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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,
• With firleis service now divinely grac'd !
• Glary to Justice' sword, that flaming stood,
• N w drunk to pleasure with atoning blood !

Glory to Truth, that now, in scarlet clad,
• Has seal'd hoth threats and promises with red !
. Glory to Mercy, now in purple streams,
'S: fweetly gliding through the divine flames
• Of other once offended, now exalted names !

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• Each attribute conspires with joint embrace,
• To shew 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 ravilhing cuntrivance! light that blinds • Cherubic gazers, and seraphic minds.

They pry into the deep, and love to learn
• What yet should valily more be my concern.
• Lord, once my hope most reafunless could dream
• Of heav'n, with ut regard to thy great name;
• But here is laid, my lasting hope tu found,
• A highly rational, a lalling ground.
• 'Tis reasonable, I expect thou’lt take
• The way that m It will for thine honour make.
• Is this the plan? Lörd, let me build my claim
"To life, on this high glory of thy name.
• Nor let my faithless heart of think, ur say,
• That all this glory thall be thrown away
• In my perdition; which will never raise
• To thy great name so valt a rent of praise.
• O then a rebel into favour take;
• Lord, thield and save me for thy glory's sake.
• My endless ruin is net worth the cost,
• That so 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 thould perish endless days,
• But thousand pities grace should lose the praise.
• O hear, JEHOVAH, get the glory then,
• And to my fupplication say, Amen.'

SECT. V.
The terrible Doom of Unbelievers, and Rejecters of

Christ, or Despisers of the Gospel.
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'HUS, finner, into Jesus' bofom flee,

Then there is hope in Isra’l sure for thee.
Slight not the call, as running by in rhime,
Leit thou repent for ay, if not in time.
'Tis most unlawful to contenin and shun
All wholesome counsels that in metre run;

Since the prime fruntains of the sacred writ
Much heav'nly truth in holy rhimes transmit.
If this di n't please, yet hence it is no crime

To versify the word, and preach in rbime,
But in whatever mould the doctrine lies,
Some erring minds will gospel-truth despise
Without remede, till heav'n anoint their eyes.
These lines pretend no conqu’ring art nor skill,
But shew in weak attemps 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 giv'n,
Thou'rt doom'd to hell, as fure as God's in heav'n.
If gospel-grace and goodness 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 chafe
To Christ the hav’n, without the gales of grace.
O fighter then of grace's joyful found,
Thu'rt over to the wrathful ocean bound.
Anin thru’lt sink into the gulf of woes,
Whene'er thy wafting hours are at a close;
Thy false old legal hope will then be lost,
And with thy wretched foul give up the ghost.
Then farewel God and Christ, and grace and glore;
Undone th u art, undone for evermore,
For ever sinking underneath the load
And pressure of a fin-revenging God.
The sacred awful text asserts, “To fall
“ Into his living hands, is fearful thrall;
" When no more facrifice for fin remins,'' *
But ever living wrath, and lasting chains;
Heav'n still upholding life in dreadful death,
Still throwing down het thunderbolts of wrath,
As full of terrir, and as manifold,
As finite vellels of his wrath can hold.

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,

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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

my

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.

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