3 Let those refuse to fing
That never knew our God,
But Fav rites of the heav'nly King
May speak their Joys abroad.
4 [The Gop that rules on high
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the ftormy Sky,
And manages the Seas:]

5

This awful GoD is ours,
Our Father and our Love;

He shall send down his heav'nly Pow'rs

To carry us above.

6 There fhall we fee his Face,
And never, never fin;
There from the Rivers of his Grace
Drink endless Pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rife

To that immortal State,

The Thoughts of such amazing Bliss
Should conftant Joys create.

8 [The Men of Grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial Fruits on earthly Ground,
From Faith and Hope may grow.]

9 [The Hill of Zion yields

A thousand facred Sweets,

Before we reach the heav'nly Fields,
Or walk the golden Streets.

10 Then let our Songs abound,
And ev'ry Tear be dry ;

.....

We're marching thro' IMMANUEL's Ground,
To fairer Worlds on high.]

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XXXI. CHRIST's Prefence makes Death eafy..

WH

HY fhould we ftart and fear to die? What tim'rous Worms we Mortals are! Death is the Gate of endless Joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The Pains, the Groans, and dying Strife,
Fright our approaching Souls away;
Still we fhrink back again to Life,
Fond of our Prison and our Clay.

3

O! if my LORD would come and meet,
My Soul fhould stretch her Wings in hafte,
Fly fearless thro' Death's iron Gate,

Nor feel the Terrors as the pafs'd.

4 Jasus can make a dying Bed

Feel loft as downy Pillows are,
While on his Breast I lean my Head,
And breathe my Life out fweetly there.

XXXII. Frailty and Folly.

HOW fhort and hafty is our Life!

How vaft our Souls Affairs!

Yet fenfelefs Mortals vainly trive
To lavish out their Years.

2 Our Days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a Moment's Stay;-

Juft like a Story or a Song

We pass our Lives away,

3 GOD from on high invites us Home,
But we march heedlefs on,

And ever haft❜ning to the Tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run.

4 How we deserve the deepest Hell,
That flight the Joys above!

What Chains of Veng'ance should we feel,
That break fuch Cords of Love!

5 Draw us, O God, with fov'reign Grace,
And lift our Thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal Race,
And fee Salvation nigh.

XXXIII. The bleffed Society in Heaven.

RA

AISE thee, my Soul, fly up, and run
Thro' ev'ry heav'nly Street,

And fay there's nought beneath the Sun
That's worthy of thy Feet.

2 [Thus will we mount on facred Wings,
And tread the Courts above:

Nor Earth, nor all her mightieft Things
Shall tempt our meanest Love.]

3 There on a high majestic Throne
Th' Almighty Father reigns,

And fheds his glorious Goodness down
On all the blissful Plains.

4 Bright, like a Sun, the Saviour fits,
And spreads eternal Noon ;

No Ev'ning's there, nor gloomy Nights,
To want the feeble Moon...

5 Amidst thofe ever-fhining Skies
Behold the facred Dove,

While banish'd Sin and Sorrow flies
From all the Realms of Love.
6 The glorious Tenants of the Place
Stand bending round the Throne;
And Saints and Seraphs fing and praife
The infinite Three-One.

7 [But, O what Beams of heav'nly Grace
Transport them all the while!

Ten thoufand Smiles from JESUS' Face,
And Love in ev'ry Smile!]

8 JESUS! O when shall that dear Day,
That joyful Hour appear,

When I fhall leave this Houfe of Clay,
To dwell amongst them there?

XXXIV. Breathing after the Holy SPIRIT: or, Fervency of Devotion defired.

OME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,

Kindle a Flame of facred Love

In these cold Hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling Toys:

Our Souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal Joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal Songs,
In vain we strive to rife,.
Hofannas languish on our Tongues,
And our Devotion dies.

4 Dear LORD and shall we ever live
At this poor dying Rate.
Our Love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,
Come shed abroad a Saviour's Love,
And that fhall kindle ours.

XXXV. Praife to GOD for Creation and
Redemption.

L

ET them negle&t thy Glory, LORD;
Who never knew thy Grace;

But our loud Songs shall still record
The Wonders of thy Praise.

z We raise our Shouts, O God to thee,
And fend them to thy Throne ;
All Glory to th' UNITED Three,
'The undivided One.

3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name)
That form'd us by a Word;

'Tis he reftores our ruin'd Frame: Salvation to the LORD!

4 Hofanna! let the Earth and Skies Repeat the joyful Sound;