No smoking Sweets, nor bleeding Lambs,
Nor Kid, nor Bullock flain,
Incenfe and Spice of coftly Names,
Would all be burnt in vain.

3 Aaron muft lay his Robes away,
His Mitre and his Veft,

- When GOD himself comes down to be

The Off'ring and the Prieft...i

4 He took our mortal Flesh to fhew

The Wonders of his Love; For us he paid his Life below, And prays for us above.

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"Father," he cries, "forgive their Sins,
"For I myfelf have dy'd ;"

And then he thews his open'd Veins,
And pleads his wounded Side.

XIII. The Creation, Preservation, Diffolution, and Restoration of this World.

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SING

ING to the LORD that built the Skies, The LORD that rear'd this stately Frame; Let all the Nations found his Praife,

And Lands unknown repeat his Name.

2 He form'd the Seas, and form'd the Hills, Made ev'ry Drop, and ev'ry Dust, Nature and Time with all their Wheels, And pufh'd them into Motion firft.

3 Now from his high imperial Throne
He looks far down upon the Spheres;
He bids the fhining Orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hafty Years.
4 Thus fhall this moving Engine last,
Till all his Saints are gather'd in:
Then for the Trumpet's dreadful Blast,
To shake it all to Duft again!

5 Yet, when the Sound fhall tear the Skies,
And Light'ning burn the Globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful Eyes,
There's a new Heav'n and Earth for you.

XIV. The LORD's Day: or, Delight in

WE

Ordinances.

Elcome fweet Day of Reft,
That faw the LORD arife;
Welcome to this reviving Breast,
And these rejoicing Eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feafts his Saints to-day;
Here we may fit, and fee him here,
And love and praise and pray.
3 One Day amidst the Place
Where my dear GOD hath been
Is fweeter than ten thoufand Days
Of pleasurable Sin.

4 My willing Soul would stay
In fuch a Frame as this,

And fit and fing herfelf away"
To everlafting Blifs.

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XV. The Enjoyment of CHRIST: or,
Delight in Worship.

FAR

'AR from my Thoughts vain World beLet my religious Hours alone; (gone, Fain would my Eyes my Saviour fee; I wait a Vifit, LORD, from Thee. My Heart grows warm with holy Fire, And kindles with a pure Defire: Come, my dear JESUS, from above, And feed my Soul with heav'nly Love. 3 [The Trees of Life immortal stand In fragrant Rows at thy right Hand, And in sweet Murmurs by their Side Rivers of Blifs perpetual glide.

Hafte then, but with a smiling Face, And spread the Table of thy Grace: Bring down a Taste of Truth divine, And cheer my Heart with facred Wine.] ; Bleft JESUS, what delicious Fare! How fweet thy Entertainments are! Never did Angels tafte above Redeeming Grace, and dying Love. 6 Hail, great IMMANUEL, all divine! In thee thy Father's Glories fhine; Thou brighteft, sweeteft, fairest One, That Eyes have feen, or Angels known.

XVI. Part the Second.

7 LORD, what a Heav'n of faving Grace Shines thro' the Beauties of thy Face,

And lights our Paffion to a Flame! LORD, how we love thy charming Name 8 When I can fay, my GoD is mine, When I can feel thy Glories fhine, I tread the World beneath my Feet, And all that Earth calls Good or Great.

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While fuch a Scene of facred Joys
Our raptur'd Eyes and Souls employs,
Here we could fit, and gaze away
A long, an everlafting Day.

10 Well, we shall quickly pafs the Night,
To the fair Coafts of perfect Light:
Then fhall our joyful Senfes rove
O'er the dear Object of our Love.

II [There fhall we drink full Draughts of Bli
And pluck new Life from heav'nly Trees
Yet now and then, dear LORD, beftow
A Drop of Heav'n on Worms below.

12 Send Comforts down from thy right Han While we pafs thro' this barren Land, And in thy Temple let us fee

A Glimpse of Love, a Glimpse of Thee.

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XVII. GOD's Eternity.

RISE, rife, my Soul, and leave the Ground;

Stretch all thy Thoughts abroad,

And roufe up ev'ry tuneful Sound
To praise th' eternal GOD.

Long ere the lofty Skies were fpread,
JEHOVAH fill'd his Throne,
Or Adam form'd, or Angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.

His boundless Years can ne'er decrease,
But ftill maintain their Prime;
Eternity's his Dwelling-Place,

And ever is his Time.

4 While like a Tide our Minutes flow,
The Prefent and the Paft,
He fills his own immortal Now,
And fees our Ages wafte.

5 The Sea and Sky muft perifh too,
And. vaft Deftruction come!
The Creatures-look! how old they grow,
And wait their fiery Doom.

6 Well, let the Sea fhrink all away,
And Flame melt down the Skies;
My GOD fhall live an endless Day,
When th' old Creation dies.

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