3 But know, thy Judge with watchful eye 4 And all that lurks within. Whate'er thou haft in darkness done, He will expofe before the fun, And to the world proclaim. 5 O how wilt thou abide his frown, Let not the thought away be thrown, 6 Renounce each dear and tempting vice, Be ferious, fober, chafte, and wife, 7. That when thy righteous Judge fhall come, In all his glories drest; Ι Thou may'ft ferenely wait thy doom, The voice which hails thee bleft. CCCXXXIII. Common Metre. UNKNOWN. Youth admonished. ETHINK, ye heedlefs youths, in time; B Wifely your hour enjoy ; Nor, idly fportive, wafte your prime 2 Let virtue's footsteps guide your way, 3 Of her poffeft, in her you'll find Delights of truer taste; I Content of heart, with peace of mind, CCCXXXIV. Long Metre. DODDRIDGE. The one Thing needful. WHY will ye wafte on trifling cares W spares ; While in your various range of thought 2 Why will ye chafe the fleeting wind, 3 4 5 The voice of God calls from above, Your Saviour pleads his dying love, Confcience inflicts her bofom pain; And shall they join their pleas in vain ? Not fo your dying eyes fhall view Those objects, which ye now pursue; Nor fo eternity appear, When the decifive hour is near. Almighty God, thy aid impart Long I 2 3 4 5. 6 7 H cccxxxv. Long Metre. OW foolish to oppose to God Than what with favour God may view. 'Tis impious to suspect his will, Or deem it capable of ill; 'Tis defperate madness to refift The power, which ordereth what it lift. But though nor impious nor unwife The heart, which love of God has fled, Though many faults do me reprove; Come, faireft feraph, breathe thy fire, If aught this foul of mine can raise, Though frail, not obftinate in crime; Nor funk, when chaftened by his rod. Proper 2 cccxxxvI. Proper Metre. MASTERS. T The fame. IS religion that can give Trueft pleasures while we live : 'Tis religion must supply Solid comforts when we die. After death its joys will be Let me then make God my friend, 2 3 4 The Neceffity and the Blessedness of Revelation. HO of himfelf can find WH The error of his ways? Left to himself, with daring mind, The favage and the fage O welcome to my heart This cure of human ill! O God, thy prefence ftill impart 5 A man, 5 Ι A man, may I abhor Beneath the man to move : CCCXXXVIII. Long Metre. BARBAULD. A WAKE my foul, lift up thine eyes; See where thy foes against thee rife, In long array, a numerous hoft Awake, my foul, or thou art loft. ; 2 Here giant danger threat'ning stands, 3 4 5 6 See where rebellious paffions rage, Thou treadeft upon enchanted ground, Perils and fnares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard every part, But most, the traitor in thy heart. Come then, my foul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armour from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell: The man of Calvary triumphed here, Nor fhould his faithful followers fear. Long |