2. His deep-dy'd crimson Robes outvie
The Blushes of the Morning-Sky,
Lo! how Triumphant He appears,
And Victory in His Vifage wears!

3. How ftrong, how ftately does He go!
Pompous, and folemn is his Pace,
And full of Majefty his Face :
Who is this Mighty Hero, who?

4. 'Tis I, who to my Promise stand;

I, who Sin, Death, Hell, and the Grave Have foil'd with this All-conquering Hand: 'Tis I, the LORD, mighty to fave.

5. Why wear'st Thou then this crimson Die, Say, Thou All-conquering Hero, why? Why do thy Garments look all red,

Like them that in the Wine-fat tread ?

6. The Wineprefs I alone have trod, That pondrous Mafs I ply'd alone, And with me to affift was none,

A Task worthy the Son of GOD!

7. Angels ftood trembling at the Sight,
Enrag'd I put forth all my Might,
And down the Engine prefs'd; the Force-
Put frighted Nature out of Course;

8. The Blood gufh'd out, and chequer'd o'er
My Garments with its deepest Gore,
With glorious Stains bedeck'd I ftood,
And writ my Victory in Blood.

9. The Day, the Signal Day is come,
Vengeance on all my Foes to take,
The Day, when Death fhall have its Doom,
And the dark Kingdom's Powers shall shake.

10. I look'd who to affift stood by: Trembled Heaven's Hoft, nor ventur'd nigh: Ev'n to my Father did I look

In Pain my Father me forfook.

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11. Awhile amaz'd I was to fee

None to uphold, or comfort me: Then I arofe in Might array'd,

And call'd my Fury to my Aid;

12. My Single Arm the Battle won,
And strait th' acclaiming Hofts above,
Hymn'd in new Songs of Joy and Love,
JEHOVAH, and His Conquering Son.

PART II.

1. I too will magnify the LORD, And emulate the Angels Lays, His Loving-kindnesses record

In Sounds of Everlasting Praise.

2. For All He hath on Us beftow'd.
This only Tribute can I bring,
Extol the Mercies of my GoD,
His Multitude of Mercies fing.

3. How Good to Ifrael's Chofen Race
Who, who can All His Goodness tell!
So rich in unexhausted Grace,

His Riches are Unfearchable.

4. Surely, He faid, mine own they are,
My People will not faithlefs prove,
My Children will not flight my Care,
Or difappoint a Father's Love.

5. Sweetly He ftrove their Hearts to gain,
He woo'd them to embrace His Will.

They

They never ask'd His Help in vain,
But found a Present Saviour still.

6. Dear as the Apple of His Eye
In all their Griefs He kindly griev'd;
The Angel of His Prefence nigh

From all the fav'rite Nation faved.

7. He rescued when to Evil fold,

He fnatch'd them from impending Harms,
Carried them all the Days of old,
Safe in His Everlasting Arms.

8. He magnified His Saving Power,
Call'd them His utmoft Grace to prove,
With infinite Compaffion bore

The Objects of His tend' reft Love,

9. But Oh! they foon forfook their GoD, The faithlefs and rebellious Race

In devious Paths of Evil trod,

And griev'd the Spirit of His Grace.

10. They vex'd; and forc'd His Wrath to rife, His Vengeance fell fo long delay'd: Conftrain'd the Rebels to chastise,

He pour'd His Judgments on their Head.

11. His Mercy then He call'd to mind, He call'd to mind the antient Days When Only Merciful, and kind

He smiled on the Peculiar Race.

12. Where is He Now-their GOD, their Guide! (He taught their Hearts the Powerful Plea) Where is He Now, their Hearts replied, Who brought His People from the Sea?

13. Who

13. Who plac'd a Shepherd o'er the rest,
And gave him Wisdom from above,
And breath'd into his peaceful Breaft
The meek, mild Spirit of His Love.

14. Them by the Hand of Mofes led,
His Power, and Goodnefs to proclaim,
Beyond the Bounds of Time to spread
JEHOVAH's Everlafting Name.

15. The LORD of Hofts in All appear'd,
He fmote the Sea with Mofes' Rod,
His Glorious Arm aloft He rear'd.
The parting Sea confefs'd its God.

16. He brought them thro' the wondrous Way, The Deep was dry at His Command,

Secure they march'd in firm Array,

Nor ftumbled, till they reach'd the Land.

17. Smooth as the gen'rous nurtur'd Beast,
Into the verdant Vale goes down,
To bring them to That Promis'd Reft,
His Spirit gently led them on.

18. Thus didft Thou guide Thy Chofen Race,
That every Tongue might fpeak Thy Fame,
And Earth, and Heaven confpire to praise
The GoD of Ifrael's Glorious Name.

PART III.

1. GOD of Eternal Majefty,

High as Thou art, from Heaven look down, Holy, and Juft, we cry to Thee,

Behold us from Thy Glorious. Throne !

2. Where is Thy Strength to conquer Sin? Thy Zeal to fave a fallen Race?

Thy

Thy Bowels founding from within?
Thy Mercies, and Thy Pard'ning Grace?

3. Thy Pity, and Paternal Care,

The tender Yearnings of Thy Heart, Are they reftrain'd? Is Fury there? Ah no! Thou ftill our Father art.

4. Doubtless Thou art our Father still,
Though Abraham His Seed difowns
Debas'd by Sin, though Ifrael
Renounces his Degenerate $ons.

5. Our LORD, and our Redeemer now
Thou art, and will be ftill the fame,
Our Everlasting Father Thou;

JEHOVAH is Thy Glorious Name.

6. Why then, O LORD, if Ours Thou art,
Why haft Thou fuffer'd us to rove?
Withdrawn Thy Spirit from our Heart,
And left us to our Want of Love?

7. Why haft Thou hid Thy lovely Face, And caus'd us from Thy Paths to err? Abandon'd by Refraining Grace

Our Hearts were harden'd from Thy Fear.

8. Yet, LORD, for Thee again we mourn, Now let our Prayers Thine Aid engage, Now for Thy Servant's fake return,

And chear Thy drooping Heritage.

9. The Land we fondly deem'd our own (Alas, how fhort a Time enjoy'd!)

Our Adverfaries have or'ethrown,

And trampled on the Houfe of GOD.