Honor, and gold, and fenfual joy, How vain and dang'rous too. [2. Honor's a puff of noify breath; 3. Whilst others ftarve the nobler mind, 4. The pleafures that allure our fense, 6. In vain the world accofts our ear, I. + CCCLX. The Crofs. WHI 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 3. See from his head, his hands and feet, 4. Were 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, 1. + CCCLXI. Reverential Hope of Pardon. 7HEN rifing from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, WE I fee my Maker face to face, O how fhall I appear! 2. If yet while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror fhrinks. 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,' 5. Then fee the forrows of my heart, And hear my SAVIOUR's dying groans, 6. For never fhall my foul defpair [2. Our months are ages of delay, 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! 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! Each dazzling pleasure flies; Phantoms of blits no more obfcure 2. Then the tremendous arm of death 3. 4. Its fatal fceptre fhews; And nature faints beneath the weight The tott'ring frame of mortal life Nature fhall faint, but learn, my foul, On nature's GOD to trust. The man, whofe pious heart is fix'd 5. Nor him thall death itfelf alarm; 1. With joy he views his maker's love, CCCLXIV. The Day of Vifitation. WHEN an's head, He flies unto his God; Finds a fecure abode. 2. When foes without and lufts within Seek to disturb his peace; To GOD he makes his forrows known, 3. When winds of strong temptation blow, Of his diftreffed foul. 4. But when tremendous terrors seize, ; 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; 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; 3. Defcending from the heavenly Court Afide the prince of glory threw 4. His living pow'r and dying love, And rais'd the ruins of our race 5. O for this love let rocks and hills [6. Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest Lo RD, [7. Thine honor fhall for ever be The business of our days; 8. Angels aflift our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raife your highest notes, 4. "Our days are past, and we shall lofe We chatter with a fwallow's voice, Afflicted and forlorn. 5. JEHOVAH fpeaks the healing word, Fevers and plagues obey the LORD; 6 If half the ftrings of life fhould break, He cafts our fins behind his back, CCCLXVIII. The Hazard of loving the 1.HERE-e'er my flatt'ring paffions WHERE rove, 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, I. CCCLXX. A good Confcience. WHIL HILE fome in folly's pleasures roll; Be ours that filent calm repaft, 2. With this companion in the fhade, 4. ; |