8. Wherefore to Thee all Honour, Praife,
Dominion, Power, and Thanks we give,
While to the Glory of Thy Gracé
Through All Eternity we live.

VERSE 7.

1. Behold He comes! and Every Eye
Shall fee Him in the Clouds draw near!
The Judge, to Thofe who made Him die
In vain, fhall terribly appear:

2. Who pierc'd Him by their Sins beneath,
Expos'd afresh, and crucified,

Renounc'd their Intereft in His Death,
And bought by Him, their LORD denied.

3.

Rebellious Worms, they would not take
The Grace He waited long to give,
But caft His Words behind their Back,
And would not come to Him, and live.

4. Him fhall They fee with Wrath return, 'Gainft thofe who made His Offers vain, And all the Tribes of Earth fhall mourn, Adjudg'd to Everlasting Pain.

5. The Unbelieving World fhall wail,

And gnaw their Tongues, and gnash their
Teeth ;

But We, who let His Grace prevail,

Shall never taste that Second Death.

6. We with our LORD fhall always live, The GoD of Our Salvation praise,

To Him alone rejoice to give

The Glory of His Sovereign Grace.

7. Come, Gracious LORD, we wait Thy Day, We languish to be taken home;

No longer let Thy Chariot stay;

Come, Gracious LORD, to Judgment come.

VERSE 10, 11, &c.

1. Say, which of You would see the LORD? Ye All may now obtain the Grace, Behold Him in the Written Word,

Where John unveils the SAVIOUR's Face,

2. Clear as the Trumpet's Voice He fpeaks To every Soul that turns his Ear, Amidst the Golden Candlesticks

He walks: And lo! He now is here!

3. Prefent to All Believing Souls

They see Him with an Eagle's Eye:
Down to His Feet a Garment rolls,
Stain'd with a Glorious Crimson Dye.

4. A Golden Girdle binds His Breaft,
(Whence Streams of Confolation flow,
Milk for His New-born Babes, who reft
In Him, nor other Comforts know.)

5.

His Form is as the Son of Man,
His Eyes are as a Flame of Fire;
They dart a Sin-confuming Pain,
And Life, and Joy Divine infpire,

6. His Spotlefs Purity of Soul

We by a lovely Emblem know,
His Head, and Hairs are white as Wool,
White are they as the driven Snow.

7. Glitter His Feet like polish'd Brass,
That long hath in the Furnace fhone,
Brighter than Lightning is His Face,
Brighter than the Meridian Sun.

8. As many Waters founds His Word, Seven Stars He holds in His Right-hand, Out of His Mouth a two-edg'd Sword

Goes forth: Before it who can stand?

9. LORD, at Thy Feet we fall as dead,
Lay Thy Right-hand upon our Soul,
Scatter our Fears, Thy Spirit fhed,
And all our Unbelief control.

10. Tell us, "I am the First and Laft,
"Who liv'd, and died for All, am I!
"And lo! my bitter Death is past,
"And lo! I live no more to die.

11. "I have the Keys of Death and Hell."
Amen! Thy Record we receive,
And wait, till Thou our Spirits seal,
And All in All for ever live.

A PRAYER for the BISHOPS..

RAW near, O Son of God, draw near,
Us with thy flaming Eyes behold,>

Still in Thy Falling Church appear,

And let our Candleftick be Gold.

2. Still hold the Stars in Thy Right-hand,
And let them in Thy Luftre glow,
The Lights of a benighted Land,

The Angels of Thy Church below.

3. Make good their Apoftolick Boat, Their high Commiffion let them prove,

Be Temples of the Holy Ghoft,

And fill'd with Faith, and Hope, and Love..

A a z

4. The

4. The Worthy Succeffors of Thofe Who first adorn'd the Sacred Line; Bold let them ftand before their Foes,

And dare affert their Right Divine.

5. Their Hearts from Things of Earth remove, Sprinkle them, LORD, from Sin and Fear, Fix their Affections All above,

And lay up all their Treasure there.

6. Give them an Ear to hear the Word
Thou fpeakeft to Thy Churches now;
And let all Tongues confefs their LORD,
And let All Knees to Jesus bow.

A PRAYER for LABOURERS.

"L

ORD of the Harvest, hear
Thy needy Servants Cry;
Answer our Faith's effectual Prayer,
And all our Wants supply.

2. On Thee we humbly wait,
Our Wants are in Thy View,
The Harveft, truly, LORD, is great,
The Labourers are few.

3. Convert, and fend forth more
Into Thy Church abroad,

And let them fpeak Thy Word of Power,
As Workers with their GoD.'

4. Give the pure Gofpel-Word,

The Word of General Grace,

Thee let them preach, the Common LORD,
Saviour of Human Race.

5. O let them fpread Thy Name,
Their Miffion fully prove,
Thy Univerfal Grace proclaim,
Thy All-redeeming Love.

6. On All Mankind forgiven
Empower them still to call,

And tell each Creature under Heaven
That Thou haft died for All.

I.

JE

ANOTHER.

Esu, Thy wand'ring Sheep behold!
See, LORD, with yearning Bowels fee
Poor Souls, that cannot find the Fold,
Till fought, and gather'd in by Thee.

2. Loft are they now, and scatter'd wide,
In Pain, and Wearinefs, and Want,
With no kind Shepherd near to guide
The Sick, and Spiritlefs, and Faint.

3. Thou, only Thou the kind, and good,
And Sheep-redeeming Shepherd art,
Collect Thy Flock, and give them Food,
And Paftors after Thine own Heart.

4.

Give the pure Word of General Grace,
And great fhall be the Preachers Crowd,
Preachers, who All the finful Race
Point to the All-atoning Blood.

5. Open their Mouth, and Utterance give,
Give them a Trumpet-Voice to call
A World, who All may turn and live
Thro' Faith in Him that died for All.