10 And fee the Heav'ns and Earth roll faft away, Void of all Hurt, and void of all Dismay. 11 And when our Mirth we yet would higher raife, O'er Jefu's Flock we fing a Hymn of Praise ; 12 The Pilgrims in their diff'rent Paths we trace, And what's our Profpect ev'ry where ? 'tis 13 Grace can allay the Heat's exceffive Rage, The glowing Wounds can fharpeft Cold af fwage. 14 The Saviour's Blood heals ev'ry Malady; And help'd by Grace, we venture out to Sea. 15 Grace leads fome East some Weft, in quest of Souls, And others to the South and Northern Poles. 16 Plain the Sea-Congregation fees and feels, That Jefu's Grace the highest Waves outfwells. -17 Their Mafts may crack, and fplit, and down may break, The Babes will fmile, tho' others fear and shake. 18 Grace 18 Grace keeps one Ship, detains its Anchor faft, And makes another like an Arrow haste. 19 Grace is to Meffengers, whom Jefus fends, The Grave of fome; and others' Life exa tends. 20 Grace furely loves to blefs the Pilgrims Feet, Who wish to catch loft Sinners in their Net. 21 True, if mere Grace did not preserve us ftill, The World would tofs and tear us at its Will. 22 But who are we? his Worms of Wonder all; Who live but by his Grace, without it fall. 23 Grace, to our own Surprize, thus makes us glow, And daily learns our staggering Feet to go 24 O Flesh! why art Thou of no stronger Frame? Since fo exceeding great is Jefu's Aim. CVI.. Son of God, High-Prieft and Lamb once flain, Behold Behold the Spoil of Thy fo bitter Pain! 2 Thou feeft us here affembled in Thy Name, Give us to feel Thy Prefence, dearest Lamb! 3 We are indeed poor weak and helpless Souls, Who know not where to fly but to the Holes, 4 5 Which once Thou hadft in Hands, and Feet, and Side; There, there, dear wounded Lamb! grant Thou 'fore all Time for us prepar'dft a And in Thy Book our Names were written down. 6. And fince Thou'ft fhed for us Thy precious Blood, We Thee confefs our only Lord and God: 7 To whom our Wants we may most simply tell, And furely truft Thou'lt all Things order well. 8 We know to find the Fountain of Thy Wounds, Where Life, and Peace, and Strength, and all abounds. 9 But, ah! fulfil both Thine and our Defire, To blefs each fingle Soul in ev'ry Choir. 10 Look round in every Class on ev'ry one, And break, O break, thro' Grace, each Heart of Stone. 11 Give Comfort to the weak, inflame what's cold; What proud is, bring Thou low, what's fhy, make bold. 1.2 Deliver ev'ry one from flavish Fears, And melt their Hearts, thro' Pardon, into Tears. 13 If any turns, like the unhappy Son, Embrace and give him Absolution. 14 Thy free, Thy tender Grace be ev'ry Hour Each helpless Sinner's Comfort, Rock, and 15 Let all that know Thy Heart, for ever hide Within that fhelt'ring Place, Thy gaping 16 The married Choir let fo adorned be, That ev'ry Pair may fhew the Church and Thee. P 17 The 17 The fingle Brethren with true Zeal be fill'd That each to Thee may chearful Service yield. 18 Fill with thy Grace the fingle Sifters Mind, Make them to all Things elfe both deaf and blind. 19 The Children's tender Hearts Thy Temples be, And keep them all from Sin's Devices free. 20 Thus Lord will ev'ry Choir, both Day and Night, Exalt Thy Name, and be Thy Heart's Delight. 21 O may Thy Witneffes know this alone, That Thou for all didft on the Cross attone. 22 And when they go to preach Thy Death and Grace, Grant each a Peace-proclaiming Herald's 23 Let all to Thee fo bow the Hearts as Knees, And feed upon Thy Wounds like hungry Bees. 24 Thy Blood our Moifture be, Thy Death our Life, Our Joy Thy Church, the Lamb's beloved Wife. |