8 That God, ye Saints, whofe Love ye seek,
The Arm of lawlefs Pow'r fhall break,
And bid the Juft protected-stand
Beneath the Shadow of his Hand.
9 Who know not THEE, great GOD, to dread,
(As Victims for the Slaughter fed)
Confum'd by Heav'ns avenging Fire,
Shall perifh, and in Smoke aspire.
10 The Juft, (bleft Object of thy Love,)
Thou, LORD, wilt lead, his Path approve,
Thy faithful Hand his Steps fuftain,
Nor falls he,, but to rise again.
I FROM Ill recede; to Good incline;
Seek TRUTH, and endless Life be thine:
GOD fhall refute th' Accufer's Tongue,
And fave thee from the Hand of Wrong.
12 Wait on thy God; obferve his Ways;
His Pow'r aloft thy Head fhal raife;
And bid, before thy Sight, his Foe
The Terrors of his Vengeance know.
13 The profp'ring Sinner once I view'd;
Strong as a healthful Tree he ftood;
I went, I came, and look'd again;
I look'd; but fought his Place in vain.
14 Behold the Juft, and mark his End;
See Peace his Eve of Life attend,
While on the Sinner's latest Hour
The Storms of heaviest Vengeance low'r.
15 To GOD the Juft his Safety owes,
Him owns his Strength amidst his Woes,
Affur'd that He fhall Each defend,
Whose conftant Hopes on HIM depend.
SPARE me, LORD, nor o'er my Head The Fulness of thy Vengeance fhed; Pierc'd by thy Shafts, great GOD, I stand, And feel the Preffure of thy Hand.
2 My Friends, and next Allies by Birth, (Once kind Companions of my Mirth, When wing'd with Health the Moments flew,) My Griefs with diftant Horror view.
But Then, he AnvOCATE, art nigh;
On THEE, great GOD, my Hopes rely;
O vindicate my Fame from Wrong,
And filence the reproachful Tongue.
4 Thou feeft how prone to flip my Feet,
What Woes my Eyes inceffant meet;
Nor fhuns my Soul its Guilt to own,
But forrowing bows before thy Throne,
5 O let me, (rais'd by THEE,) no more
The Abfence of thine Aid deplore;
GOD of my Life, recede not far,
But hafte, and make that Life thy Care.
EACH me the Measure of my Days,
Thou MAKER of my Frame!
I would furvey Life's narrow Space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A Span is all that we can boaft,
An Inch or two of Time;
Man is but Vanity and Duft,
In all his Flow'r and Prime.
3 See the vain Race of Mortals move,
Like Shadows o'er the Plain;
They rage and ftrive, defire and love,
But all their Noife is vain.
4 Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show,
Some dig for golden Ore;
They toil for Heirs, they know not who, And ftrait are feen no more.
What should I wish or wait for then,
From Creatures, Earth, and Duft?
They make our Expectations vain,
And difappoint our Truft.
6 Now I forbid my carnal Hope,
My fond Defires recall;
I give my mortal Int'reft up,
And make my GOD my All.
MEEKLY waited for the LORD,
He bow'd to hear my Cry:
He saw me refting on his Word,
And brought Salvation nigh.
2 He rais'd me from a horrid Pit,
Where mourning long I lay;
And from my Bonds releas'd my Feet,
Deep Bonds of miry Clay.
Firm on a Rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful Tongue
To praise the Wonders of his Hand,
In a new thankful Song.
I'll fpread his Works of Grace abroad;
The Saints with Joy fhall hear,
And Sinners learn to make my GOD
Their only Hope and Fear.
How many are thy Thoughts of Love!
Thy Mercies, LORD, how great!
We have not Words, nor Hours enough
Their Numbers to repeat.
6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And Light and Peace depart;
My GOD beholds my heavy Woe,
And bears me op his Heart.
7 THUS faith the LORD, "Your Work is vain, "Give your Burnt-Off'rings o'er;
"In dying Goats and Bullocks flain
My Soul delights no more."
8 Then fpake the SAVIOUR, "Lo! I'm here,
"My GoD, to do thy Will;
"Whate'er thy facred Books declare
"Thy Servant fhall fulfil.
"Thy Law is ever in my Sight,
"I keep it near my Heart:
"Mine Eyes are open'd with Delight
"To what thy Lips impart."
10 Thus He reveal'd his FATHER's Grace, ́
And thus his Truth He fhew'd,
And preach'd the Way of Righteousness
Where great Affemblies flood.
II His FATHER'S Honour touch'd his Heart,
He pity'd Sinner's Cries,
And, to fulfil a SAVIOUR'S Part,
Was made a SACRIFICE.
12 No Blood of Beafts on Altars fhed
Could wash the Confcience clean;
But the rich Sacrifice He paid,
Atones for all our Sin.
HE Wonders, LORD, thy Love hath wrought, Exceed our Praife, furmount our Thought; Should I attempt the long Detail,
My Speech would faint, my Numbers fail.
2 No Blood of Beasts on Altars fpilt,
Can cleanse the Souls of Men from Guilt;
But Thou haft set before our Eyes,
An All-fufficient SACRIFICE.
3 Lo! thine eternal SON appears!
To thy Defires He bows his Ears;
Affumes a Body well prepar'd,
And well performs a Work so hard.
"Behold, I come," (the SAVIOUR cries,
With Love and Duty in his Eyes)
"I come to bear the heavy Load
"Of Sins; and do thy Will, my God.
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