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• In him then save thou me from fin and shame, . And to the higheit 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, · Aind vents through jufiice satisfying blood: . Not only then for inercy's sake 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.
strong argument so sweet, fo blest, • allowance, Lord, I must infiit. • Great God, since thou all w'll unworthy me • To make thy glorious name my humble plea; • No gliry worthy of it wilt thou gain • By casting me into the burning main.
My feeble back can never fuit 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 see the worthy Lamb, thy chosen Priest, • With justice' burning-glass against his breast, • Contracting all the beams of 'venging' wrath, • As in their centre, 'till he burnt to death. • Vengeance can never be fo much proclaiin'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'lt so well!
Glory to Pow'r, that bore and bury'd hell!
Glory to Holiness, which fin defac'd,
Glory to Truth, that now, in scarlet clad,
• Each attribute conspires with joint embrace,
• O ravilhing cuntrivance! light that blinds • Cherubic gazers, and seraphic minds.
They pry into the deep, and love to learn
Christ, or Despisers of the Gospel.
Then there is hope in Isra’l sure for thee.
Since the prime fruntains of the sacred writ
To versify the word, and preach in rbime,
* Heb. X. 29. 31.
Then, then we may suppose the wretch to cry, • Oh! if this damning Gd would let me die, · And not torment me to eternity! • Why from the silent 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, instruments of woe ; • For now I'm damn'd, I'm damn'd, and always
fo! • Curs'd be the day that ever made me hear · The gospel.call, which brought falvation near. • The endless found of fighted mercy's bell, • Has in mine ears the most tormenting knell. · Of offer'd grace I vain repent the loss, • The joyful found with horror recognosce. · The hollow vault reverberates the found, · This killing echo strikes the despelt wound, ( And with too late remorse does now confound. • Into the dungeon of despair I'm lock'd, · Th’once open door of hope for ever block'd:
Hopeless I sink into the dark abyss, • Banish'd for ever from eternal bliss. • In boiling waves of vengeance must I lie ? "O could I curse this dreadful God, and die ! • Infinite years in torments shall 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 sand that croud the ebbing shore? • When these are done, as many yet behind
As leaves of forelt shaken with the wind? · When these are gone, as many to ensue • As flems of grass on hills and dales that grew ? • When these run out, as many on the march • As starry lamps that gild the spangled arch? • When these expire, as many millions more • As moments in the millions palt before ? • When all these doleful years are fpent in pain, • And multiplied by myriads again, « Tis numbers drown the thought! could I suppose • That then my wretched years were at a close,
This would afford. fome ease: but, ah! I shiver - To think upon the dreadful found, for ever! · The burning gulph, where I blaspheining ly, • Is time no more, but valt ETERNITY ! · The growing torment I endure f r fin,
Through ages all is always to begin. • How did I but a grain of pleasure fow, • To reap an harvelt of immortal wo? • Bound at the bottom of the burning main, · Gnawing my chains, I wish for death in vain.
Jaft doon! since I that bear th'eternal load
Contemn'd the death of an eternal God. "Oh! if the God that curs'd me to the lash, • Would bless me back to nothing with a daih! • But höpeless I the just avenger hate, Blaspheme the wrathful God, and curfe
fate! To these this word of terror I direct, Who now the great salvation dare neglect *: To all the Chrilt-despising multitude, That trample on the great Redeemer's blood; That see no beauty in his glorious face, But flight his offers, and refuse his grace. A messenger of wrath to none I am, But those that hate to wed the worthy Lamb. For though the smallest sins, if small con be, Will plunge the Christless foul in misery : Yet, lo! the greatest that to mortals cleave Shan't damn the fouls in Jefus that believe; Because they on the very method fall That well can make amends to God for all. Whereas proud fouls, thro' unbelief, won't let The glorious God a reputation get Of all his honour, in his darling Son, For all the great dishonours they have done. A faithless foul the glorious God bereaves Of all the satisfaction that he craves ; Hence under divine hotest fury lies, And with a double vengeance juftly dies. The blackest part of Tophet is their place, Who flight the tenders of redeeming grace. * Heb. ii. 3.