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* Since thus thy threat'ning law is honour'd more

Than e'er my fins affronted it before: Since justice stern may greater glory win, * By justifying in thy darling Son, • Than by condemning evin the rebel me; * To this device of wisdom, lo! I flee. "Let justice, Lord, according to thy will, * Be glorify'd with glory great and full; * Not now in hell where juflice petty pay • Is but extorted parcels minc'd for ay: * But glorify'd in Chrift, who down has told • The total sum at once in liquid gold. In lowest hell low praise is only won, < But justice has the highest in thy Son; • The Sun of righteousness that fet in red, * To fhew the glorious morning would succeed. * In him then save thou me from fin and shame, And to the highest glorify thy name.

Since this bright scene thy glories all express, * And grace as empress reigns through righteousness; Since mercy fair runs in a crimfon food, And vents through justice-fatisfying blood : • Not only then for mercy's fake I sue,

But for the glory of thy justice too. * And since each letter of thy name divine * Has in fair Jesus' face the brightest shine, • This glorious Husband be for ever mine.

* On this strong argument, so sweet so blest, * With thy allowance, Lord, I must infift. 'Great God, since thou allow'st unworthy me 'To make thy glorious name my humble plea;

No glory worthy of it wilt thou gain, ' By casting me into the burning nain.


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My feeble back can never suit the load, That speaks thy name a fin-revenging God.

Scarce would that name seem a consuming fire • Upon a worm unworthy of thine ire. . But fee the worthy Lamb, thy chofen Prieft, • With justice' burning-glass against his breast, • Contracting all the beams of 'venging wrath, • As in their centre, till he burn to death.

Vengeance can never be so much proclaim'd, By scatter'd beams among the millions damn'd. • Then, Lord, in him me to the utmost fave, * And thou shalt glory to the highest have :

Glory to wisdom, that contriv'd so well! Glory to pow'r, that bore and bury'd hell! • Glory to holiness, which fin defac'd, : With finless service now divinely grac'd! • Glory to justice' (word, that flaming stood,

Now drunk to pleasure with atoning blood ! Glory to truth, that now in scarlet clad, • Has seal'd both threats and promises with red! Glory to mercy, now in purple streams,

So sweetly gliding through the divine flames • Of other once offended, now exalted names! • Each attribute confpires with joint embrace, • To fhew its sparkling rays in Jesus' face ; • And thus to deck the crown of matchless

grace. • But to thy name in hell ne'er can accrue The thousandth part of this great revenue.

• O ravishing contrivance! light that blinds Cherubic gazers, and seraphic minds. • They pry into the deep, and love to learn "What yet should vastly more be my concern • Lord, once iny hope most reasonlesscoulddream • Of heav'n, without regard to thy great name:

• But here is laid my lasting hope to found, • A highly rational, a divine ground.

'Tis reafonable, I expect, thou'lt take · The way that most will forthine honour make. • Is this the plan? Lord, let me build my claim • To life, on this high glory of thy name. · Nor let my faithless heart or think, or fay,

That all this glory shall be thrown away “In my perdition; which will never raise * To thy great name so vast a rent of praise.

O then a rebel into favour take : * Lord, shield and save me for thy glory's fake. "My endless ruin is not worth the cost, * That fo much glory be for ever loft.

I'll of the greatest finner bear the shame, • To bring the greatest honour to thy name. * Small loss, though I should perish endless days, • But thousand pities grace should lose the praise. 'O hear, JEHOVAH, get the glory then, And to my fupplication fay, Amen.'


The terrible Doom of unbelievers and rejecters of

CHRIST, or despisers of the gospel.
'HUS, finner, into Jesus' bosom flee,

Then there is hope in Isra'l sure for thee.
Slight not the call, as running by in rhime,
Left thou repent for ay, if not in time.
'Tis mok unlawful to contemn and fhun
All wholesome counsels that in metre run;
Since the prime fountains of the sacred writ
Much heav'nly truth in holy rhimes transmit.
If this don't please, yet hence it is no crime
To versify the word, and preach in rhime.

But in whatever mould the doctrine lies,
Some erring minds will gospel-truth despise
Without remeid, till Heavón anoint their eyes.
These lines pretend no conquéring art nor skill,
But shew, in weak attempts, a strong good-will,
To mortify all native legal pride,
And court the Lamb of God a virgin bride.
If he thy conjunct match be never givin,
Thou’rt doom'd to hell, as fure as God's in

If gospel-grace and goodnefs don't thee draw,
Thou art condemn'd already by the law.
Yea, hence damnation deep will doubly brace,
If still thy heart contemn redeeming grace.
No argument from fear or hope will move,
Or draw thy heart, if not the bond of love:
Nor flowing joys, nor flaming terrors chase
To Chrift the ha'vn, without the gales of grace.
O flighter then of grace's joyful found,
Thou'rt over to the wrathful ocean-bound.
Anon thou'lt fink into the gulf of woes,
Whene'er thy wasting hours are at a close:
Thy false old legal hope will then be loft,
And with thy wretched foul give up the ghost.
Then farewel God and Christ, and grace and
Undoncthou art, undone for evermore, '[glore;
For ever finking underneath the load
And pressure of a sin-revenging God.
The secret awful text aflerts, To fall
into his living hands is fearful thrall ; si
When no more sacrifice for fin remains*,
But ever-living wrath, and lating chains :
Heav'n still upholding life in dreadful death,
Still throwing down hot thunderbolts of wrath,

* Heb. x. 29, 3,1.



As full of terror, and as manifold,
As finite veffels of his wrath can hold.
* Then, then we may suppose the wretch

to cry. Oh! if this damning God would let me die, And not torment me to eternity! • Why from the filent womb of Itupid earth, • Did Heav'n awake and push me into birth ? Curs'd be the day that ever gave me life ;

Curs'd be the cruel parents, man and wife, : Means of my being, inftruments of wo;

For now I'm damn'd, I'm damn'd and always • Curs'd be the day that ever made me hear (fo! • The gospel-call, which brought falvation near. · The endless sound of fighted mercy's bell, • Has in mine ears the most tormenting knell. Of offer'd gráce I vain repent the loss, * The joyful found with horror recognofce. The hollow vault reverberates the found; * This killing echo ftrikes the deepell wound, And with too late remorfe does now con

found. • Into the dungeon of despair I'm lock'd, 'Th' once open door of hope for ever blockód:

Hopless, I fink into the dark abyss, < Banished for ever from eternal bliss. * In boiling waves of vengeance must I lie? « could I curse this dreadful God, and die! * Infinite years in torment fhall I spend, * And never, never, never, at an end! *Ah! must I live in torturing despair

As many years as atoms in the air ? • When these are spent, as many thousands more As grains of fand that croud the ebbing fhore ?

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