And at my Feet for Mercy waits.
2 " The Soul that feeks me fhall obtain
•* Immortal Wealth and heav'nly Gain ; " Immortal Life is his Reward, " Life, and the Favour of the Lord. $ " 'But the vile Wretch that flies from me, " Doth his own Soul an Injury;
" Fools
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« Fools that againft my Grace rebel « Seek Death, and love the Road to Hen.
XCIV. JuftificaMn by Faith, not by Works: Or, *& La<w condemns, Grace jufifes. Row. ill.
I 4 TAIN are the Hopes the Sons of Men V On their own Works have built ; Their Hearts by Nature,all unclean, And ail their Anions Guilt. g Let Jew and Gentile flop their Mouth* Without a murm'rmg Word, And the whole Race of Adam fiand Guilty before tne Lord.
3 In vain we afk God's righteous Lav?
Tojuftify us now, Since to convince and to condemn Is all the Law can do.
4 Jefus, how glorious is thy Grace,
When in thy Name we tiuft ! u Our Faith receives a Righteouinei* That makes the Sinner juft. XCV. Regeneration, John i, \hand m. £. &J. 1 \] OT all the outward Forms on Earth, j^ Nor Rites ftatGod has giv'n, Nor Will of Man, nor Blood, nor Birth, Canraife a Soul to Keav'n. Z The Sov'reign Will of Ged alone Creates us Heirs of Grace ; Born in the Image of his Son, A new peculiar Race. 3 The Spirit like fome heavenly Wind Blpws on the Sons of Fieih,
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New-models all the carnal Mind, And forms the Man afreih. 4 Our quicken'd Souls awake, and rife From the long Sleep of Death ; On heav'nly Things we fix oar Eyes, And Praife employs our Breath.
XCVI. Elefiion excludesBeaJling) i Cor. 1.26-31;
.1 13 UT few among the carnal Wife, -D But few of noble Race, Obtain the Favour of thine Eyes, Almighty King of Grace.
2 He takes the Men of meaneit Name,
For Sons and Heirs of God ; And thus he pours abundant Shame On honourable Blood.
3 He calls the Fool, and makes him know
The Myft'ries of his Grace, To bring afpiring Wifdom low, And all it's Pride abafe.
4 Nature has all it's Glories loir,
When brought before his Throne; No Flefh fhall in his Prefence boaft, But in the Lord alone.
XCVII. Chrift our mfdom, Righte<ouJnefs% ScQ, j. Cor. i. 30.
1 TJURY'D in Shadows of the Night, 13 We lie till Chrift reftores the Light ; Wifdom defcends to heal the Blind, And chafe the Darknefs of the Mind.
2 Our guilty Sculs are drown'd in Tears
Till his atoning Blood appears j
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Then we awake from deep Diftrefs, And fing, The Lord our Righteoufnefs,
3 Our very Frame is mix'd with Sin, His Spiri; makes our Natures clean ; Such Virtues from hisSufFrings flow, At once to cleanfe and pardon too.
4 Jsfus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his Slaves in heavy Chains ; He fets the Pris'ners free, and breaks The Iron Bondage from our Necks.
5 Poor helplefs Worms in thee poflTefs Grace, Wifdom, PowV, and Righteoufnefs i Thou art our mighty AH, and we
Give our whole felves, O Lord, to thee
XCVUl. The fame.
1 l-JOW heavy is the Night iTX That hangs upon our Eyes,
Till Chrifi with his reviving Light Over our Souls arife !
2 Our guilty Spirits dread
To meet the Wrath of Heav'n, But in his Righteoufnefs array 'd We fee our Sins forgiv'n.
3 Unholy and impure
Are all our Thoughts and Ways, , His Hands infected Nature cure With fandlifying Grace. 4. The Pow'rs of Hell agree
To hoid our Souls in vain ; He fets the Sons of Bondage free, And breaks tbecurfed Chain.
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5 Lord, we adore thy Ways
To bring us near to God. Thy Sovereign Pow'r, thy healing Grace,
And thine atoning Blood. XCIX. Stones made Children of Abraham : Or.
Grace not convey d by religions Parents, Matthl
iii. 9.
1 \TA™ are ^e H°pes that Rebels place
V Upon their Birth and Blood, Defcended from a pious Race ; (Their Fathers now with God.)
2 He from the Caves of Earth and Hell
Can take the hardeft Stones, And fill the Houfe of Abraham well With new-created Sons.
3 Such wond'rous Power doth he poffefs
Who form'd our mortal Frame, WhocalPd'the World from Emptinef,, The World obey'd and came. C. Believe and be faved, John iii. 16, %yt 18.
1 "X7OT t0 condemn the Sons of Men i_N Did Cbrm the Son of God appear : No Weapons in his Hands are feen,
No flaming Sword, nor Thunder there.
2 Such was the Pity of our God, He lov'd the Race of Man (o well, He fent his Son to bear our Load
Of Sing, and fave our Souls from Hell.
3 Sinners believe the Saviour's Word, Truft in his mighty Name, and live ; A thoufand Joys his Lips afford, Hit glands a thoufand Buffings give
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4 But Vengeance and Damnation lies On Rebels who refufe the Grace ; Who God's eternal Son defpife, The hotted Hell fhall be their Place.
CI. Joy in Heaven* for a relenting Sinner , Luke
xv. 7, io.
j nT/HOcandefcribe the Joys that rife^
W Thro' a*i the Courts of Para^ife,
To fee a Prodigal return,
To fee an Heir of Glory bum ? 2 With Joy the Father doth approve
The Fruit of his eternal Love ;
The Son with Joy looks down and fee*
ThePurchafeofhis Agonies. 5 The Spirit takes Delight to view
The holy Soul he form'd anew ;
And Saints and Angels join to fing
The growing Emphe of their King
CllS he Beatitudes, Matt. v. 3 - iz.
% TJLEST are the humble Souls that fee J3 Their Emptinefs and Poverty ; Treafures of Grace to them are giv'n, And Crowns of Joy laid up in Heav'n.J
% Bleft are the Men of broken Heart, Who mourn for Sin with inward Smart; The Blood afChrift divinely flows A healing Balm for all their Woes.]
[ 3 Bleft are the Meek, who (land afar From Rage and Paffion, Noife and War 5 God will fecure their happy State, &nd plead their Caufe againft the Great.]
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[ 4 Bleft are the Semis that third for Grace, Hunger and long for Righteoufnefs ; They (hall be well fupply'd and fed With living Streams and living Bread.]
[ 5 Bleft are the Men whofe Bowels move And melt with Sympathy and Love ; From Cbriji the Lord they mall obtain Like S) nipathy and Love again.]
[ 6 Bieft are the Pure, whofe Hearts are clean From the defiling Powers of Sin ; With endlefs Pleafure they (hall fee A God of fpotiefs Purity]
•ft are the Men of peaceful Life, > quench the Coals of growing Strife; They ihail be caird the Heirs of Blifs, 'The Sons of God, the God of Peace.]
[ 8 BleR. are the Suff Vers who partake Of Pain and Shame for Jefus* fake, Their Souls fhall triumph in the Lord, Giory and Joy are their reward.]
CJ1J. Not afhamed ef the Go/pel, 2 Tim. i. ir, i I'M not afham'd to own my Lord, JL Or to defend his Caufe, Maintain the Honour of his Word, The Glory of his Crofs.
2 Jefus, my God ; I know his Name,
His Name is all my Truft ; Nor will he put my Soul to Shame, Nor let my Hone be loft.
3 Firm as his Throne his Promife ftands,
And he cat well kcure
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What I've committed to his Hands,, Till the decifive Hour. 4 Then will he own my worthlefs Name
Before his Father's Face, ' And in the New Jerufalem
Appoint my Soul a Place. CIV. A State of Nature and Grace, i Cor. vi,
io, II. j y^-r OT the Malicious or Profane, j^ The Wanton or the Proud, Nor Thieves, nor Sland'rers mail obtain The Kingdom of out God. 2 Sufprifing Grace ! And fuch were we By Nature and by Sin, Heirs of immortal Jvf ifery, Unholy and unclean. * But we are waQi'd in Jefus' Blood, We're pardon'd thro' his Name ; Ahd the good Spirit of our God Has fanftify'd our Frame. 4 O for a perfevering Power
To keep thy juft Commands ! V're would defile our Hearts no more, No more pollute our Hands. CV. Heaven inwfible and holy, I Cor. ii. 9, If Rev. xxl. tj.
1 IVJOR Eye has feen, nor Ear has bean ±S Nor Senfe nor Reafon known, What Joys the Father has prepar'd
For thofe that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveal? a Heav'n to come ;
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The Beams of Glory in his Word. Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the Joys above the Skv And all the Region Peace Sk/' No wanton Lips nor envious Eye Can fee or tafte the Blifs.
4 Thofe holy Gates for ever bar
Pollution, Sin, and Shame; None ftaU obtain Admittance there But FolIVers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's Book of Life
Tnere aH their Names are ;0Uni' The Hypocrite m vain mail drive To tread the heav'nly Ground. CVI. Dead $ Sin by ,* Cro/s of Q^ ^
vi- ** 2, 6.
1 QHDArjLweg°ontofin,
OrTm, YaU,fe thy Grace abou«d»> Ur c[aciJy the Lord again,
And open all his Wounds ?
2 Fo^id ^.mighty God;
^orletite'erbefaid,
That we whofe Sins are crucify'd,
Should raife them from the Dead, 3. We will be Slaves no more,
FT,, ?35 °^ has made u* free, Has nail d our Tyrants to his Crofs
And bought our Li^rty,
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CVII. The Fall and Recovery of Man'. Or,Chrid
WSatan at$nmity, Gen. iii. I, 15,17 GdX' iv. 4. Col. ii. 15. , y^ECEIVD by fubtii Snares of Hell,
JL/ Mam oar He&d, our Father fell,
When Satan in the Serpent hid,
Propos'd the Fruit that God forbid.
2 Death was the Threading; Death began To take Pofleffion of the Man ;
His unborn Race receiv'd the Wound, And heavy Curfes fmote the Ground.
3 "But Satan found a worfe Reward ; Thus faith the Vengeance of the Lord, Let ever lafling Hatred be
Betwixt the Woman 's Seed and Thee.,
4 The Woman's Seedjhall he my Son, He Jhall dejlroy what thou hajl doney Shall break thy Head, and only feel Thy Malice raging at his Heel.
I 5 He fpake; and bid four Thoufand Years ; Roll on ; at length his Son appears : Angels with Joy defcend to Earth, And fing the young Redeemer's Birth, 6 Lo, by the Sons of Hell he dies ; But as he hung 'twixt Earth and Skies, He gave their Piince a fatal Blow, And triumphal o'er the Pow'rs below.] CVIII. Chrift unfeen and beloved, 1 Pet. i. S I "^TOT with our mortal Eyes
JL^N Have we beheld the Lord, Yet we rejoice to hear his Name, And love him in his Word,
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2 On Earth we want the Sight Of" our Redeemer's Face,
Yet Lord our inmoft Thoughts delight To dwell upon thy Grace.
3 And when we tafte thy Love, Our Joys divinely grow,
Unfpeakable like thofe above, And Heav'n begins below.
CJX. The Value of Chrift, ana1 bis Right eoufne/s, Phil. iii. 7, 8, 9.
1 N^ more' my God' r boa{* no more
-*>™ Of all the Duties T have done ; I quit the Hopes I held before To trull the Merits of thy Son.
2 Now for the Love I bear his Name, What was my Gain I count my Lofs ; My former Pride I call my Shame, And nail my Glory to his Crofs.
3 Yes, and I mull and will efteem All Things but lofs for Jefui" fake : O may my Soul be found in him, And of his Righteoufnefs partake !
4 The beft Obedience of my Hands Dares, not appear before thy Throne, But Fairh can anfvver thy Demands, By pleading what my Lord has done.
CX. Death and immediate Glory, 2 Cor. v, 1
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1 TP HE RE is a Houfe not made withHands JL Eternal and on high, Ana here my Spirit waiting (lends
Till God (hall bid it %. z Shortly
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2 Shortly this Prifon of my Clay
Muft be diffolv'd and Tall ; Then, O my Soul, with Joy obey Thy heav'nly Father's Call,
3 'Tis He by his Almighty Grace^
That forms thee fit for Heav'n, And as an Earneft of the Place Has his own Spirit giv'n.
4 We walk by Faith of Joys to come,
Faith lives upon his Word ; But while the Body is our Home We're abfent from the Lord, c 'Tis pleafant to believe thy Grace, But we had rather fee; We would be abfent from the Flefli, And prefent, Lord with Thee. CXI. Salvation by Grace, Titus iii. 3— 7. [iT ORD, we confefs our num'rous Faa'ts, ±_j How great our GuiLt has been ! Foolifh and vain were all our Thoughts, And all our Lives were Sin. 2 But, O my Soul, for ever praife,
For ever love his Name, _ Who turns thy Feet from dang'rous Wayt,
Of Folly, Sin, and Shame.] [j'Tis not by Works of Righteoufnefs Which our own Hands have done ; But we are fav'd by SovVeign Grace, Abounding thro' his Son.] I 4 ,rfis from the Mercy of our God That all our Hopes begin ;
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Tis by the Water and the Blood Our Souls are wafh'd from Sin.
5 'Tis through the Purchafe of his Deatji,
Who hung upon the Tree, The Spirit is fent down to breathe On fuch dry Bones as we,
6 Rais'd from the Dead we live anew;
And juftify'd by Grace, We (hall appear in Glory too, And fee our Father's Face. CXII. TbeBrazenSirpent; Or, Looking to Jefug, 3 John, ver. r^-. »6.
1 QO did the Hebrew Prophet raife O The brazen Serpent high ; The Wounded felt immediate Eafe,
The Camp forbore to die.
2 Look upnvard in the dyirg How,
And live, the Prophet crie* ;
But Chrijt performs a nobler Cure,
When Faith lifts up her Eyes.
3 High on the Crofs the Saviour hang.
High on the Heav'ns he reigns Here Sinners by th' old Serpent flung, Look, and forget their Pains. 4 When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying World revives ; The Jew beholds rbe g:orious Hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives. CXIII. Abraham's Bletfmgso. the Gentiles, Gen,
xvji. i. Rom xv. Z Markx. 14. l T TOW large the Promife .' how Divine, 171 To Abr'tm and his Seed I
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Til he a God to Thee and Thine, Supplying all their Need.
2 The Words of his extenfive Love
From Age to Age endure ; The Angel of the Cov'nant provei, And feals the Bleffing fure.
3 Jefus the ancient Faith confirms,
To our great Fathers glv'n ; He takes young Children to his Armi, And calls them Heirs of Heav'n.
4 Our God, how faithful are his Ways !
His Love endures the fame ; Nor from the Promife of his Grace Blots out the Children's Name. CXIV. The fame, Rom. xi. 16, 17.
1 fZENTlLBS by Nature we belong ^ To the Wild Olive Wood ; Grace took us from the barren Tree,
And grafts us in the good.
2 With the fame Bleffings Grace endows
The Gentile and the Jew,'
If pure and holy be the Root,
Such are the Branches too.
3 Then let the Children of the Saints
Be dedicate to God ; Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, And walh them in thy Blood. £ Thus to the Parents and their Seed Shall thy Salvation come, And num'rous Houmolds meet at laft jfn one eternal Horn?.
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1 1- ORD, howfecuremy Confidence wai L^ And felt no inward Dread !
I was alive without the Law,
And thought my Sins were dead.
2 My Hopes of Heav'n were firm and bright
But fince the Precept came, With a convincing Pow'r and Light, I find how vile lam. [ 3 My Guilt appear'd but fmall before, Till terribfy I faw How Perfeft, Holy, Juft and Pare, Was thine eternal Law.
4 Then felt my Soul the heavy Load,
My Sins rcviv'd again, I had provckM a dreadful God, And all my Hopes were flain.
5 I'm like a helplefs Captive fold,
Under the Fow'r of Sin ; I cannot do the Grod I would, Nor keep my Confcience dean .
6 My God, I cry with ev'ry Breath
For fome kind Pow'r to fave, To break the Yoke of Sin and Death, And thus redeem the Slave. CXVI. Lo<ve to God and our Neighbour , Matth.
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« Then {hall thy Neighbour next in Place « Share thine Affedions and Efteem,
n « And let thy Kindnefs to thy ielf " Meafure and rule thy Love to him.1' This is the Senfe that Mo/es fpoke, This did the Prophets preach and prove;
H For want of this the Law is broke, And the whole Law's fulfcTd by Love, But O ' how bafe our Paffions are ! How cold our Charity and Zeal ! Lord, fill our Souls with heav'nly Fire, Or we (hall ne'er perform thy Will. CXVII. Elefiion Sovereign and Free, Rom,
IX, 21, 22, 23, 24,
EHOLD the Potter and the Clay, , KeformshisVeiTelsashepleafe: Such is our God, and fuch are We ; The Subjeasof his high Decrees.
2 Doth not the Workman's Pow'r extend O'er all the Mats j which Part to chooie, And mould it for a nobler End,
And which to leave for viler Ufe ?]
3 May not the Sov'reign Lord on high Difpenfe his Favours as he will ; Chooie tome to Life while others die, And yet be juft and gracious ftill?
[4 What if to make his Terror known, He lets his Patience long endure, Suffering vile Rebels to go on, And feal their own Deftru&ion fure ?
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f Shall Man reply againft the Lord, And call his Maker's Ways unjuft, The Thunder of whofe dreadful Word Can crufh a thoufand Worlds to Duft ?
7 But, Omy Soul, if Truth fo bright Should dazzle and confound thy Sight, Yet Hill his written Will obey, And wait the great decifive Day.
t Then mall he make his Juftice known, And the whole World before his Throne With Joy, or Terror, mall confefs The Glory of his Righteoufnefs.
CXVIII. Mofes and Chrift: Or, Sins againft the La<w and Go/pel, John i. 17. Heb. iii. 3, 5, 6, andx. 28, 29.
1 HpHE Law by Mofes came,
JL But Peace, and Truth, and Love, Were brought by Cbrifi (a nobler Name) Defcending from above.
2 Amidft the HoufeofGod
Their diff'reat Works were done; . Mofes a faithful Servant flood, But Ckriji a faithful Son.
3 Then to his new Commands
Be ftricl Obedience paid ; O'er all his Father's Koufe heftandj The Sovereign and the Head.
4 The Man that durft defpife
The Law that Mofes brought ;
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Behold how terribly he dies
For his prefunnpcuous Fau't^ r But forer Vengeance rails
On that rebellious Race* Who hate to hear when Jefus calls,
And dare refift his Grace. CXIX. The different Succefs of the Go/pel, i. Cor. i. 23, 24. *Cor ii. 16. 1 Cor. iii. 6, ?. fHRlST and his Crofs is all our Theme 3 U The Myft'ries that we fpeak Are Scandal in the Jiw; Efteem,
And Folly to the Greek. But Souls enlighten'd from above
With Joy receive the Word ; They fee what Wifdom, Pow'r, and Love,
Shines in their dying Lord. The Vital Savour of his Name
Reftores their fainting Breath ; But Unbelief perverts the fame
To Guilt, Defpair, and Death. Till God diffufe his Graces down,
Like Show'rs of heav'nly Rain, In vain Apollos fows the Ground,
A nd Paul m ay plant in vai n .
CXX. Faith of? kings unfeen, Heb xi. I, 3, fc, 10.
I^AITH is the brighteft Evidence } Of Things beyond our Sight, Breaks thro' the Clouds of Flefh and Senfe,
And dwells in heav'nly Light.
It fets Time pail in prefent View,
Brings diftant Profpeds hante,
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Of Things a thoufand Years ago, Or thoufand Years to come.
3 By Faith we know the Worlcbwere made,
By God's Almighty W*rd ; Jbram to unknown Countries led, By Faith obey'd the Lord.
4 He fought a City fair and high,
Built by th' eternal Hands ; And Faith aflures us tho1 we die, That heav'nly Building {lands. •
CXXI. Children devoted to God, Gen xvii. 7,10. .A&s xvi. 14, 15, 33.
(Fsr thofe who praftije Infant-Baptifm.)
1 HpHUS faith the Mercy of the Lord,
A 77/ be a God to thee ; Tllblefs thy nutnrous Race, and they Shall be a Seed for me.
2 Abra"m believ'd the promis'd Grace,
And gave his Sons to God ; But Water feals the Bleffing now, That once were feal'd with Blood,
3 Thus Lydia fan&ifyM her Houfe,
When me receiv'd the Word :• Thus the believing Jaylor gaue His Houihold to the Lord.
4 Thus later Saints, eternal King,
Thine ancient Truth embrace; To thee their Infant Offspring bring, And humbly daim thy Grace.
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CXXlI Believers buried <wttb Chrift in Baptifm,
Rom. vi. 3,4, &c. 1 Y"YO we not know that folemn Word,
I'j That we are bury'd with the Lord 5
BaptizM into his Death, and then
Put offthe Body of our Sin ? % Our Souls receive diviner Breath,
RauM from Corruption, Guilt and Death:
So from the Grave did thrift arife9
And lives to God above the Skies. 3 No more let Sin or Satan reign
Over out mortal FJefh again ;
The various Lufts we fer/v'4 before,
Shall have Dominion now no move. CXXIII. The Repenting Prodigal, Luke XV*
1 T> EHOLD the Wretch whofe Lull and Wing J3 Had wafted his Eitate,
He begs a Share amorigft the Swire, To tafie the Hufks they eat.
2 / die with Hunger here, he cries.
If ewe in foreign Lands ; My Father's Hcufe has large Supplies, And bounteous are bis Hands.
3 Til go and with a mournful tongue
Fall doivn before his Face ; Father, f<ve done thv Jufiice <drong,' Nor can defevue thy Grace.-,
4 He laid, andhaftned to his Heme,
To fcek his Father's Love ; The Father faw the Rebel com?, A%'d a3 ! h« Bcve; s move .
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Embrac'd and kifs'd his Son ; The Rebel's Heart with Sorrow brake I ]
For Fcliies he had done.
6 Take off bis Clothes of Shame aud Sin,
(The Father gives Command)
&• lmJn Garments ™*>ite and clean,
With Rings adorn his Hand. 7 A Day of Feaflingl ordain,
Let Mirth and Joy abound; My Son was dead, and lives again. • Was loft and now is found.
CXXW.ne Fir/I a„d Second Adam, Rom v.]
Dl2» &c- EEP in the jDuil before thy Throne,
Great God we own th' unhappy Name
Whence fprung our Nature and our Shame, *
2 Adam the Sinner: At his Fall Deathlike a ConquVor feiz'd us all x A Thousand new born Babes are dead. £y ratal Union to their Head.
3 But while our Spirits fill'd with Awq Behold the Terrors of the Law ; We fing the Honours of thy Grace 1 hat fent to fave our ruin'd Race ' '
4 W« fing thine everlafting Son, Who jom'd our Nature to hfs own : Adam the Second from the Dull * Raiies the Ruj,-, of che Firih
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And by one Man's Obedience now Arc all his Seed made righteous too. Where Sin did r«ign and Death abound ; There have the Sons of Adam found. Abounding Life; there glorious Grace Reigns thro' the Lord our Righteoufnefs.
:XX V. Chrifl'/ CompaJJion to the Weak andTemp- ted, Heb. iv. 15, 16, and v. 7. Matth.xii. 20. ^KflTH Joy we meditate the Grace VV Of our High-Prieft above, His Heart is made of of Tendernefs,
His Bowels melt with Love. Touch'd with a Sympathy within
He knows our feeble Frame ; He knows what fore Temptations mean,
For he Has felt the fame. \ But fpotlefs, innocent and pure
The great Redeemer flood, While Satan % fiery Darts he bore,
And did refift to Blood. He in the Days of feeble Flelh
Pour'd out his Cries and Tears, And in his Meafure feels afrefh
What ey'ry Member bears.. '5 He'll never quench the fmoking Flax,
But raife it to a Flame ; The bruifed Reed he never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meaneft Name.] Then let our humble Faith addrefa
His M^rcy and his Pow'r, We {hall obtain deliv'ring Grace
Jn ?he diftreffing Hour. CXXVI.
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2 ^f')Tciiff,rent Food or difrent Drefs, JL^l Compofc the Kingdom of our Lords But Peace and Joy and Righteoufnefs, !
Faith and Obedience to hs Word.
2 When weaker Ohriitiar- we defpife, We do the Gofpel mighty Wrong ; For God "the Gracious and the Wife Receives the Feeble with the Strong.
3 Let Pride and Y/rath be banifh'd hence, Meeknefs and Love our Souls purfue ; Nor (hall our Practice give Offence To Saints, the Gentile or the Jew.
CXXVfl. Chrift'/ Invitation to Sinners: Qi9 Humility and Pride; Matt. xi. 21 -39.
I"/^OME hither all ye weary Souls, \jl w ' Ye heavy laden Sinners corns, " fl\ give you Reft from ajl your "Toils, * And raife you to my heav'nly Home.
2 " They mail find Reft that learn of me; **■ I'm of a meek and lowly Mind ;
" But Paifion rages like the Sea, " And Pride is reftlefs as the Wjnd.
3 « Blefs'd is the Man whole Shoulders take " My Yoke, and bear it with Delight;
" My Yoke is ?afy to his Neck,
" My Grace mall make the Burden light.
4 fejus, we come at thy Command,
With Faith and tjope, and humble Zeal, Refign our Spirits to thy Hand, To mould and guide us at thy Will.
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CXXVIH. The Jpope's Commifton : Or, The G of pel attefied by M;V«c/«;,Markxvi. 15, &C. Matt, xxviii. 18, &c. 1 r^O preach my Gofpel, faith the Lord-, lr« Bid the wholeEarth my Grace receive : « He (hall be fav'd that trufts my Word, « He (hall be damn'd that won't believe. f2" I'll make your great Commiflion know«> " And ye {hall prove my Gofpel true, «« By all ths Works that I have done, « By ail the Wonders ye (hall do. 3 " Go heal the Sick, go raife the Dead, " Go caft out Devils in my Name ; <« Nor let my Prophets be afraid, "Tho'Gm?/b reproach, Mid Jews blafpheme J a " Teach all the Nations my Commands, •« I'm with you till the World (hall end ; «« All Pow'r is trailed in my Hands, « I can deftroy, and I defend. c Hefpakey and Light fbone round bis Head, On a bright Cloud to Heav'n ke rode : They to tkefartheft Nations fpread The Grace of their afcended God. CXXIX. Suhmifffon and Deliverance l Or, Abra- ham offering his Son, Gen. xxii. 6. &C
1 C AINTS, at your Father's heav'nly Wo?d, ^ Give up your Comforts to the Lord; He {hall reftore what you refign,
Or grant you Bleflings more divine.
2 So Abraham with obedient Hand
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The Wood, the Fire, the Knife he took, His Arm prepared the dreadful Stroke.
3 4br am forbear, the Angel cry'd, Thy Faith is known, thy Love ii trfdx Thy Son /hall live, and in thy Seed Shall the <who/e Earth be blefs'd indeed.
4 Tuft in the laft diftrefling Hour The Lord difplays delivering Pow'rs,; The Mount of Danger is the Place, Where we (hall fee furprizing Grace.
CXXX. Love and Hatred, Phil. ii. 2. Epk. iv. 30, &c.
1 "VTO W by the Bowels of my God,
-J-^i His (harp Diftrefc, his fore Complaints, By hls laft Groans, his dying Blood, I charge my Soul to love the Saints.
2 Clamour and Wrath and War begone Envy and Spite for ever ceafe,
Let bitter Words no more be known Amongft the Saints, the Sons of Peace.
3 The Spirit like a peaceful Dove
Flies from the Realms of Noife and Strife . Why mould we vex and grieve his Love, Who feals our Soul* to heav'nly Life ? 4. Tender and kind be all our Thoughts, Thro' ail our Lives let Mercy run : So God forgives our numerous Faults For the dear Sake of Chrifi his Son.
CXXXL The Pbari/ee and Publican, Luke xviii. 10, &c.
* T£Et*OLD hovv Signers difagree, ■W The publican and Pfcarifet I
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One doth his Righteoufnefs proclaim, The other owns his Guilt and Shame.
? This Man at humble Diftance Hands, And cries for Grace with lifted Hands ; That boldly rifes near the Throne, And talks of Duties he has done.
3 The Lord their different Language knows, And difPrent Anfwers he beftows ; The humble Soul with Grace he crowns, Whilft on the Proud his Anger frowns.
4. Dear Father, let me never be Join'd with the boafting Pbarifee ; I have no Merits of my own, But plead the Suff'rings ot thy Son.
6XXXII. Holinefs and Grace y Tit. ii. 10— 1 3* 1 OO let our Lips and Lives exprefs J The Holy Gofpel we profefs, So let our Works and Virtue fhine. To prove the Doarineall Divine.
3 Thus mail we beft proclaim abroacj The Honour of our Saviour God ; When the Salvation reigns within, And Grace fubdues the Pow'r of Sin,
g Our Flefli and Senfe mult be deny % Paffion and Envy, Lull and Pride ; While Juftice, Temperance, Truth andLove^ ©ur inward Piety approve.
4 Religion bears our Spirits up, While we expeft that blefled Hope, The bright Appearance of the Lord, $nd faith ftaads leaning on his Word.
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CXXXIIL love and Charity, I Cor. xiii.
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1 T ET Pharafeee of high Efteem jLJ Their Faith and Zeal declare, All their Religion is a Dream,
If Love be wanting there.
2 Love fuffers long with patient Eye,
Nor is provok'd in hafte, She lets the prefent Injury die, And long forgets the paft. [3 Malice and Rage, thofe Fires of Hell, She quenches with her Tongue ; Hopes, and believes, and thinks no III, Tho' ihe endure the Wrong.] [4 She. not deiires nor feeks to know The Scandals of the Time ; Nor looks with Pride on thofe below. Nor envies thofe that climb.]
5 She lays her own Advantage by
To feek her Neighbour's Good ; So God's own Son came down to die, And bought our £,ives with Blood.
6 Love is th« Grace that keeps her PowV,
In a)) the Realms above ; There Faith and Hope are known no more, But Saints for ever love. CXXXIV. Religion vain without Love, 1 Cor.
xiii. 1, 2, 3. 1 TT AD I theTongues of Greeks and Jerwst J \ And nobler Speech than Angels uie, If Love be abfent, I am found Zfike tinkling Brafs, an empty Sound.
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2 Were I infpir'd to preach, and tell All that is done in Heav'n and Hell, Or could my Faith tlie World remove, Still I am nothing without Love.
3 Should I diftribute all my Store To feed the Bowels of the Poor, Or give my Body to the Flame
To gain a Marty 'rs glorious Name :
4 If Love to Gpd and Love to Men Be abfent, all my Hopes are vain;
Nor Tongues,' nor Gifts, nor fiery Zeal, The Work of Love can e'er fulfil. CXXJCy. The Love */Chrift Jhed abroad in
the Heart, Eph. iii. 16, &c. y /^iOME, deareft Lord,defcend anddwell? \_j By Faith and Love in ev'ry Breaft ; Then mail we know, and tafte and feel The joys that cannot be expreft . % Come fill our Hearts with inward Strength, Make our enlarged Souls poiTefs, £nd learn theHeight, andBreadth,andLength Of thine unmeafurable Grace. 3 Now to the God whofe Power can do More than our Thoughts or WWhcs know. Be everlafting Honours done By all the ChuxCh, thro' CbrUi his Son. CXXXV. Sircerity andUypocrify: Or, formality inWorfhip^ John iv. 24. Pfa! cxxxix. 23, 24. 1 f^OD is a Spirit, Juftand Wife, V~tf He fees our inmoft Mind } Jn vain to Heav'n we raife our Cries, And leave our §ou!3 behind.
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3 Their lifted Eyes falute the Skies,
Their bending Knees the Ground j But God abhors the Sacrifice Where not the Heart i« found.
4 Lord , fearch my Thoughts, and try my Way s >
And make my Soul fincere ; Then mail I ftand before thy Face, And find Acceptance there. CXXXVII. Salvation by Grace in Chrift. %
NTim. i. 9, 10. OW to the Pow'r of God fupreme Be everlaiting Honours giv'n, He faves from Hell (we blefs his Name) He calls our wand'ring Feet to Heav'n.
2 Not for our Duties or Deferts, But of his own abounding Grace, He works Salvation in our Hearts, And forms a People for his Praife.
3 'Twas his own Purpofe that begun To refcue Rebels doom'd to die : He gave us Grace in Chrift his Son Before he fpread the ftarry Sky.
4 7C/US> ^ Lord appears at laft,
And makes his Father's Counfels known ; Declares the great Tranfa&ions part, And brings immortal Bleffings down.
5 He dies ; and in that dreadful Night Did ail the Pow'rs of Hell deftroy ;
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Rifing he brought our Heav'n to Light, And took Pofleffion of the Joy.
CXXXVIII. Samts in the Hand of Ckrifl John x. 28, 29. kIRM as the Earth thy Gofpel Hands, My Lord, my Hope, my Trull; If I am found in J ejus'' Hands, My Soui can ne'er be loft.
2 His Honour is engag'd to fave The meaner^ ofhis Sheep,
All that his heav'nly Father gave His Hands fecurely keep.
3 Nor Death, nor Hell fhall e'er remove His Fav'rites from his Bieaft ;
In the dear Bofom of his Love They mu ft for ever reft.
CXXXIX. H§pe in the Covenant : Or, GodV P rami fet3 'Truth unchangeable > Heb. vi. 1 7—1 oa
3 T~Jow oft have Sin and Satan ftrove A X To rend my Soul from thee, my God ? Bat everlafting is thy Love, And Jefus feals it with his Blood.
a The Oath and Promife of the Lord, Join to confirm the wond'rous Grace ; Eternal Pow'r performs the Word, And fills all Heav'n wirh endlefs Praife.
3 Amidlt Temptations fharp and long My Sou! to this dear Refuge flies ; Hope is my Anchor, firm and ftrong. While Tempefls blow, and Billows^rife,
4 The Gofpel bears my Spirits up; A faithful and unchanging God £af
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* fUf Waken Souls ! that dream of Heav'n^ J.VA And majce their empty Boaft
Of inward Joys, and Sins forgiven, While they are Slaves to Luft. 2 Vain are our Fancies, airy Flights, If Faith be cold and dead, None but a living Pow'r unites To Cbrijh the living Head. $ Tis Faith that changes all the Heart, gk Faith that works by Love ; T&ic bids all finful Joys depart, And lifts the Thoughts above. 4 *Tis Faith that conquers Earth and Helly By a celeftial Pow'r ; This is the Grace tjiat (hall prevail In the decifive Hour. [5 Faith muft obey her Father's Will, As well as truft his Grace; A pard'ning God is jealous (till For his own Holineft.
6 When from the Curfe he fets us ftec
He makes our Natures clean, Nor would he fend his Son to be The Minifter of Sin..
7 His Spirit purifies our Frame, ,
And feals our Peace with God ; Jefus, and his Salvation came By W«ervand by Blood}
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Chrift, Ma. liii. i -.- 5, 10 -- 12.
1 ITT'HOhasbeliev'dthy Word,
VV Or that Salvation known ? Reveal thine Arm, Almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son.
2 The Jews efleem'd him here Too mean for their Belief:
Sorrows his chief Acquaintance were> And his Companion, Grief.
3 They turn'd their Eyes away, And treated him with Scorn ;
But 'twas their Grief upon him lay, Their Sorrows he has born.
4 'Twas for the ftubborn Jews, And Gentiles then unknown,
The God of Juftice pleas'd to bruife His beil beloved Son.
5 " But i'll prolong his tiays,
" And make his Kingdom ftand ; " My Pleafure (faith the God of Grace)
" Shall profper in his Hand. [6« His joyful Seed (hall fee-
" ThePurchafeofhisPain, " And by his Knowledge juftify
•« The guilty Sons of Men.] [f" Terithoufand Captive Slaves
" Rdeas'd from Death and Sin, Shall c[uit their Prifons and their Graves*
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CXLII. The fame t Ifai, liii. 6—9, 12,
1 T IKE Sheep we went aftray,
1 , And broke the Fold of God, Each wand 'ring in a different Wayr But all the downward Road.
2 How dreadful was the Hour When God our Wand'rings laid,
And did at once his Vengenace pour Upon the Shepherd's Head !
3 How glorious was the Grace, When Cbrifl fuftain'd the Stroke !
His Life and Blood the Shepherd pays _ A Ranfom for the Flock..
4 His Honour and his Breath Were taken both away ;
Join'd with (he Wicked in his Death, And made as vile as they.
5 But God (hall raife his Head O'er all the Sons of Men ,
And make him fee anumVous Seed To recompence his Pain.
6 ri/jive him (faith the Lord) A Portion ivith the Strong ;
He ft all pojjefs a large Reward, And hold hi $ Honours long.
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So Saints with Joy the Gofpel tafte, And by the Gofpel live, [2 With inward Guft their Heart approves AH that the Word relates j They love the Men their Father loves, And hate the Works he hates.] [3 Not all the flatfring Baits on Earth Can make them Slaves to Luft, They can't forget their heav'nly Birth, Nor grovel in the Duft. 4 Not all the Chains that Tyrants ufe
Shall bind their Souls to Vice : . Faith like a Conqu'ror can produce
A thoufand Victories.] [5 Grace like an uncorrupted Seed Abides and reigns within j Immortal Principles forbid The Sons of God to fin.] [6 Not by the Terrors of a Slave Do they perform his Will, But win the nobleft Powers they have His fweet Commands fulfil.]
7 They find Accefs at ev'ry Hour
To God within the Vail ; Hence they derive a quick'ning Pow'r, And Joys that never fail.
8 O happy Soul! O glorious State -
Of over-flowing Grace ! To dwell fo near the Father's Seat, And fee his lovely Face f
9 Lord, I addrefs thy heav'nly Thror.e \
Call me a Child of thine.
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Send down the Spirit of thy Son To form my Heart Divine. 10 There fted thy choiceft Loves abroad, And make my Comforts ftrong ; Then mall I fay, My Father, God, With an unwavering Tongue. CXLIV. The Witnejfing and Sealing Spirit, Rom viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14.
1 W/HY ih°uId the Chi,dren of a King
V V Go mourning all their Days ; Great Comforter, defccnd and bring Some Tokens of thy Grace.
2 Doftthou not dwell in all the Saints,
And feal the Heirs of Heav'n ? When wilt thou banifh my Complaints, And mow my Sins forgiv'n ?
3 Aflure my Confcience of her Part
In the Redeemer's Blood ; And bear thy Witnefs with my Heart, That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the Earneft of his Love,
The Pledge of Joys to come ; And thy foft Wings, Celeftial Dove, Will fafe convey me home. CXLV. Chriit and Aaron, taken from Heb. vii. , and ix.
1 ?* E S U tf, in thee our Eyes behold J A thoufand Glories more
Than the rich Gems and polifh'd Gold The Sons of Aaron wore.
2 They firft their own Burnt-OfFrings bro't
To purge themfelves from Sin ;
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Thy Life was pure without a Spot, And all thy Nature clean. [3 Frefh Blood as conftant as the Day Was on their Altar fpilt j But thy one OfFring takes away For ever all our Guilt.] [4 Their Friefthood rap thro' fev'ral Hands, For mortal was their Race ; Thy never changing Office ftands, Eternal as thy Days.] [5 Once in the Circuit of a Year, With Blood, but not his own, Jaron within the Vail appears, Before the Golden Throne. fc> But Cbrift by his own pow'rful Blood, Afcends above the Skies, And in the Prefence of our God Shows his own Sacrifice.]
7 Je/us the King of Glory, reigns On Sion\ heavenly Hill,
Looks like a Lamb that has been flajn, And wears his Priefthood jiH.
8 He ever lives to intercede Before his Father's Face :
Give him my Soul, thy Caufe to plead, Nor doubt the Father's Grace. CXLVI. Charaflers of Chrift, borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture, i 1 /^O, worfhip at ImmanuePs Feet,
V_J See in hjs Face what Wonders meet,
Earth is too narrow to exprefs
His Worth, his Glory, or his Grace.
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[2 The whole Creation can afford But fome faint Shadows of my Lord ; Nature to make his Beauties known, Muft mingle Colours not her own.] [3 Is he compared to Wine or Bread ? Dear Lord, our Souls would thus be fed : That Flefh, that dying Blood of thine, Is Bread of Life, is heav'nly Wine.] (4 Ts he a Tree ? The World receives Salvation from his healing Leaves : That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough, Is David's Root and Offspring too ] £5 h he a Rofe? Not Sharon yields Such Fragrancy in all her Field* : Or if the Lilly he affume, The Vallies blefs the rich Prefume.] £0 Js he a Vine ? His heav'nly Root Supplies the Boughs with Life and Fruit : O Jet a lafting Union join My Soul the Branch to Chrifi the Vine ! j [7 Is he the Head? Each Member lives, And owns the vital Pow'rhe gives ; The Saints below, and Saints above, Join'd by his Spirit and his Love.] [8 Is he a Fountain r There I bathe, And heal the Plague of Sin and Death : Thefe Waters all my Soul renew, And eleanfe my fpotted Garments too.] [9 Is he a Fire ? He'll pure my Drofs ; But the true God fuflains no Lofs : Like a Refiner fhall he fit, And tread the Refuie with his Feet.
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[10 Is he a Rock ? How firm he proves !
The Rock of Ages never moves ;
Yet the fweet Streams that from him flow*
Attend us all the Defart thro'.] £1 1 Is he a Way ? He leads to God,
The Path is drawn in Lines of Blood ;
There would I walk with Hope and Zeal,
Till I arrive at Si on* a Hill.] [32 Is he a Door t I'll enter in ;
Behold the Paftures large and green ;
A Paraddle divinely fair,
None but the Sheep have Freedom there.} {13 Is he defign'd a Corner-Stone,
For Men to build their Heav'n upon ?
I'll make him my Foundation too,
Nor fear the Plots of Hell below.] [14 Is he a Temple ? I adore
The indwelling Majefty and Pow'f }
And ftill to his moft holy Place,
Whene'er I pray, I turn my Face.] [15 Is he a Star? He breaks the Night,
Piercing the Shades with dawning Light ;
I know his Glories from afar,
I know the bright, the Morning Star.] £16 Is he a Sun ? His Be^ms are Grace,
His Coorfe is Joy and Righteoufnefs :
Nations rejoice when he appears
To chafe their Clouds, and dry their Tears; 1 7 O let me climb thofe higher Skies,
Where Storms and Darknefs never rife ! ]
There he difplays his Pow'rs abroad,
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j 8 Nor Earth, nor Seas, nor Sun, nor Stars^
Nor Heav'n his fall Refemblance bears ;
His Beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him Face to Face. CXLVII. The Names andTities of Chrift, from
feverql Scriptures. [rnpIS from the Treafures of his Word X I borrow Titles for my Lord ;
Nor Art nor Nature can fupply
Sufficient Forms of Majefty.
2 Bright Image of his Father's Face, Shining with undiminiih'd Rays ; Th' Eternal God's Eternal Son, The Heir and Partner of his Throne.)
3 The King of Kings, the Lord moft high, ■ Writes his own Name upon his Thigh : He wears a Garment dipt in Blood,
And breaks the Nations with his Rod.
4 Where Grace can neither melt nor move, The Lambrefents hisinjur'd Love, Awakes his Wrath without Delay, An4 Judatfs Lion tears the Prey.
5 But when for Works of Peace he comes, What winning Titles he afTumes ? Light of the World: and Life of Men ; Nor bears thofe Characters in vain.
6 With tender Pity in his Heart, Hffafts the Mediator's Parti
A Friend and Brother he appears, And well fulfils the Names he wears.
7 At length the Judge his Throne afcends, Jfcvide* the Rebels from his friends,
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And Saints in full Fruition prove His rich Variety of Love.
CXLVIIJ. The fame, as the cxlviil Pfalm. l I T7ITH cheerful Voice I fing W The Titles of my Lord, And borrow all the Names Of Honour from his Word : Nature and Art Can ne'er fupply Sufficient Forms OfMajefty. p In Jefms we behold
His Father's glorious Face, Shining for ever bright
With mild and lovely Rays : Th' Eternal God's Eternal Sop Inherits and Partakes the Throne.] | The Sov'reign King of Kings, • The Lord of Lords moft high, Write* his own Name upon His Garment and his Thigh. His Name is call 'd The Word of God, He rules the Earth With Iron Rod. ^ Where Promifes and Grace- * Can neither uelt nor move, TJie angry Lamb refents Ths Injuries of his Love ;
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Awakes his Wrath Without Delay, As Lions roar, And tear the Prey.
5 But when for Works of Peace „rThe great Redeemer comes, What gentle Charaflers,
What Titles he affumes ? Light of the World, 4nd Life of Men; Nor will he bear Thofe Names in vain.
6 Immenfe Companion reigns
Tn our Immanuel's, Heart, When he defcends to adl A Mediators Part. He is a Friend, And Brother too ; Divinely kind, Divinely true! 7 At length the Lord the Judge His awful Throne abends', And drives the Rebels far
From Favourites and Friends. Then fhall the Saints Completely prove The Heights and Depths Of all his Love CXLIX. The Offices ,/Chrift, from /w ,
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OIN all the Names of Love and Pow'r That ever Men or Angels bore ;
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All are too mean to fpeak his Worth, Or fet ImmanueVs Glory forth.
2 ButO what condescending Ways He takes to teach his heav'nly Grace f My Eyes with Joy and Wonder fee What Forms of Love he bears for me.
[3 The Angel of the Co*u\ant ftands With his Commiflion in his Hands, Sent from his Father's milder Throne To make the great Salvation known.]
[4 Great Prophet, let me blefs thy Name, By Thee the joyful Tidings came, Of Wrath appeas'd, of Sins forgiven, OfHellfubdu'd, and Peace with Heav'n/j
[5 My bright Example, and my Guide, I would be walking near thy Side ;
0 let me never run aftray,
Nor follow the forbidden Way I 6 I love my Shepherd, he mail keep My wand'ring Soul amongft his Sheep 1 He feeds his Floek, Jie calls their Names, And in his Bofom bears the Lambs.] [7 My Surety undertakes my Caufe, Anfwering his Father's broken Laws 5 Behold my Soul at Freedom fet, My Surety paid the dreadful Debt.] [g Jefus my Great High-Priefi has dy'd,
1 feek no Sacrifice befide ;
His Blood did ©nee for all atone, And now it pleads before the Throne,] [9 My Advocate appear* on high, : The. Father lays his Thunder by 5
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Not all that Earth and JJell can fay Shall turn my Father's Heart away.)
(10 My Lord, ray CongSror, and my King, rhv Scepter and thy Sword I fing f •
Thine is the VitTry, and I fit A joyful Subject at thy Feet.)
'i i Afpire, my Soul, to glorious Deeds, The Captain of Salvation leads : March on, nor fear to win the Day, Tho' Death and Hell obtfru$ the Way)
; ^houIdDLeath and He!l,andPow'rs unknown. Put all their Forms of Mifchief on I fhall befafe; for Chrifi difplays' Salvation in more Sovereign Ways. CL. The fame as the cxlviii. P&lm.
JOIN all the glorious Names Of Wifdom, Love, and Pow'r, That ever Mortals knew, That Angels ever bore : All are too mean • To (peak his Worth, Too mean to fet My Saviour forth. * iut O what gentle Terms, What condefcending Ways Ooth our Redeemer ufe, To teach his heav'nly Grace ! Mine Eyes with Joy And Wonder fee What Forms of Love He bears for me.
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(3 Array'd in Mortal Flefh He like an Angel ftands, And holds the Promifes And Pardons in his Hand? : Commiffion'd from His Father's Throne,. To make his Grace To Mortals known.) (4 Great Prophet of my God,
My Tongue would bjefs thy Namej By Thee the joyful News Of our Salvation camej The joyful News Of Sins f orgiv'n, OfHellfubdu'd, And Peace with Heav'n. )4 [5 Be theu my Counfellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide ; And thro' this Defart Land Still keep me near thy Side. Olet my Feet Ne'er run aftray, Nor rove, nor feek The crooked Way !] [Jp I love my Shepherd's Voice, His watchful Eyes mall keep My wand'ring Soul among The Thoufands of his Sheep : He feeds his Flock, He calls their Names, His Bofom bears The tender Lambs.] *•■■' l- ' 17 To
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Will I commit my Caufe : He anfwers and fulfils
His Father's broken Laws. ■Behold my Soul At Freedom fet ? My Surety paid
ro <* , ThC drcadfui ^ebt.J [3 J ejus my Great HiobPriefi
OiFer'dhisBloodtnddy^. ^gUctyC,0nrcienc^eeks ' •Wo Sacrifice befide.
His pow'rful ilood ■Did once atone ; And now it pleads Before the Throne.J [9 My Advocate appears ^^^nceonhigh; The Father bows his EaTs, And lays his Thunder by
Not all that Hell °r Sin can fay, Shall turn his Heart tiis Love away j fio My Dear Almighty lord,
My Con^ror, and my KinFi Thy Scepter, and thy Sword, Thy reigning Grace I fmg. Thine is the Pow'r • Behold I fit Jn willing Bonds before thy Feet.]
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[u Now let my Soul arife,
Amd tread the Tempter down ; My Captain leads me forth To Conqueft and a Crown. A feeble Saint Shall win the Day, Tho' Death and Hell Obftruft the Way.] 12 Should all the Hofts of Death, And Pow'rs of Hell unknowa, Put their moft dreadful Forms Of Rage and Mifchiefon; I fhall be fafe, For Chrift difpkys Superior Power And Guardian Grace.
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Compost on Divine Subjects.
I. JtSong efPraife to God from Great-Britain^
1 ,\fAturc; with all her Pow'rs (hajl fing JL^I G°d the Creator and the King: "%> £or Air, nor Earth, nor Skies, nor Seat, Deny the Tribute of their Praife.
O Begin to make his Glories known, Ye Seraphs that fit near his Throne j , Tune your Harpshigh, and fpread theSouruk I o the Creation'* utmoft Bound J
[3 All mortal Things of meaner Frame ;
™,XLCVLyOUr Force' and ovvn hi* Name ; Whilft with our Souls and with our Voice W* fiag his Honours and cur Joys ]
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[4 To him 6e facred all we have,
From the young Cradle to the Grave : Our Lips (hall his loud Wonders tell, And ev'ry Word a Miracle.)
[5 This Northern Ifle, our native Land, Lies fafe in God th' Almighty's Hand : Our Foes of VicYry dream in vain, And wear the captivating Chain.
6 He builds and guards the Britijb Throne* And makes it gracious like his own j Makes our fucceffive Princes kind,
And gives our Dangers to the Wind.)
7 Raife monumental Praifes high
To him that Thunders thro' the Sky, And with an awful Nod or Frown Shakes an afpiring Tyrant down.
(8 Pillars of lafting Srafs proclaim The Triumphs of th* Eternal Name ; While trembling Nations read from fat The Honours of the God of War.)
9 Thus let our flaming Zeal employ
Our loftieft Thoughts and loudeft Songs 1 Britain, pronounce with warmeft Joy Ho/anna from ten thoufand Tongues.
io Yet, mighty Qod, our feeble Frame Attempts in vain to. reach thy Name ; The ftrongeft Notes that Angels raife Faint in the Worfhip and the Praife.
II. The Death of a Sinner^ Y Thoughts on awful Subjects roll* Damnation and the Dead,
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What Horrors feize the guilty Sod Upon a dying.Bed.
^Lingringabwtthcfc mortal Shores bhe makes a long De'av
Till like u .Flood wlh rapid Force Death fwcp, the Wretch away. 3 Then fw,Yt and dreadful me defcends Down to the fiery Coaft, Amongft abominable Fiends. Hfcrfdf a frightmi Ghoft
4 »rajgk& Crowd, of Sinners lie, -
TorS?"^f makcs their Chains j Tor ur d h k D
Vet wiit for /ierccr Pains.
5 Not all their Anguifh and their Blood
*or their old Guiit atones, cfLthe ComPaffi°ns of a God fchaii hearken to their Groans.
6 A™az"!2 Grace> ^at kept my Breath
rr-n ? l m7 SouI removep Till I had leam'd my Saviour's Death And well infur'd his Love 1
IIL The Death and Burial of a Saint.
Hn 1° 7e m°^rn dePartiRg friends? rv \ u ,,akc a£ Death's A,a'»* ? Tis but the .Voice that Jefus fend. To call them to his Arms. * Are we not tending upward too As faft as Time can move * Nor would we wilh the Hours more flow lo keep us from our Love.
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3 Why Should we tremble to convey
Their Bodies to the Tomb ? There the dear FleOi of Jefus lay. And left a long Perfume.
4 The Graves of all his Saints he bleft,
And foftned every Bed -. Where fhould the dying Members reft, But with the dying Head ?
5 Thence he arofe, afcending high,
And fhew'd our Feet the Way : Up t* the Lord our Flefh lhall fly,
At the great Rifiag Day. # Then let the laft loud Trumpet found,
And bid our Kindred rife ; Awake, ye Nations, under Ground.
Ye Saints, afcend the Skies.
IV. Salvation in the Croft. t TTERE at the Crofs, my dying God, Jfl I lay my Soul beneath thy Love, Beneath the Droppings of thy $lood Jelusy nor ihall it e'er remove.
2 Not all that Tyrants think orfry, With Rage and Lightning in their Eyes, Nor Hell (hall fright my Heart away, Should Hell with all it's Legions rife. *
3 Should Worlds confpire to drive me thence, Movelefs and firm this Heart mould lie ; Refolv'd (for that's my laft Defence)
If I muft perifti, there to die.
4 Butfpeak my Lord, and calm my Fear j Am I not fafe beneath thy Shade ?
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Thy Vengeance will not ftrike me here, in or Satan dares my Soul invade. 5 YeSj Im ^cure beneath thy Blood, And all my Foes (hall loofe their Aim ; no/anna to my dying God, And my beft Honour's to his Name,
LX'd J*n&nt t0 Prai^e Ch»ft better. OR D, when my Tho'ts with Wonder roll O'er the (harp Sorrows of thy Soul; And read my Maker's broken Laws, Repair'd and honoured by thy Crofs •
2 When I behold Death, Hell, and Sin, Vanquifh'd by that dear Blood of thine, And fee the Man that groan'd and dy'd, bit glorious by his Father's Side ;
3 My Paffions rife and foar above,
I'm wing'd with Faith, and Sr'd with Love* Fain would I reach eternal Things, And learn the Notes that Gabriel fmgs.
4 But my Heart fails, my Tongue complains, For want of tHejr immortal Strains j
And in fuch humble Notes as thefe Muft fail below thy Victories.
5 Wf1J> the kind Minute muftappear When we (hall leave thefe Bodies here ; Thefe Clogs of Clay and mount on high, To join the Song* above the Sky. "
VI. A Morning Song.
ONCE more, my Soul, the rifing Day Salutes thy waking Eyes, 0«ce more, my Voice, thy Tribute pay To him that rolls the Skies.
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2 Night unto Night his Name repeats,
The Day renews the Sound, Wide as the Heav'n on which he fits To turri the Seafons round.
3 'Tis he fupports my mortal Frame,
My Tongue (hall fpeak his Praile; My Sins would rouze his Wrath to flame* And yet his Wrath delays.
(4 On a pbor Worm thy Pow'r might treads And I could ne'er withftand : Thy Juftice might have crufh'd me dead* But Mercy held thine Hand.
5 A thoufahd wretched Souls are fled
Since the laft fetting Sun, And yet thou lengthneft out my Thread) And yet my Moments run.
6 Dear God, let all my Hours be thine,
Whilft I enjoy the Light, Then (hall my Sun in Smiles decline, And bring a pleafmg Night.
VII. An Evening Song. (1 THREAD SovVeign, let my Evening Song JL/ Like holy Incenfe rife j Aflilt the Offerings of my Tongue To reach the lofty Skies. ^/
2 Through all the Dangers gfthe Day
Thy Hand was ftili my Guard, And ftill to drive my Waats away Thy Mercy f?ood prcpaiVL)
3 Perpetual Bicftings from 3bovg
Encomp^G me around,
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But O how few Returns of Love Hath my Creator found !
4 What have I done for him that dy'd
To fave my wretched Soul ? How are my Follies multiply'd", Faft as my Minutei roll.
5 Lord, with this guilty Heart of mine
To thy dear Crofs I flee, And to thy Grace my Souirefigo, To be renew'd by Thee.
6 Sprinkled afrefh with pardW Blood
I Jay me down to reft, As in th' Embraces of my God, Or o» my Saviours JSreatt.
VIII. A Hymnfcr Morning or Evening .
1 H°rl^Nj^ with a ch^erful Sound,
To God's upholding Hand ; Ten Thoufand Snares attend us round* Andyctfecureweftand.
2 That was a moil amazing Power
That rais'd u-: with a Word, And every Day and every Hour We Jean upon the Lord. 3 ?*»e Evening refts our weary Head, Ana Angels guard the Room, We wake, 2nd we admire the Bed That was not wade our Tomb. 4 The rifing Moraing c.Vt afTure That we fhal! end the Bay, For Death ftands ready at ?u« Door To fei*e our Lives away.
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5 Oor Breath is forfeited by Sin
To God's revenging Law ; We own thy Grace, immortal King, In ev'ry Gafp we draw,
6 God i* our San, whole daily Light
Our Joy and Safety brings ; Our feeble Flefti lies fafe at Night Beneath his fhady Wings.
IX. Godly Sorrow arifing from the Suffer ing$
of Chrift. i A LAS f and did my Saviour bleed ? ■*X And did my Sov'reign die ? Would he devote that facred Head For fuch a Worm as I i [z Thy Body flain, fweet Jefus thine, And bath'd in its own Blood, While all exposed to Wrath divine, the glorious Suff'rer flood !]. 3 Was it for Crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the Tree ? Amazing Pity f Grace unknown ? And Love beyond Degree ! Jp Well might the Sun in Darknefs hide, And (hut his Glories in, When God the mighty Maker dy'd For Man the Creature's Sin.
5 Thus might I hide my bluihing Face
While his dear Crofs appears,
DilTolve my Heart in Thankfulnefs,
And melt my Eyes to Tears.
6 But Drops of Grief can ne'er repay
The Debt of Love I owe j
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Here Lord I give my {elf away, 'Tis all that I can do.
X. Parting with Carnal Joys. * A4"Y Soul forfakes her vain Delight, JLVX And bids the World farewel; Bafe as the Dirt beneath my Feet, And mifchievous as Hell.
2 No longer will I afk your Love,
Nor feek your Friendfhip more ; The Happinefs that I approve Lies not within your Power.
3 There's nothing round this fpaeious Earth
That fuits my large Defire ; To boundlefs Joy and folid Mirth My nobler Thoughts afpire. (4 Where Pleafure rolls it's living Flood From Sin and Drofs refin'dj Still fpringingfrom the Throne of God, And fit to cheer the Mind.
5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the Sphere,
The Glorious and the Great, Brings his own A!l-fufficience there, To make our Blifs complete.)
6 Had I the Pinions of a Dove,
I'd climb the heavily Road ; There fits my Saviour dreft in Love, And there my fmiling God. XI. The fame. I T Send the Joys of Earth away, 1 Away ye Tempters of theMind* talfe as the fmooth deceitful Sea, And empty as the whittling Wind.
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2 Your Streams were fioa ing me along Down to the Gulf of black Delpair, And whilft I liften'd to your Song,
Your Streams had e'en convey 'd me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchlefs Grace, That warrTd me of that dark Abyfs ;
That drew me from thofe treacherous Seas,
And bid me feek ftiperior Blifs. 1 Now to the (hining Realms above ^
I ftretch my Sands, and glance mine Eyes ;
O for the Pinions of a Dove,
To bear me to the upper Skies! 5 There from the Bofom of my God
Oceans of endlefs Pleafures roll ;
There Would I fix my laft Abode,
And drown the Sorrows of my Soul. XII. ChrilV is the SubJIance of the Levitical Prieflbood.
1 *np^HE true Mep*b now appears,
X The Types are all withdrawn ! So fly the Shadows and the Stars Before the rifingDawn.
2 No fmoaking Sweets, nor bleeding Lambs,
Nor Kid, nor Bullock flain ;
Inceni'e and Spice of coftly Names
Would all be burnt in vain.
3 Aarcn mult lay his Robes away, ■*
His Mitre and his Veft, When Goi] himfelf comes down to be The Off>ing and the Prieft.
4 He took our mortal Flefh to fhow
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For us he paid his Life below ; And prays for us above. 5 Father, he cries, /*/£/*/* /£„> ffa For 1 my felf have ay" d; And then he (hows his open Veins, And pleads his wounded Side. XIII 7^ Creation, Preservation,' Dilution, and Reftoration of this World.
1 Q1^? V0 thC L°rd that bui,t th* Skies,
V3 u J? L It that rear'd this ftate]y Frame, Let half the Nations found his Praife, 4
And Lands unknown repeat his Name.
2 He form 'd the Seas, and form'd the Hills Made ev'ry Drop, and ev'ry Dull, Nature and Time, with ail their Wheels And puftYd them into Motion firft.
3 Now, from his high imperial Throne; He looks far down upon the Spheres • He bids the mining Orbs roll on, And round he turns our hafty Years.
4 Thus (hall this moving Engine la(t Till all his Saints are rather'd in, Then for the Trumpet dreadful'BIatf To (hake it all to Dull again I
5 Yet when the Sound (hall tear the Skies And Lightning burn the Globe below, ' Saints, you may liftyour joyful Eyes ' There's anew Heav'n and Earth for you.
XW/l he Lords Day: Or, Delight Ordinances 1 X T 7ELCOME fweet Day of Red, VV T^at faw the Lord arife;
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Welcome to this reviving Breaft, And thoje rejoicing Eyes !
2 The King himlelf comes near, And feaft his- Saints to Day;
Here we may fit and fee him hear, And love, and praife and pray..
3 One Day amid ft the Place Where my dear God hath been,
Is fweeter than Ten Thoufand Days Of pleafurable Sin.
4 My willing Soul would flay In fuch a Frame as this,
And fit and ling her felf away To everlafting Blifs.
XYShe Enjoyment of Chrifl : Or, Delight in Worjbip.
i T7AR from my Tho'ts, vain World be gone, X/ Let my religious Hours alone : Fain would my Eyes my Saviour fee, I wait a vifit, Lord from thee.
2 My Heart grows warm with holy Fire, And kindles with a pure Defire : Come, my dear Jefus, from above, And feed my Soul with Keav'niy Love
[3 The Trees of Life immortal ftar.d In flour'fhing Rows at thy Right Hand, And in fweet Murmurs by their Side Rivers of Blifs perpetual glide,
4 Hafte then, but with a fmiling Face, And fpread the Table of thy Grace : Bring down a Tafte of Fruit Divine, And cheer my Heart -withfacred Wine.
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5 Blefs'd Jefus, what deliciQU3 Fare \ How fweet thy Entertainment* are! Never did Angels talte above Redeeming Grace and dying love.
6 Hail, great lmma\nuelt all Divine, In thee thy father's. Glories fhine : Thou brighteft, fweeteft, faireft One, That Eyes have feen, or Angels known.
XVI. Part the Second.
7 T ORD, what a Heav'n of faving Grace ? J—/ Shines thro' the Beauties of thy Fac$, And lights our Paflions to a Flame I Lord, how we love thy charming Name S
8 When I can fay, My pod is mine ! When I can, feel thy Gloriei fhine, I tread the World beneath my Feet, And all that Earth calls Good or Great.
9 While fuch a Scene of facred Joys Cur raptur'd Eyes and Souls employs, Here we could fit, and gaze away,
A long, an e,verlafting Day.
10 Well, vye (hall quickly paf« the Nighty To the fair doafts of perfect Light ; Then (hall our joyful Senfes rov'c
O'er the dear Objects of our Love.
[ 1 1 There {hall we drink full Draughts of Blifs,
And pluck new Life from heav'nly Trees!
Yet now and then, dear Lord, be flow
A Drop of Heav'n on Worms below. 1$ Send Comforts down froni thy right Hand
While we pafs thro' this barren Land,
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And in thy Temple let us fee A Glimpfe of Love, a Glimpfe of Thee.] XVII. God's Eterniiy. i "D ISE, rifemy Soul, and leave the Ground, Jtv Stretch all my Thoughts abroad, And roufe up every tuneful Sound To praife th' eternal God.
2 Long e'er the lofty Skies were fpread,
Jehovah fillM his Throne ; Or Adam form'd, or Angels made, The Maker liv'd alone.
3 His boundlefs Years can ne'er decreafe,
But dill maintain their Prime ; Eternity % his Dwelling-Place, And ever is his Time.
4 While like a Tide our Minutes flow.
The prefent and thepaft, He fills his own immmortal Now, And fees our Ages wafte.
5 The Sea and Sky muft perifh too,
And vaft Deftru&ion come ; The Creatures, look, how old they grow, And wait their fiery Deom I
6 Well, let the Sea (hrink all away.
And Flame melt down the Skies, My God {hall live an endlefs Day, When th' old Creation dies. XVIII. The Mittiftn of Angels. 1 TT IGH on a Hill of dazling Light Jrl The King of Glory fpreads his Seat, And Troops of Angels ftretch'd for Flight, %mi waiting rooud hj$ 5WfuJ jregtt
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2 * Go, faith the Lord, my Gabriel, go, Salutttbe Virgin* s fruitful Womb; f Makt half ye Cherubs, donun be/ow, Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.
$ || H«ie a bright Squadron leave* the Skiei, And thick around Elijla ftands; Anon a heav'nly Soldier flies, IT Aiid breaks the Chains from Peter s Hands,
4 Thy winged Troop, O God of Hofts, Wait on thy wand'ring Church below; Here we are failing to thy Coafb,
Let Angels be our Convoy too.
5 t Ar« they not all thy Servants, Lord? At thy Command they go and come ; With cheerful Hade obey thy Word, And guard thy Children to their Home.
XIX. Our Bodies frail, and God our Preferyer. I 1 ET others boaft how ftrong they be, -*— ' Nor Death nor Danger fear; But we'll confefs, O Lord to thee, What feeble Things we are. %' Frefh as the Grafs our Bodies fland, And flourim bright and gay, A blafting Wind fweeps o'er the Land, And fades the Grafs away. 3 Our Life contains a thoufand Springs, And dies if one be gone : Strange ! that a Harp of thoufand String?, Should keep in Tune fo long !
4 But
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a But 'tis our God fupports our Frame, The God that built us firft ; Salvation to th1 Almighty Name That rear'd us from the Duft. [5 He fpoke, and (trait our Hearts and Brains, In all their Motions rofe ; Let Bloody /aid be, flow round the Veins, And round the Veins it flows. 6 While we have Breath, or ufe our Tongues. Our Maker we'll adore ; His Spirit moves our heaving Lungs, Or they would breath no more.] XX, Backjlidings and Returns : Ol.The Inean*
ftancy of our Love. 1 TlfHY is my Heart fo far from thee, VV My God, ray chief Delight ; Why are my Thoughts no more by Day With thee, no more by Night ? [2Why mould my foolifh Paffions rove ? Where can fuch Sweetnefs be, As I have tailed in thy Love, As I have found in thee ?]
3 When my forgetful Soul renews
The Savour of thy Grace, My Heart prefumes I cannot lofe The Rehm all my Days.
4 But e're one fleeting Hour is paft,
The fiatt'ring World employs Some fenfual Bait to feize my TafU, And to pollute my Joys. [5 Trifles of Nature or of Art With fair deceitful Charm*
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Intrude upon my thoughtlefs Heart, And thruft thee from my Arms. 3 6 Then I repent and vex my Soul That I mould leave thee fo, Where will thofe wild Affe&ions roll That let a Saviour go ? [7 Sin's promis'd Joys are turn'd to Pain, And I am drown'd in Grief; But my dear Lord returns again, He flies to my Relief. 8 Seizing my Sou! with fweet Surprife, He draws with loving Bands: Pivine Companion in his Eyes, And Pardon in his Hands.] [9 Wretch that I am to wander thus In chafe of falfe Delight ! Let me be faften'd to thy Crofs Rather than lofethy Sight.] [10 Make hafte, my Days, to reach the Goal, And bring my Heart to reft, Or the dear Centre of my Soul, My God, my Saviour's Breaft.] XXL J Song o/PraiJe to God the Redeemer.
1 X* ET the old Heathens tune their Song JL Of great Diana and of Jove, But the fweet Theme that moves my Tongue Is my Redeemer and his Love.
2 Behold a God defcends and dies To fave my Soul from gaping Hell ; How the black Gulph where Satan lies, Yatfn'd to repcive rne when I fell !
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X How Juftice frown'd, and Vengeance ftood To drive me down to endlefs Pain ! But the great Son propos'd his Blood, And heav'nly Wrath grew mild again,
4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord, To thee be endlefs Honour giv n ; Thy wondVoui Name (hall be ador d ^ Round the wide Earth and wider Heav n, XXII. With God hit terrible Maj f>-
1 rr^ERRIBLE God, that reign ft on higri
1 How awful is thy thund'rmg Hand , Thy fiery Bolts, how fierce they fly ! Not can all Earth or Hell withltand.
2 This the old Reb*l AngeU knew, And Satan fell beneath thy Frown : ^ Thine Arrows (truck the Traytor thro , And weighty Vengeance funk him down.
3 This Sodom felt, and feels it ftiit, And roars beneath th' eternal Load, With endlefs burnings, who can dwell \ Or bear the Fury of a God?
4 Tremble, ye Sinners, and fubmit,
Throw down your Arms before his Throne, Bend your Heads low beneath his Feet, Or his Arong Hand (hall crufh you down.
c And ye, bleft Saints, that love him too, With Rev'rence bow before his Name, Thus all his heavenly Servantjdo : God is a bright and burning Flame.
XXIII. The Sight of God and Chub in Heaven.
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And mount and bear us far above The Reach of thefe inferiour Things.
2 Beyond, beyond this lower Sky, Up where eternal Ages roll, Where folid Pleafures never die, And fruits immortal feaft the Soul.
3 O for a Sight, apleafing Sight
Of our Almighty Father's Throne !
There fits our Saviour crdwn'd with Light,
Uoth'd in a Body like our own.
4 Adoring Saints around him ftand,
And Thrones and Pow'rs before him fall ; TheGod mines gracious thro' the Man, And fheds fweet Glories on them all.
5 O what amazing Joys they feel, While to their golden Harps ihey fing, And fit on ev'ry heav'nly Hill,
And fpread the Triumphs of their King.
6 When mail the Day, dear Lord, appear, That I mall mount to dwell above,
And ftand and bow amongft 'em there, And view thy Face, and fing, and love.
XXIV. The Evil of Sin <viftble in the Fall of Angels and Men .
i XWT HEN the great Builder arch'd the Skies Vy And formM all Nature with a Word, The joyful Cherub's tun'd his Praife, And cv'ry bending Throne ador'd.
2 High in the midft of all the Throng, Satan a tall Arch- Angel fat, *Amongft the Morning-Stars hefung, 'Till Sin deftroy'd his Heav'nly State.
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[3 'TwasSin thathurl'd him from his Throne, Grov'lling in Fire the Rebel lies: X Heiv art thou funk in Darknefs down, Son of the Morning, from the Skies.']
4 And thus our two fijft Parents flood Till Sin defil'd the happy Place ; They loft their Garden and their God, And ruin'd all their unborn Race.
[5 So fprung the Plague from 4dam\ Bower, And fpread Deftruftion all abroad ; Sin, the curft Name, and in one Hour Spoil'd fix Days Labour of a God.]
6 Tremble my Soul, and mourn for Grief, That fuch a Foe mould feize thy Breaft; Fly to the Lord for quick Relief;
0 may he flay this treacherous Gueft.
7 Then to thy throne viaorious King, Then to thy Throne our Shouts mail rife, Thine everlafting Arm we fmg,
For Sin the Mon-fter bleeds and dies.
MXXV. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. Y drowfy Powers, why /Jeep yefo 2 Awake, my fluggifh Soul ! Nothing has half thy Work to do, Yet nothing's half fo dull.
2 The little Ants for one poor Grain
Labour, and tug, and flrive, Yet we, who have a Heav'n t'obtain, How negligent we live ?
3 We for whofe Sake all Nature Sands,
And Stars their Courfes move ;
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We for whofe Guard the Angel-Bandi Come flying from above ; 4, We fo- whom God the Son came down, And labourM for oar Good, How carelefs to fecure that Crown He purchas'd with his Blood ? 5 Lord, ihall we lie fo fluggifti (till, And never aft our Parts ? Come, holy Dove, from th* heav'nly Hill, And fit and warm oui Heart*. 5 Then Ihall our active Spirits move, Upward our Souls (hall rift : With Hands of Faith and Wings of Love We'll fly and take the Prize.
XXVl.GoXinvifiblt. I T ORD, we are blind, we Mortals blind, 1 j We can/ 1 behold thy bright Abode; O 'tis beyond a Creature-Mini, To glance a Thought half-way to God ! z Infinite Leagues beyond the Sky The great Eternal reigns alone, Where neither Wings nor Souls can rt/> Nor Angels climb the toplefs Throne.
3 The Lordof Glory builds his Seat Of Gems infufFerably bright, And lays beneath his facred Feet Subftantial Beams of gloomy Night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy graciou* Eyes Look thro' and cheer us f rem above ; Beyond our Praife thy Grandeur flies, Yci weadore, and fet we love,
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XXVII. Praife ye him all bis Angels, Pfalm cxlviii. 2.
1 f~^\ OD ! the eternal awful Name
\J That the whole heav'nly Army fears; Tnat (hakes the wide Creation's Frame, And Satan trembles when he hears.
2 Like Flames of Fire his Servants are, And Light furrounds his Dwelling Place ; But, O ! ye fiery Flames, declare
The brighter Glories of his Face.
3 'Tis not for fuch poor Worms as we To fpeake fo Infinite a Thing ; But your immortal Eyes furvey
The Beauties of your Sov'reign King.
4 Tell how he fhews his fmiling Face, And cloaths all Heav'n in bright Array ; Triumph and Joys runs thro' the Place, And Songs eternal as the Day.
5 Speak (for you feel his burning Love) What Zeal it fpreads thro' all your Frame.; That facred Fire dwells all above,
For we on Earth have loft the Name.
[6 Sing of his Pow'rand Juftice too, That infinite Right Hand of his, That vanquinYd Satan and his Crew, And Thunder drove them down from Blifs.]
[7 What mighty Storms of poifon*d Darts Were hurl'd upon the Rebels there J What deadly Jav'lins nail'd their Hearc* Fall to the Racks of long DefpairH
[8 Shout to your King, you heav'nly Hoih You that behold the finking Foe,
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Firmly ye Pood when they were loft ; Praife the rich Grace that kept ye fo ] 9 Proclaim his Wonders from the Skies, Ltt ev'ry ciftant Nation hear : And while )ou found his lofty Praife, Let humble Mortals bow and fear.
XXVIIT. Death and Eternity.
1 C TOOP dovvn> ™Y Tho'ti, that ufe to rife, ^) Converfea while with Death : Think how a gafping Mortal lies, And pants away his Breath, .2 His quivering Lip hangs feebly down, KisPnifes faim and few, Then, fpcechlefs, with a doleful Groan; He bids the World adieu.
3 But, O the Soul that never dies f
At once it leaves the Clay ! Ye Thought * purfue it where it flies, And track it's wondrous Way.
4 Up *o theCourt.<- where Angels dwell,,
Ft mounts triumphing there ; Or Devils pjimge it down to Hell • Defpair. j Ar/J mud my Bocy faint and die? :\nC mud this Soul remove ? C ! ror fomc Guardian Angel nigh i o bear it it fafe above ! 6 Jd'usy to thy dear faithfulHand My naked Sod I trUft, Ar.d my Fltih waits for thy Command To drop into my Duft.
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XX IX. Redemption by Price and Power. i yESZJS, with all thy Saints above, , ^ My Tongue would bear her Part, Would found aloud thy faving Love, And fing thy bleeding Heart-
2 Bleft be the Lamb, my deareft Lord,
Who bought me with his Blood, And quench'd his Father's flaming Sword In his Own vital Flood.
3 The Lamb that freed my captive Soul
From Satan's, heavy Chains, And fent the Lion down to howl Where Hell and Horror reigns.
4 All Glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-cealing Praife, While Angels live to know his Name, Or Saints to feel his Grace.
XXX. Heavenly Joy on Earth. [i /^OME, we that love the Lord, V^ And let our Joys be known ; Join in a Song with fweet Accord, And thus furround theThrcne.
2 The Sorrows of the Mind Be banifh'd from the Phce ?
Religion never was delign'd To make our Pleafure lefs,]
3 Let thofe refute to fing That never knew our God,
But Fav'rites of the heav'nly King,
May fpeak their Joys abroad. [4. The God that rules on high, t And thunders when he pleafe*
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That rides upon the flormy Sky, And manages the Seas.]
5 This awful God is outs, Our Father and our Love,
He (hall fend down his heav'nly Powers To carry us above.
6 There we (hall fee his Face, And never, never fin ;
There from the Rivers of his Grace Drink endlefs Pleafures in.
7 Yes, and before we rife To that immortal State,
The Thoughts of fuch amazing Blifs
Should conftant Joys create. [8 The Men of Grace have found
Glory begun below, Celeilial Fruits on earthly Ground
From Faith and Hope may grow. 9 The Hill of Zion yields
AThoufand facred Sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly Fields,
Or walk the golden Streets. io Then let our Songs abound,
And ev'ry Tear be dry ; We're marching thro' ImmanueV^ Ground
To fairer Worlds on high.
XXXT. C\\n?Cs Preface makes Death eafy. I *Y7HY fiiould we Hart and fear to die ? VV What rim'rous Worn.? we Mortals are? Death is the Gate of endlefs |oyt And yet we dread to enter there.
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2 The Pains, the Groans, and dying Strife, Fright our approaching Souls away ; Stili we fhrink back again to Life,
Fond of ourPrilon, and our Clay.
3 O, if my Lord would come and meet, My Soul {hould ftretch her Wings in hafte Fly fcarlefs thro' Death's Iron Gate, Nor feel the Terrors as me pafs'd.
4 Jefus can make a dying Bed Feel foft as downy Pillows are, While on his Bread I lean my Head, And breathe my Life out fweetly there.
XXXII. Frailty and Folly.
1 1" TOW fhort and hafty is our Life ! j_ J. How vaft our SouTs Affairs ! Yet fenfelefs Mortals vainly ftrive
To lavifh out their Years.
2 Our Days run throughf.lefly along.
Without a Moment's Stay, Juft like a Story or a Song, We pafs our Lives away.
3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedlefson, And ever hafTning to the Tomb, Stoop downward as we run.
4 How we dffcrve the deepeft Hell,
7 hat flight the Joys above / What Chains of Vengeance (hould we feel Th^t break fuch Cords of Love !
5 Draw us, O God, with Sovereign Grace,
And life our Thoughts on high,
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That we may end this mortal Race, And fee Salvation nigh.
XXX rir. 'I he blejfed Society in Heaven,
1 t? ^SIS thee, my Soul, fly np and run IX Thro' ev'ry heav'nly Street, And fay, There's nought below the Sun That's worthy of thy Feet. [2 Thus will we mount on facred Wings, And tread the Courts above ; Nor Earth, nor all her mightielr. Things Shall tempt our meaneft Love.]
3 There on a high majdtick Throne
Th' Almighty Father reigns, And (beds his glorious Goodnefs down On all the blifsful Plains.
4 Bright, like a Sun, the Saviour fit?,
And fpeads eternal Noon ; No Ev'nings there, nor gloomy Nights, To want the feeble Moon.
5 Amidft thole ever-mining Skies
Behold the facred Dove, While banim'd Sin and SoTrow flies From all the Realms of Love. "
6 The glorious Tenants of the Place
StancJ bending round the Throne ; And Saints and Seraphs fingand praife The infinite Three One. [7 But O what Beams of heav'nly Grace . Tranfport them all the while ! Ten Thoufand Smiles from Jefus* Face, And Love in ev'ry Smile !
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3 Jefus, and when Pnall that dear Day, That joyful Hour appear, When Tlhall leave this Honfe of Clay, To dwell amongft 'em there ?
XXXIV. Breathing after the Eoh Spirit : On Fervency cf Devotion dtji-td.
1 i^OME, Ho'y Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, \> With all thy quick'ning PowVs, Kmdle a Flame of facred Love, In thefecold Hearts of ours.
3 Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of thefe trifling Toys ; Our Souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys, .3 In vain we tune our formal Songs, In v.ain we ftrive to rife ; Bo/annas languifli on our Tongues., And our Devotion dies,
4 Dear Lord ! and (hall we ever he
At this poor dying Rate ; Our Love fo faint, io cold to thee ? And thine to us fo great ?
5 Comes Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs, Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's Love, Andthat (hall kindle ours.
XXXV. 'Traife to God for Creation j&f Redemption , 1 "J ET them neglecl thy Glory Lord,
t JL> Who never knew thy Grace, .But our loud Songs (hall ftill record Tha Wonders of thy Praife.
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z We raife our Shouts, Q God, to thee.
And fend them to thy Throne, All Glory to th] UNITED Three,
The Undivided One.
3 Twas He (and we'll adore his Name)
That form'd us by a Word, 'Tis he reftores our ruin'd Frame ; Salvation to the Lord/
4 Hofanna / let the Earth and Skies
Report the joyful Sound, Rocks, Hills and Vales refleft the Voice In one eternal Round.
XXXVI. ChristV Intercejfion. i \AT&LLt the Redeemer's gone, ▼ ▼ T' appear before our God, To fprinkle o'er the flaming Throne,
With his atoning Blood, * No fiery, Vengeance now,
Nor burning Wrath comes down ; If Juftice call for Sinners Blood, The Saviour fhews his own.
3 Before his Father's Eye Our humble Suit he moves,
The Father lays his Thunder by, And looks, and fmiles, and loves.
4 Now may our joyful Tongues, Our Maker's Honour fmgr
Jefus the Prieft receives our Songs,
And bears 'em to the King. [5 We bow before his Face,
And found his Glories high,
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■' Hofanna to the God of Grace
" That lays his Th under by.] 6 " On Earth thy Mercy reigns,
" And triumphs all above ; But, Lord, how w.-ak the mortal Strain*
To fpeak immortal Love ! [7 How jarring and how low
Are a'ii the Notes we ling I Sweet Saviour, tune our Songs anew,
And they fnail pieafe the King ]
XXXVII. The fame. i T IFT up your Eyes to th' heav'nly Seats \ i Where your Redeemer ftays ; Kind IntercelTor. there he fits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.
2 Twas well, my Soul, he dy*d for thee,
And died his vital Blood, Appeas'd ftern Juftice on the Tree, And then arofe to God.
3 Petitions now and Praife may rife,
And Saints their Off-rings bring, The Priell with his own Sacrifice
Prefents them to the King. [4 Let Papifts rruft what Names they pieafe,-"'
Their Saints and Angels boaft ; We've no fuch Advocates as thefe,
Nor pray to th' heav'nly Holt ]
5 Jefus alone mall bear my Cries Up to his Father's Throne : He (deareft Lord) perfumes my Sighs, Aadfweetens ev'ry Groan.
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[6 Ten thoufand Praifes to the King, Ho/anna in the high'ft ; Ten thoufand Thanks our Spirits bring To God and to his Cbpiji.]
XXXVIII. Love to God.
1 .f-f APPY tne Heart where Graces rei£«, ■* A Where Love infpire* the Bread , Love is the brighteft of the Train, And ftrengthens all the reft. Z Knowledge, alas J 'tis all in vain, And all in vaia our Fear, Our ftubborn Sins will fight and reign, If Love be abfent there.
3 'Tis Love that makes our chearful Feet
In fwift Obedience move, The Devils know and tremble too, But Satan cannot love.
4 This is the Grace that lives and fings
When Faith and Hope (hall ceafe ; 'Tis this fhall flrike our joyful Stringt In the fweet Realms of Blifs.
5 Eefore we quite forfake our Clay,
Or leave this dark Abode, | The Wings of Love bear us away To fee our fmiling God. XXXIX. The Shortmfs ani Mifery of Life.
* /"\^R Days' aIa$ •' are mortal Days, \J Are ftiort and wretched too j
* Evil and Few, the Patriarch fays, And well the Patriarch knew.
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3 Tis but at beft a narrow Bound That Heav'n allows to Men, And Pains and Sins run thro' the Round Of Threefcore Years and Ten.
3 Well, if ye muft be fad and few,
Run on my Days in Hafte ; Moments of Sin, and Months of Woe, Ye cannot fly too fall.
4 Let heav'nly Love prepare my Soul,
And call her to the Skies, Where Years of long Salvation roll, And Glory never dies. %L. Our Comfort in the Covenant made 'with Christ.
1 /^VUR God, how firm his Promife (lands, V_y Ev'n when he hides his Face ;
He trufts in our Redeemer's Hands, His Glory and his Graca.
2 Then why, -my Soul, thefe fad Complain ;s
Sinee Chriji and we are One ? Thy God is faithful to his Saints, Is faithful to his Son,
3 Beneath his Smiles my Heart has liv'd,
And Part of Heav'n poffeft ; I praife his Name for Grace receiv'd, And truft him for tke reft. XLI. A Sight of God mortifies us to the Wortt. j TTPto the Fields where Angels lye, \J And living Waters gently roll, Fain would my Thoughts leap out and fly- But Sin hangs heavy on my Soul,
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2. Thy wond'rous Blood, dear dying Cbrifl. Can make this Load of Guilt remove ; And thou can'ft bear me where thou fly 'ft. On thy kind Wirogs, Celeilial JDove I
3 O might T once mount up and fee The Glories of th' eternal Skies,
What little Things thefe Worlds wou'd be f How defpicable to my Eyes f]
4 Had I a Glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and Men would vanim foon, Vanim as tho* I faw 'em not,
As a dim Candle dies at Noon.
5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, I mould perceive the Noife no more Than we can hear a making Leaf,
While rattling Thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, Eternal King, Let me but view thy lovely Face, And all my Pow'rs mail bow and'fing, Thine endlefs Grandeur, and thy Grace,
XLIL Delight in God.
1 \/fY G°d' what endIe^s Pkafu res dwell jLVJL Above at thy Right Hand ! The Courts below, how amiable, Where all thy Graces (land ! ; The Swallow near thy Temple lies, And chirps a chcarful Note ; The Lark mounts upward tow'rd thy Skiw,
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Or fitting round our Father's Boards We crown the Feaft with Songs. 4 While Jefus fhines with qnick'ning Gra.ce, We fingand mount on high ; BuHf a Frown becloud his Face, We faint, and tire, and die. [5 Juft as we fee the fonefome Dove, Bemoan her Widow'd State, Wand'ring me flies thro' all the Grove, And mourns her loving Mate. 6 Juft fo our Tho'ts from Thing to Thing In reftlefs Circles rove. Juft fo we droop, and hang the Wing,. When Jefus hides his Love.J
XLIII. Christ's Sufferings and G/ery.
x MOW for a Tune of lofty Praife, «*-^» To Great Jehovah^ Equal Son I Awake, my Voice, in Heav'nly Lays, Tell the loud Wonders he hath done.
2 Sing how he left the Worlds of Light, And the bright Robes he wore above ; How fwift and joyful was his Flight On Wings of everlafting Love.
[3 Down to this bafe, this finfulEarth, He came to raife our Nature high ; He came t' atone Almighty Wrath ; Jtfus the God was born to die.] {4 Hell and it's Lions roar'd around, His precious Blood the Monflers fpiir. While weighty Sorrows preft him down, Large as, the Load* of all our Guilt ]
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5 Deep in the Shades of gloomy Death, Th' Almighty Captive Pris'ner lay : Th' Almighty Captive Jeft the Earth, And rofe to everlailing Day.
6 Lift up your Eyes, ye Sons of Light, Up to his Throne of mining Grace, See what immortal Glories fit Round the fwect Beauties of his Face.
.7 Amongft a thoufand Harps and Songs Jefus the God exalted reigns, His facred Name fills all their Tongues, And echoes thro' the heavenly Plains.
XLIV. Hell'. Or, The Vengeance of Goo.
i "IT7TTH holy Fear, and humble Song, V V The dreadful God our Souls a/ore ; tRevVeace and Awe becomes the Tp*fgue That fpeaks the Terrors of his Ptfw'r.
2 Far in the Deep where Darknefs dwells, The Land of Horror and Defpair, Juftice has bujlt a difiaal Hell, And laid her Scores of Vengeance there.
[3 Eternal Plagues and heavy Chains, Tormenting Racks and fiery Coals, And Darts C inflitt immortal Pains. J3y'd in the Blood of damned Souls.]
4 There Satan the firil Sinner lies, And roars, and bites his Iron Bands ; In vain the Rebel ftrives to rife,
CruuYd with the Weight of both thy Hands.]
5 There guilty Ghofts of Adams Race Shriek out and howl beneath thy Rod ;
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Once they would foorn a Saviour's Grace, But they incens'd a dreadful God. fc Tremble, my Soul, and kifs the Son ;
Sinners, obey the Saviour's Call ;
E!fe your Damnation hailens on,
And Hell gapes wide to wait your Fall.
XLV. God's Condefcenfion to our Worjhip.
f *"| ^HY Favours, Lord, furprize our Soul*
£. Will the Eternal dwell with us ?
What canll thou find beneath the Poles,
To.tempt thy Chariot downward thus ? 2 Still might he fill his (tarry Throne,
And pleafe his Ears with Gabriel's Songs ;
But trT heav'nly Majefty comes down, . And bows to hearken to our Tongues, 5 Great God, what poor Returns we pay,
For Love fo- infinite as thine ?
Words are but Air, and Tongues but Clay,
But thy Companion's all divine. XLVI. Gods Condefcenfion to Human Affairs- t T TP to the Lord that reigns on high,
\J And views the Nations from afar,
Let everlafting Praifes fly,
And tell how large his Bounties are. fs He that can make the Worlds he made,
Or with his1 Word, or with his Rod,
His Goodnefs how amazing great !
And what acondefcending God !] £5 God that muft ftoop to view the Skie*,
.And bow to fee what Angels do,
Down to our Earth he caftshisEyes,
And bends his Footfteps downward too.]
4 He
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4 He over- rules all mortal Things, And manages our mean Affairs ; Oa humble Souls the King of Kinga Beftows his Counfels and his Cares.
5 Our Sorrows and our Tears we pour Into the Bofom of our God. He hears us in the mournful Hour, And helps us bear the heavy Load.
6 In vain might lofty Princes try Such Condefcention to perform ; For Worms were never rais'd (o high. Above their meaneft Fellow- Worm.
7 O could our thankful Hearts devife A Tribute equal to thy Grace, To the third Heav'n our Songs mould rife. And teach the golden Harps thy Praife.
XLVII. Glory cindGraceln the Perfon */Xhrift 1 TVffOW to the Lord a noble Song !
XNI Awake my Soul, awake my Tongue ;
Ho/anna to trT eternal Name,
And all his boundlefs Love proclaim. 3 See where it mines in Jefus" Face,
The brightell Image of his Grace ;
God in the Perfon of his Son
Has all his mightiefl: Works out -don. 3 The fpacious Earth, and fpreading Flood
Proclaim the wife, the pow'rful God,
And thy rich Glories from afar,
Sparkle in every rolling Star. 4. But in his Looks a Glory ftands,
The nobleft Labour of thine Hands :
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The pleafing Luftre of his Eyes Out-fhines the Wonders of the Skies.
5 Grace! 'tis a fweet, a charming Theme; My Thoughts rejoice at Jefus1 Name : Ye Angels, dwell upon the Sound,
Ye Heav'ns reflect it to the Ground.
6 O may I live to reach the Place Where he unveils his lovely Face, Where all his Beauties you behold, And fing his Name to Harps of Gold !
XLVIH. Lo<ve to the Creatures is dangerous.
1 TJOW vain are all Things here beiow ! JL 4 ^ow falfe. and yet how fair ! Each Pleafure hath it's Poifon too,