"Babel fhall reel beneath my Stroke, "And stagger to the Ground." 6 Thy Honours, O victorious King! Thine own right Hand shall raise, While we thy awful Vengeance fing, And our Deliv❜rer praise. XXX. Prayer for Deliverance answered, IN thine own Ways, O GOD of Love, We wait the Vifits of thy Grace; Our Souls Defire is to thy Name, And the Remembrance of thy Face. 2 My Thoughts are searching, LORD, for thee 'Mongst the black Shades of lonesome Night; My earnest Cries falute the Skies Before the Dawn reftores the Light. 3 Look how rebellious Men deride The tender Patience of my GOD; But they fhall fee thy lifted Hand, And feel the Scourges of thy Rod. 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the Sky, A mighty Voice before him goes, A Voice of Mufic to his Friends, But threat'ning Thunder to his Foes. 5 Come, Children, to your Father's Arms, Hide in the Chambers of my Grace, Till the fierce Storms be overblown, And my revenging Fury cease. 6 My Sword fhall boaft its Thousands flain, XXXI. Refered to the 1ft Pfalm. XXXII. Strength from Heaven, WH Hence do our mournful Thoughts arise? Has reflefs Sin and raging Hell Struck all our Comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty Name 3 4 Treasures of everlasting Might He gives the Conqueft to the Weak, And treads their Foes to Hell. Mere mortal Pow'r fhall fade and die And youthful Vigour cease; But we that wait upon the LORD, Shall feel our Strength increase. 5 The Saints fhall mount on Eagles Wings, Till their unwearied Feet arrive XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII. Referred to Pfal. cxxxi, cxxxiv, lxvii, lxxiii, xc, and lxxxiv. XXXIX. GOD's tender Care of his Church, I WOW fhall my inward Joys arise, Almighty Love infpires my Heart, 2 GoD on his thirsty Sion-Hill Some Mercy-Drops has thrown, 3 Why do we then indulge our Fears, 4 Can a kind Woman e'er forget And 'mongst a thousand tender Thoughts, 5" Yet, faith the LORD, fhould Nature change, "And Mothers Monsters prove, "Sion ftill dwells upon the Heart "Of everlasting Love. 6" Deep on the Palms of both my Hands "I have engrav'd her Name; 66 My Hand shall raise her ruin'd Walls, "And build her broken Frame." XL. The Bufinefs and Blessedness of glorified Saints, Rev. vii. 13, &c. WE HAT happy Men or Angels these, [white; "Whence did this glorious Troop arrive, "At the pure Realms of heav'nly Light?" 2 From tott'ring Racks and burning Fires, And Seas of their own Blood they came: But nobler Blood has wash'd their Robes, Flowing from CHRIST the dying Lamb. 3 'Now they approach th' Almighty Throne, With loud Hofannas Night and Day, Sweet Anthems to the great Three One, Measure their bless'd Eternity. 4 No more fhall hunger pain their Souls; 5 The Lamb that fills the milder Throne, There fhall they feast on his rich Love, And drink full joys from living Streams. 6 Thus fhall their mighty Bliss renew Thro' the vaft Round of endless Years, XLI. The fame: or, The Martyrs glorified, 66 I {hine! HESE glorious Minds, how bright they "How came they to the happy Seats "Of everlasting Day?? 2 From tort'ring Pains to endless Joys And ftrangely wash'd their Raiment white 3 Now they approach a spotless GOD, Their warbling Harps and facred Songs 4 The unveil'd Glories of his Face While the rich Treasure of his Grace 5 Tormenting Thirst shall leave their Souls, The Fruit of Life's immortal Tree 6 The Lamb fhall lead his heav'nly Flock And Love divine shall wipe away |