Their golden cordials cannot ease

Their pained hearts or aching heads, Nor fcare away commiffion'd death From gilded roofs and downy beds.

The ling'ring, the unwilling foul,
The dismal fummons must obey,

And bid a long, a long farewel

To the pale lump of lifeless clay.

Thence they are huddled to the grave,

Where kings and flaves have equal thrones,

Their bones without diftinction lie

Among the heap of meaner bones.

Diftinguishing Love.

SWIFT from the skies proud angels fell,

And chains of darkness bound 'em down;

But man, vile man, forfook his blifs,
That rais'd him to a crown.

O the vast depths of fovereign grace,
That did distinguish rebels fo,

Our guilty treafons call'd as loud
For everlasting fetters too.

To thee, to thee, almighty Love,

Our fouls, our felves, our all we pay : Millions of tongues fhall found thy praise Through the bright ftreets of endless day.

Behold, on flying clouds he comes,

And every eye fhall fee him move, And though our fins have pierc'd him once, Then he displays his pard'ning love.

The unbelieving world fhall wail,

While we rejoice to fee the day; Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariots long delay!

On the Same. From Rev. v. ver. 11, 12, 15.

COME, let us join our chearful songs,

With angels round the throne,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry,
To be exalted thus ;

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,

For he was flain for us.

Jefus

Jefus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine,

And bleffings more than we can give,
Be Lord for ever thine.

Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and feas,

Confpire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thy endless praise.

The whole creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

The Death, Refurrection, Afcenfion, and Exaltation of Chrift.

THIS, this grace amazing free,

The Lord of Glory dies for men,

But oh! the boundless joys I fee,
Our Chrift will come again.

Come my redeem'd, let every tongue
In notes of triumph move,
Adore the vengeance of your King,

And wonders of his love!

The Lord's Day; or, The Refurrection of Chrift.

BLEST

LEST be the morn whofe dawning rays,

Beheld our rifing God,

That faw him triumph o'er the duft,

And leave his dark abode.

Twice had the fun withdrawn the light,

And twice reftor'd the day,

While in the prifon of a tomb,
The fetter'd Saviour lay.

Hell and the grave combin'd their force,

And struggled all in vain ;

The fleeping Deity arofe,

And burft their feeble chain.

To thy great name, Almighty God,
We'll facred honours pay,

And loud Hofannahs fhall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

Hofannahs of immortal praife,

To our voctorious King,

Let heaven and earth, and rocks, and feas,

With fhrill Hofannahs ring.

A Song

A Song of Love.

COME, virgins, whose chaste minds refuse

Improper loves to own,
My fong your ears shall not abuse
With any thing profane.

Tho' love's the fubject that I fing,

It differs far in kind,

From that which comes from earthly spring,
And vitiates the mind.

Shall mortal beauties, at a glance,
Engender ftrong defire;
And shall it not my joys advance,
My Saviour to admire ?

The raptures that I feel within,

No motive can contain ;

The fire that hath concealed been,
Breaks out into a flame.

Some, out of fear or fhame, decline
To make their paffion known,

Without a blush, I'll tell you mine,

'Tis God's eternal Son.

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