Both in his conqueft and his triumph too.
His glories ftrongly wo

His graces to them, and will not appear
In their full luftre, until both be there.

Where he now fits, not for himself alone,
But that upon his throne

All his redeemed may attendants be,
Robed, and crowned as he

Kings without courtiers are 'lone men, they says And doft thou think to stay

Behind on earth, whilst thy King reigns in heaven, Yet not be of thy happiness bereaven?

Nothing that thou canst think worth having's here.
Nothing is wanting there,

That thou canst wish to make thee truly bleft.
And above all the reft,

Thy life is hid with God in Jefus Christ,
Higher than what is high'st.

O grovel then no longer here on earth,
Where mis'ry ev'ry moment drowns thy mirth.
But tow'r, my foul, and foar above the skies,
Where thy true treasure lies.
Tho' with corruption and mortality

Thou clogg'd and pinion'd be ;

Yet thy flight thoughts, and fprightly wishes, may
Speedily glide away.

To what thou canst not reach, at least afpire,
Afcend, if not in deed, yet in defire.

Whitsunday.

NAY ftartle not to hear the rushing wind,

Wherewith this place is fhaken :

Attend awhile, and thou shalt quickly find

How much thou art mistaken,

If thou think here.

Is any caufe to feara

See'st thou not how on those twelve rev'rend heads Sit cloven tongues of fire ?

And as the rumour of that wonder spreads, ti The multitude admireri

To fee it; and
Yet more amazed ftand

To hear at once fo great variety

Of language from them come,
Of whom they dare be bold to say they be
Bred no where but at home,

And never were

In place fuch words to hear.

Mock not, profane despisers of the Spirit,
At what's to you unknown:

This earneft he hath fent, who must inherit
All nations as his own:

That they may know

How much to him they owe.

Now that he is afcended up on high
To his celeftial throne,

And hath led captive all captivity,

He'll not receive alone,
But likewife give

Gifts unto all that live;

To all that live by him, that they may be
In his due time, each one,

Partakers with him in his victory,
Nor he triumph alone,

But take all his

Unto him where he is.

To fit them for which blessed state of glory,
This is his agent here:

If none but he

Himself doth fee,

Tho' thou canst not, thou wouldest Make his praise glorious, who is alone' Thrice bleffed One in Three, and Three in One.

TURN

Invitation.

URN in, my Lord, turn in to me;
Mine heart's an homely place

But thou canst make corruption flee,
And fill it with thy grace.

So furnished it will be brave,
And a rich dwelling thou shalt have.

It was thy lodging once before,
It builded was by thee;

But I to fin fet ope the door, :
It render'd was by me.
And fo thy building was defac'd.
And in thy room another plac'd.
But he ufurps, the right is thine :
O difpoffefs him Lord!

Do thou but fay, this heart is mine,
He's gone at the first word.

Thy word's thy will, thy will's thy power,
Thy time is always; now's mine hour:

Now fay to fin, depart :

And, Son, give me thine heart,

Thou, that by faying, Let it be, didft make it, Canft, if thou wilt, by saying, Giv't me, take it.

Α'

Comfort in Extremity.

LAS! my Lord is gone,
Oh my wo!

If he stay,

I'll cry aloud, and make him
Look this way.

O ftay, my Lord, my Love, 'tis I ;
Comfort me quickly, or I die.

Cheer up thy drooping Spirits,"
I am here.

Mine all-fufficient merits

Shall appear

Before the Throne of Glory
In thy fead;

I'll put into thy flory

What I did.

Lift up thine eyes, fad foul, and fee
Thy Saviour here. Lo, I am he.

Alas! fhall I prefent
My finfulness

To thee? thou wilt refent

The loathfomeness.

Be not afraid, I'll take

Thy fins on me,

And all my favour make

To fhine on thee.

Lord, what thou'lt have me, thou must make me. As I have made thee, now I take thee.

Resolutions and Assurance.

L

ORD, thou wilt love me.

Wilt thou not?

Befhrew that not:

It was my fin begot

That question firft: Yes, Lord, thou wilt:

M

Thy blood was spilt

To wash away my guilt,

Lord, I will love thee, Shall I not ?
Beshrew that not;

'Twas Death's accurfed plot

That put that question: Yes, I will
Lord, love thee ftill,

In fpite of all my ill.

Then life, and love continue ftill

We fhall, and will,
My Lord and I, until,
In his celeftial hill,
We love our fill,

When he hath purged all mine ill.

SAID

Vows broken and renewed.

I not fo, that I would fin
Witness my God, I did;

Yet I am run again upon the score:

My faults cannot be hid.

no more?

What fhall I do? Make vows, and break them ftill ?
'Twill be but labour loft;

My good cannot prevail against mine ill s
The bus'nefs will be croft.

O, fay not fo! thou canst not tell what ftrength
Thy God may give thee at the length :
Renew thy vows, and if thou keep the laft,

Thy God will pardon all that's past.

Vow, whilft thou canft; while thou canst vow, thou may'f
Perhaps perform it, when thou thinkeft least.

Thy God hath not deny'd thee all,

Whilft he permits thee but to call:

Call to thy God for grace to keep