2 No more fhall atheists mock his long delay; 3 "Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near: Let all things come, "To hear my justice, and the finner's doom; "But gather firft my faints (the Judge commands) "Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands." When Chrift returns, wake ev'ry cheerful paffion; And shout, ye faints! he comes for your falvation. 4 "Behold! my cov❜nant ftands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, [Few, "And fign'd with all their names; the Greek, the "That paid the ancient worship, or the new." There's no diftinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye faints, for heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (faith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones, "And near me feat my fav'rites and my fons: "Come, my redeem'd, poffefs the joys prepar'd "Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Chrift returns, wake ev'ry cheerful paffion; And shout, ye faints! he comes for your falvation. PAUSE THE FIRST. "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God; "I am the Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad “My juk eternal sentence, and declare "Thofe awful truths that finners dread to hear." When God appears, all nature shall adore him : While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blafphemer, and profane, "Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain; "Thou hypocrite, once dreft in faints' attire, "When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood? All is the Lord's, he rules the wide creation; PAUSE THE SECOND. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldft thou hope "A God, a Spirit, with fuch toys as these? tongue, "Thou lov❜ft deceit,and doft thy brother wrong." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voices. 12" In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adult'rers are thy chofen friends: "While the falfe flatt'rer at my altar waits, "His harden'd foul divine inftruction hates." God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can fcreen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-fuff'ring love; "But did'ft thou hope that I fhould ne'er reprove? "And cherish fuch an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy fin.", See, God appears, all naturę joins t'adore him; Judgment proceeds, and finners fall before him. 14 "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty foul. "Now like a lion fhall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv❜rer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voices. EPIPHONEMA. 15 "Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wife; "Awake before this dreadful morning rife : Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend; "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend." Then join, ye faints, wake ev'ry cheerful paffion; When Chrift returns, he comes for your falvation. PSALM LI. ft Part. Long Metre. A penitent pleading for pardon. HEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live; SH Are not thy mercies large and free? 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 4 My lips with fhame my fins confefs, PSALM LI. 2d Part. 2d Part. Long Metre. Original and actual fin confessed. LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in fin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whofe guilty fall Corrupts his race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The feeds of fin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. 3 [Great God, create my heart a-new, And form my fpirit pure and true; O make me wife betimes, to spy My danger and my remedy.] 4 Behold, I fall before thy face e; My only refuge is thy grace: No outward forms can make me clean; The leprofy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beaft, Nor hyffop branch, nor fprinkling priest, L Nor running brook, nor flood, nor fea, 6 Jefus, my God, thy blood alone Thy blood can make me white as fnow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor foul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. PSALM LI. 3d Part. Long Metre. The backflider restored; or, repentance and faith in the blood of Chrift. I THOU that hear'st when finners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my foul averfe to fin; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, 5 A broken heart, my God, my king, |