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3 "And what have hypocrites to do, "To bring their facrifice?

"They call my ftatutes juft and true,
“But deal in theft and lies.

4. Could you expect to 'fcape my fight,
"And fin without controul?
"But I fhall bring your crimes to light
"With anguifh in your foul.

5 Confider, ye that flight the Lord,
Before his wrath appear;
If once you fall beneath his fword,
There's no deliv'rer there.

PSALM L. Third Part. Long Metre..

T

Hypocrify expofed.

HE Lord, the judge, his churches warns,
Let hypocrites attend and fear,

Who place their hope in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.

2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name
With lips of fallehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And footh and flatter those they hate.

3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to feck their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abufe his grace.

To heav'n they lift their hands unclean;
Defii'd with luft, defil'd with blood;
By night they practise ev'ry sin,
By day their mouths draw near to God.

5 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow fecure and fin the more

They think he fleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

6 dreadful hour! when God draws near,
And lets their crimes before their eyes!
His wrath their guilty fouls fhall tear,
And no deliv'rer dare to rife.

PSALM

L. To a new tune.

THE

The last judgment.

HE Lord, the fov'reign, fends his fummons forth,

Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the north; Erom east to west the founding orders spread Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead: No more fhall Atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance fleeps no more: Behold the day!

2 Behold the Judge defcends; his guards are Tempeft and fire attend him down the fky: nigh, Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near; let all things come To hear his juftice and the finner's doom;

But gather firft my faints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands.

3 Behold my cov❜nant ftands for ever good, Seal'd by th' eternal facrifice in blood,

And fign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the antient worship or the new,
There's no diftinction here; come, spread their
thrones,

And near me fet my fav'rites and my fons.

4 I their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad My juft eternal fentence and declare

Thofe awful truths that finners dread to hear;

Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;

I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5

Not for the want of goats or bullocks flain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love: In vain the ftore Of brutal off'rings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beafts and favage breed, [feed. Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they 6 If I were hungry, would I afk thee food? When did I thirft, or drink thy bullocks blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy folemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows, Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope
to please

A God, a Spirit, with fuch toys as these?
While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue
Thou lov'ft deceit, and doft thy brother wrong;
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adult'rers are thy chofen friends.

8 Silent I waited with long fuff'ring love,
But didft thou hope that I fhould ne'er reprove?
And cherish fuch an impious thought within,
That God the righteous would indulge thy fin?
Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.

9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wife; Awake before this dreadful morning rife; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend;

Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Left like a lion his last vengeance tear

Your trembling fouls, and no delivʼrer near:

PSALM L. To the old proper tune,

THE

The last Fudgment.

HE God of glory fends his fummons forth, Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the fov'reign orders fpread, Thro' diftant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet founds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearful voices.

2 No more fhall Atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance fleeps no more: behold the day; Behold the Judge defcends; his guards are nigh; Tempefts and fire attend him down the sky. ·When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him.. 3 "Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come

"To hear my juftice and the finner's doom; "But gather firft my faints; (the Judge commands)

"Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands." When Chrift returns, wake every chearful paffion : And fhout ye faints, he comes for your falvation.

4 "Behold my cov'nant ftands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal facrifice in blood, [Jew, "And fign'd with all their names; the Greek, the "That paid the antient worship or the new; There's no diftinction here, join all your voices, And raife your beads, ye faints, for heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (faith the Lord) ye angels, fpread their

thrones, "And near me feat my fav'rites and

my fons,

"Come, my redeem'd, poffefs the joys prepar'd "Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Chrift returns, wake ev'ry chearful paffion: And fhout, ye faints, he comes for your falvation.

PAUSE the firft.

6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "I am the Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad "My juft eternal fentence, and declare

"Thofe awful truths, that finners dread to hear. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him.

7

"Stand forth, thou bold blafphemer, and profane,

"Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatnings vain;
"Thou hypocrite, once dreft in faints attire,
"I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your hands, ye faints, with chearful voices.

8"Not for the want of goats or bullocks flain "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 finners tremble faints rejoice before him.

"If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirft, or drink thy bullock's blood? Mine are the tamer beafts, and favage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.

All is the Lord's he rules the wide creation ;
Gives finners veng'ance, and the faints falvation.

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