4 Thine Honour bids, Avenge thine injur'd Name, Thy flighted Loves a dreadful Glory claim, While my moift Tears might but incenfe thy Flame. 5 Should Heav'n grow black,almighty Thunder roar And Vengeanceblaftme, Icould pleadnomore, To reach a Rebel, pierce this facred Shroud, HYMN CCXVI. IS Religion that can give, TIS Sweeteft Pleasures while we live ; 'Tis Religion must supply, Solid Comfort when we die; After Death its Joys will be, Lafting as Eternity. BY HYMN CCXVII. Y Meditation and by Prav'r, Let me to Heav'n afcend; Secure a future Mansion there, And make my God my Friend. Blood. HYMN HYMN CCXVIII. My ador'd Redeemer! deign to be Now prefent with thy myftic Bread to me; May I the Bleffing of thy Blood partake, Who drink the facred Wine for thy dear Sake. HYMN CCXIX. THE 'HE hoary Fool, who many Days 2 To-morrow comes! 'Tis Noon! 'Tis Night! HYMN CCXX. WEEP no more, Chriftian Friends, weep no more, For Lycidas your Sorrow is not dead, the Waves, Where 3 His Bride herself has ready made, how pure and white her Dress! Which is her Saint's Integrity, and spotlefs 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. ว HYMN CCI. 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 itfelf Buys out the Law. But 'tis not fo 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. IBLEST be the Day that I began And bleffed alfo be the Man 2 'Tis true, 'twas long ere I began But That when the laft of Days fall come, 1 SLEEP,downySleep! come clofe mineEyes, But fave thy Suppliant free from Harms, 3 Clouds and Darkness are thy Throne, O dart from thence a fhining Ray, HYMN CCXXIII. LET thy Repentance be without Delay; Thou must repent for a Day more of Sin, HYMN CCXXIV. à WHAT is more tender than a mother's love HYMN CCXXV. 1 THE Lord is my Shepherd, my Guardian and Guide; Whatsoever I want he will kindly provice: Ever fince I was born,itis he that hath crown'd The Life that he gave me with Bleffings all round: While yet on the Breaft a poor Infant I hung, Ere Time had unloofen'd the Strings of my Tongue, Hegaveme theHelp which Icould not thenafk; Now therefore to thank him fhall be my Tongue's Tafk. 2 Thro' my tendereft Years, with as tender a Care, My Soul, like a Lamb, in his Bofom he bare; Το |