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CL. In the View of Death..

CANNOT than the ftroke of death,
Lord help me to furmount the fear
That when I must refign my breath,
Serene I may my fummons hear!
2. 'Tis fin gives venom to the dart,
In me let ev'ry fin be flain;
fheart;
From fecret faults, LORD, cleanse my
From wilful fins, my hands reftrain.

3. Grant that I may, with holy zeal,
The ends of living clofe purfue;
Seek thy whole pleafure to fulfil,
And honor Thee in all I do!

4. To my Redeemer lift mine eyes,

Once dead, but now enthron'd on high;

Glorious, I hope, with Him to rise, Why fhould I fear with Him to die? 5. O for an heart that foars above, And fcorns the trifles here below! An heart all warm'd with holy love, But dead to fenfe and outward fhow! 6. Let all my blifs and treasure lye Where in thy light I light fball fee! The foul may freely dare to die That longs to be poffefs'd of. Thee.

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CLI. Contentment.

F folid happiness we prize,
Within our breafts the jewel lies,
And they are fools that roam :
The world hath nothing to bestow;
From our own-felves our joys must flow,
And peace begins at home.
We'll therefore relifh with content,
Whate'er kind providence hath fent,
Nor aim beyond our pow'r;
And if our ftore be very finall,
With thankful hearts enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.
3. We'll be refign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favors are denied,

And pleas'd with favors given;
This is the wife, the virtuous part,
This is that incenfe of the heart,

Whofe fragrance reaches heav'n. 4. While confcience, like a faithful friend, Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend,

And chear our dying breath ;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel, whisper peace,

And fmooth the bed of death.

3. But cares, or trifles, make or find,
Still new avenues to the mind;
Till I with grief and wonder fee
Huge crowds betwixt my LORD and me.
4. My foolish heart thus leaves her God,
And fhadows tempt her thoughts abroad;
How fhall I fix this wand'ring mind?
Or throw my fetters on the wind?
5. Look gently down, Almighty grace,
Prifon me round in Thine embrace;
Pity the foul that would be thine,
And let Thy pow'r my love confine.
6. Oh! when fhall that bright moment be;
That I fhall live alone for Thee ;
My heart no foreign Lords adore,
And to Thy love prove false no more?
CLV. Sight through a Glass, and Face to

And long to meet my SAVIOUR's face Without a glafs between.

2. O that

2. O that the happy hour were come,
To change my faith to fight!
I fhall behold my LORD at home
In a diviner light.

3. Hafte, my Beloved, and remove These interpofing days;

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Then shall my paffions all be love, And all my pow'rs be praise.

† CLVI. The Duty of private Judgment.

MPOSTURE fhrinks from light,
And dreads a curious eye:

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Thy doctrines, LORD, the teft invite;
They bid us fearch and try.

LORD, to thy word we bring
A meek, enquiring mind;
And, joyful at falvation's fpring
Refreshing truth we find.

With understanding bleft,
Created to be free,

Our faith on man we dare not reft
Subject to none but Thee.

OLORD, our spirit lead,
With foundest knowledge fill;

From noxious error guard our creed
From prejudice our will.

The truth once learn'd imprefs
With favor on our heart;
And, help us firmly to profess
'Gainft all feducing art.

¶ CLVH. Look on him whom they have pierc'd, and mourn.

CLIX. Longing for Chrift

1. IN vain the dusky night retires,

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And fullen fhadows fly :

In vain the morn with purple light
Adorns the eastern sky:

2. In vain the gaudy rifing fun

The wide horizon gilds';

Comes glitt'ring o'er the filver ftreams,
And chears the dewy fields:

3. In vain, difpenfing vernal fweets,

The morning breezes play;

In vain the birds with chearful fongs
Salute the new-born day :

4. In vain unlefs my SAVIOUR's face Thefe gloomy clouds controul; And dilipate the fullen fhades

That prefs my drooping foul.
5. O! vifit then thy fervant, LORD,
With favor from on high;
Arife, my bright immortal fun!

And all these fhades will die.

6. When, when fhall I behold thy face,
All radiant and ferene;
Without thefe envious dufky clouds
That make a veil between !

7. When fhall that long-expected day
Of facred vifion be;
When my impatient foul fhall make
A near approach to Thee?

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+ CLX. The rich Sinner dying.

vain the wealthy mortals toil,
And heap their fhining duft in vain;
Look down and fcorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty hills of gain.

2. Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts or aching heads;
Nor fright nor bribe approaching death
From glittring roofs and downy beds.
3. The ling'ring, the unwilling, foul
The difmal fummons must obey;
And bid a long, a fad, farewell
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.

4. Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and flaves have equal thrones;
Their bones without diftinction lie
Amongst the heap of meaner bones.

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CLXI. Parting with carnal Toys,

Send the joys of earth away. Away ye tempters of the mind Falfe as the fmooth deceitful fea, And empty as the whiftling wind. 2. Your ftreams were floating me along Down to the gulph of black despair; And whilft I liften'd to your fong, Your ftreams had e'en convey'd me there 3. LORD, I adore Thy matchlefs grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss; That drew me from thofe treach'rous feas, And bid me feek fuperior blifs.

4. Now to the fhining realms above,

I ftretch my hands, and glance mine eyes;
O for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the

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skies!

5. There

5. There from the bofom of my GOD, Oceans of endless pleasure roll; There would I fix my laft abode, And drown the forrows of my foul.

8. I fing the goodness of the LORD,

That fill'd the earth with food
He form'd the creatures with his word,
And then pronounc'd them good.

minion.

1. TSING my SAVIOUR's wond'rous death;
He conquer'd when he fell :
""Tis finifh'd," faid his'dying breath,
And fhook the gates of hell,

2. ""Tis finifh'd," our Emmanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done
Hence fhall His fov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3. His cross a fure foundation laid
For glory and renown;
When thro' the regions of the dead,
He pafs'd to reach the crown.

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Exalted at his FATHER'S fide
Sits our victorious LORD;

To heav'n and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5. The faints from his propitious eye,
Await their feveral crowns;

And all the fons of darkness fly
The terror of His frowns.
CLXIII.

God's Attributes and Providence.

1.SING th' almighty pow'r of GOD, That bade the mountains rife That fpread the flowing feas abroad,

And built the lofty skies.

2.Ifing the wisdom that ordain'd

The fun to rule the day;

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Where'er I turn mine eyes;
If I furvey the ground I tread,

Or gaze upon the sky!

5. There's not a plant or flow'r below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arife and tempefts blow
By order from Thy throne.

6. Creatures, as num'rous as they be,
Are fubject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is prefent there.

7. His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with his eye;

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Why fhould I then forget the LORD
Who is for ever nigh?

¶ CLXIV. A Complaint of Ingratitude. S this the kind return,

And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abufe eternal love,

Whence all our bleflings flow?

To what a ftubborn frame Has fin reduc'd our mind? What ftrange rebellious wretches we, And GoD as frangely kind?

[3. On us He bids the fun Shed his reviving rays;

The moon fhines full at his command, And all the ftars obey.

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For us the fkies their circles run To lengthen out our days. The brutes obey their GoD, And bow their necks to men ;

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