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4. The glory of His robes proclaim
'Tis fome victorious king:
"" 'Tis I, the just, the almighty one
"That your faltation bring"

3-"hy, mighty Lord, thy faints enquire,
Why Thine apparel red?
And all Thy vesture stain'd like those
Who in the wine press tread?
4. " I by myself have trod the press.
And crusiVd my soes alone;
"My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
"My fury stamp d 'em down.

$. " 'Tis Edam's blood that dyes my robes .

'" With joyful sciirler stains; "The triumph that my raiment wears

"Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6. *' Thus shall the nations be destroy'd

"That dare infult my sairts; '" I have an ami t' avenge their wronp-s,

"An ear for their complaints.

§ PART II

7." I lift my banners, faith the Lo R D,
'" Where Antichrist has stood;
"The city of my gospel-foes
"Shall be a field of blood.
S. " My heart has study'd just revenge,
"And now the day appears;
'' The day of my redeem'd is come
"To wipe away their rears.

9." Quite weary is my patience grown,
"And bids my fVy go;
"Swift as the lightning it 'shall move,
-" And be as fatal too.'

10. " I call for helpers, but in vain:
"Then has my gospel none? .',

"Well, mine own arm has might enough

"To crush my foes alone.
11." Slaughter and my devouring sword

"Shall walk the streets around,
"Bakl /hall reel beneath my stroke,

'' And stagger to the ground.

12. Thy honors, O victorious king,
Thine own right hand shall raife 5
While we thy awful vengeance fing,
And our deliv'rer praife.

t CCCLH Christ crucisying

1. X X 7 HAT object's this that meets my eyes

VV From out Jeruilem's gate;
Which sills my mind with fuch furpriie,
As wonders to create?

2. Who can it be that groans beneath

A pond'rous cross of wood; Whose foul's o'erwhelm'd in pains of death, And body's bath'd in blood?

3. Is this the man, can this be He,

E'en Jesus, God's dear S0»; Wapp'd in mortality to die

For crimes that I had done r 4.-P bleff d fight! O lovely form

To finful fouls like me!
I'll creep befide him as a worm,

And see Him die for me.

5. I'll hear his groans and view his wounds,
Until, with happy John,
I on his breast a place have found
Sweetly to lean upon.

CCCLIII. Sels examination.

i \\ J HAT strange perplexities arise? Y V What anxious sears and jealoufies?

Croude"

Crouded in doubtful light appear;
And few alas! approv'd and clear.

2. And what am I? my foul awake,
And an impartial furvey take!

Does no dark fign, no ground of sear,
In practice or in heart, appear?

3. What image does my spirit bear?
Is Jesus form'd and living there?
Say, do His lineaments divine

In thought and word and action shine?

4. Searcher of hearts, O search me still; The secrets of my foul reveal;

My sears remove 5 let me appear

To God and my own conscience clear.

5. Scatter the'clouds, that o'er my head Thick glooms of dubious terrors spread; Lead me into celestial day,

And to myself mysels display!

6. May I at that bless'd world arrive,

Vv here Christ through all my foul shall
And give full proof that He is there, [live;
Without one gloomy doubt or sear.

t CCCLIV. For a Publick Fast.

1. TT7HEN Abra'm, full of secred awe*
VV Besore Jehovah stood,
And, with a humble servent pray'r.
For guilty Sodom fu'd;

2- With what fuccess, what wond'rous grace,
Was his petition crown'd!
The Lo R D would spare, if in the place
T«n righteous men were found.

3. And could a single pious foul
So rich a boon obtain *
Good God! and shall a nation cry,
*" .. And plead with thee in vain?

4. Britain, all-guilty ai she is,

Has of true faints an host;
See their united pray'rs ascend I
And shall these pray'rs be lost?

5. Are not the righteous dear to Thee

Now, as in ancient times? Or does this finsul land exceed Gomorrah in her crimes?

6. Still we are thine, we bear thy name

Here yet is thine abode;
Long has thy presence bless'd our land;
Forfake us not, O God! -'

7. O may our people, priests and king,

Thy choicest blessings share;
And know Thee by that glorious name,
"The God who heareth pray'r!"

CCCLV. God's Goodness and Care.
PART I.
1. TT 7HEN all. thy mercies, O my God!
VV My rifing foul furveys;
Thansported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praife.

[2. O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there-]

3. Thy providence my lise fustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

[4. To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my seeble thoughts had learnt,
To form themselves in pray'r.

5. Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Thy tender care bestow'd;

Besor:

Besore my insant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comsorts flow'd.J
6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me fase,
And led me up to man:

[7. Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way-;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be sear'd than they.

'P A R T - II. 8. When worn with sickness,, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face; And, when in sins and sorrows funk, Reviv'd my soul with grace ]

[9. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bins
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.]

i0. Ten thoufand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a chearsul heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
; t. Through ev'ry period of my lise
Thy goodness I'll purfue;
And after tkath, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew..

[i2. When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more;
My ever-gratfeful heart, Oloro,
Thy mercy shall adore.J

[i3. Through all eternity to thee

A joyful song I'll raife;

For O ! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praife.]

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.f CCCLVI. At the Funeralofa young Per-
son.
i . \X/HENblooming.youthis fnatch'd away
V V By death's resistless hand;
Our hearts the mournsul tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2. While pity prompts the rising sigh;
O may this truth imprest
With awesul pow'r " I too must die,"
Sink deep in ev'ry breast!

3-. Let this vain world engage no more!
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
To-morrow death may come.

4. The voice of this alarming scene

May ev'ry heart obey ) . Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray I

5. O let us fly, to Jefus fly,

Whose pow'rful arm can fave! Then shall our hopes ascend on high, Arid triumph o'er the grave

6. Great God, Thy.sov'reign grace impart,

With cleansing healing pow'r!
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprizing pow'r.

f CCCLVII/ Strength from Hemen.

i \JC7 HENCE do our mournful thoughts V V arife?

And where's our courage sled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comsorts dead >
A, Have we sorgot th' Almighty Name

That fona'd the earth and sea? J*^

And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3. Treafures of everlasting might

In our Jbhovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4. Meer mortal power shall fade and die,
'And youthful vigor cease;
But we that wait upon the Lo Rd;

Shall seel ourJlrength increase.

5. The faints shall mount on eagles wings.

And taste the promis'd blifs, 'Till their unwearied seet arrive

Where persect pleafure is. ,

CCCLVBI. Our Support under Trials.
t TXTHEN I can read my title clear
VV To manfions in the skies;
I bid forewel to ev'ry sear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

a. Should earth against my foul engage,
And hellifh darts be hurl'd;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3. Let cares, like a wild deluge come,

And storms of forrow fall,
May I but sasely reach my home, ,
My God, myheav'n, myall.

4. There shall I bathe my weary foul

In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peacesul breast.

CCCLIX- The World's Three Chies Tempta-
tions-
1. TT THEN in the light of faith divme
; VV We look on things below,

Honor, and gold, and senfual joy,
How vain and dang'rous too.

[2. Honor's a pusf of noify breath;
Yet men expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy good.

3. Whilst others starve the nobler mind.
And seed on shining dust 5
They rob the serpent of his food,
T' indulge a fordid lust. J

4. The pleasures that allure our sense,
Are dang'rous snares to fouls;
There's but JL drop of flatt'ring sweet,.
And dash'd with bitter bowls.
5- God is our all-fussicient good.
Our portion and rfur choice;
In him'our vast defires are fill'd,
And all our pow'rs rejoice.
6. In vain the world accosts our ear,
And tempts our hearts anew;
We cannot buy your blifs fo dear,
Nor part with heaven for you. \

t CCCLX. The Cross.

i.TTTHEN I furvey the wond'rous cross,
VV On which the Prince of glory
My richest gain I count but loss, fdied,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2. Forbid it, Le R D, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my Gob:
All thS,vain things that charm me most,
I facrifice them to his blood.'

3. See from his head, hjs hands and seet.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down f *
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4. Were

+. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That weTe a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my lise, my all.

f CCCLXI. Reverential Hope of Pardon.

I. TI 7HEN rising from the bed of death,
VV O'erwbelm'd with guilt and sear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!

l. If yet while pardon may be sound,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks.
And trembles at the thought.

3. When thou, Olord, shalt stand difclos'd

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul;
O how shall I appear I

4. But thou hast told the troubled mind,

Who does her sins lament; The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent.

5. Then see the sorrows of my heart,

Ere yet it he tpo late; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight.

6. For never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure;
Who knows thine only son has dy'd
To make her pardon fure.

§ CCCLX1I. C,»:e, Lord JESUS.

i. TT7HEN shall Thy lovely face be seen?
VV When shall our eyes behold our
God?
What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt f a heavy load!

[z. Our months are ages of delay,
And slowly ev ry mirfute wears;
Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of fluggish years.]

3. Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains, Let the eternal pillars bow;

Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains,.
And make the chrystal mountains flow I

4. Hark, how Thy faints unite their cries,
And prey and wait the general doom;
Come, thou, the soul of ell our joys,
Thou,- the defire of nations, come!

5. Put Thy bright robes of triumph on,
And bless our eyes, and bless our ears;
Thou absent fe, thou dear unknown,
Thou fairest of ten thousand fairs!

6. Our spirits shake their eager wings,
And burn to meet Thy flying throne;
We lise away lrom mortal things

T' attend Thy lhining chariot down.]

7. Now let our chearsul feyes furvey

*• The blazing earth and melting hills; Ar.d fmite to see the lightnings play, And flash along besore Thy wheels.

8. O sor a shout os .violent joys

To join the trumpet's tbuno'ring sound! The angel herald (hakes the skies, Awakes the graves, and tears the ground.

9. Ye stumb'ring faints, a heavenly host Stands waiting at y.-ur gaping tombs; Let every facred sleeping dust

Leap into lise, sor Jesus comes.

[io-je sus the God of might and love,
New mould our limbs of cumb'reus clay;
Quick as seraphic flames we move
Active and young, and fair as they!
N 1i. Osf

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