Rocks, Hills and Vales reflect the Voice
In one eternal Round.

XXXVI. CHRIST's Interceffion.

WELL, the Redeemer's gone
T' appear before our GoD,

To fprinkle o'er the flaming Throne
With his atoning Blood.

2 No fiery Veng'ance now,

No burning Wrath comes down :
If Justice calls for Sinners' Blood,
The Saviour fhews his own.
3 Before his Father's Eye

Our humble Suit he moves;
The Father lays his Thunder by,

And looks, and fmiles, and loves.

4 Now may our joyful Tongues Our Maker's Honour fing; JESUS the Priest receives our Songs, And bears them to the King.

5 [We bow before his Face, And found his Glories high; "Hofanna to the GoD of Grace

"That lays his Thunder by.]

6" On Earth thy Mercy reigns,
"And triumphs all above:"

But, LORD, how weak are mortal Strains,
To speak immortal Love!

7 [How jarring and how low Are all the Notes we fing!

Sweet Saviour, tune our Songs anew,
And they shall please the King.]

LIFT up your Eyes to th' heav'nly Seats Where your Redeemer ftays:

Kind Interceffor, there he fits,"

And loves, and pleads, and prays

2 'Twas well, my Soul, he dy'd for thee, And fhed his vital Blood,

3

Appeas'd ftern Juftice on the Tree,
And then arose to God.

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Petitions now, and Praise may
And Saints their Off'rings bring,
The Priest with his own Sacrifice

Prefents them to the King.

4 [Let Papifts truft what Names they please,
Their Saints and Angels boaft;
We've no fuch Advocates as these,
Nor pray to th' heav'nly Hoft.]

5 JESUS alone fhall bear my Cries
Up to his Father's Throne:

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He, deareft LORD! perfumes my Sighs, And fweetens ev'ry Groan.

6 [Ten thoufand Praifes to the King,
“Hosanna in the High'st!

Ten thousand Thanks our Spirits bring
To GOD and to his CHRIST.]

XXXVIII. Love to God.

HAPPY the Heart where Graces reign.
Where Love infpires the Breaft:1

Love is the brightest of the Train,
And strengthens all the Reft.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our Fear;

Our stubborn Sins will fight and reign,
If Love be absent there.

3 'Tis Love that makes our cheerful Feet
In fwift Obedience move;

The Devils know and tremble too;
But Satan cannot love.

This is the Grace that lives and fings,
When Faith and Hope fhall ceafe;
"Tis this fhall ftrike our joyful Strings
In the fweet Realms of Blifs.

Before we quite forfake our Clay,
Or leave this dark Abode,
The Wings of Love bear us away
To see our smiling GOD.

XXXIX. The Shortness and Mifery of Life.

UR Days, alas! our mortal Days

Are fhort and wretched too;

"EVIL and FEW *

," the Patriarch fays;

2

And well the Patriarch knew.

'I'is but at beft a narrow Bound

That Heav'n allows to Men,

And Pains and Sins run thro' the Round
Of Threefcore Years and Ten.

3 Well, if ye must be fad and few,
Run on, my Days, in hafte;

Moments of Sin, and Months of Woe,
Ye cannot fly too faft.

4 Let heav'nly Love prepare my Soul,
And call her to the Skies,

Where Years of long Salvation rell,
And Glory never dies.

* Gen. xlvii. 9.

XL. Our Comfort in the Covenant made with CHRIST.

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UR GOD how firm his Promise stands!
Ev'n when he hides his Face,

He trufts in our Redeemer's Hands

His Glory and his Grace.

2. Then why, my Soul, these fad Complaints,
Since CHRIST and we are One?

Thy Gop is faithful to his Saints,"
Is faithful to his Son.

3 Beneath his Smiles my Heart has liv'd,
And Part of Heav'n Poffefs'd;

I praise his Name for Grace receiv'd,

And truft him for the Reft.

XLI. 4 Sight of GOD mortifies us to the World.

P to the Fields where Angels lie,

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And living Waters gently roll,
Fain would my Thoughts leap out and fly,
But Sin hangs heavy on my Soul.

Thy wond'rous Blood, dear dying CHRIST,
Can make this World of Guilt remove;
And thou canft bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind Wings, Celestial Dove!

O might I once mount up and fee
The Glories of th' eternal Skies,

What little Things these Worlds would be,
How defpicable to my Eyes!]

Had I a Glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and Men would vanish foon ;
Vanish, as tho' I faw them not,

As a dim Candle dies at Noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage and rave;
I should perceive the Noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking Leaf,
While rattling Thunders round us rore.

Great All in all! Eternal King!

Let me but view thy lovely Face,

And all my Pow'rs fhall bow and fing,
Thine endless Grandeur and thy Grace.