His Natures two, his Perfon one, 2 The Root of David here, we find, 3 Blefs'd He that comes to wretched Men To Chrift the Lord be giv'n! 4 Let Mortals ne'er refuse to take Th' Hofanna on their Tongues, Left Rocks and Stones fhould rise and break Their Silence into Songs. Ο XVII. Victory over Death, For an overcoming Faith To chear my dying Hours, To triumph o'er the Monster, Death, 2 Joyful, with all the Strength I have, 3 If Sin be pardon'd, I'm fecure ; The Law gives Sin its damning Powr; 4 Now to the God of Victory Immortal Thanks be paid, Who makes us Conqu'rors while we die XVIII. Blessed are the Dead that die in the I HEAR what the Voice from Heav'n proclaims 2 They die in Jefus and are blefs'd; From Sufferings and from Sins releas'd, 3 Far from this World of Toil and Strife, The Labours of their mortal Life XIX. The Song of Simcon: or, Death made defirable, Luke ii. 27, &c. LORD, at thy Temple we appear, And hope to meet our Saviour here; 2 With what divine and vaft Delight 3 4 When fondly in his wither'd Arms He clafp'd the holy Child! "Now I can leave this World," he cry'd; "Behold thy Servant dies; "I've seen thy great Salvation, Lord; "This is the Light prepar'd to shine 5 [Jefus! the Vifion of thy Face Hath overpow'ring Charms! Scarce fhall I feel Death's cold Embrace, 6 Then, while ye hear my Heartstrings break, 2 XX. Spiritual Apparel, namely, the Robe of AWAKE, my Heart, arise my Tongue, Prepare a tuneful Voice, In God the Life of all my Joys, 'Tis he adorn'd my naked Soul, And made Salvation mine; He makes his Graces fhine. 3 And left the Shadow of a Spot. Should on my Soul be found, He took the Robe the Saviour wrought, And caft it all around. 4 How far the heav'nly Robe exceeds Thefe Ornaments, how bright they shine! 5 The Spirit wrought my Faith, and Love, 6 Strangely, my Soul, art thou array'd In sweetest Harmony of Praise Let all thy Powers agree. XXI. A Vision of the Kingdom of Christ among Men, Rev. xxi. 1—4· O, what a glorious Sight appears To our believing Eyes! The Earth and Seas are pass'd away, And the old rolling Skies: 2 From the third Heav'n, where God refides, 3 Attending Angels fhout for Joy, .4 5 "Mortals, behold the facred Seat "The God of Glory down to Men "And he the loving God. "His own foft Hand fhall wipe the Tears "From ev'ry weeping Eye; "And Pains and Groans, and Griefs and Fears "And Death itfelf fhall die." 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long! Fly swiftly round, ye Wheels of Time, XXII, and XXIII. Referred to the 125th Pfalm. XXIV. The rich Sinner dying, Pfal, xlix. 6, 9. Eccl. viii. 8. Job iii. 14, 15. 1 IN N vain the wealthy Mortals toil, |