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CCXXV. Death and Eternity. i. A /IY thoughts, that often mount the 1V1 skies,

Go, search the world beneath;
'Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sov'reign, death.

2. The tyrant, how he triumphs here!

His trophies spread around!
And heaps of dust and bones appear,
Thro' all the hollow ground.

3. These skulls, what ghastly sigures now!

How loathsome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew,
So beauteous and so wise.

4. But where the souls, those deathless things,

That lest this dying clay? My thoughts, now stretch out all your And trace Eternity. [wings,

5. O that unsathomable sea!

Those deeps without a shore!
Where living waters gently play,
Or siery billows roar.

6. Thus must we leave the banks of lise,

And try this doubtful sea;
Vain are our groans and dying strise,
To gain a moment's'stay.

n. There we shall swim in heav'nly blifs,
Or sink in flaming waves;
While the pale carcass thoughtless lies,
A^nongst the silent graves.

[8. Some hearty friend shall drop his tear
On our dry bones, and say,
"These once 'were strong, as mine appear,
"And mine must be as they."]

9. Thus shall our mould'ring members teach, ^v What now onr senses lear;i;

For dust and ashes loudest preach
Man's insinite concern.

§ CCXXVI. The Day of Judgment.

i. A/f Y waken'd soul, extend thy wings,
XVJL Beyond the verge of mortal things >
See .this vain world in smoke decay,
And rocks and mountains melt away!

2. Behold the siery deluge roll

Through heav'n's wide arch from pole to Pale fun, no more thy lustre boast, [pole I Tremble and fall ye starry host!

3. This wreck of nature all around,

The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound
Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo his tremendous name.

4. Lord, to my eyes this scene difplay,
Frequent through -each returning day;
And let Thy grace my soul prepare,
To meet its sull redemption there!

.|- CCXXVII. Submission under AffiiBims.
i. f^TAKED as from the earth we came,
i^ And rose to lise at sirst;
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

2. The dear delights we here enjoy,

And sondly call our own,
Are but short favors borrow'd Now, -
To be repaid Anon.

3. 'Tis God that lifts our comsorts high•

Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, ?nd (blessed be his name)
He takes but what He gave.

4. Peace, all our angry passions then,

Let each rebellious sigh


Be filent at His fov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.
5. If smiling VIercy crown our lives,
Its praifes shall be spread;
And we'll adore the Justice too,
That strikes our comforts dead.

j CCXXVIII, A Song os Praise to God srom Great-Britain.

NATURE with all her pow'rs shall
God the Ci. E At O R and the King:
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praife.

U- Begin to make bis glories known,
Ye angels that furround his throne;
Exalt your strains, and spread the found
To the creation's utmost bound.]

[3- All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert you force and own his name;
Whilst, with our fouls and wirh our voice,
We fing his honors and our joys.l

U- To him be facred all we have,
From the young cradle to the grave:
Our lips shall his loud wonders tell,
In ev'ry word a miracle ]

5 Yet mighty God, our seeble frame
Attempts in v^iin to reach thy name;
The strongest notes that angels rs.ife,
Paint in the worship and the p:aife.

-CCXXIX. A happy ResurreSim.

NO, I'll repine at death no "more:
But with a chearCul gasp refign
To the cold dungeon os the grave,
These eying, wtth'ring limbs of mine.

2. Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust!
My God ihall rate my frame anew,
At the revival of the just.

3. Break, facred morning, thro' the skies.
Bring that delightful, dreadful day;

Cut short thehours,dear Lo Rd,and come,
Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay I

[4. Our $eary spirits faint to see.
The light of thy returning face;
Ar'd hear the language of those lips,
Where God has shed his richest grace.]

[5. Haste then upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious deeping clay ,•
That we may join in heav'nly joys,
And fing the triumph of the day. J

CCXXX. Vain Prosperity.

1. ^TO. I shall envy them no more, xNI Who grow prophanely great Tho' they increase their golden store,

Ard rile to wond'rous height.

2. They taste of all the joys that grow

Upon this earthly clod:
Well, they may search the creature thro'
For they have ne'er a God.

g. Shake off" the thoughts of dying too,
And think ycur lise your own;
But death comes hast'nmg on to you,
To mow your glory down.

4. Yes, you must bow your stately head,

Away your spirit sties;
And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

t. Go now, and boast of all your stores,
'And tell how bright you shine;
Your heaps of glitt'ring duit are yours,
And my redeemer's mfne.

CCXXXI. Heaven invifible and holy.

I. ^^TOR eye has seen, noF ear has heard,
JL.^1 Nor sense, nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepar'd
For those that love the So N.

a-But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guida us home.

3. Pure are the joys above the Sky,

And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.

4. Those holy gates sor ever bar

Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance, there, •
But soll'wers of the Lamb.

5. He keeps the Father's book of lise,

There all their names are sound; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heavnly ground.

CCXXXII. Charity anuUncharitableness.

i. 1^1 OT different sood, or disPrent dress, JL^I Compose the kingdoms of our Lo Rd; But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith and obedience to his word.

2. When weaker Christians we despife,
. We do the Gospel mighty wrong ?.

For God the gracious and the wise
.Receives the seeble with the strong.

3. Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,
Meekness and love our souls purfue : -
Nor mail our practice give offence
To faints, the gentile, or the Jeixi.

f CCXXXHI. Jpaiont and Death undef FraviJence.

I: ^7 OT from the dust affliction grows,
JJNI Nor troubles rise by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes,
A fad inheritance!

2. As sparks break out from burning coals,

And still are upwards borne;
So gries is rooted in our souis,
And man grows up to mourn.

3. Yet with my God 1 leave my cause,

And trust flis promis'd grace;
He rules me by his well-known laws,
Of love and righteoufnefi.

^. Not all'the pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my future peace ; .
For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.

ICCXXXIV.' Felicity Above. .

i. '^1 O, 'tis in vain to seek sor bliss; JL'I For blifs can ne'er be sound, 'Till we arrive where Jesus is,

And tread on heav nly ground. ,

2. There's nothing round these painted Jkiesy

Or round this dusty clod;
Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys,
Or lovely as thy God.

3. 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste His love,

To seel His quick'ning grace; And all the heav'n I hope above

Is but to see His face.

CCXXXV. Sinai and Sion.

i \T^T' t0 tne terrors of the Load,
i.\ The tempest, sire and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sin.ii spoke;
t But we are come to Sion's bill,
The ci'y os our God;
Where milder words declare His will,
And spread His* love abroad.

j. Behold th' innumerable host
Os angels cloath'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!

4 Behold the blest assembly there.
Whose names are writ in heav'n;
And God, the judge of all declares
Their vilest sins torgiv'n!

J. The faints on earth, and all the dead
But one communion make .
All join in Christ, their living head,
And of His grace partakei

6. In fuch society as this,

My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwell.-;where Jesus is,
Must be sorever blest.

CCXXXVI. Christ unseen and beloved.

#. ^~JOT with our mortal eyes
1.^) Have we beheld the LojiD,
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love Him in his word.

.t- On earth we want the sight
Of o.ur R E D P. F. M B R's face;
Yet. Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

3. And when we taste Thy love,

Our joys divinely grow,

Unspeakable, like-thole above,

And heav'n begins below.

* CCXXXVII. Redeeming Love- 7s.

i. ^.TOW begin the heav'nly theme,
A^l Sing aloud in Jesir's name;
Yc, who Je sir's kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2. Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beamingirr the Sa Vi 0 Ur's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praife and bless redeeming love.

3. Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty sears;

. See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming lame!

4. Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing staves of death and sin;
Now from blifs no longer rove,
Stop— and taste redeeming love!

5. Welcome all by sin oppress'd,
Welcome to his facred rest;
Nothing brought Him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love!

6. He fubdu'd th' insernal pow'rs,
His tremendous soes and ours;
From their cursed empire drove,

.. Mighty in redeeming love.

7. Hither then your Music bring,
Sirike aloud each joyful string';
Mortals join the hosts abeve,
Join to praife redeeming love.

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X CCXXXVIII. Lave end Hatred.

I. ^"JOW by the bowels of my God,
JL%1- His marp distress, his fore complaints,
By His last groans, his dying blood,
I charge my foul to love the faints

3r. Clamour, and wrath, and war, be gone; Envy and spite for ever cease; Let bitter words no more be known Amongst the faints the'fons of peace. 1 3. The spirit, like a peacesul dove,

Flies from the realms of noife and strife;
Why should we vex and grieve His love,
Who seals our fouls to heav'nly lise?

4. Tender and kind be all our thoughts,
Thro' all our lives let mercy run;
So God forgives our num'rous faults,
For the dear fake of Ch Rist his fon.

t CCXXXlX. Motet to Youth.

1. ^C*TOW in the heat of youthful blood, x\! Remember your C* E A T Or, Gon; Behold, the months come hast'ni'ng on, When you shall fay, " My joys are gone!"

2. Behold, the aged finner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead.
With endless curses on his'head.

3. The dust returns to dust again,
The foul in agonies of pain v
Ascends to God, not there to dwell,
But hears her doom, and finks to hell.

4. Eternal King, I sear Thy name,
Teach me to know how frail I am;
And when my foul must henee remove,
Give me a manfion in. Thy love.

§ CCXL Rising to Go J. 1. TV "TOW let our fouls on wings fublime

JL%[ Rise from the vanities of time;

Draw back the parting veil, and see.

The glories of eternity ! \ 2 Born by a new celestial birth, , Why should we grovel here on earth?

Why grasp at tranfitory toys,

So near to heav'n's eternal joys?

3. Shall ought beguile us on the road. When we are walking back to God? For stranger; into lise we come,

And dying is but going home!

4. Welcome sweet hour of full difcharge,
That sets our longing fouls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell!

5. To dwell with God, to seel His love,
Is the full heav'n epjoy'd above;
And the sweet expectation now

Is the young dawn of heav'n below.

CCXLI. Old Simeon's Song.

1. "rvlOW let tly servant die in peace, X/N From this vain world difmist; I've'seen thy great salvation, Lord,

And hasten to my rest.

2. Thy long expected grace, difclos'd

Befote the people's view, Hath prov'd thy love was constant still, And promifes were true. 3 This is the fun, whose chearing ray Thro' Gentile darkness spreads: Pours glory round thy chosen race, And blessings on their heads.


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