And bid a long, a fad Farewel,

To the pale Lump of lifelefs Clay.

4 Thence they are huddled to the Grave,
Where Kings and Slaves have equal Thrones,
Their Bones without Diftinction lie,
Amongst the Heap of meaner Bones.

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The reft referred to the 49th Pfalm.

XXV. A Vifion of the Lamb, Rev. v. 6—9.

LL mortal Vanities be gone,

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Nor tempt my Eyes, nor tire my Ears; Behold amidst th' eternal Throne

A Vifion of the Lamb appears.

2 [Glory his fleecy Robe adorns,

Mark'd with the bloody Death he bore;
Sev'n are his Eyes, and fev'n his Horns,
To speak his Wisdom and his Pow'r.

3 Lo, he receives a fealed Book

From Him that fits upon the Throne,
Jefus, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark Decrees, and Things unknown.]
4 All the affembling Saints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb,
And in new Songs of Gofpel-found
Addrefs their Honours to his Name.
5 [The Joy, the Shout, the Harmony
Flies o'er the everlasting Hills;

"Worthy art thou alone they cry,

"To read the Book, to loose the Seals."]
6 Our Voices join the heav'nly Strain,
And with transporting Pleasure fing,
"Worthy the Lamb that once was flain.
"To be our Teacher and our King!”
7 His Words of Prophecy reveal
Eternal Counfels, deep Defigns;
His Grace and Vengeance fhall fulfil
The peaceful and the dreadful Lines:
8 Thou haft redeem'd our Souls from Hell
With thine invaluable Blood;

And Wretches that did once rebel,
Are now made Fav'rites of their God.

9 Worthy for ever is the Lord,

That dy'd for Treasons not his own,
By ev'ry Tongue to be ador'd,
And dwell upon his Father's Throne!

XXVI. Hope of Heaven by the Refurrection of Christ, 1 Pet. i. 3—5.

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Lefs'd be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding Mercy prais❜d,
His Majesty ador❜d.

2 When from the Dead he rais'd his Son,

He

And call'd him to the Sky,

gave our Souls a lively Hope, That they should never die.

3 What tho' our inbred Sins require
Our Flesh to see the Duft,

Yet as the LORD our Saviour rofe,
So all his Followers must.

4 There's an Inheritance Divine,
Referv'd against that Day;
"Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the Pow'r of GoD are kept
Till the Salvation come;
We walk by Faith, as Strangers here,
Till CHRIST fhall call us home.

XXVII. Aurance of Heaven: or, A Saint prepared to die, 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18..

DEATH may diffolve my Body now,

And bear my Spirit home;

Why do my Minutes move fo flow,
Now my Salvation come?

2 With heav'nly Weapons I have fought
The Battles of the Lord,

Finish'd my Course, and kept the Faith,
And wait the fure Reward.]

3 GOD has laid up in Heav'n for me
A Crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge at that great Day
Shall place it on my Head.

4 Nor hath the King of Grace decreed
This Prize for me alone;

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But all that love and long to fee

Th' Appearance of his Son.

5 JESUS, the LORD fhall guard me fafe
From ev'ry ill Defign;
And to his heav'nly Kingdom take
This feeble Soul of mine..

6 GOD is my everlasting Aid,
And Hell fhall rage in vain ;
To Him be highest Glory paid,"
And endless Praife. Amen.

XXVIII. The Triumph of CHRIST over the Enemies of his Church, Ifa. lxiii. 1-3, &c.

WE HAT mighty Man, or mighty God,

Comes travelling in State

Along the Idumean Road,

Away from Bozrah's Gate!

2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'Tis fome victorious King:

"Tis I, the Juft, th' Almighty One,
"That your Salvation bring."

3 Why, mighty LORD, thy Saints inquire,
Why thine Apparel's red;

4

And all thy Vefture ftain'd like those
Who in the Wine-prefs tread ?-

"I by myfelf have trod the Prefs,
"And crush'd my Foes alone;
My Wrath has firuck the Rebels dead,
My Fury ftampt them down.

5 " "Tis Edom's Blood that dyes my Robes "With joyful fcarlet Stains;

"The Triumph that my Raiment wears "Sprung from my Bleeding Veins. 6" Thus fhall the Nations be destroy'd "That dare infult my Saints: "I have an Arm t'avenge their Wrongs, "An Ear for their Complaints."

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XXIX. The Second Part: or, The Ruin of
Antichrift, ver. 4-7.

"I Lift my Banner," faith the LORD,

"Where Antichrift has stood;

"The City of my Gofpel-foes
"Shall be a Field of Blood.

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2" My Heart has study'd just Revenge,
"And now the Day appears,

"The Day of my Redeem'd is come,
"To wide away their 'Tears.

3" Quite weary is my Patience grown,
And bids my Fury go:

Swift as the Lightening it fhall move,
"And be as fatal too,

4" I call for Helpers, but in vain :
"Then has my Gofpel none?

5

"Well, mine own Arm has might enough "To cruth Foes alone.

my

"Slaughter and my devouring Sword

"Shall walk the Streets around,