8 So fhall the fair Description laft, Preferv'd in full Record,

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And tell what Glories once have grac'd
The Seat of Jacob's LORD.

To Him our thankful Hearts fhall bow,
Nor own a God befide;

To Life's laft Period Him avow
The ever faithful Guide.

WHY

WHY do the Proud infult the Poor,
And boaft the large Eftates they have?

How vain are Riches to fecure

Their haughty Owners from the Grave!

2 There the dark Earth and dismal Shade Shall clafp their naked Bodies round; That Flesh fo delicately fed

Lies cold, and moulders in the Ground.

3 Like thoughtlefs Sheep the Sinner dies,
Laid in the Grave for Worms to eat,
The Saints fhall in the Morning rise,
And find th' Oppreffor at their Feet.

4

His Honours perifh in the Duft,

His Pomp and Beauty, Birth and Blood:
That glorious Day exalts the Juft
To full Dominion o'er the Proud.

5 My SAVIOUR fhall my Life reftore,
And raise me from my dark Abode:
My Flesh and Soul shall part no more,
But dwell for ever with my God.

PSALM

L.

EHOVAH from his chofen Place

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Shines forth, with matchless Beauty crown'd:
He comes! devouring Flames his Face,
His Steps impetuous Storms furround.

2 From Eaft to Weft, from Shore to Shore
The dreadful Summons fwiftly rolls;
His Voice, in Thunder's awful Roar,
At once, th' affrighted World controls.

3 "Go call my Saints together;-thofe
"Who in my Laws delight; and o'er
"Their Sacrifice, my Cov'nant chofe,
"And there to Me devoutly swore.

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"Hear me, my People! Ifrael hear!
"With thee the Caufe I'll calmly plead:
"Lo! I the LORD OF HOSTS appear!
"The Mighty GOD, thy Sov'reign Head!

"Did I e'er call for Sacrifice?

"Or of thy fparing Hand complain?

"Or bid that conftant Steams should rife
"From bleeding Bullocks, duly flain?

6" Vain Trifles all!-Thy folemn Feafts,
"Thy Bullocks and thy Goats I fcorn:
"The Foreft-Herds are Mine;-the Beasts
"Which on a thousand Hills are born.

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"The feather'd Hoft, the Fowls are Mine,
"And all the Drovés which graze the Fields:
"If hungry, I'd not afk of thine;

"To Me the World its Plenty yields.

8 Think'st thou the Flesh of Bulls l'd eat, "Or Goats? Or drink their fteaming Gore? "No:-give Me Praife; my Praise repeat; "My Grace, with Vows perform'd, implore.

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"Then in the Time of Danger cry
"To Me; to Me, thy Griefs display;
"And thou, when I to fave thee fly,
"Juft Honours to my Name fhalt

pay."

TO THE LORD the JUDGE his Churches warns,
Let Hypocrites attend and fear,

Who place their Hopes in Rites and Forms,
But make not Faith nor Love their Care.

Vile Wretches dare rehearse his Name,
With Lips of Falfhood and Deceit;
A Friend or Brother they defame,
And footh and flatter those they hate.

12 They watch to do their Neighbours Wrong,
Yet dare to feek their MAKER's Face;
They take his Cov'nant on their Tongue,
But break his Laws, abuse his Grace.

13 To Heav'n they lift their Hands unclean,
Defil'd with Luft, defil'd with Blood;
By Night they practife ev'ry Sin,
By Day their Mouths draw near to God.

14 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.

15 O dreadful Hour! when God draws near, And fets their Crimes before their Eyes! His Wrath their guilty Souls fhall tear, And no Deliv'rer dare to rife.

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HEW Pity, LORD; O LORD, forgive,
Let a repenting Rebel live:

Are not thy Mercies large and free?
May not a Sinner truft in THEE ?

2 My Crimes are great, but not surpass
The Pow'r and Glory of thy Grace:
Great GoD, thy Nature hath no Bound,
So let thy pard'ning Love be found.

3 O wafh my Soul from every Sin,
And make my guilty Confcience clean;
Here on my Heart the Burden lies,
And past Offences pain mine Eyes.

4 My Lips with Shame my Sins confefs
Against thy Law, against thy Grace;
LORD, fhould thy Judgment grow fevere
I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear.

5 Should fudden Vengeance feize my Breath,
I inuft pronounce Thee juft in Death:
And if my Soul were fent to Hell,
Thy righteous Law approves it well.

6 Yet fave a trembling Sinner, LORD,
Whofe Hope still hov'ring round thy Word,
Would light on fome fweet Promise there,
Some fure Support against Despair.

PART II.

7 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin;
And born unholy and unclean:

Sprung from the Man whofe guilty Fall
Corrupts the Race, and taints us All.

8 [Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath,
The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death:
Thy Law demands a perfect Heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part.]

9 Behold I fall before thy Face;
My only Refuge is thy Grace:

No outward Forms can make me clean;
The Leprofy lies deep within.

o No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beast,
Nor Hyffop-branch, nor fprinkling Prieft,
Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea,
Can wash the difmal Stain away.

11 JESUS, my GoD, thy Blood alone
Hath Pow'r fufficient to atone :

Thy Blood can make me white as Snow;
No Jewish Types could cleanse me fo.

12 While Guilt difturbs and breaks my Peace,
Nor Flesh nor Soul hath Rest or Ease;
LORD, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice,
And make my broken Bones rejoice.

13 O THOU that hear'ft when Sinners cry,
Though all my Crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry Look,
But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book.