His pow'rful Blood Did once atone; And now it pleads 9 [My ADVOCATE appears Or Sin can say, Shall turn his Heart, 10 [My dear Almighty LORD, In willing Bonds 11 [Now let my Soul arife, Tho' Death and Hell 12 Should all the Hofts of Death, And Pow'rs of Hell unknown, Put their moft dreadful Forms For CHRIST displays And guardian Grace. The END of the FIRST BOOK. HYMNS AND Spiritual Songs. BOOK II. Composed on Divine Subjects. I. A Song in Praife to GOD from Great N Britain. Ature with all her Pow'rs fhall fing Nor Air, nor Earth, nor Skies, nor Seas, 2 Begin to make his Glories known, Ye Seraphs, that fit near his Throne; Tune your Harps high, and spread the Sound 3 All mortal Things of meaner Frame, Exert your Force, and own his Name; Whilft with our Souls, and with our Voice, We fing his Honours and our Joys. 4 To him be facred all we have, From the young Cradle to the Grave: 5 This Northern Ifle, our native Land, 6 He builds and guards the British Throne, To him that thunders thro' the Sky, 9 Thus let our flaming Zeal employ Jo Yet, mighty God, our feeble Frame Attempts in vain to reach thy Name; The strongest Notes that Angels raise, Faint in the Worship and the Praise. II. The Death of a Sinner, MY Thoughts on awful Subjects roll, Damnation and the Dead; What Horrors feize the guilty Soul 2 Ling'ring about these mortal Shores, 3 4 Till like a Flood with rapid Force Then swift and dreadful fhe defcends There endlefs Crouds of Sinners lie, And Darkness makes their Chains; 5 Not all their Anguish and their Blood Shall hearken to their Groans. 6 Amazing Grace, that kept my Breath, Nor bid my Soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's Death, |