5 When the last fire burnt all things here,
Those letters shall securely stand,
And in the Lamb's fair book appear,
Writ by th' eternal Father's hand.
6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run,
Whilft here I wait my Father's will;
My rifing and my setting fun
Roll gently up and down the hill.
God the Son equal with the Father.
RIGHT King of Glory, dreadful God!
Our spirits bow before thy feat :
To thee we lift a humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet.
[Thy pow'r hath form'd, thy wisdom sways,
All nature with a sov'reign word;
And the bright world of stars obeys
The will of their fuperior Lord.]
3 [Mercy and truth unite in one,
And, fmiling, it at thy right hand :
Eternal justice guards thy throne,
And vengeance waits thy dread command.]
4 A thousand seraphs, trong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, amongst the fons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee ?
5 Yet there is one, of human frame,
Jesus, array'd in fitch and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.
6 [Their glory Rines with equal beams;
Their effence is for ever one;
Though they are known by diff'rent names,
The FATHER GOD, and GOD THE SON.
7 Then let the name of Chrift, our King,
With equal honour be ador'd;
His praise let ev'ry angel fing-
And all the nations own the Lord.]
HYMN LII. Common Metre.
Death dreadful, or delightful.
I DEATH! 'tis a melancholy day
When the poor foul is forc'd away
To feek her laft abode.
2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes;
But guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.
3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell-
Let stubborn finners fear;
You must be driv'n from earth, and dwell
A long FOREVER there!
4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;
And thou, my foul, look downward too,
And fing recov'ring grace.
God of sov'reign love,
Who promis'd heav'n
And taught my thoughts to foar above,
Where happy spirits be.
6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day;
Come, death, and fome celeftial band,
To bear my foul away.
HYMN LIII. Common Metre.
The Pilgrimage of the Saints; or, Earth and Heaven.
what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no fupply;
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor ftreams of living foy!
But prickling thorns through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow;
and all the rivers that are found
With dang'rous waters flow.
et the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land;
ord! we would keep that heav'nly road,
And run at thy command.
ur fouls shall tread the defert through
With undiverted feet;
nd faith, and flaming zeal, fubdue
The terrors that we meet.
5 [A thousand savage beasts of prey
Around the forest roam:
But Judah's Lion guards the way,
And guides the strangers home.]
6 Long nights and darkness dwell below,
With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go
Is everlasting day.]
7 By glimm'ring hopes, and gloomy fears,
We trace the sacred road;
Through dismal deeps, and dang'rous snares,
We make our way to God.
8 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill,
9 [See the kind angels, at the gates,
Inviting us to come!
There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits
To welcome trav'lers home.]
to There, on a green and flow'ry mount,
Our weary fouls shall fit,
And, with transporting joys, recount
The labours of our feet.
II [No vain difcourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall be our fong,
And God rejoice to hear.]
12 Eternal glory to the King,
Who brought us safely through;
Our tongues shall never cease to fing,
And endless praife renew.
HYMN LIV. Common Metre.
God's Prefence is Light in Darkness. spring of all my joys,
MY GOD, the
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun !
He is my foul's sweet Morning Star,
And he my rifing Sun.
3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine
With beams of facred bliss,
While Jesus shews his heart is mine,
And whispers-I am his.
4 My foul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way
T' embrace my dearest Lord;
5 Fearless of hell and ghaftly death,
I'd break through ev'ry foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conq'ror through.
HYMN LV. Common Metre.
Frail Life, and fucceeding Eternity.
THEE we adore, eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame;
What dying worms are we!
2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave ;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'ling to the grave.]
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Good God! on what a flender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings !
6 Infinite joy, or endless wo,
Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death !
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy senfe
To walk this dangerous road;
And, if our fouls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God.
HYMN LVI.
The Misery of being without God in this World; or,
I shall envy them no more, Who grow profanely great, Though they increase their golden store, And rife to wond'rous height.
2 They taste of all the joys that grow Upon this earthly clod;
Well-they may fearch the creature through, For they have ne'er a God.
3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own;
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