4 Now to the GOD of Victory
Immortal Thanks be paid.

Who makes us Conqu'rors while we die,
Thro' CHRIST our living Head,

XVIII. Blessed are the Dead that die in the LORD, Rev. xiv. 3.

HE

[claims

EAR what the Voice from Heav'n pro-
For all the pious Dead;
Sweet is the Savour of their Names,
And foft their fleeping Bed.

2 They die in JESUS, and are blefs'd;
How kind their Slumbers are!
From Suff'rings 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 Song of Simeon; or Death made defirable,
Luke ii, 27, &c.

1

Lo

ORD, at thy Temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,"

And hope to meet our Saviour here;'
O make our Joys the fame.!

2 With what divine and vaft Delight
The good old Man was fill'd,

When fondly in his wither'd Arms
He clafp'd the holy Child;

3 Now I can leave this World, he cry'd; "Behold thy Servant dies:

"I've feen thy great Salvation, LORD;
And clofe my peaceful Eyes.

"This is the Light prepar'd to fhine
Upon the Gentile Lands;

"Thine Ifrael's Glory, and their. Hope,
"To break their flavifh Bands."

[5 JESUS! the Vifion of thy Face
Hath overpow'ring Charms!
Scarce shall I feel Death's cold. Embrace,
If CHRIST be in my Arms.

6 Then, while ye hear my Heart-ftrings break,
How fweet my Minutes roll!
A mortal Palenefs on my Cheek,
And Glóry in my Soul.]

XX. Spiritual Apparel, namely, The Robe of Righ teoufnefs, and Garments of Salvation, Ifa. Ixi. 10.

AWAKE, my Heart, árife my Tongue,

Prepare a tuneful Voice,

In GOD, the Life of all my Joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'Tis He adorn'd my naked Soul,
And made Salvation mine;

Upon a poor polluted Worm

He makes his Graces fhine.

8 And left the Shadow of a Spot

Should on my Soul be found,

He took the Robe the Saviour wrought,
And caft it all around.

4 How far the heav'nly Robe exceeds
What earthly Princes wear!

These Ornaments, how bright they fhine!
How white the Garments are!
5 The Spirit wrought my Faith, and Love,
And Hope, and ev'ry Grace;
But JESUS fpent his Life to work
The Robe of Righteousness.

6 Strangely, my Soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three!
In fweeteft Harmony of Praise
Let all thy Powers agree.

XXI. A Vifion of the Kingdom of CHRIST among Men, Rev. xxi, 1—4;

i O, what a glorious Sight appears
To our believing Eyes!

The Earth and Seas are pafs'd away,
And the old rolling Skies:

From the third Heav'n, where GoD refides,
That holy, happy Place,
The New Jerufalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining Grace.

3 Attending Angels fhout for Joy,
And the bright Armies fing;

4

"Mortals, behold the facred Seat
"Of your defcending King!
"The GoD of Glory down to Men
"Removes his bleft Abode,

"Men, the dear Objects of his Grace, "And He the loving God.

"His own soft Hand shall wipe the Tears
"From ev'ry weeping Eye;
"And Pains and Groans, and Griefs and Fears,
"And Death itself fhall die."

6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long!
Shall this bright Hour delay?
Fly fwiftly round, ye Wheels of Time,
And bring the welcome Day.

XXII. and XXIII. Referred to the 125th Pfalm.

XXIV. The rich Sinner dying, Pfal. xlix. 6, 9. Eccl. viii. 8. Job iii. 14, 15.

1

vain the wealthy Mortals toil,

Nad heap their thining Duft in vain;

Look down and scorn the humble Poor, And boast their lofty Hills of Gain. 2 Their golden Cordials cannot ease Their pained Hearts or aching Heads, Nor fright, nor bribe approaching Death, From glitt'ring Roofs and downy Beds. 3 The ling'ring, the unwilling Soul, The difmal Summons must obey,

And bid a long, a fad Farewel,
To the pale Lump of lifeless Clay.

4 Thence they are huddled to the Grave, Where Kings and Slaves have equal Thrones; Their Bones without Diftin&tion lie, Amongst the Heap of meaner Bones.

I

The reft referred to the 49th Pfalm.

XXV. A Vifion of the Lamb, Rev. v. 6–9.

ALL. Mortal Vanities begone,

Nor
tempt my Eyes, nor tire
Behold amidft th' eternal Throne
A Vision of the Lamb appears.

[2 Glory his fleecy Robe adorns,

my

Ears;

Mark'd with the bloody Death he bore; Sev'n are his Eyes, and fev'n his Horns, To speak his Wisdom and his Power.

3 Lo, he receives a fealed Book From Him that fits upon the Throne: JESUS, my LORD, prevails to look On dark Decrees, and Things unknown.] 4 All the affembling Saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new Songs of Gofpel-found Addrefs their Honours to his Name. [5 The Joy, the Shout, the Harmony Flies o'er the everlasting Hills;