5 Our Breath is forfeited by Sin
To God's avenging Law;

We own thy Grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry Gafp we draw.

6 GOD is our Sun, whofe daily Light
Our Joy and Safety brings;
Our feeble Flesh lies fafe at Night
Beneath his fhady Wings.

IX. Godly Sorrow arifing from the Suffering of CHRIST.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed!

And did my Sov'reign die;

Wou'd he devote that facred Head
For fuch a Worm as I?

2 [Thy Body flain, fweet Jesus, thine,
And bath'd in its own Blood,
While all Expos'd to Wrath divine
The glorious Suff'rer ftood!]

3 Was it for Crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the Tree?
Amazing Pity! Grace unknown!
And Love beyond degree!

4 Well might the Sun in Darkness hide,
And fhut his Glories in,

When God the mighty Maker dy'd
For Man the Creature's Sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blufhing Face,
While his dear Crofs appears,

Diffolve my Heart in Thankfulness,
And melt my Eyes to Tears.

6 But Drops of Grief can ne'er repay
The Debt of Love I owe :

Here, LORD, I give myfelf away: 'Tis all that I can do.

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X. Parting with carnal Joys.

Y Soul forfakes her vain Delight, And bids the World farewel; Bafe as the Dirt beneath my Feet,

And mifchievous as Hell.

2 No longer will I ask your Love,
Nor feek your Friendship more
The Happiness that I approve
Is not within your Pow'r.

3 There's nothing round this fpacious Earth
That fuits my large Defire;
To boundless Joy and folid Mirth
My nobler Thoughts afpire.

4 [Where Pleasure rolls its living Flood,
From Sin and Drofs refin'd,
Still fpringing from the Throne of Gop,
And fit to cheer the Mind.

5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the Sphere,
The Glorious and the Great,
Brings his own All-fufficience there,
To make our Bliss complete.]

6 Had I the Pinions of a Dove,
I'd climb the heav'nly Road;

There fits my Saviour drefs'd in Love,
And there my fmiling GOD.

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XI. The fame.

Send the Joys of Earth away;
Away ve Tempters of the Mind,
Falfe as the fmooth deceitful Sea,
And empty as the whistling Wind.
2 Your Streams were floating me along
Down to the Gulph of black Defpair;
And whilft I liften'd to your Song,
Your Streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 LORD, I adore thy Match efs Grace,
That warn'd me of that dark Abyss:
That drew me from those treach'rous Seas,
And bid me feek fuperior Blifs.

4 Now to the shining Realms above

I ftretch my Hands, and glance my Eyes;
O for the Pinions of a Duve,

To bear me to the upper Skies!

5 There from the Bofom of my GoD
Oceans of endlefs Pleafures roll;
There would I fix my laft Abode,
And drown the Sorrows of my Soul.

XII. CHRIST is the Subftance of the Levitical
Priesthood.

THE true Meffiah now appears,

The Types ar all withdrawn:

So fly the Shadows an i. the Stars

Before the rifing Dawn.

2 No fmoking Sweets, nor bleeding Lambs,

Nor Kid, nor Bullock flain, Incense and Spice of coftly Names, Would all be burnt in vain.

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

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When God himself comes down to be
The Off'ring and the Prieft.

He took our mortal Flesh to show

The Wonders of his Love;

For us he paid his Life below,
And prays for us above.

5 Father," he cries," forgive their Sins,
"For I myself have dy'd;"
And then he fhews his open'd Veins,
And pleads his wounded Side.

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XIII. The Creation, Prefervation, Difalution, and Restoration of this World.

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

And Lands unknown repeat his Name.

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

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 laft,
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 shall 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.

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

Welcome fweet Day of Reft,

That faw the LORD arise;

Welcome to this reviving Breast,
And thefe 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 praife and pray."

3 One Day amidst the Place Where my dear God hath been, Is fweeter than ten thousand Days Of pleasurable Sin.

4 My willing Soul would stay

In fuch a Frame as this,

And fit and fing herself away
To everlasting. Blifs.