3 Let those refuse to fing 5 This awful GoD is ours, He shall send down his heav'nly Pow'rs To carry us above. 6 There fhall we fee his Face, 7 Yes, and before we rife To that immortal State, The Thoughts of such amazing Bliss 8 [The Men of Grace have found Celestial Fruits on earthly Ground, 9 [The Hill of Zion yields A thousand facred Sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly Fields, 10 Then let our Songs abound, ..... We're marching thro' IMMANUEL's Ground, 1 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, 3 O! if my LORD would come and meet, Nor feel the Terrors as the pafs'd. 4 Jasus can make a dying Bed Feel loft as downy Pillows are, XXXII. Frailty and Folly. HOW fhort and hafty is our Life! How vaft our Souls Affairs! Yet fenfelefs Mortals vainly trive 2 Our Days run thoughtlessly along, Juft like a Story or a Song We pass our Lives away, 3 GOD from on high invites us Home, And ever haft❜ning to the Tomb, 4 How we deserve the deepest Hell, What Chains of Veng'ance should we feel, 5 Draw us, O God, with fov'reign Grace, XXXIII. The bleffed Society in Heaven. RA AISE thee, my Soul, fly up, and run And fay there's nought beneath the Sun 2 [Thus will we mount on facred Wings, Nor Earth, nor all her mightieft Things 3 There on a high majestic Throne And fheds his glorious Goodness down 4 Bright, like a Sun, the Saviour fits, No Ev'ning's there, nor gloomy Nights, 5 Amidst thofe ever-fhining Skies While banish'd Sin and Sorrow flies 7 [But, O what Beams of heav'nly Grace Ten thoufand Smiles from JESUS' Face, 8 JESUS! O when shall that dear Day, When I fhall leave this Houfe of Clay, 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, Our Souls can neither fly nor go 3 In vain we tune our formal Songs, 4 Dear LORD and shall we ever live 5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, XXXV. Praife to GOD for Creation and L ET them negle&t thy Glory, LORD; But our loud Songs shall still record z We raise our Shouts, O God to thee, 3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name) 'Tis he reftores our ruin'd Frame: Salvation to the LORD! 4 Hofanna! let the Earth and Skies Repeat the joyful Sound; |