When angels fell, mercy ftood filent by,
Without one glance of pity in her eye;
Nor was there any one to intercede
On their behalf, or for a pardon plead.

Those holy minds that kept them standing fast,
Approv'd the sentence that the judge had past.
Abandon'd thus by all without regard,
They must endure what juftice did award.
But fall'n man no fooner was arraign'd,
But Mercy mov'd her fuit, which fhe obtain'd:
His loft estate should be again repair'd,
The Saviour foreordain'd was ftrait declar'd,
By gracious promise, to allay his grief,
On which depending he should find relief.
Juftice was fatisfy'd, and Mercy fmil'd,

Th' offender fav'd, and God was reconcil'd.
And fhall not this our admiration raise,

And fill our hearts with joy, our tongues with praise?

The awakened Sinner's Soliloquy.

AH! me, my foul, where shall I find relief?
What fovereign baifam to affuage my grief?
O'erwhelming forrows in my breast abound,
To fee the dangers that my foul furround.

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Troops

Troops of affailant foes, on every hand,
Threaten thy ruin; fee how thick they stand,
Rang'd in battalia by the prince of Hell,
Their arrows notch'd, and dipt in poifon fell.
Against thy welfare do they all combine,
Thine endless ruin is their whole defign.
Thou art the mark, whereat the javelins fly;
Alas! my darling, thy deftruction's nigh.
But here's not all the mischief, open foes
Not only watch thee, but thou doft inclofe
A formidable monster in thy breast,
Whofe envious nature never is at reft

But feeks thy blood, and shortly thou fhalt fee,
He'll work thy death, unless fubdu'd he be,
The plot's contriv'd against thee, hatch'd in hell;
And Satan's factor doth within thee dwell:
Lurking in fecret, waiting every day
To undermine thee, and thy fort betray :
Thy worst, thine oldest foe; yet he pretends
Great friendship to thee, to atchieve his ends;
No dangers like to thofe of feigned friends.

Hadft thou but known this traitor long ago,
Thou furely would'ft have fought his overthrow.
Our proverb tells us, ferpents hide their heads
Beneath the fairest flowers of graffy beds :
Where leaft fufpected oftentimes they lie,
Unheard and undiscover'd to the eye.

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We fee him not, until, alas! we feel
The ferpent's fting, when bitten by the heel.
The greatest dangers are obferv'd to grow
More from a fecret than an open foe.
Nature's the grafs, where Sin, the ferpent, lies
So closely hid; behold him with thine eyes.
Thy bosom let not any longer cover
This curfed foe, this falfe pretended lover.
See, see the danger thou art daily in,
From this felf-bred, indwelling traitor, Sin.
Great God, afford me courage from above,
Secure my foul with everlasting love;
And grant me wisdom to escape the fnares
Of this beguiler, banish all my fears:
Arm me with facred weapons to expel

The ferpent, Sin, that doth within me dwell.
Gird me with Truth, the doctrine of thy word;
Give me thy Spirits (not Goliath's) fword:
Strengthen mine arm to wield it, and express
True christian valour; and with righteousness
Secure my breast, and help me to put on.
The fhot-proof helmet of Salvation :
Shield me with Faith; that thus prepar'd I may
Endure the battle, and obtain the day.

The skill of fpiritual warfare teach thou me,
That I may conquer Sin, and live to thee.

On the Mind's Contrarieties.

OH! how I hurried am

With fixt inconstancy; When I am most in frame, How difcompos'd am I!

I fhun what I approve,

Yet herein pleasure find:

So doth my fancy rove,

These joys diftra&t my mind.

Crofs paffions are the guests
Still welcome to my heart;

Whose most delighting feasts
Are cates of pleasing smart.

Their various operations

Afford me change of diet;

Their conftant alterations
Maintain my restless quiet.

Concealing is my hope,

Yet filence my distress:
I still am mov'd to speak,
Yet ever hold my peace.

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My hope affords me reft,
Yet oft that reft is croft;
My filence yields me peace,
Yet reft through filence loft..

My speech oft' frees my heart,
Yet fpeaking makes me fad :

My freedom me enthrals,

Yet thraldom makes me glad.

Grief often me fuftains,

And gives my spirit ease:

But while that grief remains,
I cannot live in peace.

My mind would fain be fixt,
And find fome fettlement:

Yet were my thoughts unmixt,
I fhould have no content.

Affurance is my stay,

Tho' ftill with doubt oppreft;

But doubts at length convey
Sweet comforts to my breaft.

Society I feek,

Yet wish to be alone:

I daily converse keep

With those I moft difown.

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