"Worthy art thou alone, they cry, "To read the Book, to loose the Seals."] 6 Our Voices join the heav'nly Strain, And with tranfporting Pleafure fing,

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Worthy the Lamb that once was flain, "To be our Teacher and our King!" His Words of Prophecy reveal Eternal Counfels, deep Defigns;

His Grace and Vengeance fhall fulfil
The peaceful and the dreadful Lines:
8 Thou haft redeem'd our Souls from Hell
With thine invaluable Blood;

And Wretches that did once rebel,
Are now made Fav'rites of their God.
9 Worthy for ever is the LORD,
That dy'd for Treafons not his own,
By every Tongue to be ador'd,

And dwell upon his Father's Throne!

XXVI. Hope of Heaven by the Refurrection of CHRIST, I Pet. i. 3-5.

BLefs'd be the everlasting GOD,

The Father of our LORD,

Be his abounding Mercy prais'd,

His Majefty ador'd.

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 fhould never die.

3 What tho' our inbred Sins require
Our Flesh to fee the Duft,

Yet as the LORD our Saviour rose,
So all his Followers muft.

4 There's an Inheritance Divine,
Referv'd against that Day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the Power of God are kept
Till the Salvation come;

We walk by Faith. as Strangers here,
Till CHRIST fhall call us Home.

XXVII. Affurance of Heaven: or, a Saint prepared to die, 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18.

1

EATH may diffolve my Body now,
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,

Finish'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.

4 Nor hath the King of Grace decreed
This Prize for me alone;

But all that love, and long to fee

Th' Appearance of his Son.

5 JESUS, the LORD, fhall guard me fafe
From ev'ry ill Defign;

And to his heav'nly Kingdom take
This feeble Soul of mine.

6 GoD is my everlasting Aid,
And Hell fhall rage in vain
To Him be highest Glory paid,
And endless Praise. Amen.

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XXVIII The Triumph of CHRIST over the Enemies of his Church, Ifa. lxiii. 1-3, &c.

WHAT

HAT mighty Man, or mighty Gor,`
Comes travelling in State

Along the umean Road,

Away from Bozrah's Gate!

2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'Tis fome victorious King:
"Tis I, the Juft, th' Almighty One,
"That your Salvation bring."

3 Why, mighty LORD, thy Saints inquire,
Why thine Apparel's red;

And all thy Vefture ftain'd like those
Who in the Wine-prefs tread?

4 "I by myfelf have trod the Prefs,
"And crufh'd my Foes alone;
"My Wrath has ftruck the Rebels dead,
"My Fury ftamp'd them down.

5 ""Tis Edom's Blood that dyes my Robes "With joyful scarlet Stains;

"The Triumph that my Raiment wears Sprung from my bleeding Veins.

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6 " Thus fhall the Nations be destroy'd "That dare infult my Saints:

"I have an Arm t' avenge their Wrongs, An Ear for their Complaints."

XXIX. The Second Part: or The Ruin of Antichrift, ver. 4-7.

1

"I

Lift my Banner, faith the LORD,
"Where Antichrift has ftood;

"The City of my Gospel-foes
"Shall be a Field of Blood.

2 My Heart has ftudy'd juft Revenge,
"And now the Day appears,
"The Day of Redeem'd is come,
"To wipe away their Tears.

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3 "Quite weary is my Patience grown. And bids my Fury go:

"Swift as the Lightning it fhall move, "And be as fatal too.

4 "I call for Helpers, but in vain "Then has my Gospel none?

5

"Well, mine own Arm has might enough "To crush my Foes alone.

'Slaughter and my devouring Sword
"Shall walk the Streets around,

"Babel fhall reel beneath my Stroke, "And ftagger to the Ground." 6 Thy Honours, O victorious King! Thine own right Hand fhall raife, While we they awful Vengeance fing, And our Deliv'rer praise.

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XXX. Prayer for Deliverance answered,
Ifa. xxvi. 8-20.

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IN thine own Ways, O GOD of Love,
We wait the Vifits of thy Grace;
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 earnest Cries falute the Skies

Before the Dawn restores 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 of thy Rod.
4 Hark! the Eternal rends the Sky,
A mighty Voice before him goes,
A Voice of Mufic to his Friends,
But threatning Thunder to his Foes.
5 Come, Children, to your Father's Arms,
Hide in the Chambers of my Grace,
Till the fierce Storms be overblown,
And my revenging Fury ceafe,