2 No, smoking Sweets, nor bleeding Lambs,
Nor Kid, nor Bullock flain,
Incense and Spice of coftly Names,
Would all be burnt in vain.
3 Aaron must lay his Robes away,
His Mitre and his Vest,
When GOD himfelf comes down to be
The Off'ring and the Priest.
4 He took our mortal Flesh to show
The Wonders of his Love;
For us he paid his Life below,
And prays for us above.
"Father," he cries, "forgive their Sins,
"For I myself have dy'd;"
And then he fhews his open'd Veins,
And pleads his wounded Side.
XIII. The Creation, Prefervation, Diffolution, and Reftoration of this World
ING to the LORD that built the Skies,
The LORD that rear'd this stately Frame; Let all the Nations found his Praife,
And Lands unknown repeat his Name.
ż He form'd the Seas, and form'd the Hills,
Made ev'ry Drop, and ev'ry Dust,
Nature and Time with all their Wheels,
And push d them into Motion first.
3 Now, from his high imperial Throne
He looks far down upon the Spheres ;
He bids the fhining Orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hafty Years.
4 Thus fhall this moving Engine laft,
Till all his Saints are gather d in:
Then for the Trumpet's dreadful Blast,
To shake it all to Duft again!
Yet, when the Sound fhall tear the Skies, And Lightning burn the Globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful Eyes, There's a new Heav'n and Earth for you.
XIV. The LORD's Day: or, Delight in
Elcome fweet Day of Rest,
That faw the LORD arife:
Welcome to this reviving Breaft,
And these rejoicing Eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feafts his Saints to-day;
Here we may fit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One Day amidst the Place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand Days
Of pleasurable Sin.
4 My willing Soul would stay
In fuch a Frame as this,
And fit and fing herself away
To everlasting Blifs.
XV. The Enjoyment of CHRIST: or,
Delight in Worship.
AR from my Thoughts, vain World beLet Let my religious Hours alone; (gone, 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
Come, my dear JESUS, from above,
And feed my Soul with heav'nly Love..
[3 The Trees of Life immortal ftand
In fragrant 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 spread the Table of thy Grace:
Bring down a Taste of Truth divine,
And cheer my Heart with facred Wine.]
5 Blefs'd JESUS, what delicious Fare!
How fweet thy Entertainments are!
Never did Angels taste above
Redeeming Grace, and dying Love.
6 Hail, great IMMANUEL, all Divine!"
In thee thy Father's Glories fhine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, faireft One,
That Eyes have feen, or Angels known.
?L ORD, what a Heav'n of faving Grace
Shines thro' the Beauties of thy Face,
And lights our Paffion to a Flame!
LORD, how we love thy charming Name!
8 When I can fay, my GoD is mine,
When I can feel thy Glories fhine,
I tread the World beneath my Feet,
And all that Earth calls Good, or Great,
9 While fuch a Scene of facred Joys
Our raptur'd Eyes and Souls employs,
Here we could fit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting Day.
10 Well, we fhall quickly pafs the Night,
To the fair Coafts of perfect Light;
Then fhall our joyful Senfes rove
O'er the dear Object of our Love.
[11 There fhall we drink full draughts of Blifs,
And pluck new Life from heav'nly Trees!
Yet now and then, dear LORD, bestow
A Drop of Heav'n on Worms below.
12 Send Comforts down from thy right Hand,
While we pafs thro' this barren Land,
And in thy Temple let us fee
A Glimpse of Love, a Glimpfe of Thee.]
XVII. GOD's Eternity.
IRISE, rife, my Soul and leave the Ground,
Stretch all thy Thoughts abroad,
And roufe up ev'ry tuneful Sound
To praise th' eternal God.
2 Long ere the lofty Skies were fpread,
JEHOVAH fill'd his Throne,
Or Adam form'd, or Angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.
3 His boundless Years can ne'er decrease,
But ftill maintain their Prime;
Eternity's his Dwelling-place,
And ever is his Time.
While like a Tide our Minutes flow,
The Present and the Past,
He fills his own immortal Now,
And fees our Ages waste.
5 The Sea and Sky muft perifh too,
And vaft Deftruction come!
The Creatures! look, how old they grow,
And wait their fiery Doom.
6 Well, let the Sea fhrink all away,
And Flame melt down the Skies; My GoD fhall live an endle's Day, When th' old Creation dies.
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