No more shall Atheists mock his long delay; And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the Jew, Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain 7 Unthinking wretch!how could'st thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Behold my terrours now, my thunders roil, P. M. SECOND PART. Walworth. [*] HE God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations,and awakes the north; From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heavenrejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall Atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day: Behold the Judge descend; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n,earth,and hell draw near:-Let all things come, "To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom! "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands; "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands." When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold, my cov❜nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, "And sign'd with all their names;-the Greek, the Jew, "Who paid the ancient worship, or the new." There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints; for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones, "And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. PAUSE THE FIRST. Landaff. 6 ['I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God; Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear.' When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.] 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer,and profane, "Now feel my wrath,nor call my threat'nings vain: "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saints attire"I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 [Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love: in vain the store Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's: all nature shall adore him: While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 'If I were hungry, would 1 ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood? Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.' All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation: Gives sinner's vengeance, and the saints salvation.] 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, "Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, "Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?" God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises. PAUSE THE SECOND. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please "A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 [In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends: While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.' God is the Judge of hearts: no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises.] 13 "Silent I waited, with long-suff'ring love: "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears! all nature joins t' adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 ['Behold my terrours now: my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul: Now like a lion, shall my vengeance tear Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near.' Judgment concludes; hell trembles! heav'n rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.] EPIPHONEMA. 15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise! P 1 SHEW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive; Are not thy mercies large and free? -2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 3 O wash my soul from every sin, e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, • 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, L. M. SECOND PART. Armley. Geneva. e 1 ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, 3 [Great God, create my heart anew, d 4 Behold, I fall before thy face; No outward forms can make me clean; 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, -6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone o Thy blood can make me white as snow, No Jewish types can cleanse me so. e 7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace [b] L. M. THIRD PART. Gloucester. Bath. [*] e 1 The Penitent restored. THOU, who hear'st when sinners cry, Behold them not with angry look, |