3

His Bride herself has ready made,
how pure and white her Dress!
Which is her Saint's Integrity,
and fpotlefs Holiness.

4 O therefore blefs'd is ev'ry one,
who to the Marriage Feaft,
And holy Supper of the Lamb,
Is call'd a welcome Gueft.

MA

AYone be pardon'd and retain th'Offence! In the corrupted Currents of this World, Offence's gilded Hand may fhove by Justice; Nay, oft tis feen, the wicked Prize itself Buys out the Law. But 'tis not so above, There is no Shuffling: There the Action lies In his true Nature; we ourselves compell'd Ev'n to the Teeth and Forehead of ourFaults, To give in Evidence.

* BLEST be the Day that I began
a Pilgrim for to be,

And bleffed alfo be the Man
that thereunto mov'd me.

2 'Tis true, 'twas long ere I began
to feek to live forever :

But

But now I run faft as Ican;
'tis better late than never.

L

ORD of the Sabbath, hear our Vows On this thy Day, in this thy House; Accept as grateful Sacrifice,

The Songs which from thy Servants rife,

2 Thine early Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler Reft above:
To that our lab'ring Souls afpire
With ardent Pangs of ftrong Defire.
3 No more Fatigue, no more Diftress,
Nor Sin, nor Hell, fhall reach the Place;
No Groans to mingle with the Songs,
Refounding from immortal Tongues.
4 No rude Alarms of raging Foes;
No Cares to break the long Repose;
No midnight Shades, no clouded Sun,
But facred, high, eternal Noon.

5 O long expected Day! begin,

Dawn on thefe Realms of Woe and Sin;
Fain would we leave this weary Road,
And fleep in Death to rest with God.

WITH peaceful Mind thy Race of Duty run; God Nothing does, or tuffers to be done,

But

But what thou wouldft Thyself, if thou couldst

fee,

Through all Events of Things, as well as He.

I

I

come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy Footsteps, Lord, I trace;
I joy to think this is the Way
To see my Saviour's Face.

2 These are my Preparation Days;
And when my Soul is drefs'd,
These Sabbaths fhall deliver me
To mine eternal Rest.

HYMN CCVI.

COME let us join our Friends above,

That have obtain'd the Prize,

And on the Eagle Wings of Love
To Joy celeftial rife.

Let all the Saints terrestrial fing
With those to Glory gone,
For all the Servants of our King,
In Earth and Heav'n are one.

2 One Family we dwell in him,
One Church above, beneath,
Tho' now divided by the Stream,
The narrow Stream of Death:
One Army of the living God,

Το

To his Command we bow:
Part of his Hoft hath crois'd the Flood,
And Part is croffing now.

HYMN CCVII.

I THE Day of Wrath, that dreadful Day, Shall the whole World in Ashes lay,

As David and the Sybils say.

2 What Horror shall invade the Mind, When the ftrict Judge, who would be kind, Shall have tew venial Faults to find?

3 The last loud Trumpet's wond'rous Sound, Shall thro' the rending Tombs rebound, And wake the Nations under Ground.

4 Nature and Death fhall with Surprize Behold the pale Offender rife,

And view the Judge with confcious Eyes,

5 Then shall, with univerfal Dread, The facred mystic Book be read, To try the Living and the Dead.

6 The Judge afcends his awful Throne, He makes each fecret Sin be known, And all with Shame contefs their own.

7 Oh then what Int'reft fhall I make, To fave my last important State, When the most just have Caufe to quake?

S Thou

8 Thou mighty, formidable King, Thou Mercy's unexhaufted Spring, Some comfortable Pity bring.

9

Forget not what my Ranfom coft,
Nor let my dear-bought Soul be loft,
In Storms of guilty Terror toft.

io Thou, who tor me didft feel fuch Pain, Whose precious Blood the Crofs did ftain, Let not those Agonies be vain.

II Thou, whom avenging Pow'rs obey,
Cancel my Debt, too great to pay,
Before the fad accounting Day,

12 Surrounded with amazing Fears,
Whofe Load my Soul with Anguish bears,
I figh, I weep, accept my Tears.

13 Thou, who wert mov'd with Mary's Grief, And by abfolving of the Thief

Haft giv'n me Hope, now give Relief. 14 Reject not my unworthy Pray'r, Preferve me from that dang'rous Snare, Which Death and gaping Hell prepare. 15 Give my exalted Soul a Place, Among thy cholen right-hand Race, The Sons of God and Heirs of Grace,

16 From that insatiable Abyss,

Where Flames devour and Serpents hifs,
Promote me to thy Seat of Blifs.

17 Proftrate