4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear Then God, the judge, fhall own my name, XCIX. The Vanity of Creatures: 'M AN has a foul of vaft defires, He burns within with restlefs fires; Toft to and fro, his paffions fly 2 In vain on earth we hope to find, 3 So when a raging fever burns, To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God! fubdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and duft; Cure the vile fever of the mind; And feed our fouls with joys refin❜d. C. Honour C. Honour to Magiftrates: Or, Government from God. 'E TERNAL fov reign of the sky, And Lord of all below, We mortals, to thy majesty, Our first obedience owed s z Our fouls adore thy throne fupreme, And bless thy providence, [ For magiftrates of meaner name, 3 The crowns of British princes shine, Where laws and liberties combine, To make the nation bleft. 4 Kingdoms on firm foundations ftand, Let Cafar's due be ever paid, To Cæfar and his throne; But confciences, and fouls, were made To be the Lord's alone. í CI. The Deceitfulness of Sin. IN has a thousand treach'rous arts ST To practife on the mind; With flatt'ring looks the tempts our hearts, 2 With names of virtue the deceives, And while the headlefs wretch believes, 3 She pleads for all the joys he brings, But cheats the foul of heav'nly things, 4 So on a tree divinely fair, 5 Flee, finners, to the bleeding Lamby CII. Prophecy and Inspiration. WAS by an order from the Lord, The antient prophets spoke his word ; His fpirit did their tongues infpire, And warm'd their hearts with heav'nly fire. 2 The works and wonders which they wrought, Confirm'd the meffages they brought; The The prophet's pen fuccoeds his breath, 3 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look, 4 Let the falfe raptures of the mind, Be loft and vanish in the wind: Here I can fix my hope fecure This is thy word, and muft endure., 7 CIII. Sinai and Sion. xli. 18. &c. OT to the terrors of the Lord, 'N The Heb. Ν The tempeft, fire, and smoke, 1 Not to the thunder of that word, 411 2 But we are come to Sion's hill, Where milder words declare his will, 3 Behold th' innumerable hoft Of Angels cloath'd in light! Behold the fpirits of the juft, Whose faith is turn'd to fight! T 4 Behold 4 Behold the blefs'd affembly there, 5 The faints on earth, and all the dead, 6 In fuch fociety as this, an The man that dwells where Jefus is, Must be for ever bleft. CIV. A New Song to the Lamb that was flain. Rev. v. 6. 1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb, Amidst his Father's throne : Prepare new honours for his name, 2 Let elders worship at his feet, 3 Those are the prayers of the faints, Now |