But when we fee our Saviour here,
We fhall be like our Head.
4 A hope fo much divine,
May trials well endure,
May purge our fouls from fenfe and fin,
As Chrift the Lord is pure.
5 If in my Father's love
I fhare a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
6 We would no longer lie
Like flaves beneath the throne;
My faith fhall Abba Father cry,
And thou the kindred own.
LXV. The kingdoms of the world become the kingdoms of the Lord; or, The day of judgment, Rev.
LET the fev❜nth angel found on high,
Let fhouts be heard through all the sky; Kings of the earth, with glad accord, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. 2 Almighty God, thy pow'r affume; Who waft, and art, and art to come; Jefus the Lamb who once was flain, For ever live, for ever reign!
nations fret and rore, angry That they can flay the faints no more. On wings of Vengeance flies our God To pay the long arrears of blood. Now must the rifing dead appear; Now the decifive fentence hear;
Now the dear martyrs of the Lord.
Receive an infinite reward.
LXVI. Chrift the king at his table, Song i. 1, 2, 33
ET him embrace my foul, and prove
Mine int'rest in his heav'nly love;
The voice that tells me, Thou art mine,
Exceeds the bleffings of the vine.
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the favour of thy name;
That oil of gladnefs and of grace,
Draws virgin fouls to meet thy face.
3 Jefus, allure me by thy charms,
My foul fhall fly into thine arms!
Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
[4 Wonder and pleafure tunes our voice,
To fpeak thy praises, and our joys;
Our mem'ry keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richeft wine.
5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,,
And black as Kedar tents appear,
Yet when we put thý beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.
6 While at his table fits the King,
He loves to fee us fmile and fing :.
Our graces are our beft perfume,
And breathe like fpikenard round the room] 7 As myrrh new bleeding from the tree,' Such is a dying Chrift to me;.
And while he makes my foul his guest,
My bofom, Lord, shall be thy reft,
[8 No beams of cedar or of fir,
Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait until thy love
Raife us to nobler feats above.
LXVII. Seeking the pastures of Chrift the Shepherd,
All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow
2 Where is the fhadow of that rock
That from the fun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy fheep, Among them reft, among them fleep.. 3 Why fhould thy bride appear like one That turns afide to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove,, Would never feek another love..
[4 The footsteps of thy flock I fee;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be,
A wond'rous feaft thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.
His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
Here to thefe hills my foul will come,
my beloved leads me home.]
LXVIII. The banquet of love, Song ii. 1-7.
EHOLD the rose of Sharon here,
The lily which the vallies bear:
Behold the tree of life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns fo lilies fhine;
Amongst wild gourds the noble vin
So in mine eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidft a thoufand meaner loves..
3 Beneath his cooling fhade I fat,
To fhield me from the burning heat;
Of heav'nly fruit he fpreads a feaft,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
[4 Kindly he brought me to the place
Where ftands the banquet of his grace;
He faw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread..
5 With living bread, and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this finking heart of mine:
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He fhows his thoughts how kind they be.
6 O never let my Lord depart,
Lie down and reft upon my heart,
I charge my fins not once to move,
Nor ftir, nor wake, nor grieve my love..
LXIX. Chrift appearing to his church, and feeking her company, Song ii.. 8,-13..
'HE voice of my beloved founds
Over the rocks and rifing grounds;
O'er hills of guilt, and feas of grief,
He leaps, he flies to my relief.
2 Now through the vail of flesh I fee
With eyes of love he looks at me,
Now in the gofpel's clearest glafs
He fhews the beauties of his face.
3 Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties and his tongue
Rife, faith my Lord, make hafte away,.
No mortal joys are worth thy stay.
4 The Jewish wintry state is gone,
The mists are fled, the fpring comes on;
The fatred turtle dove we hear
Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
5 Th' immortal vine of heav'nly root,
Blooms and buds, and gives her fruit ;;
Lo, we are come to taste the wine e;
Our fouls rejoice and blefs the vine.
6 And when we hear our Jefus fay,
Rife up, my love, and hafte away!
Our heart would fain out-fly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind.
LXX. Chrift inviting, and the church anfwering the invitation, Song ii. 14, 16, 17.
TARK! the Redeemer, from on high,,
Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh;,
From caves of darkness, and of doubt,.
He gently fpeaks, and calls us out.
2 My dove, who hideft in the rock,,
Thine heart almoft with forrow broke,
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