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Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the paio ted hypocrite to fire.

5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks Nain
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain
Without the flames of love: In vain the store
Of brutal off'rings that were mine before;
Mine are the tame beasts and savage breed, [feed.
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they

6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? Can I be Matter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy folemo chatt'rings and fantastic vows, Are my eyes charm’d thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how could thou hope

to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; Io vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends.

8 Silent I waited with long suff'ring love, But didst thou hope that I should pe’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy owo crimes affright thy guilty soul.

9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wife; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works

amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembliog fouls, and no deliv'rer near :

PSA L M L. To the old proper tune.

The last fudgment.

I THE

HE God of glory fends his summons forth,

Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to weit the fov'reign orders {pread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet founds; hell trembles ; heav'n rejoices ; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearful voices.

2 No more shall Atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance Neeps no more: behold the day; Behold the Judge descends; his guards are oigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature sball adore him, While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 3“ Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all

things come "To hear my justice and the finner's doom; “ But gather first my faints; (the Judge com

mands) « Bring them, ye angels, from their diftant lands." When Christ returns, wake every chearful pasion : And shout ye faints, he comes for your salvation.

4 " Behold my cov’nant stands for ever good, " Seald by th’eterpal facrifice io blood, [Jew, “ And sigo'd with all their pames; the Greek, the " That paid the antient worship or the new; There's no distinction here, join all your voices, And raise your beads, ye faints, for heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (faith the Lord) ye angels, spread their

thrones, " And near me feat my fav’rites and my fans,

“ Come, my redeem’d, poffess the joys prepar'd “ Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward When Christ returns, wake ev'ry chearful pajjion; And About, ye faints, he comes for your salvation.

PAUSE the firft.

6 " I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, “ I am the Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad « My juft eternal fentence, and declare " Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear. When God appears, all nature sball adore him ; While finners tremble, faints rejoice before him. 7 “ Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and pro

fane, « Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatnings vain; “ Thou hypocrite, once drcft in faints attire, “ I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your hands, ye faints, with chearful voices.

8 “ Not for the want of goats or bullocks Nain * Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain

Without the flames of love: in vain the store "Of brutal off'rings that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's: all nature sball adore him ; While finners tremble faints rejoice before him.

9“ If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? u Wheo did I thirft, or drink thy bullock's blood? * Mine are the tamer beasts, and favage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they

feed. All is the Lord's he rules the wide creation ; Gives finners veng’ance, and the faints falvation.

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10 “Can I be Aatter'd with thy cringing bows, « Thy folemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows ? " Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, “ Glaring in gems and gay in woven gold? God is the Judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his veng'ance rifesti

PAUSE the second.

11 "Unthinking wretch ! how couldlt thou

hope to please “ A God, a Spirit, with such toys as there? “ While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, “ Thou lov'lt deceit and doft thy brother wrong. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearful voices.

12 “ In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; “ Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends: " While the false fatt'rer at my altar waits, “ His harden'd soul divine instruction hates, God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his veng’ance rifes.

13 “Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love; " But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? “ And cherish such an impious thought withia, “ That the 1l Holy would indulge thy fin? See, God appears; all nature join t'adore him; Judgment proceeds, and finners fall before him.

* Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, “ And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; « Now ike a lion (hall my veng’ance tear " Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer dear,

Judgment concludes ; hell trembles : heav'n rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye faints, with chearful voices.

Epiphonema,
Sioners, awake betimes; ge fools be wise!
Awake before this dreadful morning rise;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works

amend, ;Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend :

Then join, ye faints; wake every chearful pasion,
When Cbrift returns, he comes for your salvation.

PSALM LI. First Part. Long Metre.

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A penitent pleading for pardon.
1 HEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,

Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not a fioner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but not surpass

The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,

So let thy pard’ning love be found, 3

O wash my foul from every fin,
And make my guilty conscience clean:
Here on my heart the burden lyes,
tand past offences pain mine eyes.
4 My lips with shame my fins confefs

Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow fevere,

I am condemn'd but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden veng'ance feize my breath,

I must pronounce thee just in death:

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