The tempeft, fire and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which GoD on Sinai spoke; 2. But we are come to Sion's hill, 3. The city of our GoD; Where milder words declare His will, And spread His love abroad. Behold th' innumerable hoft Of angels cloath'd in light! Behold the fpirits of the juft, Whofe faith is turn'd to fight! 4 Behold the bleft affembly there, Whofe names are writ in heav'n ; And Gop, the judge of all declares Their vileft fins forgiv'n! 5. The faints on earth, and all the dead But one communion make ; All join in CHRIST, their living head, And of His grace partake. 6. In fuch fociety as this, 2. ; My weary foul would reft The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be forever bleft. 4. Ye, alas! who long have been 7. Hither then your Mufic bring, I 2 75. ↑ CCXXXVI!! 1. I CCXXXVIII. Love and Hatred. N His sharp diftrefs, his fore complaints, TOW by the bowels of my GoD, By His laft groans, his dying blood, 2. Clamour, and wrath, and war, be gone; Envy and fpite for ever cease; Let bitter words no more be known Amongst the faints the fons of peace. 3. The fpirit, like a peaceful dove, Flies from the realms of noife and strife; Why should we vex and grieve His love, Who feals our fouls to heav'nly life? 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 CHRIST his fon. N § CCXL. Rifing to God. YOW let our fouls on wings fublime Rife from the vanities of time; Draw back the parting veil, and fee. The glories of eternity!} 2 Born by a new celeftial birth, 3. Why fhould we grovel here on earth? So near to heav'n's eternal joys? e; g dawn of heav'n below. CCXLI. Old Simeon's Song. OW let thy fervant die in peace, From this vain world difmift; I've feen thy great falvation, Lord, And haften to my rest. 2. Thy long expected grace, disclos'd Hath prov'd thy love was conftant ftill, 3. This is the fun, whofe chearing ray $ CCXLII CCXLII. God's tender Care of his Church. 2. GOD on his thirsty Sion hill Some mercy-drops has throw■; And folemn oaths have bound His love To fhow'r falvation down. 3. Why do we then indulge our fears, Sufpicions, and complaints ? Is He a GoD, and fhall His grace CCXLIV. Invitation. ALL ye fimple fouls that fray That very unfrequented way 2. How long will ve your folly love, { CCXLIII. Glory and Grace in the Perfon 3. Madrefs ye count and mifery NOW of Chrift. WOW to the LORD a noble fong! Awake my foul, awake my tongue; Hofanna to th' eternal name, And all His boundless love proclaim! The life we lead beneath; 4. Pilgrims and penfive fojourners, O'erwhelm'd with grief and woes, Perplex'd ye think with needlefs fears, And pleasure's mortal foes; 5. Yet confcience in the HOLY GHOST Can witness better things; For He, whofe blood is all our boast, In JEsu's love we know ; 7. Angels, our guides to heav'nly blifs, 8. With Him e'er long we'll walk in white, And in his image fhine; 1. Our robes all glitt'ring like the light, Our righteousness divine. CCXLV. D. firing a good Heart. 2. An heart refign'd, fubmiflive, meek, Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within! 4. An heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, And fill'd with love divine; Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, LORD, of Thine! CCXLVI. Villory over Death. 1. FOR an overcoming faith, To chear my dying hours; "Ο CCXLVII. A Sight of Heaven in Sickness. FT have I fat in fecret fighs, ; To feel my fleth decay 2. But I forbid my forrows now, Nor dares the flesh complain;` 3. My chearful foul now all the day 4. Faith almoft changes into fight, 5. Had but the prifon-walls been strong, And firm, without a flaw; In darkness fhe had dwelt too long, Thus may we CHRIST's difciples prove, Who came to manifeft Thy love. + CCXLIX. A Penitent begging Forgiveness. I. 4-7. ; GOOD Lord, incline thine ear, 7. Does the FATHER feem to frown?" I fly ; ; |