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Honor, and gold, and fenfual joy,

How vain and dang'rous too.

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

3. Whilst others ftarve the nobler mind,
And feed on fhining duft,
They rob the ferpent of his food,
T indulge a fordid luft.]

4. The pleafures that allure our fense,
Are dang'rous fnares to fouls;
There's but drop of flatt'ring fweet,
And dafh'd with bitter bowls.
5. GOD is our all-fufficient good,
Our portion and our choice
In him our vaft defires are fill'd,
And all our pow'rs rejoice.

6. In vain the world accofts our ear,
And tempts our hearts anew;
We cannot buy your blifs fo dear,
Nor part with heaven for you.

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+ CCCLX. The Crofs.

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HEN I furvey the wondrous cross, On which the PRINCE of glory My richest gain I count but lofs, [died, And pour contempt on all my pride.

2. Forbid it, LORD, that I fhould boaft
Save in the death of CHRIST my GOD:
All the vain things that charm me moft,
I facrifice them to his blood.

3. See from his head, his hands and feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet,
Or thorns compose fa rich a crown?

4. Were

4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a prefent far too small;
Love fo amazing, fo divine,
Demands my foul, my life, my all.

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+ CCCLXI. Reverential Hope of Pardon. 7HEN rifing from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

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I fee my Maker face to face,

O how fhall I appear!

2. If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be fought,

My heart with inward horror fhrinks.
And trembles at the thought.

3. When thou, O LORD, fhalt ftand disclos'd In majefty fevere,

And fit in judgment on my foul;

O how fhall I appear !

4. But thou haft told the troubled mind,'
Who does her fins lament;
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.

5. Then fee the forrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my SAVIOUR's dying groans,
To give thofe forrows weight.

6. For never fhall my foul defpair
Her pardon to procure;
Who knows thine only fon has dy'd
To make her pardon fure.

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[2. Our months are ages of delay,
And flowly every minute wears;
Fly, winged time, and roll away
Thefe tedious rounds of fluggish years.]

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

Bleft SAVIOUR, cleave the starry plains, And make the chryftal mountains flow! 4. Hark, how Thy faints unite their cries, And pray and wait the general doom; Come, thou, the foul of all our joys, Thou, the defire of nations, come!

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5. Put Thy bright robes of triumph on, And blefs our eyes, and blefs our ears; Thou abfent love, thou dear unknown, Thou fairest of ten thousand fairs! 6. Our fpirits shake their eager wings, And burn to meet Thy flying throne We tife away from mortal things T'attend Thy fhining chariot down.] 7. Now let our chearful eyes furvey The blazing earth and melting hills; And fmile to fee the lightnings play, And flash along before Thy wheels. 8. O for a fheut of violent joys

To join the trumpet's thunc'ring found! The angel herald thakes the skies, Awakes the graves, and tears the ground. 9. Ye flumb'ring faints, a heavenly hoft Stands waiting at your gaping tombs ; Let every facred fleeping duft Leap into life, for JESUS comes. [10. JESUS the GoD of might and love, New mould our limbs of cumb'rous clay Quick as feraphic flames we move Active and young, and fair as they!

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Each dazzling pleasure flies;

Phantoms of blits no more obfcure
Our long deluded eyes.

2. Then the tremendous arm of death

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Its fatal fceptre fhews;

And nature faints beneath the weight
Of complicated woes.

The tott'ring frame of mortal life
Shall crumble into duft;

Nature fhall faint, but learn, my foul,

On nature's GOD to trust.

The man, whofe pious heart is fix'd
On his all-gracious God,
From ev'ry frown may draw a joy,
And kifs the chaft'ning rod.

5. Nor him thall death itfelf alarm;
On heav'n his foul relies;

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With joy he views his maker's love,
And with compofure dies.

CCCLXIV. The Day of Vifitation.
WHEN ftorms hang o'er the Chrifti-

WHEN an's head,

He flies unto his God;
And under His refreshing fhade

Finds a fecure abode.

2. When foes without and lufts within Seek to disturb his peace;

To GOD he makes his forrows known,
And ftraight his forrows ceafe.

3. When winds of strong temptation blow,
And floods of trouble roll;
GOD is the help and refuge too

Of his diftreffed foul.

4. But when tremendous terrors seize,
Where will the finner fly?
He feels a thousand agonies,
And no deliv❜rer nigh.

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What beauties in my SAVIOUR dwell; Where He is gone, they fain would know, That they may feek and love Him too. 2. My best-beloved keeps his throne On hills of light, in worlds unknown; But he defcends, and fhows his face In the young gardens of his grace. [3. In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand He feeds among the fpicy beds, Where lillies fhew their fpotlefs heads. 4. He has ingroft my warmeft love, No earthly charms my foul can move : I have a manfion in His heart, Nor death nor hell fhall make us part.] [5. He takes my foul e'er I'm aware, And fhews me where His glories are; No chariot of Amminadib. The heavenly rapture can defcribe.

6. O may my fpirit daily rife

On wings of faith above the skies;

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7HEN the first parents of our race Rebell'd, and loft their God;

And the infection of their fin

Had tainted all our blood; 2. Infinite pity touch'd the heart Of the eternal SON;

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Defcending from the heavenly Court
He left His FATHER's throne.

Afide the prince of glory threw
His moft divine array;
And wrapt his Godhead in a veil
Of our inferior clay.

4. His living pow'r and dying love,
Redeem'd unhappy men ;

And rais'd the ruins of our race
To life and GoD again.

5. O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lafting filence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The SAVIOUR's praises speak.

[6. Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest Lo RD,
Our fouls are all on flame;
Hofanna round the fpacious earth,
To Thine adored name.]

[7. Thine honor fhall for ever be

The business of our days;
For ever fhall our thankful tongues
Speak Thy deferved praife.]

8. Angels aflift our mighty joys,

Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raife your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.]

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"Our days are past, and we shall lofe
"The remnant of our years.

We chatter with a fwallow's voice,
Or like a dove we mourn;
With bitterness instead of joys,

Afflicted and forlorn.

5. JEHOVAH fpeaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands:

Fevers and plagues obey the LORD;
And fly at his commands.

6 If half the ftrings of life fhould break,
He can our frame restore :

He cafts our fins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

CCCLXVIII. The Hazard of loving the
Creatures.

1.HERE-e'er my flatt'ring paffions

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Seize a large portion of our minds,

And leave the lefs for God.

3. Nature has foft but pow'rful bands, And reafon fhe controls;

While children with their little hands

Hang clofeft to our fouls.

4. Thoughtless they act th' old ferpent's part; What tempting things they be!

LORD how they twine about our heart,

And draw it off from thee!

5. Our hafty wills rufh blindly on

Where rifing paffion rolls;

And thus we make our fetters ftrong

To bind our flavish fouls.

6. Dear fov'reign, break these fetters off,
And fet our fpirits free;
GOD in himself is blifs enough,
For we have all in Thee.

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CCCLXX. A good Confcience.

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HILE fome in folly's pleasures roll;
And feek the joys which hurt the
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Be ours that filent calm repaft,
A peaceful Confcience to the laft!

2. With this companion in the fhade,
Our fouls no more fhall be difmay'd
We will defy the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
3. Though heav'n afflict, we'll not complain;
The nobleft comforts ftill remain ;
Comforts that fhall o'er death prevail,
And journey with us thro' the vale.
Amidft the various fcenes of ills
Each stroke fome kind defign fulfils
And fhall we murmur at our God,
When for'reign love directs the rod ?
5. His hand will fmooth our rugged way,
And lead us to the realms of day;
To milder fkies and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.

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