Come hither all, whom carelefs Joy Does with alluring Force deftroy, While loofe ye range beyond your Bounds True Joy is here, that paffes quite, And all your tranfient mean Delight Drowns, as a Flood, the lower Grounds.
Come hither all, whose Idol-Love, While fond the pleafing Pain ye prove, Raifes your foolish Raptures high: True Love is here; whofe dying Breath Gave Life to Us; who tafted Death, And tafting once no more can die.
LORD, I have now invited All, And inftant ftill the Guefts fhall call : Still fhall I All invite to Thee : For, O my GoD, it seems but right In mine, thy meaneft Servant's fight, That where All is, there All fhould be!
BHOLD the Saviour of Mankind Nal'd to the fhameful Tree!
How vaft the Love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for Thee!
Hark how he groans! while Nature shakes, And Earth's ftrong Pillars bend!
The Temple's Veil in funder breaks, The folid Marbles rend.
Tis done! the precious Ranfom's paid; Receive my Soul, he cries;
See where he bows his facred Head!
He bows his Head and dies!
But foon he'll break Death's envious Chain,
And in full Glory shine!
O Lamb of GOD, was ever Pain,
Was ever Love like Thine?
Part of the Ixiii Chapter of ISAIAH, alter'd from Mr. Norris.
common Vifion this I fee
In more than human Majesty! Who is this mighty Hero, who, With glorious Terror on his Brow? His deep-dy'd Crimson Robes outvie The Blushes of the Morning Sky: Lo, how triumphant he appears, And Vict'ry in his Vifage bears!
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? 'Tis I, who to my Promise ftand: I, who Sin, Death, Hell, and the Grave Have foil'd with this all-conqu'ring Hand: 'Tis I, the LORD, mighty to fave.
Why wear'ft Thou then this Crimson Dye; Say, thou all-conquering Hero, why? Why do thy Garments look all red, Like them that in the Wine fat tread ? The Wine-prefs I alone have trod, That pond'rous Mafs I ply'd alone, And with me to affift was none: A Tafk, worthy the Son of GOD!
Angels food trembling at the Sight, Enrag'd, 1 put forth all my Might, And down the Engine prefs'd; the Force Put frighted Nature out of Couffe ; The Blood gushed out, and chequer'd o'er My Garments with its deepest Gore; With glorious Stains bedeck'd I stood, And writ my Victory in Blood.
The Day, the fignal Day is come Vengeance of all my Foes to take; The Day, when Death fhall have its Doom, And the dark Kingdom's Pow'rs fhall fhake. I look'd, who to affift ftood by ;
'Trembled Heav'n's Hofts nor ventur'd nigh : Ev'n to my Father did I look
In Pain My Father me forfook!
A While 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; My fingle Arm the Battle won, And trait th'acclaiming Hofts above Hymn'd, in new Songs of Joy and Love, Februab and his conqu'ring Son.
Y Soul extols the mighty Lord,
M In GOD the Saviour joys my Heart;
Thou haft not my low State abhorr❜d; Now know I, Thou my Saviour art.
Sorrows and Sighs are fled away,
Peace now I feel, and Joy, and Rest; Renew'd I hail the Feftal Day, Henceforth by endless Ages bleft. III.
Great are the Things which Thou haft done, How holy is thy Name, O LORD! How wond'rous is thy Mercy fhewn To all that tremble at thy Word!
Thy conqu'ring Arm with Terror crown'd Appear'd, the Humble to luftain :
And all the Sons of Pride have found Their boafted Wisdom void and vain.
The Mighty, from their native Sky
Caft down, Thou haft in Darkness bound; And rais'd the Worms of Earth on high, With Majefty and Glory crown'd.
The Rich have pin'd amidst their Store, Nor e'er the Way of Peace have trod ; Mean while the hungry Souls thy Pow'r Fill'd with the Fulnefs of their God.
Come, Saviour, come, of old decreed ! Faithful and true be Thou confest ; By all Earth's Tribes in Abraham's Seed Henceforth thro' endless Ages blest.
Thou, to whofe all-fearching Sight The Darkness shineth as the Light, Search, prove my Heart; it pants for Thee:: O burft these Bands, and fet it free.
Wafh out its Stains, refine the Drofs, Nail my Affections to the Cross! Hallow each Thought; let all within Be clean, as Thou, my LORD, art clean.
If in this darkfome Wild I ftray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way :: No Foes, no Violence I fear,
No Fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
When rifing Floods my Head o'erflow, When finks my Heart in Waves of Woe,
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