"Evil and FEW," the Patriarch says, And well the Patriarch knew. 2 'Tis but at beft a narrow Bound And Pains and Sins run thro' the Round 3 Well, if ye must be fad and few, 4 Let heav'nly Love prepare my Soul, Where Years of long Salvation roll, * Gen. xlvii. 9. XL. Our Comfort in the Covenant made with CHRIST. 2 UR GOD! how firm his Promise stands! He trufts in our Redeemer's Hands 2 Then why, my Soul, these fad Complaints, Since CHRIST and we are One? Thy GoD is faithful to his Saints,. 3 Beneath his Smiles my Heart has liv'd, I praise his Name for Grace receiv'd, And truft him for the reft. XLI. A Sight of GOD mortifies us to the World. [UP And living Waters gently roll, P to the Fields where Angels lie, Fain would my Thoughts leap out and fly, 2 Thy wond'rous Blood, dear dying CHRIST, 3 O might I once mount up and fee 4 Had I a Glance of thee my GoD, As a dim Candle dies at Noon. 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave; XLII. Delight in GOD. MY GOD, what endless Pleasures dwell Above at thy right Hand! Thy Courts below, how amiable, 2 The Swallow near thy Temple lies, The Lark mounts upwards to thy Skies, [5 Juft as we fee the lonesome Dove 6 Juft fo our Thoughts from Thing to Thing In reftlefs Circles rove; Juft fo we droop and hang the Wing, XLIII. CHRIST's Sufferings and Glory. JOW for a Tune of lofty Praise NOW To great JEHOVAH's equal Son! Awake, my Voice, in heav'nly Lays Tell the loud Wonders he hath done. 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 everlasting Love. [3 Down to this base, this finful Earth, He came to raise our Nature high; He came t'atone Almighty Wrath; JESUS the GOD was born to die.] [4 Hell and its Lions roar'd around; His precious Blood the Monsters spilt; While weighty Sorrows prefs'd him down, Large as the Loads of all our Guilt.] 5 Deep in the Shades of gloomy Death, Th' Almighty Captive Pris'ner lay; Th' Almighty Captive left the Earth, And rofe to everlafting Day. 6 Lift up your Eyes, ye Sons of Light, Up to his Throne of fhining Grace; See what immortal Glories fit Round the sweet Beauties of his Face. 7 Amongst a thousand Harps and Songs, JESUS the GOD exalted reigns; His facred Name fills all their Tongues, XLIV. Hell: or, The Vengeance of GOD." WITH ITH holy Fear and humble Song, 2 Far in the Deep, where Darkness dwells, And laid her Stores of Veng'ance there. [3 Eternal Plagues and heavy Chains, 5 There guilty Ghosts of Adam's Race 6 Tremble, my Soul, and kifs the Son; Fall. |