2 Behold he puts his Truft in none
Of all the Spirits round his Throne;
Their Natures, when compar'd with his,
Are neither Holy, Juft, nor Wife.

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But how much meaner Things are they
Who fpring from Dust and dwell in Clay!
Touch'd by the Finger of thy Wrath,
We faint and perish like the Moth.

From Night to Day, from Day to Night,
We die by Thousands in thy Sight:
Bury'd in Duft whole Nations lie
Like a forgotten Vanity.

5 Almighty Pow'r, to thee we bow:
How frail are we, how glorious Thou!
No more the Sors of Earth fhall dare
With an eternal GoD compare.

LXXXIII. Aflictions and Death under Providence, Job v. 6-8.

NOT from the Duft Affliction grows,

Nor Troubles rife by Chance;

Yet we are born to Cares and Woes;
A fad inheritance!

2 As Sparks break out from burning Coals,
And ftill are upwards borne ;

So Grief is rooted in our Souls,

And Man grows up to mourn.

3 Yet with my God I leave my Caufe, And truft his promis'd Grace:

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He rules me by his well known Laws
Of Love and Righteousness.

Not all the Pains that e'er I bore

Shall spoil my future Peace:

For Death and Hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.

LXXXIV. Salvation, Righteousness, and Strength in CHRIST, Ifa. xlv. 21-25.

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EHOVAH fpeaks, let Ifr'el hear,
Let all the Earth rejoice and fear,
While God's eternal Son proclaims
His fov'reign Honours and his Names:
2 "I am the Laft, and I the First,

"The SAVIOUR-GOD, and GOD, the Juft;
"There's none befide pretends to shew
"Such Juftice and Salvation too.

3" [Ye that in Shades of Darknefs dwell,

Just on the Verge of Death and Hell,

"Look up to me from diftant Lands,

"Light, Life, and Heav'n, are in my Hands.

4" I by thy holy Name have fworn,

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Nor fhall the Word în vain return,

"To me shall all Things bend the Knee, "And ev'ry Tongue fhall fwear to me.]

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"In me alone shall men confefs

"Lies all their Strength and Righteousness! "But fuch as dare despise my Name,

"I'll clothe them with eternal Shame.

6" In me, the LORD, shall all the Seed
"Of Ifr'el from their Sins be freed,
"And by their fhining Graces prove
"Their Intereft in my pard'ning Love.

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LXXXV. The fame.

HE LORD on high proclaims His Godhead from his Throne "Mercy and Justice are the Names "By which I will be known.

"Ye dying Souls that fit "In Darkness and Distress, "Look from the Borders of the Pit "To my recov'ring Grace.".

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Sinners fhall hear the Sound;

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Their thankful Tongues fhall own,

"Our Righteoufnefs and Strength is found "In thee, the LORD, alone."

In Thee fhall Ifr'el trust,

And fee their Guilt forgiv'n;

GOD will pronounce the Sinners just,
And take the Saints to Heav'n. '

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LXXXVI. GOD Holy, Juft, and Sovereign, Job ix, 2-10.

HOW fhould the Sons of Adam's Race
Be pure before their GOD!

If he contend in Righteousness,

We fall beneath his Rod.

2 To vindicate my Words and Thoughts
I'll make no more Pretence;
Not one of all my thousand Faults
Can bear a juft Defence.

3 Strong is his Arm, his Heart is wife
What vain Prefumers dare
Again their Maker's Hand to rife,
Or tempt th' unequal War ?

4 [Mountains by his Almighty Wrath
From their old Seats are torn;
He fhakes the Earth from South to North

And all her Pillars mourn.

5 He bids the Sun forbear to rife; Th' obedient Sun forbears:

His Hand with Sackcloth fpreads the Skies, And feals up all the Stars.

6 He walks upon the ftormy Sea;

Flies on the ftormy Wind;

'There's none can trace his wond'rous Way, Or his dark Footsteps find.]

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LXXXVII. GOD dwells with the Humble and Penitent, Ifa. lvii. 15, 16.

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HUS faith the High and Lofty One,
"I fit upon my holy Throne;

My Name is GOD; I dwell on high; "Dwell in my own Eternity,

"But I defcend to Worlds below;
"On Earth I have a Mansion too;
"The humble Spirit and contrite
"Is an Abode of my Delight.

3 "The humble Soul my Words revive;
"I bid the mourning Sinner live;
"Heal all the broken Hearts I find,
"And cafe the Sorrows of the Mind:

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"[When I contend against their Sin,

"I make them know how vile they've been ;
"But should my Wrath for ever smoke,
"Their Souls would fink beneath my Stroke."

5 O may thy pard'ning Grace be nigh,
Left we fhould faint, defpair and die!
Thus fhall our better Thoughts approve
The Methods of thy chaft'ning Love.]