T

CXII.

The Brazen Serpent: or, Looking to
JESUS, John iii. 14-16.

Ọ did the Hebrew Prophet raise
The brazen Serpent high;

The Wounded felt immediate Eafe,
The Camp forbore to die.

2 "Look upward in the dying Hour,
"And live," the Prophet cries;
But CHRIST performs a nobler Cure,
When Faith lifts up her Eyes.

3 High on the Crofs the Saviour hung,
High in the Heav'ns he reigns;
Here Sinners by th' old Serpent ftung,
Look, and forget their Pains.
When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying World revives :

4

I

The Jew beholds the glorious Hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

CXIII. Abraham's Bleffing on the Gentiles,
Gen. xvii. 7. Rom, xv. 8. Mark 8.-14.7

How

OW large the Promife! how Divine,
To Abra'm and his Seed!

"I'll be a GOD to thee and thine,
Supplying all their Need."

2 The Words of his extenfive Love

From Age to Age endure;

The Angel of the Cov'nant proves,
And feals the Bleffing fure.

3 JESUS the ancient Faith confirms,

To our great Fathers giv'n;

He takes young Children to his Arms,

And calls them Heirs of Heav'n.

4 Our GOD! how faithful are his Ways!
His Love endures the fame :
Nor from the Promife of his Grace
Blots out his Childrens Name.

I

CXIV. The fame, Rom. xi. 16, 17

GE

Entiles by Nature, we belong
To the wild Olive-Wood;

Grace takes us from the barren Tree,
And grafts us in the good.

2 With the fame Bleffing Grace endows
The Gentile and the Jew;

3

If pure and holy be the Root,

Such are the Branches too...

Then let the Children of the Saints
Be dedicate to GOD
;

Pour out thy Spirit on them, LORD!
And wash them in thy Blood.

4 Thus to thy Parents and their Seed
Shall thy Salvation come,

And num'rous Houfholds meet at last
In one eternal: Home.

1

CXV.

CXV. Conviction of Sin by the Law,
Rom. vii. 8, 9, 14, 24.

ORD, how fecure my Confcience was,

And felt no inward Dread !

I was alive without the Law,
And thought my Sins, were dead.

My Hopes of Heav'n were firm and bright;
But fince the Precept came

With a convincing Pow'r and Light,
I find how vile I am.

3 [My Guilt appear'd but small before,
Till terribly I faw

How Perfect, Holy, Juft and Pure,
Was thine eternal Law.

4 Then felt my Soul the heavy Load,
My Sins reviv'd again;

I had provok'd a dreadful GOD,
And all my Hopes were flain.]
5 I'm like a helpless Captive fold
Under the Pow'r of Sin;
I cannot do the Good I would
Nor keep my Confcience clean.

6 My GoD, I cry with ev'ry Breath,
For fome kind Pow'r to fave,

To break the Yoke of sin and Death,
And thus redeem the Slave.

CXVI. Love to GoD and our Neighbour Matt. xxii. 37-40.

THUS faith the firft, the great Comman "Let all thy inward Pow'rs unite "To love thy Maker and thy GOD, "With utmost Vigour and Delight. 2 "Then fhall thy Neighbour next in Pla "Share thine Affections and Esteem; "And let thy Kindness to thyself "Measure and rule thy Love to him.” 3 This is the Serife that Mofes fpoke, This did the Prophets preach and prove: For want of this the Law is broke, And the whole Law's fulfill'd by Love.

4

I

But oh! how base our Passions are !
How cold our Charity and Zeal!
LORD, fill our Souls with heav'nly Fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy Will,

CXVII. Election fovereign and free,
Rom. ix. 21-24.

[Behold the Potter and the Clay,

He forms his Veffels as he please; Such is our GoD and fuch are we, The Subjects of his high Decrees. 2 Doth not the Workman's Pow'r extend O'er all the Mafs, which Part to choose,

And mould it for a nobler End,
And which to leave for viler Ufe?]

3 May not the Sov'reign LORD on high
Difpenfe his Favours as he will;
Choose some to Life, while others die,
And yet be just and gracious still?

4 [What, if to make his Terror known,
He lets his Patience long endure,
Suff'ring vile Rebels to go on

And feal their own Deftruction fure?

5 What if he means to fhew his Grace, And his electing Love employs,

་་་་

To mark out fome of mortal Race
And form them fit for heav'nly Joys?]`
6 Shall Man reply against the LORD,
And call his Maker's Ways unjust,
The Thunder of whofe dreadful Word,
Can crush a thousand Worlds to Duft.

7 But, O my Soul, if Truths fo bright
Should dazzle and confound thy Sight,
Yet ftill his written Will obey,
And wait the great decifive Day.

8 Then fhall he make his Juftice known,
And the whole World before his Throne,
With Joy or Terror fhall confefs,
The Glory of his Righteousness.