CCXXIX. All Things work together for Good to the Saints. Rom. viii. 28. 1 M Y foul, furvey thy happiness, How richly is the gospel stor'd! What joy the promises afford! 2 "All things are ours ;" the gift of God; 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, 4 I would not change my blest estate 5 Father, I wait thy daily will: Thou shalt divide my portion ftill. Grant me on earth, what seems thee best, CCXXX. The Privelege of the Living above the Dead. AWAKE, my zeal, awake my love, And ferve my Saviour here below; In works which all the faints above, 2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, 3 Awake, my charity, and feed The hungry foul, and clothe the poor : In heav'n are found no fons of need; There all thefe duties are no more. 4 Subdue thy paffions, O my foul; Maintain the fight, thy work purfue: Daily thy rifing fins controul, And be thy vict'ries ever new. 5 The land of triumph lies on high, 6 Let ev'ry flying hour confefs, CCXXXI. CCXXXI. Death of Saints and Sinners improved. AS death such vast destruction made ? 'H Does ev'ry hour increase the dead ? Here I behold the guilt of fin,. That brought the fpreading mischief in. 2 Great God! how awful, and how just, Thy law that turns our flesh to dust! O let me learn how vile I am, 3 And live to glorify thy name! When impious wretches yield their breath, 4 But when a faint with chearful air, 5 We could renounce our all things here, CCXXXII. The Death of Kindred improved. 'MUST friends and kindred drop and die ? Muft helpers be withdrawn? While forrow with a weeping eye, 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God; 3 O may our feet pursue the way, 4 Let us be wean'd from all below, CCXXXIII. Death a Bleffing to the Saints. O flesh and nature dread to die? 'D% And tim❜rous thoughts our minds enflave? But grace can raise our hopes on high, 2 What! 2 What! fhall we run to gain the crown, 3 Do we not dwell in clouds below, And little know the God we love? Why should we like this twilight fo, When 'tis all noon in worlds above? 4 There shall we see him face to face; There shall we know the great unknown : And Jefus with his glorious grace Shines in full light amidst the throne. 5 When we put off this fleshly load, We're from a thousand mifchiefs free; For ever prefent with our God, Where we have long'd and wish'd to be. 6 No more fhall pride or paffion rife, Or envy 7 'Tis beft, 'tis infinitely best, To go where tempests cannot come : Where faints and angels ever bleft, Dwell and enjoy their heav'nly home. 8 Bleft be our dear Redeeming-God, Who drives our fears of death away! And helps us thro' this darksome road, To realms of everlasting day. |