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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 


BEQUEATHED   Sy   HIM   TO 


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PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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WELSHMAN'S   CANDLE: 


OR     THE 


DIVINE     POEMS 


O    F 


Mr,    REES    PRICHARD, 


SOMETIME 


Vicar   of  Landovery,    in   Carmarthen/hire, 


Now  firfi  translated  into  Englijh  Verfe 
By  tfe  Rev?  /filli<i'4p  Ux^rvJ,  f/^^/i/^M^  . 


CARMARTHEN, 
PRINTED  FOR  THE  TRANSLATOR  BY  J.ROSS, 


M,DCC,LXXr, 


(   iy   ) 

the  learned,  the  gay,  or  the  great,  but  were  profeBed- 
ly  compofed  for  the  Edification  of  the  Vulgar -,  not 
but  that  the  former  may  chance  to  find  feveral  things 
among  them  worthy  of  their  Notice  and  Attention. 

As  the  Work  contains  about  480  Pages,  and  an  al- 
moft  countleis  Number  of  Verfes,  the  Tranflator  once 
thought  of  contracting  feveral  of  the  Poems,  by  prun- 
ing away  a  great  many  Tautologies,  wherein  the  Au- 
thor very  much  abounds  ;  owing,  it  may  be  prefumed, 
to  his  great  Defire  of  inculcating  a  valuable  Sentiment, 
or  important  Precept, — fo  as  to  imprefs  it  more  for- 
cibly, and  more  durably  on  the  Minds  of  his  Readers, 
that  it  might  be,  at  all  Events,  retain'd  by  them  in  one 

form  or  another. Fie    likewife  defigned   to   have 

omitted  fome  Thoughts  and  Exprefiions  evidently  cal- 
culated for  the  conception  and  tafte  of  the  lower  Gaffes 
of  Mankind  only-,  which  would  undoubtedly  have 
added  Strength  and  Beauty  to  the  Work,  as  the  Rays 
of  the  Sun  operate  more  powerfully,  when  concent' red 

in  a  Focus  : But  he  thought  himfelf  obliged  to  drop 

that  Defign,  as  foon  as  he  confidered  that  the  far  greater 
Part  of  the  Weljk  would  have  deem'd  it  a  high  Piece  of 
Prefumption,  at  leaft,  in  him,  if  not  a  Sacrilege,  to 
have  either  alter'd  or  diminifh'd  any  Part  of  their  be- 
loved Author's  Work  *, — and  perhaps  it  might  not  then 
have  been  fo  extenfively  ufeful  among  them.  Fie  has 
however  taken  the  Liberty  of  changing  the  Metre  in 
many  of  the  Poems  at  his  Pleafure,  in  order  to  make 
them  more  agreeable  to  the  Englijh  Reader,  and  to  avoid 
too  great  a  Monotony,  which  is  generally  difguftful 
and  fatiguing  to  a  nice  poetical  Ear.  The  fair  Ma- 
nufcript  of  this  Work,  prepared  for  the  Prefs  by  the 
Author,  was  unfortunately  loft  in  the  Time  of  the  Ci- 
vil Wars  ;  fo  that  many  of  the  Poems  are  now  appa- 
rently imperfect  and  defective, being  only  (as  his 

fir  ft  Editor  Mr.  Stephen  Hughes  confeffes)  Fragments 
pick'd  01ft  of  his  rough  Draughts  and  foul  Papers.  It 
is  clear,  from  his  Epiftle  Dedicatory  in  Vcrfe,  that  he 

in- 


(     v     ) 

intended  to  have  had  this  Work  printed,  had  h"< 
— which  wou'd    have    been    a  very   defir&bte  ( 
fiance,  as  every  Poem  wou'd  then  have  been  those 
ly  Jinifh'd,  and  receiv'd  it's   hit  Polifh  from  his 
Hand. 

As  the.  Tranfiator  alTumes  no  more  Merit  to 
himfelf  from  this  Performance  than  that  it  is  the  only 
Tranflation  of  Mr.  PricbarcTs  Poems,  hitherto  publifh'd, 
ib  he  thinks  himfelf  accountable  for  the  Errors  of  that 
alone.  As  to  the  original  Faults  and  Imperfeclic: 
the  Work  itfelf,  or  the  erroneous  Doctrines  it  may- 
contain,  if  any,  he  does  not  think  himfelf  refponfible 
for  them;— but  (hall  leave  the  Author  (as  Mr.  Pope 
fays)  to  anfwer  for  them  himfelf-, —  and  that  he  may 
very  well  do,  —  fince,  like  Abel,  tho'  dead,  "  He  yet 
"  fpeaketh,"  in  this  his  Work  which  he  has  left  behind 
him.  I  wou'd  therefore  advife  the  minor  Critics,  both  in 
Poetry  and  Divinity,  to  take  heed  how  they  attack  him, 
— at  lead,  'till  they  mall  have,  firft  of  all,  frequently 
and  carefully  read  over  their  Bibles  •,  for  I  can  affure 
them  that  they  will  find  him,  like  Apollos,  ftrqng  and 
"  mighty  in  the  Scriptures  •," — — and,  indeed,  if  I  may 
be  allow'd  to  fpeak,  I  look  upon  this  whole  Work  of 
our  Author's,  to  be  an  Affemblage  of  many  of  the 
moft  inftructive  and  didactic  Parts  of  Scripture. 

As    the  few   authentic  Memoirs,    now  to  be  found, 
of  the  venerable  Author's  Life,  follow  this  Preface,  the 
Tranfiator  will  not  attempt  to  fay   any   thing  farther  of 
him  here  -,    he  fnall  only  add  fome   Obfervatio;. 
tive  to  the  Method  Mr.  Pricbard  has  taken    of  convey- 
ing Inftruction  to  his  Countrymen  :    A  Perfon,  that  was 
to  take  but  a  little  Pains,    might  eafily  trace   it    clown 
from  the  earlieft  Antiquity,  even   to   our  own  Nation, 
and  to  our  own  Times  •,   witnefs  the  Song  of  Mofcs,  of 
Deborah  and  Barak,   and    the   Divine   Com] 
the  Royal  Pfalmift,  which,,  together  with  many  ol 
of  the  mod  fublime  Parts  of  the  facred  were,  it 

feems,  wrote  in  /        -        rfe: 1  rov- 

ed 


(     vi     ) 

ed  effectual  in  our  own  Country,  the  Story  of  Adelmus 
iufficiently  evinces, — who  a  little  before  Edward  the 
ConfefTor's  Time,  by  his  excellent  Faculty  in  Poetry, 
and  Singing,  (  we  may  prefume  his  own  Composi- 
tions) wrought  fuch  wonderful  Effects  upon  the  People, 
for  the  civilizing  their  Manners,  and  for  their  Inftruc- 
tion  in  the  Duties  of  their  Religion,  that  Lanfrank,  by 
his  own  Authority,  thought  good  to  make  him  a  Saint. 

Even  the  rigid  Calvin  tells  us,  "  That  remarkable 
"  and  illuftrious  Tranfactions  ufed  to  be  deicribed  in 
*f  Verfe,  fo  that  they  might  be  in  the  Mouths  of  all  -, 
"  and  that  a  perpetual  Memorial  of  them  might  be 
Ci  eftablifhed  •,  lor,  by  thefe  Means,  fays  he,  a  Point  of 
**  Doctrine  becomes  better  known,  than  if  it  was  to  be 

"  delivered  in  a  more  fimple  Manner."  "  Res 

u  infignes  13  pr<zclar*e  carmine  dejcribi  folebant,  ut  omnium 

<c  ore  circumjerentur,  fx  enim  celebrior  fit  doclrina, 

"  quam  ft  fimplicius  trader  etur"     Calvin  in  Ifai.  v.  i. 

I  am  farther  informed,  that  in  the  Proteflant  Coun- 
tries in  Germany,  inftead  of  loofe  Ballads,  as  in  other 
Countries,  they  recreate  their  Minds,  at  their  Work, 
on  the  Road,  in  the  Fields,  and  in  the  Gardens,  with 
the  Divine  Carols  or  Hymns,  compofed  by  Luther,  or 
other  good  Authors,  for  that  Purpofe.  See  Jenkin 
Thomas  Philips'^  Life  of  Erneftus  the  Pious,  p.  46. 

But  the  beft  Example  which  I  can  poflibly  adduce 
in  Favour  of  our  worthy  Author's  Mode  of  In  {traction, 
is  that  of  Grotius,  who,  as  Dr.  Patrick  tells  us  in  his 
Preface  to  his  Tranflation  of  the  mofl  excellent  Trea- 
tife  De  Veritate   Chrijtiana  Religwms,    wrote  it  in  his 

own  Language,  and  in  Verfe; which  Way,  I  fup- 

pofe  he  ch<  fe,  continues  the  Doctor,  becaufe  it  was  the 
ancient  Manner  of  delivering  the  mod  ufeful  Things,  as 
he  himfelf  obferves  in  his  Prolegomena  to  Stobaus's  Flo- 
rilegium,  where,  as  a  Proof  of  it,  he  alleges  that  of 
Homer,  who  fays  Clitemneftra  did  not  incline  to  Vice, 
'till  flie  had  loft  him,  who  was  wont  to  fing  to  her.  For 
Precepts  of  Wifdom,  fo  taught,  are  exceeding  charm- 
ing 


(     vii     ) 

ing  to  the  Minds  of  Youth, being  not  only  more 

eafily  imprinted  on  the  Memory,  but  touching  the  Af- 
fections more  powerfully,  and  more  to  the  quick,  than 
when  otherwiie  more  fpoken  at  large  •, and  there- 
fore the  public  Laws  were  in  the  more  ancient  Times 

thus  written,  as  Ariftotle  informs  us  •, and  that  true 

Religion  might  be  more  eafily  convey'd  into  People's 
Minds,  and  fix'd  there,  Apollinarius  tranflated  all  the 
Works  of  Mofes  (as  Sozomen  tells  us)  and  the  reft  of  the 
Holy  Bible  as  far  as  the  Reign  of  Saul  into  heroic 
Verfe,  in  Imitation  of  Homer's  Poems.     Suidasfays^  He 

put  the  whole  Old  Teflament  into  fuch  Verfe  -, and 

it  is  not  improbable,  as  what  he  did  on  the  Pfalms  is 
ftill  remaining.  Doctor  Watts  will  be  for  ever  remem- 
ber'd  for  his  ufeful  Compofitions  of  this  Nature.  But 
I  ihall  fay  no  more  upon  the  Advantages  of  this  Mode 
of  propagating  Chriftian  Knowledge,  ufed  by  our  Au- 
thor, and  many  other  eminent  Writers,  than  juft  to 
remark  that,  as  many  more  read  for  Amufement  than 
Inftruction,  they  will  frequently  take  a  Book  of  Poems 
into  their  Hands,  who  wou'd  be  quite  terrify'd  at  the 
Sight  of  a  large  Syftem  of  Divinity,  or  a  long  Treatife 
in  Profeonany  religious  Subject-,  fo  juft  and  true  are 
thofe  often  quoted  Lines : 

"  A  Verfe  may  find  Sim,  who  a  Sermon  flies, 
"  And  turn  a  P/eafure  to  a  Sacrifice" 


A  N 


H 


E 


Mr.  REES    PRICHARD, 

OUT       OF 
WOO  D's    Athence    Qxonienfes. 

REES  P  R  I C  H  A  R  D  was  born,  as  it  fcems, 
at  Llanymddyfri,  in  Caermarthenfhire,  and  being 
educated  in  thoie  Parts,  he  was  fent  to  Jefus'  College, 
in  1597,  aged  18  Years,  or  thereabouts,  ordained 
Prieit  at  IVitbam  or  Whytham,  in  tffex,  by  John,  Suf- 
fragan Bifhop  of  Colaoefter,  on  Sunday ,  25th  April, 
1602,  touk  the  Degree  of  Bachelor  of  Arts  in  June 
following;  and  on  the  6th  of  siuguft,  the  fame 
Year,  had  the  Vicarage  of  Llanymddyfri,  before  men- 
tioned, commonly  called  Landovery,  collated  on  him 
by  Anthony,  Bifhop  of  St.  David.  On  the  19th  of  No- 
vember 1 6 1 3,  he  was  inftituted  Rector  of  Llanedy,  in  the 
Diocefe  of  St.  David,  (prefented  thereunto  by  the  King) 
which  he  held  with  the  other  Living  by  Difpenfation 
from  the  Archbifhop,  28th  of  Oclober,  1613,  con- 
firmed by  the  Great  Seal  on  the  29th  of  the  fame 
Month,  and  qualified  by  being  Chaplain  to  Robert  Earl 
of  EJfex.  In  1614,  May  17th,  he  was  made  Preben- 
dary of  the  Collegiate  Church  of  Brecknock,  by  the 
aforefaid  Anthony,  Bifhop  of  St.  David  -,  and  by  the 
Title  of  Mailer  of  Arts,  (which  Degree  he  was  per- 
fuaded  to  take  by  Dr.  Laud  his  Diocefan)  he  was  made 
Chancellor  of  St.  David  (to  which  the  Prebend  of  Llow- 
haddenh  annexed)  on  the  14th  of  September,  1626,  up- 
on the  Refignation  of  Richard  Bayhe,  Bachelor  of  Di- 
vinity 


(     ix     ) 

vinity  of  $/.  John's  College.  —  In  Wales  is  a    Book  o 
his  Composition   that  is    common    among    the   People 
there,  and  bears  this  Title, 

Gwaith  Mr.    Rles   Pri chard,  gynt  Ficcer,  &c. 

The  Works  of  Mr.  Rees  Pri  chard,  lbmetime  Vicar 
of  Landovery  m  Carmarthen/hire,  printed  before  in  three 
Books,  but  now  printed  together  in  one  Book,C5JV.  with 
an  Addition  in  many  things  out  of  MSS.  not  feen  before 
by  the  Publifher  -,  befides  a  fourth  Part  now  the  firft 
Time  imprinted,  Lend.  i6zy*-,  in  a  thick  8 vo. 

It  contains  four  Parts,  and  the  Whole  confifts  of  fe- 
veral  Poems  and  pious  Carols  in  Welsh,  which  fome 
of  the  Author's  Countrymen  commit  to  Mem  ry,  and 
are  wont  to  fing.  He  alfo  tranflated  divers  Books  inro 
Welsh,  and  wrote  fomething  upon  the  thirty-nine  Ar- 
ticles, which,  whether  printed  I  know  not  •,  fome  of  it 
I  have  feen  in  MSS.  He  died  at  Llanymddyjri,  about  the 
Month  of  November,  in  fixteen  hundred  and  forty-four ; 
and  was,  as  I  prefume,  buried  in  the  Church  there.  In 
his  Life-time  he  gave  Lands  worth  20  \.  per  Ann.  for  the 
fettling  a  free  School  at  Llanymddyfri,  together  with  an 
Houfe  to  keep  it  in :  Afterwards  the  Houfe  was  polled 
by  four  School-mailers  fucceflively,  and  the  Money  paid 
to  them.  At  length  Thomas  Manwaring  (Son  of  Roger, 
fometime  Bifhcp  of  St.  David)  who  married  Eiizat 
only  Daughter  of  Samuel,  Son  of  the  faid  Rees  Prichard^ 
did  retain  (as  I  have  been  informed  by  Letters  from 
thence)  and  feize  upon  the  faid  Land,  under  Pretence 
of  paying  the  Schooi-mafler  in  Money,  which  was  ac- 
cordingly done  for  an  Year  or  two.  But  not  long  after 
(as  my  Informer  tells  me)  the  River  To-zvy  breaking 
into  the  Houfe,  carried  it  away,  and  the  Lands  belong- 
ing thereunto,  are  occupied  at  this  Time,  1682,  by 
Roger  Manwaring,  Son  and  Heir  of  Thomas  before  men- 
tioned •,  fo  that  the  School    is    in  a   manner  quite  for- 


gotten. 


T  H  E 


*   <%m.  Whether  Wood  did  not  write  1672,    as  the  Av.il.   . 
1644,  and  his  Work  was  no:  in  hi:  Life-time 


SUBSCRIBERS    Names. 

A. 

JOhn  Adams,  Whitland. 
Countefs  of  Albemarle,  Spring-Gardens,  London,  2. 

John  Bartlet  Allen,  Creflelly,  4.  — David  Allen,  ditto. 

Mrs.  Mary  Allen,   Fobfton. 

George  Andrew,  Narberth,  2. 

Thomas  Archard,  Carmarthen. 

B. 

Thomas  Baldwin,  No.  10.  Bow^church-yard,  London. 

Rev.  William  Higgs  Barker,  Carmarthen,  2. 

Rev.  Miles  BafTet,  Swanfea,  2. 

Rev.  Thomas  BafTet,  Lanelay. 

John  Bateman,  Surgeon,  Narberth 

Rev.  R.  Beadon,  St.  John's  Coll.  Camb.   4. 

Thomas  Bennet,  Lalefton,  4. 

William  Bennet,  ditto,  6. 

Mrs.  Elifabeth  Bennet,  Swanfea. 

Mrs.  B.  Bevan,  Laugharne,  4. 

Mrs.  Eliz.  Bevan,  Swanfea,  2. 

George  Bowen,  Llwyngwair,  4. 

James  Bowen,  Attorney  at  Law,  Cardigan,  4. 

Rev.  James  Bowen,  Rofecrowther. 

Rev.  James  Bowen,  Meline. 

Rev.  Hugh  Bowen,  D.D.  Camrofe. 

William  Bowen,  Troed-yr-aur. 

William  Bowen,  Jordanfton. 

William  Bowen,  Haverfordweft. 

Jonathan  Brigges,  Lawrenny,  4. 

O.  Brigftocke,  Blaen-y-pant.  4. 

Captain  Robert  Brigftocke,  St.  IfmaeFs. 

Mrs.  Lettice  Brigftocke,  Llwyn-pinnar. 

Richard  Bevan,  Surgeon  and  Man-midwife,  Swanfea, 

C. 
Jo.  Chapman,  St.  Clears. 
James  Child,  Begelly,  4. 
Rev.  Mr.  Cleaveland. 
Rev.  Thomas  Clement,  Lanon. 
Abraham  Clibbourn,  Haverfordweft. 
Sociable  Club. 

Thomas  Colby,  Rhofygilwen. 
Captain  Stephen  Colby,  Fynnoneu,  4. 
Mifs  Colby,  Bletherfton. 
Charles  Colins,  Swanfea,  2. 
Eliz.  Colfworthy,  Haverfordweft, 
Thomas  Cornock,  ditto. 
Peter  Curgurven,  Slebech, 


Subscribers    NAMES. 
D. 

The  Right  Reverend  the  Lord  Bifljcp  of  St.  David's,  2. 

Morgan  David,  Lanegwad. 

Rev.  Robert  Davies,  Reef  or  0/Newton  Nottage,  4. 

Rev.  Thomas  Davies,  Langadock,  2. 

Rev.  John  Davies,  Reclor  of Ikon 

Rev.  Edward  Davies.   ReSfor  0/Tortfcewet,  Monmouthflr 

Rev.  Theo.  Davies,  Lanelly. 

Rev.  Morgan  Davies,  Langunnor. 

Evan  Davies,  Penlan,  2. 

James  Davies,  Landaff.  x 

Thomas  Davies,  Blyne. 

Mifs  C.  Davies,  ditto. 

Wyrewood  Davies,  Glantowy. 

Edward  Davies,   Brecon. 

John  Davies,  Henllan. 

Arthur  Davies,   Landovery. 

Philip  Davies,   Cwmfidan. 

Daniel  Davies,  Brodey. 

Jofeph  Davies,  Narberth. 

John  Davies,  Lampeter  Velfrey. 

Benjamin  Davies,  Carmarthen. 

Ben.  Davies,  Neath,  Pembr. 

Edward  Davies,  Minware. 

E. 

William  Edwards,  Johnfton,  M.  P.  Haverfordweft,  4. 

Rev.  James  Edwards,  Vicar  ^/Landeveilog. 

Thomas  Edwards,  Cawfton. 

John  Edwards,  ditto. 

Thomas  Evans,  Newton. 

Thomas  Evans,  Aberlafh,  4. 

Iltid  Evans,   Kencoed,  4 

Herbert  Evans,  Dole. 

Rev.  Hugh  Evans,  Landow. 

Rev.  William  Evans,  Vicar  Choral  of  St.  David's. 

Hugh  Evans,  Landilo. 

Lewis  Evans,  Langwathan. 

Benjamin  Evans,  Longridge. 

William  Evans,  Caire. 

Thomas  Evans,  Yftrad-tafodoo-. 

F. 

Benjamin  Ferrier,  ghteen's  Coll.  Camb. 
Mrs.  B.  Foley,  Ridaewav. 
William  Ford,  Stonehalf. 


Subscribers    NAMES. 
G. 

Thomas  George,  Molefton. 

R.  Gofhell,  Haver  ford  weft. 

Thomas  Griffies,  Coed. 

Rev,  Jonathan  Griffies,  Bettws,  2. 

John  Griffith,    Clinderwen,  4. 

Evan  Griffith,  Glanryd. 

i^.John  Griffiths,  Dorney,  Bucks, 2. 

Thomas  Griffiths,  Errhyd,  2. 

Cornelius  Griffiths,  Cwmnewidion. 

James  Gwyn,  Alderfgate  Street,  London. —Mrs.  Gwyn.  do.  6. 

Rod.  Gwynne,  Glanbrane,  4. 

Morgan  Gwynne,  Surgeon,  Narberth,  4. 

Rice  Gwynne,  Cardigan. — Griffith  Gwynne,  Plas-y-  meibion, 

H. 

Mrs.  Halifax,    Ewel,   in  Surry. 

Edward  Hancorne,  Birry,  4. 

Rev.  William  Harries,  St.  Dogwells. 

Thomas  Harries,  Trefiffilt. 

Rev.  George  Harries,  Letherfton,  2. 

John  Harries,  Priskelly,  2. 

John  Harries,  Caftle-piggin. 

Rev.  John  Harris,  Moat. 

G.  W.  Havard.,  Carmarthen,  2. 
Mrs.  Heberden,  Pallmall,  London. 
John  Henfleigh,  Panteague,  4. 
Rev.  John  Higgon,  Reflor  cfLandevall  teg,  4. 
William  Higgon,  Newhoufe. 
Rev.  John  Holcombe,  Tenby. 

George  Holcombe,  Canon  of  St.  David's. 

William  Holcombe,  Pembroke. 
John  Hooper,   Briftol. 
W.  R.  Howell,  Maefgwyn,  6. 
Rev.  Howell  Howell,  Lanboidy. 
John  Howell,  Albemarle-ftreet,  London,  2. 
Thomas  Howell,  Fynnon-velen. 
Edward  Hughes,  Aberllolwin. 
John  Hughes,  Morva. — David  Hughes,  Laugharne.   * 

Gilbert  James,  Bletherfton,  4. 

Doctor  R.  James,  Carmarthen,  6. 

Thomas  James,  Gelly-fawr — John  Jarrit,  Black-pool. 

Gabr.  Jeffreys,  Swanfea,  2. 

Mrs.  Jones.   Sunny-hill,  4. 

Mrs.  Jones,  Lanina, 


Subscribers    NAMES. 

Mifs  Grace  Jones,  ditto. 

Mrs.  Jones,  Trewern. 

Thomas  Jones,  Attorney  at  Law,  Carmarthen,  2. 

David  Jones,  Derry,  6. 

George  Jones,  London. 

Richard  Jones,  ditto,  4. 

Richard  Jones,  Swanfea. 

Philip  Jones,  Llwyn. 

Henry  Jones,  Brunant 

Rev.  John  Jones,  Lampeter  Velfrey. 

John  Jones,  Lanon. 
Owen  Jones,  Officer  of  Excife,  at  Haverfordweft. 
John  Jordan,  Dumplefdale. 

K. 
Richard  Knethel,  Hook. 
Rev.  Watkin  Knight,  Highway. 
Thomas  Kymer,   Robeftone-hall     4. 
Rev.  William  Kymer,  Stowey,  Somerfet. 

L/. 
Rev.  Watkin  Lewes,    Newport,     2. 
Rev.  John  Lewes,  D.  D.     4. 
James  Lewes,  Gellydowill,     2. 
William  Lewis,   Llanllear,     2. 
Rev.    Thomas  Lewis,    Gwinfe,     2. 
Richard  Lewis,    Henllan. 
John  Lewis,  Haverfordweft. 
Evan  Lewis,  Pentlepoyer. 
Stephen  Lewis,   Trevach,   2. 
Thomas  Lewis,  Landfurveyor,  Haverfordweft. 
George  Lock,    Jordafton. 
Thomas  Lloyd,  Cwmgloyn,     4. 
John  Lloyd,  Cringa,     4. 
Rev.  Thomas  Lloyd,  Llandebye,  2. 
John  Lloyd,  Penlan,     2. 
Thomas  Lloyd,  Bronwydd. 
Rev.  John  Lloyd,   Lanarth. 
Jer.  Lloyd,    Carmarthen. 
John  Lucas,   Stouthall,     2. 
David  Llwyd,  Berllandowill,     2. 

M. 
Sir  William  Manfel,  Bart.  Ifhcoed,     2. 
Rawleigh  Manfel,  Swanfea. 
S.  Martin,  Withy-bufh,     4. 
John  Matthews,   Bridgend. 
RjV.  Jonn  Matthias,  Caftle-bigh,    4, 
William  Mile?,  Cqwbridge, 


Subscribers    NAMES. 

Rev.  Jofnua  Morce,  Begelly. 
Robert  Morgan,   Carmarthen,     2. 
Charles  Morgan,  Carmarthen. 
David  Lloyd  Morgan,  Cardigan,     2. 
Thomas  Morgan,  Lanwinio. 
Rev.  Evan  Morgan,  Manerdeivy. 
John  Morgan,  Swanfea. 
Rev.  Thomas  Morris,    Pembrey. 
Thomas  Morfe,  Saundersfoot. . 

N. 
Capt.  William  Needham,    Haverfordweft. 
Robr.  Nelfon,  Swanfea,     2.  — •  Mife  Nelfon,  Do.   4, 
David  Newland,   Blaencorfe. 
Mrs.  M.  Nicholas,  Do. 

O. 
David  Ormond,  Tre  newydd. 
Rev  Walter  Owen,  Kilyrychen,     2. 
Charles  Owen,   Landovery.  — John  Ochletree,   Lanfernach, 

P 
Rev.  Mr.  Payne,  Langadock,  Crickhowel. 
Edward  Parry,  Carmarthen. 
Lewelin  Parry,  Cwmcunon,     2. 
Col.  Paterfon, '   63d  Regiment. 
George  Phelps,  Lud-church.. 
Sir  Richard  Philipps,  Bart.  Pi&on-caftle,     8. 
I.  Philipps,  D.  D.  Langoedmore,     4. 
Rev.  Jeremiah  Philipps,  Bofhefton,  4. 
Philipps  Philipps,  Lampeter,     4. 
Rev. Edward  Philipps,  Refior  ^Begelly,     4. 
John  Philipps,  Lampeter,     2. 
Mrs.  Dorothy  Philipps,  Do. 
Mrs.  Grare  Philipps,  Do. 
Mlfs  Cecilia  Philipps,   Do. 
Charles  Philipps,   Landebye,    6. 
George  Philipps,   Coedgain. 
Richard  Philipps,  Kidwely. 
Rev.  John  Philipps,  Llwyncrwn. 
S.  L.  Philips,  Haverfordweft. 

Major  Gen.  Richard  Pierfon  of  36  Regiment  of  Foot. 
William  Plummer,   Briftol. 
Thomas  Popkin,    Kettlehill,    4. 
Capt.  John  Poyer,  Grove,    16. 
Mrs.  Anne  Poyer,   Do. 
Mifs  Poyer,  Merrixton. 
William  Powel,  L.L.D.  Nanteos,  4, 
Rev,  Jofhua  Powell,  Lantwit  Major. 


Subscribers    NAMES. 

Mifs  Price,  Kilgwynne. 
Thomas  Price,  Landovery. 

Rev.  Del.  Prichett,  Subchantor  of  St.  David's,    2. 
Rev.  Richard  Prichett,  Fellow  of  St.  Johns  Coll.  Camb, 
Rowland  Prichard,    Swanfea. 
John  Prichard,  Do. 
John  Propert,  St.  David's. 
John  Protheroe,  Egermont,   2. 
Jofeph  Protheroe,  Newton. 
[of.  Pryce,  Gelly-hir,    4. 
R.  Prytherch,  Nant  y  gollen,  3. 
Charles  Pugh,    Hereford. 

R. 
John  Ravenfcroft,  Laugharne. 
"Owen  Rees,  Capel-dewy. 
Rev.  Oakley  Rees,  Carmarthen,    3. 

Thos.  Rees,  Mydrim,    2. 

William  Rees,  Little-Newcaftle. 
William  Rees,    Laugharne. 
David  Rees,    Carmarthen. 

Hon.  George  Rice,  Newton,   M.  P.  Carmarthen/hire,   8. 
Walter  Rice,    Llwyn-y-brain. 
David  Rice,  Carmarthen. 
Mifs  M.  Richards,   Nar berth. 
John  Roberts,  Swanfea. 
Rev.  William  Rogers,  Rettor  tf/Xhumleigh,  Devon,  4. 

John  Rogers,    Carmarthen,    2. 
Lewis  Rogers,   Kidwelly. 
George  Roch,  Clarefton. 
John  Roch,  Haverfordweft. 
Nich.  Roch,    Pafkefton. 

Thos    Elbridge  Rooke,   Ivy-thorn,  Somerfet,  2. 
John  Rowand,  Briftol,    4, 
Rev. Henry  Rowe,   St.  Petrox. 

John  Rowland,    Llangeitho,   4. 
John  Runwa,   Hook,   Lieu,  in  the  Navy. 
James  Ruftel,    Carmarthen. 

S. 
Rev.  E    Sandford,    Laugharne. 
Stephen  Saunders,  Pertb-y-berllan,4. 
William  Scourfield,    Moat,   8. — Henry  Scourfield,  Do.  2 
Rev.  David  Scurlock,   Blaencorfe 
Rev.  E.  Seys,    Rett  or  of  Mtiadgynlais,  2. 
Daniel  Shewen,  Swanfea,    2. 
Francis  Skyrme,   Lawhaden,    4., 
John  Smith,  Jeffreyfton, 


Subscribers    NAMES. 

James  Smith,  Bolfton,  Court.  Herefd. 
Oavid  Stephens,   Haverfordwefl. 
Sir  Thomas  Stepney,  Bart.  Lanelly,  2. 
James  Stewart,  Carmarthen. 
Thomas  Stokes,  Haverfordwefl:. 
Hugh  Stonehewer,    Carmarthen. 
Simon  Surman,   Scotch-well. 
Rev.  John  Summons,  Vicar  Choral  St.  David's. 
John  Symmons,  Lanftinan,  4. 

T. 
Rev.  Mr.  Tafker. 
Robert  Taynton,  Cowbridge. 
Mrs.  Jane  Thomas,  Manervabon,  4. 
Iltid  Thomas,    Swanfea,   10. 
Rev.  John  Thomas,    Llandifilio. 

WilliamThomas,MathewThomas,  PhilipThomas,    Swanfea. 
David  Thomas,  Lanboidy. 
Roger  Thomas,  Landewy-velfrey. 
Mrs.  Trevannion,    Slebech. 
John  Tucker,  Sealiham. 
Rev.  Benjamin  Twining,  White-houfe. 

Jofeph  Twining,  Ampney-park,  Glocr. 
V 
Richard  Vaughan,  Golden  Grove,   4* 
John  Vaughan,   Dolegoome. 
Gwynn  Vaughan,    Jordafton. 
E.  Vaughan,  Trecoon,    4. 
Capt.  J.  Vaughan,   Do.    2. 

W. 
Mifs  Warren,  Longridge,    2. 
John  Warren,   Haverfordwefl:. 
Rev.  Thomas  Walters,  Landough. 
John  Watts,   Bletherfton. 
Rev.  Robert  Wells,  Penmain. 

A.  White,    Swanfea. Daniel  Wier. 

Rev,  John  Williams,  Canon  of  St.  David's.   2. 

Thomas  Williams,  Pilroath,  3. 

John  Williams,  Cheriton,  2. 

David  Williams,   Kidwely. 

John  Williams,    St    Ifmael's. 

Edward  Williams,  St.  Bride's  major. 
Thomas  Williams,  High-Street,  Haverford,  4. 
John  Williams,   Corngafr,    2. 
John  Williams,  Kilfant,    2. 
Henry  Williams,  Lanegwad, 
John  Wogan,  Wifton,    4, Lewis  Wogan,   Do.    Z+ 


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Additional    SUBSCRIBERS, 

Since  the  former  List  was  printed  off. 

C. 

Ohn  Campbell,  Stackpool-Court,  Pembrokefhire,  4, 
John  Chambre,  Lanfoift,  Monmouthfhire,  2. 


D. 

Richard  Davies,  Court-y-gollen,  Monmouthfhire,  4. 
Edmund  Davies,  Attorney  at  Law^  Pontipool,  Monm.  30. 

E. 

David  Edwards,  Surgeon,  Landilo,  Garmarthenfhire,  2. 

G. 

D.  J.  Gwynnc,  Taliaris,  Carmarthenshire,  4. 
Ho.  Gwynne,  Lanelweth-Hall,  Radnorfhire,  6. 
Marmaduke  Gwynne,  Brecon,  2. 

H. 

R.  Banks  Hodgkinfon,  EdwinVFord,  Carmarthenfh.  2. 

J- 

Rev.  Rowland  Jay,  Roofe,  Glamorganfhire. 
Robert  Jones,  Fonmon-Caftle,  Glamorganfhire,  4. 
Thomas  Jones,  Pen-cerrig,   Radnorfhire. 
Mrs.  Jones,  Fonticary,  Glamorganfhire,  6. 

L. 

Thomas  Lewis,  Lanifhen,  Glamorganfhire,  4. 
Rev.  William  Lewis,  Newhoufe,  Glamorganfhire,  2. 

David  Lewis,  Vicar  0/Pentirch,    Glamorganfhire. 

William  Llewelyn,  Cardiff,   Glamorganfhire,  2. 

Charles  Lloyd,  Brecon. 

Francis  Lloyd,  Trebarried,  Breconfhire. 

M. 
Edward  Mathew,  Lanfoift,  Monmouthfhire,   2. 
Charles  Morgan,  M.  P.  Breconfhire,  4. 
John  Morgan,  M.  P.  Monmouthfhire,  4. 
J.  Morgan,  Surgeon,  Builth,   Breconfhire,  2. 
Rev.  William  Morgan,  Brecon. 

Iltid 


Additional  Subscribers  NAMES. 

N. 
Iltid  Nichol,  St.  Athan',  Glamorganfhire. 

O. 

Sir  William  Owen,  Bart.  Orielton,  Pembrokefhire,  4. 

P. 

Charles  Powell,  CaftJe-madoc,  Breconfhire,  2. 
William  Powell,  Attorney  at  Law,  Brecon. 
Rev.  Ger.  Powell,  Lanharan,  Glamorganfhire,  4. 
Samuel  Price,  Park,  Glamorganfhire. 
Thomas  Pryce,  Dyffryn,  Glamorganfhire,    4. 
William  Proger,  Lanfoift,  Monmouthfhire. 

S. 
Robert  Savours,  Glamorganfhire. 

T. 

William  Thomas,  Lanbradach,  Glamorganfhire,  3. 

W. 
John  Walton,  Surgeon,  Cowbridge,  Glamorganfhire. 
Walter  Wilkins,  Maeslough,  Radnorfhire,  4. 
Rev.  John  Wilkins,  M.  A.  Refior  <?/Diflerth,  Breconfh,  2. 
JefFry  Wilkins,  Brecon,  2. 
Penry  Williams,  Penpont,  Breconfhire,  4. 
John  Hanbury  Williams,  Colebrook. 
Thomas  Williams,  Attorney  at  Law,  Cowbridge,   1 
William  Williams,  Mercer,  Brecon, 


THE 


THE 

Welfhman's   Candle. 


An  EPISTLE  from  the  Author  to 
a  certain  noble  Lord*,  to  whom,  it 
is  imagined,  he  intended  to  dedicate 
his  Book. 

i    T1l     JWY  gracious  Lord  ! 

l\  /■  Be  not  furpriz'd  to  fee 

-L  ▼  JL   An  humble  Clergyman,  of  mean  degree, 
With  fuch  a  fimple  Book  the  Man  accoft, 
Who  is  by  all  efteem'd  his  country's  boaft ! 

The  Zeal  you  for  the  Church  of  God  have  fhown, 
Your  fervice  to  your  country  and  the  crown, 
The  favour  you've  for  Welfimen  (till  exprefs'd, 
Mu ft  fill  with  gratitude  each  Weijhmatfs  breaft. 

3  Though  thoufands  ftrive  your  character  to  raife 
With  countlefs  fums  of  tributary  praife  ; 
Permit  e'en  me,  my  Lord  !   however  low, 
Amongft  the  reft,  my  worthlefs  mite  to  throw. 

4  The  Lord  of  Hofts  himfelf  did  meekly  deign 
To  take  the  widow's  mites,  without  difdain  -, 
Nor  proudly  deem'd  the  well-meant  gift,  toolmall. 
Or  of  no  worth  •,  becauie  fhe  gave her  all. 

5  Do  you,  my  deareft  Lord !  the  like  receive 
From  One,  who  has  no  better  thing  to  give ; 

B  Yet 

*  Suppoled  to  be  Robert  earl  of  Eflex,  wl  ofe  chaplain  he 


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Yet  with  a  better  prefent  would  be  glad 
To  honour  You  —  if  He  a  better  had. 

6  But  You,  our  country's  glory  !  merit  more, 
And  more  fhou'd  have — if  more  was  in  my  pow'r-, 
Yet  weigh'd  according  to  it's  kind  intent, 
This  gift  yields  not  to  thofe  by  princes  fent. 

An  EPISTLE   to  the  Reader. 

i  ^T^HE  glory  of  the  Lord !—  my  country's  gain,— 
JJ_    Thefuit  of  friends,— the  poor's  affecting  ftrain— 
Caus'd  me  to  print  this  little  work  of  mine, 
For  my  compatriots  of  the  Cambrian  line. 

2  Becaufe  they  take  in  fermons  no  delight, 
But  idle  fongs  with  eagernefs  recite, 

I,  for  their  good,  have  thus  employ'd  my  time. 
And  put  the  doctrines,  that  enfue,  in  rhyme. 

3  For  as. I  faw  fame'd  SafjVry'**  labour'd  ftile 
Neglected  by  the  unlearned  of  our  ifle, 

I  therefore  took  a  metre  fhort  and  plain, 
Eafy  to  read,  and  eafy  to  retain. 

4  And  this  my  Book,  The  Weljhmarts  Candle,  nam'd  ; 
'    Becaufe  therein  I've  mod  fincerely  aim'd 

Each  ignorant  and  darkling  mind  to  light, 
And  taught  him,  how  to  ferve  his  God  aright. 

5  To  give  the  unletter'd  an  afiifting  hand, 
Who,    at  the  belt,  but  little  underftand, 
Thefe  Poems  [  compos'd  with  pleafmg  care : 
The  reft,  I  ween,  have  better  Paftors  far  ! 

6  God  grant  the  Weljh  fufficient  light  to  know, 
And  ferve  him,  whilft  they  fojourn  here  below — 
God  grant  this  Candle,  as  it  was  defign'd, 

May  give  unerring  light  een  to  the  blind  ! 


ADVICE 


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ADVICE  to  hear,   and  to  read,  the 
Word  of  God. 

i  TYTHoe'er,  ofanyfexor  age, 

V V     To  heav'n  above  wou'd  learn  the  way, 
His  guide  muft  be  the  facred  Page — 
Or  elfe  he  needs  muft  go  aftray. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  long, 
And  few  the  tedious  journey  go, 
Vaft  croiTes  round  each  trav'ler  throng, 
And  ftrait  the  gate  he  muft  pafs  thro'. 

3  Above  the  fun  and  moon  heav'n  lies, 
And  ftrange  and  arduous  is  the  road — 
Thy  ladder's  Chrift,  to  fcale  the  fkies — 
His  word,  thy  lamp,  to  mew  thee  God. 

4  Of  fenfual  joys  full  many  a  rock, 
And  many  a  fea  of  worldly  woe, 
The  pafTage  with  obftructions  block, 
E'er  one  can  to  thefe  regions  go. 

5  Full  many  a  winding  thou  may'ft  count, 
Or  be  in  (loughs  and  deferts  loft, 

E'er  unto  heaven  thou  canft  mount, 
Without  God's  word,  they  can't  be  crofs'd 

6  Unto  the  dreary  realms  of  woe, 

A  man  may  fink,  without  a  guide, 
But  none  to  heaven  e'er  did  go, 
Without  the  Gofpel,  to  refide. 

7  'Tis  not  the  fun's,  or  moon's,  fo  bright, 
'Tis  not  the  ftars'  that  gleam  on  high, 
But  the  fweet  Word  and  Gofpel's  light, 
That  can  direct  thee  to  the  iky. 

8  Take  thou  the  lantern  of  thy  God, 
To  light  thy  falt'ring  fteps  along,- -- 
Tread  the  ftrait  path  thy  Saviour  trod, 
Thou  foon  fhak  be,  the  faints  among. 

B  2  q  The 


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9  The  Word's  a  candle,  to  give  light, 

The  Word  will  fhew  thee,  where  to  tread, 
The  Word  will  guide  thy  airy  flight, 
The  Word  to  heaven  will  thee  lead. 

10  The  Word's  far  beaming  light  purfue 

Whate'er  thou'rt  bid  by  Jefus,  do • 

Whatever  He  forbade,  efchew 

And  thou  fhalt  ftrait  to  heaven  go. 

1 1  The  Gofpel  is  the  lucid  ftar 

That  darts  it's  cheerful  gleam  abroad, 

He,  who  purfues  it's  rays tho*  far, 

Needs  never  fear  to  mifs  his  road. 

12  The  Bread  of  Life,  each  there  may  meet, 
To  feed  the  body  and  the  mind 

A  lamp,  to  light  his  Humbling  feet 

A  bridle,  his  loofe  tongue  to  bind. 

13  Thence  milk,  to  nurfe  the  weakling,  flows- 

Thence  manna,  hungry  fouls  to  feed — 

Thence  wine,  to  foften  human  woes, 

And  comfort  give,  to  all  that  need  ! 

1 4  An  oil  that  can  the  pangs  affuage 

Of  confcience,  and  o'er  fin  prevail 

'A  balfam  is  the  facred  page 

An  antidote,  ne'er  known  to  fail ! 

1 5  A  maul,  to  beat  each  knob  full  low— 
A  rule,  the  erroneous  to  conduct 


An  ax,  to  lop  each  ftraggling  bough 

A  mafter,  children  to  inflrucl. 

16  The  Word's  a  trump,  that  fummons  all 

To  judgement -and  a  bell's  the  fame, 

That  men  does  to  repentance  call — — 
A  herald  'tis,  peace  to  proclaim 

1 7  The  Word's  a  mirror,  that  difplays 
Our  vices  and  our  latent  flains, 
And  bids  us  all  amend  our  ways, 
Whilft  the  clear  light  of  day  remains. 

18  The 


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1 3  The  Word's  the  Seed  divine,  whence  fome 
PorTeflbrs  of  heaven's  happy  coaft, 

Chrifb's  brethren  and  God's  Tons,  become 

And  temples  of  the  Holy  Gh 

19  Without  the  Word,  there's  no  relief, 

None  can  be  reicu'd  from  the  grave 

For  of  all  means  it  is  the  chief, 

That  Chrift  ordain'd,  our  fouls  to  fave. 

20  Without  the  Word,  no  mortals  can 
About  God's  attributes  agree, 
Nor  well  the  aweful  myrVry  lean 
Of  Three-in-one,  and  One-in-three. 

2 1  Without  the  Gofpel,  none  God's  Will 

Can  know,  or  worfhip  him  aright 

None  can  his  facred  laws  fulfil, 
Until  the  gofpel  gives  him  light. 

22  None  e'er  can  learn,  without  the  W^ord, 
The  fall  of  man, — or  e;er  explain, 
How  he,  thro'  Jefus  was  reftor'd 

To  his  loft  ri^hteoufnefs  again. 

23  Without  the  Word,  none  can  believe 

None  can  believe,  unlefs  they  hear, 

Or  unto  Chrift  due  homage  give, 

For  Faith  gains  entrance  through  the  ear. 

24  God  ne'er  was  known  without  the  Word, 
To  turn  a  fi ngle  foul  from  fin  : 

But,  through  the  Gofpel  of  cur  Lord, 
To  fave  th'  elect  he  oft  is  feen. 

25  The  Apoftles,  in  the  days  of  yore, 

And  Gentiles  were  converted none, 

Without  it's  efficacious  pow'r, 

Cou'd  e'er  approach  God's  facred  throne. 

26  St.  Peter,  by  the  Gofpci's  aid, 
At  once  among  the  jevvifh  train, 
Above  three  thoufand  converts  ma 
After  that  they  had  Jesus  (lain. 

B  3  26     I 


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27  'Tis  by  the  lowing  of  the  Word, 
And  thro'  the  holy  Spirit's  aid, 
The  worft  of  finners  are  reftor'd, 

God's  fons  and  Chrift's  own  brethren  made  ! 

28  Whate'er  man  wants,  God's  Word  fupplies^ 

Then  fearch  it  with  a  critic's  care 

'Twill  make  thee  to  falvation  wife 

For,  lo !  eternal  life  is  there*  ! 

29  Chrift  for  the  gofpel  bids  thee  ftrive, 
With  all  thy  might  and  all  thy  main, 

More  than  for  all  this  world  can  give 

If  thou  wou'dft  endlefs  life  attain. 

go  As  for  the  bread,  a  child  implores — 

As  the'  hart  lows  for  the  fprings,  when  dry- 
As  fun-bake'd  lands  call  out  for  fhow'rs 

So  for  the  Gofpel  doctrines  cry. 

3 1   Sell  all  thy  goods — fell  all  thy  land 

Sell  e'en  the  Ihirt  upon  thy  back ■ 

Sell  all  thou  haft  at  thy  command- 


Rather  than  thou  God's  Word  fhou'dft  lack. 

32  Much  better 'tis,  that  thou  fhou'dft  roam, 
Without  the  cheerful  light  of  day, 
Without  meat,  drink,  fire,  bed,  or  home, 
Than  that  God's  Word  mould  be  away. 

33  'Tis  fad  to  live  in  fuch  a  place, 

Where  the  fun  fhines  not  all  the  year 

But  much  more  dilmal  is  their  cafe, 
To  whom  God's  light  does  ne'er  appear. 

34  Ne'er  in  a  clime,  where  there's  no  day 

Nor  in  a  land,  where  there's  no  rain 

Nor  fhip,  without  a  compafs,   ftay- 


Ne'er,  where  there  is  no  prieft,  remain. 

35  Quit  thou  the  parifh,   town,  and  ground 
Quit  father,  mother,  friends,  and  kin 


Quit  houfe  and  home — if  the  fweet  found 
Of  God's  word  can't  be  heard  therein. 

36  'Tis 


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36  'Tis  better  in  fome  cave  to  hide, 
And  fometimes  hear  the  gofpel  there — 
Than  in  the  richeft  vale  refide, 
Where  one  can  ne'er  the  Gofpel  hear. 

37  'Tis  hard  in  darknefs  to  remain 
Where  comfort  never  yet  appear'd — 
But  harder 'tis  to  flay  in  vain, 

Where  the  blefs'd  Word  was  never  heard. 

38  To  Turkey,  'tis  not  worfe  to  go, 
Where  none  our  God,  or  know  or  fear, 
Than  'tis  to  dwell,  where  thou  canfl  no 
Inflrucnon  have,  no  Gofpel  hear. 

39  To  London  go,  o'er  Britain  roam, 
The  ocean  crofs,  the  globe  furround — 
But  never  think  of  coming  home, 
Until  thou  haft  the  Gofpel  found. 

40  'Tis  hard  to  fee  the  fun  and  rain, 
In  all  the  hamlets  'round  appear, 
Whilft  that  wherein  thou  doll  remain, 
Has  neither  of  them  all  the  year. 

41  If  there's  no  fermon  to  be  found, 

Which  thou  in  thine  own  church  mayft  hear, 
Go  to  the  churches  all  around, 
And  hear  one  ev'ry  Sabbath  there. 

42  Whene'er  thy  flomach  meat  requires, 

Thou  to  the  pantry  wilt  repair, 

But  when  thy  foul  it's  food  defires, 
Thou  for  it's  cravings  doft  not  care. 

43  What  boots  the  body's  full  repaft, 
If  thy  poor  foul  for  hunger  dies  ? 
Can  One  the  leaft  enjoyment  tafte, 
If  in  diftrefs  the  Other  lies  ? 

44  'Tis  bad,  quite  bad,  upon  the  whole, 
When  thefe  our  bodies  are  not  fed : 
But  worfe  by  much  to  ftarve  the  foul, 
For  want  of  it's  celcftial  bread. 


vj> 


1  Then 


[     H    ] 

45  Then  to  the  clergy  cry  amain, 
Due  food  unto  thy  foul  to  give: 

Since  thou  doll  them  with  tithes  maintain, 
Bid  them  ihy  famifh'd  foul  relieve. 

46  From  the  prieft's  lips  receive  the  word, 
As  if  from  Chrift's  own  mouth  it  came — 
He  was  commhTion'd  by  the  Lord 

To  warn  thee,  and  from  fin  reclaim. 

47  Shou'd  fome  poor  curate,  mean  in  drefs, 
As  Chrift  commands,  reprove  thy  ways, 
Though  he  his  thoughts  fhou'd  ill  exprefs, 
Thou'rt  bound  to  do,  whate'er  he  fays. 

48  Although  the  gofpel  of  our  Lord 
Judas  himfelf  ilioud  come  to  preach, 
Yet  it  may  fave  thee,  tho'  the  Word 
He  might,  involv'd  in  error,  teach. 

49  To  vices,  fhou'd  thy  Paftor  run, 
Yet  if  his  doctrine  fhou'd  be  true, 

His  leffons  learn,  his  manners  fhun ■ 

E'en  Paul  and  t'eter's  faults  efchew. 

50  Mind  not  his  perfon,  or  addrefs — 

If  well,  or  meanly  clad,  ne'er  note — 

The  gofpel's  merit  is  not  lefs, 

Shou'd  hd  be  cloth'd  in  homefpun  coat. 

51  Take  pearls  from  toads,  with  venom  frll'd — 
Take  gold  from  hands,  that  are  not  clean — — 
Take  wine  from  calks,  with  dnft  defil'd — 
Take  knowledge  e'en  from  lips  obfcene. 

52  The  gofpel  of  thy  faviour  hear, 
However  poor  the  preacher  be— - 
The  Word,  if  not  the  perfon,  bear, 
'Twas  Chrift  himfelf  that  fent  it  thee. 

53  Deep  in  thy  mind  his  dictates  fow, 
Nor  let  the  fiends  Ileal  thence  a  part — 
The  Word's  a  feed,  that  there  will  grow, 
Jf  thou  wilt  plant  it  in  thy  heart. 

54  Search 


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54  Search  then  the  Scripture,  night  and  day, 
And  read  it  with  obierving  eyes, 

It's  dictates  punctually  obey, — 
So  fhalt  thou  prove  extremely  wile. 

55  Keep  it  at  all  times  next  thy  heart— 
At  work,  at  play,  at  home,  abroad, 

Unto  thy  fons  it's  fenfe  impart 

And  ground  them  in  the  Word  of  God. 

§6  Still  let  that  chain  adorn  thy  neck — 
Still  let  that  frontlet  grace  thy  brow- 
Still  let  that  ring  thy  ringer  deck — 
And  ne'er  a  ftep  without  it  go. 

57  Make  it  thy  comrade  on  the  way — 
Make  it  thy  bedfellow  by  night — 
Make  it  thy  ftudy  all  the  day — 
Do  all  it  bids  thee,  with  delight. 

58  Make  it  thy  councillor  and  friend, 
And  more  thou'it  learn  from  ev  ry  page, 
(So  it  thy  footfteps  (hall  attend) 
Than  from  the  mod  enlight'ned  fage. 

$g  Leave  it  not,  in  the  church,  behind 
With  him,  who  did  the  fubject  treat — 
But  bear  it  homewards  in  thy  mind, 
And  to  thy  family  repeat. 

60  Make  thou  God's  word  thy  highert  treat- 
Be  it  the  prime  of  food  to  thee 

And,  when  thou'rt  cloy'd  with  other  meat, 
Thy  choice  defert  then  let  it  be. 

61  This  wholefome  Food,  each  morning,  tafte— 
Be  it,  each  noon,  thy  conftant  fare — 
And,  ev'ry  night,  a  fWeet  repaft 

Of  this  celelbal  Bread,  prepare. 

62  As  thou  thy  body  doll  preferve 

With  meat— thy  foul  with  manna  feed- 
Let  not  the  One,  with  hunger  ftarve, 
Whilft  thou  fupplieft  t5  Other's  need. 

63  The 


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6j  The  Bible,  in  thy  native  tongue, 
May  now  e'en  for  a  crown  be  got, 
Sell  then  thy  all,  and  be  not  long, 
E'er  thou  the  precious  book  haft  bought. 

64  No  chattels  with  it  equal  are — 
No  goods  are  of  fuch  real  ufe~- 
No  treasures  can  with  it  compare — 

Nor  any  thing  thou  canft  produce — 

6$  'Twill  comfort  give,  and  'twill  advife — 
'Twill  give  thee  pleafure,  and  fuccefs — 
'Twill  make  thee  to  Salvation  wife — - 
Twill  give  thee  endlefs  happinefs — 

66  'Twill  give  thee  bread,  to  fate  thy  foul — 
'Twill  give  thee  milk,  to  feed  the  poor — 
'Twill  give  thee  wine,  to  fill  thy  bowl — 
'Twill  give  a  falve  for  ev'ry  fore 

67  Who  wou'd  not  then  the  bible  buy, 
Which  does  all  other  goods  excel  ? 
To  purchafe  it,  who  wou'd  not  try  ? 
His  houfe,  his  all,  who  wou'd  not  fell  ? 

6$  This  is  the  pearl,  which  Jefus  told 
All  them,  that  heeded  his  advice, 
To  buy — like  him,  who  wifely  fold 
His  all,  that  he  might  reach  it's  price. 

6g  Since  God  has  deign'd  to  give  each  page, 
That  does  his  holy  word  contain, 
To  Wales — let's  join,  at  ev'ry  age, 
To  ftudy  it  with  might  and  main. 

70  O  let  us  then  be  all  agreed, 
Women  and  men,  with  one  accord, 
To  buy  a  book, — that  each  may  read 
In  his  own  tongue,  the  blefled  word ! 

71  Since  God  has  now  vouchfafe'd  the  fame 
In  our  own  tongue — O  let's  not  wafte 
Our  time,  but  all  attempt,  for  fhame, 
To  read  it,  with  the  utmoft  hafte. 


72  Let 


[     *7     ] 

72  Let  not  the  labour  fruitlefs  prove, 
Which  cofl  in  England  iiich  a  fum — 
Left  we  fhou'd  not  account  above 
For  fuch  a  crime,    the  day  of  doom. 

73  O  let's,  of  ev'ry  fex  and  age, 

In  our  good  neighbours  footfteps  tread, 
Who  can  with  eafe  the  facred  page 
In  their  own  native  language  read. 

74  'Twill  be  for  us  a  burning  fhame, 
If  we  do  not  attempt,  e'er  long, 
To  mafter  and  to  learn  the  fame, 
Since  now  'tis  in  our  mother's  tongue. 

7$  More  than  a  crown,  now  twill  not  coil, 
The  value  of  a  fingle  fheep, 
Which  in  fome  ditch  may  loon  be  loft, 
Whilft  nightly  ftorms  the  mountains  fvveep. 

J 6  If,  in  a  family,  but  one 

Is  with  the  uieful  talent  bleft, 
To  read  the  fenptures — he  alone 
May  eafily  inftrucl  the  reft. 

j  j  Each  Welfhman  in  a  month,  or  fo, 
May  learn,  if  he'll  the  ftudy  mind, 
To  read  all  that  he  needs  to  know  : 
What's  that? if  One  be  well-inclin'd. 

78  Ah  me  !    that  Chriftians  cannot  give 
One  crown,  of  all  that  they  poffefs, 

Or  one  month's  time,  whilft  here  they  live, 
To  learn  the  doctrines  they  profefs ! 

79  Worn  n  and  men  of  low  degree, 
The  very  abjects  of  the  land, 
You  always  may  in  England  fee, 
Each  with  his  Bible  in  his  hand. 

80  With  us,  ('mongft  thofe,   who  moft  abound, 
And  fumptuoufly  their  tables  fpreadj 
Scarce  can  a  prayer-book  be  found, 

Or  One,  who  can  his  bible  read. 

81   Alas' 


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Si  Alas!  that  they,  in  wealth  who  roll, 
Shou'd  be,  by  coblers  in  their  Halls, 
.     Surpafs'd,  in  what  concerns  the  foul, 
And  beft  will  decorate  their  halls  ! 

82  Will  they  not,  in  the  day  of  doom, 
Againft  the  rich  in  judgement  rife, 
And  to  condemn  their  folly  come, 
Who  their  falvation  thus  defpife  ? 

83  They  teach  each  tradefman's  daughter,  there, 

To  read  the  books  that  moft  excel 

Whereas  the  Gentry's  daughters,  here, 

Can  fcarce  the  Pater  nofier  fpell. 

84  5Tis  to  the  Weljh  a  foul  difgrace, 
They're  in  religion  ftill  fo  young, 
That  not  the  tithe  of  all  the  race 

The  fcriptures  read,  in  their  own  tongue. 
%$  Let's  then,  for  fh  a  me,  together  join 
To  learn,  from  the  heav'n-infpired  code, 
The  ground-work  of  our  Faith  divine, 
And  drive  to  read  the  word  of  God. 

86  So  fhall  we  know,  and  truly  fear 


Our  great  Creator,  whilfl  we  live 


And  if  we  know  and  fear  him  here, 
We  all  mail  endlefs  life  receive. 

87  God  grant  the  Weljh  fufficient  grace, 
Rightly  to  know  and  dread  the  Lord, 
And  God  enable  all  the  race, 
In  their  own  tongue,  to  read  his  word ! 

To    the    Sons  of  BRUTUS. 

i  T7*E  fons  of  Brute,  of  Trojan  blood, 
J[     A  lively,  lovely,  loving  brood, 
Attend  in  hade,  and  to  my  ftrains  draw  nigh, 
With  an  obedient  heart  appear, 
And  with  a  fix'd  attention  hear, 
My  doleful  plaint,  and  heart- affecting  cry. 


2  Tlv 


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2  Th'  unceafing  wheel  of  reftlefs  fate, 
Early  each  morn,  each  ev'ning  late, 

'Till  Death,  ftill  whirls  about  the  fatal  ball 

Of  life yet  thoughtlefs  on  we  run, 

Until  the  whole  is  fairly  fpun, 

And  we  to  endlefs  torments  headlong  fall. 

3  For,  like  a  fhip  that  proudly  gay, 
Still  glides  along  its  wat'ry  way, 

Whilft  on  the  deck  the  failors  dance,  or  Deep, 
Our  time  here  paffes  iwift  away, 
And  will  not  for  it's  owner  ftay, 

Whatever  coil  or  clutter  he  may  keep. 

4  Pale  Death  ftill  follows  at  our  heels, 
And  like  a  filent  felon  fteals 

Along,with  tremblingpace,and  footfteps  flow, 
Still  ready,  with  unerring  dart 
To  pierce  each  unfufpecting  heart, 

And  give,  amidft  our  vain  purfuits,  his  blow. 

5  For,  like  a  bubble  on  the  ftream, 
E'er  we  of  any  danger  dream, 

The  aerial  particle  of  life  is  flown  ; 

And  yet,  fo  thoughtlefs  ftill  are  we, 
We  don-t  the  gaping  pit-fall  fee, 

'Till  to  perdition  we  all  tumble  down. 

6  This  world's  a  dotard,  fick  all  o'er, 
E'en  juft  now  knocking  at  Death's  door., 

And  tending  to  the  grave  with  th'utmoft  hafte. 
His  head  turns  round,  he  bows,  he  faints, 
Flis  heart  with  apprehenfion  pants, 

His  gall,  and  all  his  vitals  ftrangely  wafte. 

7  Yet  void  of  awe,    or  conic ious  fear, 
The  thoughtlefs  fons  of  men  appear, 

To  conftitution  they  too  much  confide  ; 
As  leamen  truit  (when  dangers  prefs, 
And  they  are  all  in  deep  diftrefs) 

The  found'ring  bark,  'till  bury'd  in  the  tide. 


8  O 


[     3°    ] 

8  O!  let  not  us,  who  are  but  duft, 
To  a  deceitful  world  ftill  truft, 

That  breaks,  like  ice  o'er  the  fallacious  dream, 
And  drops  us,  at  our  fate  unfcare'd, 
To  the  dread  judgement  unprepare'd, 

E'er  we  can  well  of  it's  intention  dream. 

9  But  let  us  all  with  anxious  care, 
For  the  great  feftival  prepare, 

(The  hour  Chrift  comes,  no  man  on  earth  can  fay) 
And  to  our  Saviour's  prefence  prefs, 
In  trim  array  and  proper  drefs, 

And  veftments  fuited  to  that  folemn  day. 

io  And  let  us  never  be  furpriz'd 

In  fin,  nor  be  in  drink  difgurs'd 
At  our  laft  hour,  (left  we  the  feaft  retard) 

Our  lamps  without  or  oil,  or  light 

Our  talents  not  employ'd  aright ; 
But  all  our  reck'ning  juft,  and  well  prepar'd. 

1 1  The  ax  (ye  finners  be  afraid  1) 

Has  to  the  copfe  long  fince  been  laid — 

Soon  from  the  floor  mall  the  light  chaff  be  blown • 

The  angel  threatens,  even  now, 
The  brambles  with  his  fithe  to  mow, 
And  then  the  trafh  fhall  to  the  flames  be  thrown. 

12  A  dreadful  doom  hangs  o'er  our  heads, 
And  at  our  doors  old  Time  now  treads, 

The  trumpet  longs  the  fhrilly  blaft  to  found — 
The  fea,  the  church-yard,  and  the  field, 
And  Hell  itfelf,  now  yearn  to  yield 

The  dead  in  their  repofitories  found. 

13  The  Judge  himfelf  is  quite  prepar'd, 
Efcorted  by  a  fainted  guard 

The  day  is  nigh,  this  globe  fhall  be  deftroy'd — 
When  God  fhall  all  the  fons  of  men, 
Before  his  righteous  throne  convene, 

There  to  account  for  all  they've  here  enjoy'd. 

14  Yet 


[     3*     1 

14  Yet  ftill  we  madly  venture  in, 

To  o-orge  ourfelves  on  filth  and  fin, 
Not  thinking  of  our  reckoning  or  our  doom  : 

We  ftill  our  talents  mifapply, 

And  ev'ry  pafilon  gratify  ; 
Let  death  and  vengeance  come,  when  they  will  come. 

15  Like  the  ancients  e'er  the  deluge  came, 
Like  Sodom,    e'er  the  o'erwhelming  flame, 

(Not  worfe  the  cafe  of  Pharoah  and  his  crew!) 
We  fin  with  all  our  might  and  main, 
And  ftill  go  on  to  fin  again, 

Nor  the  leaft  fign  of  reformation  fhew. 

1 6  As  filthy  fwine  can  feaft  on  draff^ 
As  thirfty  oxen  water  quaff, 

We  fwill  and  drench  ourfelves  with  heady  drink  ; 

We  wallow  in  each  foul  defire, 

As  hogs  delight  to  roll  in  mire, 
And  never  of  the  confequences  think. 

17  Prefumptuoully  we  curfe  and  fvvear, 
And  Chrift  himfelf  in  pieces  tear, 

And  for  a  ftraw,  or  any  trifle,  fight ; 
Without  the  leaft  remorfe,  or  awe, 
('Till  beggar'd  quite)  we  go  to  law, 

But  leave  the  poor  in  a  moil  piteous  plight. 

1 8  The  fun  and  moon,  with  wat'ry  eye, 
Our  vicious  converfations  'fpy, 

The  earth  too  groans ;  becaufe  lb  ill  we  live 

Angels  are  pain'd  at  heart  the  while; 
Becaufe  we  Chriftians  are  fo  vile, 

And  for  our  manifold  tranfgreflions  grieve. 

19  The  prieft,   the  farmer,  and  the  hind, 

With  artifans  of  ev'ry  kind, 

*The  Bailiff,  Judge,  and  Gentleman,  each  ftrives 
With  molt  amazing  infolence, 
Which  fhall  the  Godhead  moft  incenfe  ; 

Nor  can  I  fay,  who  worft,  amongft  them,  lives. 

20  In 

*  The  chief  magiftrate  of  a  Corporation— I  fuppofe  the  . 
meant  in  this  place. 


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20  In  Indolence,  the  Clergy  live, 
The  venal  Judges  bribes  receive, 

The  Gentry  tipple  in  each  paltry  inn-, 
The  Farmer,  but  as  yefterday 
Unufe'd  to  drink,  now  topes  away,' 

And  fmokes  his  tube,  as  if  it  were  no  fin. 

2 1  The  fins  which  Sodom  overthrew, 
The  vile  excefles  Parthia  knew, 

The  thefts,  which  erft  difgrac'd  the  Cretian  ftrand, 
The  frauds,  wherein  the  Greeks  excelPd, 
The  idolatries  Samaria  held, 

Are  rife  in  ev'ry  diftrict  of  the  land. 

22  I  blufh,  the  vices  to  difplay, 
We  Weljhmen  act  in  open  day, 

And  grieve  our  immoralities  to  fhew : 
.   Yet  'tis  my  duty  to  reflect, 
Shou'd  I  th'  unwelcome  talk  reject, 
That  God  will  bring  them  all  to  public  view,     • 

23  Belides  it  better  is  by  far, 

That  I  fhou'd  now  thofe  fins  declare, 
To  make  us  now  repent,  whilft  here  below, 

E'er  in  the  dungeon's  difmal  gloom, 

We  all  receive  our  joylefs  doom, 
Since  here  no  marks  of  penitence  we  fhow. 

24  Therefore,  my  countrymen,  I  wou'd 
Fully  perfuade  you,  if  I  cou'd, 

To  pray  for  pardon,  to  avert  your  fate, 
And  here  on  earth  your  morals  mend, 
Before  your  lives  draw  to  an  end, 
And  you  wou'd  fain  reform,  when  'tis  too  late. 

25  For  'tis  in  vain  to  fob  and  figh, 

In  vain  to  tremble  and  to  cry, 
When  once  we  at  the  Judge's  bar  are  caft: 
However  loud  we  cry,  there's  nought 
But  ftricteft  Juliice  to  be  got, 
When  once  the  time  of  reformation's  pail. 

16  Then 


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2 6  Then  let  us  all  refolve  this  hour 
(E'er  Jefus  comes  in  all  his  pow'r 
From  heaven,  to  judge  each  good  and  evil  foul  \) 
His  favour  to  implore  in  hafte, 
E'er  we  be  into  prifon  caft, 
Andforce'd  in  floods  of  flaming  fire  to  roll. 


The  Second  Part. 

27  "[T^Nrage'd,   with  his  angelic  hofl, 

\*j  He'll  come — and  come  unto  our  coft, 
Upon  our  heads  his  vengeance  to  begin, 

And  with  his  light'ning's  dreadful  blaze 

He  will  the  guilty  fouls  amaze 
Of  thofe,  who  now  are  fo  alert  to  fin. 

28  Then,  all  our  terrors  to  complete, 
Becaufe  his  anger  is  fo  great, 

His  friends  and  fervants  whom  he  lov'd  fo  deaY, 
(When  he  in  all  his  wrath  (hall  come, 
To  execute  his  final  doom) 

Nay,  e'en  the  angels  too,  fhall  quake  for  fear. 

29  The  fun's  bright  rays  fhall  turn  to  night, 
The  moon  fhall  not  give  forth  her  light, 

The  heavens  themfelves  fhall  tremble  with  difmay, 
The  ftouteft  of  the  fons  of  men 
Shall  fhrink  for  fear  and  terror  then, 

And  fhriek  aloud  through  horror  of  that  day. 

30  Each  flinty  rock  fhall  rive  in  twain, 
Each  mountain  fink  into  a  plain, 

The  feas  themfelves  fhall,    on  that  day,  grow  dry  — 
The  worms  that  in  the  waters  creep, 
The  fifh  and  monflers  of  the  deep, 

Shall  in  the  bottom  of  the  ocean  die. 

31  Each  fort  and  ftrong-built  caftle  fhall, 
To  its  foundation,   piece-meal  fall, 

And  ev'ry  building  in  the  world  be  burn'd 

C  Th< 


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The  firmament  mail  melt  on  high, 
The  ftars  mail  tumble  from  the  iky, 
And  all  this  globe  be  to  a  cinder  turn'd. 

32  When  Jefus  Chrift,  with  glory  great, 
And  ev'ry  kind  of  pow'r  replete, 
To  judge  us  fev'rally,  mall  quit  the  fky- 


What  human  face  (hall  not  turn  white  ? 
What  heart  not  fhudder  with  affright, 
When  he  Chrift's  fign  in  heav'n  aloft  mail  fpy  ? 

%%  What  horror,   and  what  deep  diftrefs, 
Muft  ev'ry  guilty  mind  opprefs  ? 
What  comfort  can  the  creft-fall'n  culprit  know, 
When  he  beholds  fuch  woe  and  dread, 
The  whole  creation  overfpread, 
And  thinks  'tis  for  his  fins  alone  they  flow  ? 

34  Monarchs,  and  leaders  of  the  fight, 
And  giants  once  of  matchlefs  might, 

The  proud,  th'  oppreffors,  mall  bewail  their  fate, 
And  to  the  cloven  mountains  call, 
That  they  upon  their  heads  fhou'd  fall, 

And  fcreen  them  from  their  righteous  Judge's  hate. 

2$  Then,  after  all  this  vafl  ado, 

The  archangel  fhall  his  trumpet  blow. 

How  very  loud,  and  very  clear  the  blaft  ! ■ — 

So  very  loud,  and  very  clear, 

The  dead  the  piercing  found  fhall  hear, 

That  calls  them  to  account  for  all  that's  part. 

3  6  The  dead  fhall  then  afcend  the  sky, 

E'en  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye, 
From  dull  and  rottenn^fs,  where  low  they  lay,— — - 

The  living  too  fhall  then  be  change'd, 

And  ev'ry  foul  in  order  range'd 
On  high,  where  they  mail  for  their  vices  pay. 

37  And  there  their  Judge  and  fovereign  Lord, 
Uniheath'd  his  keen  and  glitt'ring  fword, 
Impartially  their  actions  fhall  obierve, 

And 


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And,    in  his  balance  weigh'd  with  care, 
To  all  he  will  aflign  their  fhare 
Of  good  and  evil,  juit  as  they  deferve. 

38  He  will  not  look  into  the  eyes 
Of  emperors,    nor  aboot's  prize 

For  their  gay  robes,  their  ftate,  or  hoarded  treafure$ 

But  equal  juftice  he'll  difpenfe, 

Both  to  the  peafant  and  the  prince, 
And  neither  dread  their  pow'r,   nor  their  difpleafure. 

39  When  once  he  opes  his  books,    he'll  rive 
The  heart  of  ev'ry  man  alive  ; 

And  all  their  faults  expofe  to  open  view, 
And  for  each  deed  deierving  blame, 
He  will  reproach  them  with  the  fame^ 

And  make  injuftice  his  vaft  fortune  rue. 

40  He'll  not  with  one  loofe  word  difpenfe, 
Nor  with  a  farthing's  vain  expence, 

Nor  moment,  fpent  without  due  weight  and  heed — ■ 
No  vanity,  nor  wafte  of  time, 
Nor  act  obfeene,  nor  heinous  crime  ; 

But  all  muft  then  be  anfwer'd  for  with  fpeed. 

41  The  fornications  of  the  great, 
And  gentlewomen  of  eftate, 

Who  ufe  the  fervant,  when  the  hufband's  gone- 

The  crimes,   the  murders  now  abroad, 
Each  daring  theft  and  private  fraud, 

Shall  then  to  ev'ry  prying  eye  be  mown. 

42  What  afpects  full  of  ghaftly  woe  ? 
What  aching  hearts  mall  mortals  know? 

What  gloom  and  grief  ihall  on  each  brow  be  feen, 
And  on  thole  guilty  bofoms  prey  ? — 
Who  now,   alas  !   this  very  day, 

So  forward  are,  fo  very  fond  of  fin  ! 

43  But  not  a  mouthful  mail  be  loft, 
Nor  bit  nor  drop  of  all  the  colt, 

That  to  the  poor,  for  [ems'  lake  is  given ; 

C  2  With 


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With  intreft  it  fhall  be  repaid- 


While  mifers  rue  the  crumbs  of  bread 
Refufe'd  to  fuch —  by  being  banim'd  heaven. 

44  Then  fhall  the'  Almighty  Shepherd  keep 
The  goats  divided  from  the  fheep, 

And  each  be  try'd  for  his  own  fins  alone  •, 
Thefe  fhall  in  Paradife  be  place'd, 
With  ev'ry  blifs  and  honour  grace'd, 

Whilft  thofe  fhall  to  th'  abyfs  of  hell  be  thrown. 

45  The  righteous,  at  the  pref  'rence  glad, 
In  robes  of  dazzling  whitenefs  clad, 

Shall  foar  directly  to  the  facred  domes, 
A  firm  pofTefHon  to  fecure 
Of  realms,  that  ever  fhall  endure, 
Aflign'd  by  God  for  their  eternal  homes. 

46  Then  fhall  the  reprobated  flock, 
And  all  the  folks  that  make  a  mock 

At  prefent  of  their  Judge,  and  that  dread  day, 
In  clufter'd  heaps  be  hurried  down 
To  hell,    and  into  chains  be  thrown, 

Where  endlefs  torments  on  their  fouls  fhall  prey, 

47  In  hell,  on  Abraham,  they  fhall  roar, 
(So  fierce  the  fire  !  their  pain  fo  fore  I) 

And  for  a  drop  of  water  fue  in  vain  : 

But  though  they  friou'd  forever  roar, 
They  ne'er  fhall  have  one  mouthful  more,,  . 

Nor  the  leafl  portion  of  relief  obtain. 

48  For  falfhood  ever  fhall  remain 

In  prifon  there,  and  racking  pain, 
Nor  even  hope  for  refpite  from  his  woe : 
He  there  fhall  gnafli  his  teeth  for  rage  i 
But  nothing  fhall  his  pains  afTuage, 
Nor  fhall  his  furPrings  e'er  cefTation  know. 

49  And  there  fhall  we  affur'dly  go, 
Hanging  our  lips  and  foreheads  low, 

Becaufeour  time  we  fo  abfurdly  fpead, 

Becaufc 


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Becaufe  we  do  not  watch  and  pray, 
And  do  not  (e'er  that  awful  day 
Of  vengeance  comes)  our  vicious  lives  amend. 

50  Let  us  unfeign'd  repentance  fliow,  . 
Whilft  Time  does  of  the  change  allow  : 

To-morrow  never  was  by  any  caught ! 

Let  us,  this  very  Nov/,  begin 

To  quit  all  vanity  and  fin, 
E'er  we  are  to  our  final  reck'nmg  brought. 

51  Thou  Saviour  God,  who  of  thy  grace 
Haft  brought  falvation  to  our  race, 

And  from  infernal  flames  thy  fervants  freed, 

O,    fave  us,  in  the  day  of  doom, 

When  we  to  thy  tribunal  come, 
And  to  the  blifsful  feats  of  Eden  lead  ! 

52  Shou'd  any  of  the  Cambrian  land, 

In  South  or  North  Wales,   here  demand, 
Who  fung  thofe  drains,  that  warn  them  to  furmount 

Their  danger, fay,    'twas  one  whofe  aim 

Was  to  preferve  them  free  from  blame, 
And  to  remind  them  of  their  dread  account. 

The  wretched  Condition  of  M  A  N  by 
NATURE. 

1  \%  ASH  Adam  to  the  fiend  of  old, 
JfV  Mankind  for  one  dear  apple  fold  •, 
And  none  can  from  his  fangs  get  free, 
''Till  Jefus  gives  him  liberty. 

2  The  Devil  in  a  dreary  gloom 

Keeps  ev'ry  foul,  'till  Chrift  mall  come, 

To  make  him  his  condition  Ice, 

To  break  his  chains,  and  let  him  free. 

3  This  dungeon  is  fo  very  dark, 
That  we  can't  fee  a  fingle  fpark, 

C  2  Nor 


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Nor  ought  of  our  ov/n  wretched  plight  •, 
'Till  Jefus  comes  to  give  us  light. 

4  What  days  and  nights  pafs  o'er  our  head. 
With  pitchy  darknefs  are  o'erfpread, 
And  none  his  woeful  ftate  can  view, 
'Till  Chrift  does  his  condition  fhew. 

5  We  in  our  fins  unweeting  die 

We  think  not  our  perdition  nigh- 


Our  lives  in  difmal  gloom  we  lpend — - 
Yet  feek  not  our  fad  ftate  to  mend. 

6  Thou  to  the  Devil's  camp  doit  go 

Thou  art  unto  thyfelf  a  foe 

Thou  more  and  more  aftray  doft  roam  ; 
'Till  Jefus  come  to  fetch  thee  home. 

7  Thou  e'er  thy  birth  was  try'd  andcaft, 
And  thy  tremendous  doom  is  pall, 
And,  if  Chrift's  aid  thou  canft  not  gain, 
Thou  ever  fhak  cond  mn'd  remain. 

S  The  ferpent's  (ling  has  pierc'd  thy  heart, 
Thy  very  foul  groans  with  the  fm art ; 
Then,  for  a  cure,  to  Chrift  apply, 
Or  elfe,  without  his  aid,  thou'lt  die. 

9  Thy  foul  by  Satan  was  bereav'd 
Of  all  the  gifts  from  God  receiv'd  ; 
Chrift  only  can  reftore  the  fame, 
And  hide  thy  nakednefs  and  fhame. 

10  Fell  Satan  with  his  fiery  dart, 

With  poilon  fraught,   has  pierc'd  thy  heart, 
Intreat  of  Chrift  to  eafe  thy  pain, 
Or  thou  with  Satan  muft  remain. 

n  Thy  foul  like  a  meek  lamb  appears, 
Among  fierce  lions,  wolves,   and  bears  : 
Then  foon  to  Chrift  for  fuccour  pray, 
Or  thou'lt  become  their  certain  prey. 

12  The 


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12  The  Devil  has  thy  foul  befet, 

And  hamper'd  in  his  ftrong-mefrYdnet, 
And  nought  on  earth  can  refcue  thee, 
'Till  Jefus  comes  to  fet  thee  free. 

13  A  faithful  Have  to  vice  thou'ft  been, 
And  wallow'd  ev'ry  day  in  fin  ; 
Then  fue  to  Chrift,  and  he  will  give 
Thee  Grace,  a  righteous  life  to  live. 

14  Thou  art  by  Nature  born  in  fin, 
The  child  of  wrath,  like  all  thy  kin, 
Ask  Chrift  then,  to  be  born  again, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  ever  fo  remain. 

15  Thou  doft  the  Devil's  laws  obey 

Thou  art  quite  fubjedl  to  his  fway 

Beg  then  of  Chrift  to  refcue  thee 

Out  of  his  paws,  and  fet  thee  free. 

16  In  thee  the  ftrong  One  keeps  his  court, 
Like  thofe,    who  ^arrifon  a  fort  -, 
'Till  Jefus  comes  his  arms  to  feize, 
Thy  bofom  ne'er  will  be  at  peace. 

1 7  Thou  waft  an  ufelefs  branch  before, 
That  nought  but  acid  fruitage  bore, 
And,  if  Chrift  alters  not  it's  kind, 
'Twill  be  to  hell's  fierce  flames  confign'd. 

1 8  S,;tan,  to  God  made  thee  a  foe 

To  make  thy  peace,  to  Jefus  go, 

By  whom  thou  muft  be  reconcile'd, 
E'er  thou  canft  be,  once  more,  his  child. 

18   Thou,  like  a  little  chick,  doft  play 
Amongft  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey  ; 
And,  if  Chrift  fcreens  thee  not  beneath 
His  wings — thou  muft  be  torn  to  death. 

20  Thou  thro'  a  dreary  vale  doft  go 


The  paths  of  peace  thou  doft  not  know 

And  if  thy  fteps  Chrift  fhou'd  not  light, 
Thou'lt  headlong  feek  the  realms  of  night. 

C  4  2i  Thou 


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2 1   Thou  doft  deferve  all  kinds  of  woe, 
(Doom'd,  e'er  thy  birth,  to  hell  to  go) 
And,  if  his  aid  Chrift  does  not  deign, 
For  ever  damn'd  thou  muft  remain. 

2  2  Thou  art  a  foe  to  thy  bed  friend, 
Thou  art  a  (lave  unto  the  fiend, 
Thou'rt  fhut  up  in  his  fly  obfcene, 
'Till  Jefus  comes,  to  wafh  thee  clean, 

23  Thou  dolt  in  ev'ry  point  tranfgrefs  — * 

Thou'rt  liable  to  each  diftrefs 

Thou'rt  to  each  pain  and  woe  a  prey — 
'Till  Jefus  laves  thy  fins  away. 

24  Thou'rt  bad,  without — and  bad,  within — 
Thou'rt  void  of  Grace,  but  full  of  fin  — 
Thou'rt  foul,  impure,  and  foolifh  quite, 
'Till  Chrift  the  fmner  bleaches  white. 

25  Such  is,   'tis  plain,  «ach  perfon's  cafe, 
(If  we  the  facred  fcriptures  trace,) 
Until  again  the  finner's  born, 

And  Chrift  reforms  his  ftate  forlorn. 

2  6  If  not  affifted  by  the  Lord, 

And  to  his  priftine  ftate  reftor'd, 

No  man  (no  more  than  the  foul  fiend) 

Can,  of  himfelf,  his  life  amend. 

27  Not  i^eter,  Paul,  nor  any  One, 
(But  Jefus  Chrift  our  Lord  alone) 
Supernal,  or  infernal,  can 
Preferve  the  fin-polluted  man. 

28  Search  heav'n,  fearch  earth,  and  fearch  the  air, 
The  fea,  and  all  therein,  with  care • 

And  thou  (halt  find  it  true,  that  none 
Can  fave  a  foul,  but  Chrift  alone. 

29  If  thou  doft  not  his  aid  implore, 
Thy  fallen  nature  to  reftore, 
Thou  fhalt  in  hell's  abyfs  be  laid, 
Becaufe  thou  didft  not  beg  his  aid. 

30  No 


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30  No  man  on  earth  his  foul  mail  fave, 
But  he,  vvho  mall  that  favour  crave, 
For  Chrift,  his  blefs'd  Redeemer's  fake  •, 
"Whatever  buftle  he  may  make. 

3 1  Nor  will  the  Lord  falvation  give, 
But  to  the  man  that  (hall  believe 
In  him  (however  loud  his  pray'r) 
With  a  faith,  lively  and  fincere. 

32  Whoe'er  in  Chrift  believeth  well, 
Shall  furely  fave  his  foul  from  hell ; 
But  he,   who  does  not — ne'er  mall  fave 
His  foul,  nor  any  favour  have. 

The   Life  and  Death  of  CHRIST. 

1  T     E  T  ev'ry  Chriftian  who  defires  to  know, 
I  j  What  to  his  Saviour  happen'd  here  below, 

Draw  near whilft  I  his  Incarnation  tell, 

And  what,  'till  death,  unto  our  Lord  befel. 

2  The  word  was  God(e'er  heav'n  and  earth  were  made, 
Or  the  foundations  of  the  world  were  laid.) 

The  Second  Perfon  of  the  facred  Three, 
And  the  Creator  of  all  things  that  be. 

3  He  was  the  Lord,  before  he  left  the  sky, 
Coequal  to  his  Sire  in  dignity, 

And  o'er  the  countlefs  hoft  of  angels  reign'd, 
E'er  he  to  vifit  finful  mortals  deign'd. 

4  He  was  a  God — of  matchlefs  pow'r  and  might-"' 
He  was  a  Lord— of  glory  infinite- 
He  was  a  King— than  ev'ry  fov'reign  highe'r — 
He  was  in  all  things  equal  to  his  Sire. 

5  When,   to  redeem  us,  he  the  skies  forfook, 
Our  form  and  fafhion  on  himfelf  he  took, 

Nay,  e'en  our  Hem  from  Mary  did  aflume 

A  fpotlefs  virgin  irorn  her  mother's  womb  ! 

6  Who 


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Who  by  a  wond'rous  pow'r,  yet  well  believ'd, 
The  holy  Spirit's  gracious  pow'r !   conceiv'd- 


And,  tho'  betrothe'd,  when  marriageable  grown, 
She,  'till  his  birth,  by  man  was  never  known. 

7  Thus  did  the  Son  of  God  a  man  become, 
By  Grace  divine,  in  Mary's  virgin  womb, 
And,   though  her  nature  only  form'd  the  child, 
Yet  it  was  ne'er  by  any  fin  defile'd. 

8  Two  natures  in  our  bleft  Redeemer  join, 
That  is  to  fay — the  human,  and  divine  : 
This  does  the  mother,   that  the  Sire,  declare  ; 
They're  both  diftinc~t,  and  yet  both  perfect  are. 

9  The  Son  of  God,  and  yet  a  mortal's  fon, 

And  though  thus  complex — yet  he  is,  but  One  : 
The  Son  of  Man,  without  a  father,  made 


The  Son  of  God,  without  a  mother's  aid  ! 
io  As  to  his  manhood,  in  his  human  ftate, 
'Tis  my  defign  at  prefent  to  relate 
The  form  and  manner  of  his  wond'rous  birth, 
When,   to  redeem  us,  he  came  down  on  earth. 

1 1  When  to  fair  Bethl'em  Mary  had  arriv'd, 
(Where  David  and  his  anceftors  erft  liv'd) 
To  be  enroll'd,  and  Casfar's  tax  to  pay, 
Her  reckoning  was  fulfil'd  that  very  day. 

12  But  as  large  companies  had  throngd  each  inn, 
There  was  no  place  for  her  to  lodge  within ; 
So  in  an  out-houfe  fhe,   for  want  of  room, 
Was  force 'd  to  drop  the  burden  of  her  womb. 

13  There,  without  ftate  or  any  vain  parade, 
The  meek-eye'd  virgin,   on  the  litter  laid, 
Amongft  the  cattle,  our  Redeemer  bore, 

On  Chriftm as-day — a  day  not  fame'd  before  ! 

14  Thus  born,  without  a  fingle  groan  or  throe, 
(Which  all  her  fex  are  doom'd  to  undergo) 

In  fwaddling  clothes,  with  a  young  mother's  joy, 
She  bound,tho'  heaven's  King !  the  beauteous  boy. 

15  Anil 


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15  And,  when  with  care  fhe  had  the  infant  dreft, 
She  in  the  manger  laid  him  down  to  reft  : 
Tho'  in  mean  circumftances,    yet  content 
With  whate'er  Providence  had  kindly  fent. 

1 6  A  train  of  guilelefs  fhepherds  God  difpatch'd, 
Who  in  the  field  that  night  their  flock  had  watch'd, 
To  worfhip  him  before  the  break  of  day, 

As   in  the  manger  the  fweet  infant  lay. 

17  Warn'd  by  a  band  of  angels  from  the  skies, 
And  fill  d  with  heart-felt  pleafure  and  furprize, 
To  happy  Bethle'm  f  with  the  fole  intent 

Of  feeing  the  Mefliah  j  glad  they  went. 

18  They  were  commiftion'd,  by  divine  command, 
To  let  th'  expecting  people  underftand, 

That  Chrift  was  come — the  promised  Seed,  of  old, 
From  the  beginning  of  the  world  foretold 

19  And  tell  to  all — that  with  united  voice 
They  at  the  gladfome  tidings  fhou'd  rejoice ; 
Becaufe  that,  on  that  fame  aufpicious  morn, 
The  glorious  Saviour  of  mankind  was  born. 

20  The  angels  then  their  tuneful  voices  rais'd, 
And  in  fweet  hymns  their  great  Creator  prais'd, 
Afcribing  Glory  unto  God  above, 

Who  to  mankind  vouchfafe'd  fuch  wond'rous  love[ 

2 1  Soon  after  this  was  {een  a  radiant  ftar, 
Exceffive  clear,  and  vifible  afar, 

Whofe  beamy  luflre  bright'ning  all  the  air, 
Was  thought  the  Birth  of  Jefus  to  declare. 

22  Three  hoary  fages,  from  the  diflant  Eafl, 
Who  had  the  meaning  of  the  portent  guefs'd, 
Led  by  the  guidance  of  the  friendly  flame, 
In  fearch  of  Jefus,   to  Judea  came  : 

23  To  Herod  they  apply'd,  when  there  arriv'd, 
The  greateft  Tyrant  that  had  ever  liv'd  ! 

To  know  where  Chrift,  the  Jew's  expected  King, 
Was  to  be  born,   and  from  what  item  to  fpring. 

24  The 


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24  The  Rabbi  all,  with  one  accord  agreed, 
That  Chrift  was  to  be  born  of  David's  feed, 
In  Bethle'm-judah,   as  it  was  of  old 

By  Micah  in  his  facred  page  foretold. 

25  Thus  advertife'd,  the  fages  took  their  way, 
'Till  guided  by  the  ftar's  refulgent  ray, 

They  came  to  Bethle'm,  where,  tho'  forely  tire'd, 
With  earner!  zeal  for  Jefus  they  enquire'd. 

26  But  when  they  juft  had  to  the  houfe  arriv'd, 
Where  the  bleft  Infant  with  his  parents  liv'd, 
The  flar,  which  led  them  from  their  native  land, 
Seem'd  o'er  the  ftatelefs  door  to  make  a  ftand. 

27  They  enter'd  to  the  homely  cot  with  joy, 
And  faw  the  Virgin  with  her  lovely  Boy, 
Then  on  their  bended  knees  upon  the  floor 
They  fell — the  gracious  Sov'reign  to  adore. 

2  8  There  various  gifts  they  offer'd  at  his  feet 

Gifts  that  to  Chrift,  in  all  refpects,  were  meet — 

Gold,  the  pure  product  of  the  wealthy  Eaft 

With  od'rous  Myrrh— and  incenfe,  of  the  beft. 

29  When  Herod  the  unwelcome  tidings  heard, 
That  Chrift,  the  true  Meftiah,  had  appear'd, 
Whilft  in  his  fwathes  as  yet  the  Babe  was  dreft, 
He  fought  to  flay  Him  at  his  mother's  breaft. 

30  A  bloody,  butchering,  and  murde'rous  crew, 
Whom  void  of  all  humanity  he  knew, 

He  fent  the  children  all  around  to  flay, 
Rather  than  Chrift  fliou'd  not  become  his  prey. 

31  The  cruel  foldiers,  to  their  orders  true, 
Inhumanly  the  hopes  of  Bethle'm  flew: 
All,  about  two  years'  old,  alike  did  fare ; 
Even  the  Tyrant's  fon  they  did  not  fpare. 

2 2  But  Mary,  warn'd  this  maflacre  to  fhun, 
At  midnight  rofe,  and  with  her  Infant  Son 
To  Egypt  travelled,  by  divine  command, 
v  Oblige'd  to  flee,  and  quit  her  native  land. 

33  There 


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DO 


There  Chrilt  fome  time  among  th' Egyptians  pan:, 
Until  his  parents  heard  the  news  at  lair, 
That  Herod,  from  whofe  cruelty  they  fled, 
Who  fought  to'  aflfaflinate  the  Child,  was  dead. 

34  On  Herod's  death,  who  had  the  Infants  (lain, 
Unto  Judea  Chrift  return'd  again, 
Where  to  his  mother  due  refpect  He  pay'd, 
And  even  Jofeph  cheerfully  obey'd. 

25  At  twelve  years  old,  a  Wonder  to  relate! 
He  with  the  Rabbies  enter'd  to  debate, 
Until  thofe  fages  wonder'd  how  a  Child 
Cou'd  be  with  fuch  prodigious  Knowledge  fill'd. 

36  When  He,  at  thirty,  to  the  Baptift  came, 
And  was  baptis'd  by  him  in  Jordan's  dream, 
The  Holy  Ghoft  defcended  from  above, 
And  tiov'ring,  perch'd  upon  him,  like  a  dove. 

37  Meanwhile  the  Father  from  on  high  declar'd 

His  will  aloud,  whilft  all  the  people  heard 

"  This  is  my  only  Son,  my  belt  belov'd, 

"  Who  is  by  me,  in  all  refpects,  approv'd." 

38  And,  after  this  miraculous  defcent, 

He  to  the  defert,  to  be  tempted,  went ; 
Where,  though  he  by  the  fiend  was  fore  affail'd, 
In  each  alTault  the  baffled  tempter  fail'd. 

39  This  conflict  o'er,  He  traveil'd  all  around, 

To  fpread  the  glorious  Gofpel's  gladfome  found, 

And  his  ftupendous  miracles  to  do, 

In  ev'ry  place,  where  He  thought  fit  to  go. 

40  He,  firft  of  all,  turn'd  water  into  wine 

Then  heal'd  all,  whom  He  law  with  ficknefs  pine 
The  blind,  He  caufe'd  to  fee — and  the  deaf  ear 
Diftinctly,  ev'ry  Word  He  fpoke,  to  hear. 

41  He  made  the  crippled  Lazar  nimbly  go, 

"  And  leap  exulting,  like  the  bounding  roe,'' 
He  made  the  woman,  who  had  many  days 
Been  bent,  her  back  as  ftrait  as  ever,  raife. 

42  Upon 


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42  Upon  the  boifb'rous  Billows,  far  from  frjore 
He  walk'd  erect,  and  ilill'd  it's  norjy  roar, 
And  by  a  (ingle  Word,   whene'er  He  pieas'd, 
When  moll  it  rage'd,  the  tempeit  he  appeas'd. 

43  To  prove,  that  He  was  God---three  dirTent  men 
He  rais'd  from  death,  and  bade  them  live  agen, 
Laz'rus,  tho'  he'd  been  three  day:,  d  ;ad,  was  one — 
Jairus's  daughter — and  the  Widow's  Son 

44  With  five  fmall  loaves  five  thoufand  men  He  fed, 
How  great  his  pow'r ! — how  filling  was  the  bread ! 
Two  mips  He  freighted  at  one  wond'rous  draught, 
Tho.  they,  who  tried  before,  had  nothing  caught. 

45  Many  a  furious  fiend  He  difpofTefs'd, 
And  gave  each  miferable  Maniac  reft  : 
Malchus'  ear,  morn  off  by  Peter's  fword, 
Without  a  falve,  He  with  a  word  reftor'd. 

46  Many  a  miracle  befides  He  wrought, 

To  prove  the  facred  doctrines  that  He  taught, 
E'er  Judas  to  deftroy  Him  lent  his  aid, 
And  for  a  bribe  his  bleffed  Lord  betray'd. 

47  He  ne'er  was  tax'd  with  guile  at  any  time, 

And  none  cou'd  juftly  charge  Him  with  a  crime  ; 
He,  like  a  lamb  with  innocence  replete, 
Was  little  honour'd,  tho'  his  pains  were  great. 

48  But  when  the  hour,  ordain'ci  by  God,  drew  nigh, 
When  He,  for  our  offences,  was  to  die, 

The  traitor  came,  in  feeming  virtue  bold, 
And  for  a  trivial  fum  his  Mailer  fold. 

49  Scarce  half  a  crown  was  to  the  villain  paid, 
When  to  the  Jews  his  Saviour  he  betray'd, 
Whom  they  to  Caiaphas  tight-pinion'd  bore, 
Although  by  Annas  queflion'd  much  before. 

50  When  they  to  Caiaphas  had  led  him  bound, 
Falfe  witneffes  encompafs'd  Him  around, 
Who  to  his  charge  unnumber'd  falsehoods  laid, 
And  things,  that  He  had  never  done,  nor  faid. 

51  The 


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§  i  The  Pontiff  then  examind  Him  full  hard, 
About  a  thoufand  ftories  he  had  heard, 
And  bound  Him  by  an  Oath  to  let  him  know, 
Whether  he  was  the  Son  of  God,  or  No. 

52  And  yet  becaufe  he  publicly  confefs'd 
That  he  was  Chrift  the  fon  of  God — the  reft 
Wou'd  fain  have  murder'd  him,  altho'  untrie'd, 
Or  ftone'd  him  on  the  fpot,  until  He  died. 

53  Some  on  his  face  their  filthy  fpittle  threw 

Some  o'er  his  eyes  in  fport  a  cov'ring  drew 

Others  with  rods  his  facred  Perfon  bruife'd, 
And  with  infulting  buffetings  abufe'd. 

54  Next  morn,  the  Chief  of  the  affembled  tribes, 
The  populace,  the  Levites,  and  the  fcribes, 
Brought  Jefus  bound,  unto  the  Judgement-hall, 
There  to  be  trie'd,  and  judge'd  before  them  all. 

55  When  Pilate  had  examin'd  him  a  while, 
And  found  in  him  no  fault,  nor  any  guile, 

His   hands  he  wafh'd  before  them — and,  at  laft, 
Tho'  with  regret,  the  fatal  fentence  paft. 

56  He  firft  of  all  condemn'd  him  to  be  ftripp'd, 
And  after  that  to  be  feverely  whipp'd, 

He  then  was  fentence'd  to  be  crucify'd, 
Like  a  bafe  (lave  or  felon,  'till  he  die'd. 

57  Thus  Chrift  was  ufe'd  by  that  inhuman  throng, 
And  forely  fcourge'd  from  ftreet  to  ftreet  along, 
Nor  was  there  left  an  inch  from  head  to  heel, 
Whereon  the  blood-ftain'd  lafh  he  did  not  feel. 

58  Then  Pilate's  foldiers,  fierceft  of  his  foes, 
Advanc'd,  and  robb'd  the  furPrer  of  his  clothes, 
And  in  their  ftead  the  vile  infulting  crew, 

A  robe  of  fcarlet  o'er  his  moulders  threw. 

59  They  platted  next  a  new  invented  crown 

Of  thorns,   and  o'er  his  temples  prefs'd  it  down, 
Until  the  blood  weli'd  from  each  fpouung  wound, 
And ftreaming  down  his  cheeks,inrich'd  the  ground. 

60  In 


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60  In  his  right  hand  an  ample  reed  they  placed, 
And  with  feign'd  homage  the  proceffion  grace'd? 
Mocking  Him  with  farcaftical  abufe, 

And  crying,    "  Hail  thou  fov'reign  of  the  Jews." 

6 1  Robb'd  of  his  clothes,  which  he  was  ufe'd  to  wear> 
On  his  bare  back,  his  crofs  they  made  Him  bear ; 
Tow'rds  Calvary  he  dragg'd  it  on  with  pain, 
Where,  on  its  brow,  the  guiltlefs  Lamb  was  flain. 

62  But.  as  they  went  to  crucify  the  Lord, 

His  hands  and  feet  they  barbaroufty  bore'd, 
And  faften'd  each  (a  (hocking  Fight  to  fee!) 
With  three  ftrong  nails  of  iron,  to  the  tree. 

6%  Yet,  though  fo  great  his  woes,  fo  fierce  his  pain? 
His  mouth  he  never  op'ned  to  complain, 
Nor  fpoke  a  word  unto  the  favage  band, 
More  than  a  fheep  beneath  the  fhearer's  hand  : 

64  But,  on  the  crofs,  (when  moil  acute  his  pains) 
His  foul,  and  all  the  blood  that  fill'd  his  veins, 
He  offer'd  as  a  facrifice  for  fin — 

For  all  the  fins  of  all  the  fons  of  men  ! 

65  His  foul  he  recommended  to  his  Sire, 

The  Judge,  whofejuftice  all  men  mufl  admire. 
Whom  he  befought,  with  his  departing  breath 
To  pardon  the  inhuman  Jews  his  death. 

66  Thus  on  the  crofs  the  bleffed  Jefus  die'd — 
Who,his  heart's  blood,  forth  guming  from  his  fide, 
With  love  unutterable,  freely  gave, 

The  fouls  of  his  true  votaries  to  fave  ! 

67  And  thus  God  gave  his  beft-beloved  Son, 
When  he  a  thoufand  woes  had  undergone, 
To  iliffer  on  the  crofs,  that  we  might  live, 
And  from  hell-torments  our  loft  fouls  reprieve  I 

68  Then  let  us  praife  Him,  both  by  night  and  day, 
And  never  fail  our  bounden  thanks  to  pay, 

For  the  vail  love  and  mercy  He  did  mow, 
When  to  redeem  us,  He  did  (loop  fo  low. 

69  Or 


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69  All  thanks  and  laud  unto  the  God  of  heaven, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy-Ghoft,  be  given, 
Who  bought  the  fouls  of  men,  at  fuch  a  rate, 
And  led  to  blifs  from  fuch  a  wretched  ftate  ! 

A  Rehearfal  of  Christ's  Love  towards 
the  World. 

1  /^Ome,  hear  me  relate  our  Redeemer's  vaft  love, 
V^l  When  to   purchafe  our  fouls  he  firft   came 

from  above-, 
That  love  bear  in  mind,  which  then  coft  him  lb  dear, 
And  ftill,  whilftyou  live,  his  bleft  memo'ry  revere. 

2  When  Satan  effay'd  with  fuccefs  to  deceive 
(Transform'd  to  a  ferpent)  our  Grandmother  Eve; 
We  then  for  an  apple  were  fold  ev'ry  one, 

And  none  cou'd  redeem  us,  but  Jefus  alone: 

3  Who,  when  he  our  wotful  condition  did  'fpy, 
Exprefsly  forfook  the  pure  Regions  on  high, 
Difdain'd  not  to  enter  the  pure  Virgin's  womb  ; 
But,  to  fave  us  from  hell,  did  our  nature  aifume. 

4  So  Mary  grew  pregnant  of  Him,  we  adore, 
(How  wond'rousathing!)by  the  Spirit's  great  pow'r, 
Though  a  maid  fcarce  to  years  of  maturity  grown, 
And  tho',  all  her  life,  fhe  a  man  ne'er  had  known. 

5  When  her  reck'ning  was  up,  e'er  the  dawning  of  day, 
Her  Son  fhe  brought  forth  on  a  bundle  of  hay, 

In  a  ftable  atBethl'em:—  in  fwaddling  clothes  dreft, 
.    In  a  manger  fhe  afterwards  laid  him  to  reft. 

6  At  his  birth  there  were  angels  from  heav'nemploy'd; 
(Who  at  their  commhTion  were  quite  overjoy'd) 
To  proclaim  to  the  world,  that  on  that  very  morn, 
Chrift   Jefus,  their  bleffed  Redeemer,  was  born. 

7  When  the  three  Eaftern  Magi  firft  lift  up  their  eyes, 
And  faw  the  new  ftar,  that  illumin'd  the  fkies, 
They  left  their  own  country,  and  traveird  from  thence 
To  worfhiD  the  Babe,  not  n  yarding  expence. 

D  8  When 


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S  When  Herod  the  birth  of  our  Saviour  firft  knew, 
To  flay  him,  he  fent  out  his  butchering  crew, 
And,  left  Chrift  fhou'd  'fcape,  he  deftroy'd  ev'ry  one 
Of  the  Infants  at  Bethl'em,  nor  fpar'd  his  own  fon 
9  But  Mary,  fhe  filently  'rofe  in  the  night, 
■   And  to  Egypt  retire'd  with  her  Child  in  a  fright-, — 
And  there  me  refided — how  long  can't  be  faid — ! — 
'Till  Herod  howe'er,  and  his  butchers  were  dead. 

10  Chrift  came  back  again  on  vile  Herod's  demife, 
To  a  nation  exceflively  dull  and  unwife, 

Where  the  Gofpel  Pie  preach'd  to  a  wrong-headed 

throng, 
Who  lov'd  not  the  truth,  for-I  can't  tell  how  long ! 

1 1  He  deign'd  moft  extra'ordi'nary  wonders  to  do, 
That  he  was  the  promis'd  MefTiah,  to  mow : 

Yet  the  Jews,  nor  the  truth,  nor  his  wonders,  believ'd, 
But  fought  to  deftroy  him,  as  long  as  he  liv'd. 

3  2  Mark'd  out  from  the  reft  by  atrait'rous  embrace, 
He  by  Judas  was  fold  to  that  reprobate  race, 
Whole  Avarice  drove  him  (fo  wretched  was  he  f) 
To  end  by  a  halter  his  days  on  a  tree. 

-i  3  The  night  Chrift  was  feiz'd,  an  efFufion  of  blood 
Sweated  down  from  his  head  to  his  heels  in  a  flood, 
On  thinking  how  bitter  the  pains !   how  fevere  ! 
Which  he  for  the  fins  of  each  age  was  to  bear. 

►14  With  torches  and  ftaves,  he  a  prifo'ner  was  made, 

As  late  after  fupper  devoutly  he  pray'd: 

With  cords  he  was  bound,  and  then  hurry'd  along 
Before  the  high-priefts  by  the  loud-fhouting  throng, 

15  Pilate  queftion'd  him  afterwards  clofely  a  while. 
But  cou'd  not  find  in  him  tranfgreflion,  or  guile ; 
Yet  wrongfully  fentence'd  the  guiltlefs  to  die, 
Though  his  hands  he  had  wafh'd — and,  he  cou'd  not 
tell  why. 

i  6  He  order'd  him,  firft,  to  be  whipp'd  'till  the  blood 
From  his  head  to  his  heels  his  bleft  body  o'erflow'd, 

Then 


i    5<     1 

Then  (that  Chrift  might  be  fix'd  to  the  Crofs)    h6 

,    commands 
Strong  nails  to  be  drove  thro'  his  feet  and  his  hands. 

17  A  large  crown  of  thorns  on  his  head,next,was  place'd, 
And  he  with  a  robe  of  fine  fcarlet  was  grace'd, 

On  the  knee,  with  mock  homage,  he  then  was  ador'd; 
With  blows  and  grimace  they  infulted  the  Lord. 

18  With  the  crofs  on  his  moulders  theyforc'd  him  to  go 
Tow'rds  Golgotha,  (never  confid'ring  his  woe !) 
To  which  they  affix'd  him  alive,   in  great  pain: 
Thus  Chrift  on  the  crofs  was  moft  cruelly  (lain  ! 

19  And,  yet  though  his  grief  and  his  pains  werefo  vaft, 
When  the  nails,  thro' his  hands  and  his  feet,  they  drove 

faft; 
As  flieep  when  they're  fhorn  feldom  murmur  or  bleat, 
His  lips  he  ne'er^ope'd,  tho'  his  wrongs  were  fo  great! 

20  But  with  pitiful  accent  his  Father  befought, 
To  pardon  the  Jews  this  deteftable  fault, 
Becaufe  that  they  were  not  then  confeious  of  guilt, 
Nor  knew  'twas  the  blood  of  their  Saviour  they  fpilt. 

21  And  thus  from  this  life  did  our  Saviour  depart, 
When  he  on  the  crofs  had  firft  fuffer'd  the  fmart, 
The  Woes,  and  the  Penance,  and  Vengeance  entire, 
Which  God  for  the  fins  of  the  world  did  require. 

22  At  the  price  of  his  blood,  by  a  death  full  of  pain, 
He  reconcile'd  man  to  his  Father  again, 

And  the  favour  of  God  to  us  finners  reftor'd  ; 
Then  ftill,  whilft  we  live,  let  us  all  praife  the  Lord! 

23  On  the  crofs,  he  the  (ins  of  us  all  did  fuftain, 

And  wafh'd  in  his  blood,  'till  not  one  did  remain — 
He  made  us  all,  kings,  and  all  priefts  unco  God  : 
Then  ftill,  whilft  we  live,  let  us  Jefus  applaud! 

24  The  law  he  fulfill'd,  and  his  Sire  fully  pleas'd, 
Our  pardon  he  bought  with  his  blood,  and  releas'd 
Our  fouls  from  hell's  dungeon— our fentence he  tore: 
Then  little,  and  great,  let  us  Jefus  adore ! 

D    2  26  The 


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25  Like  Samfon,  he  conquer'd  the  powers  beneath, 
And  our  brethren's  accufer,  the  old  Dragon,  by  death! 
By  bruifing  his  head,  he  the  victory  gain'd  : 
Then  let  us  praife  Chrift,  who  the  palm  has  obtain'd ? 

2.6  The  wrath  of  his  Sire  he  did  fully  efface — 
He  made  us  his  fons  by  adoption  and  grace — 
He  gave  us  a  fhare  in  the  kingdom  of  God — 
Then  ftill,  whilft  we  live,  let  us  Jefus  applaud  ! 

27  For  us  crowns  of  gold,  (to  encircle  each  brow) 
And  elegant  robes  of  the  whitenefs  of  fnow, 
He  purchafe'd — and  alfo  the  kingdom  of  God : 
Then  ftill,  whilft  we  breathe,  let  us  Jefus  applaud ! 

28  All  poffible  glory,  thankfgiving,  and  pow'r, 

Be  'afcribe'd  to  the  Trinity  now,  and  each  hour — 
All  praife  and  applaufe,  to  our  Saviour,  and  Head : 
And,  to  this,  let  Amen  by  each  Chriftian  be  faid  ! 

Let  us  go  to  BETHLEHEM. 

1  Y     ET's  to  Bethle'hem  all  advance, 

I  j  With  fong,    with  merriment,   and  dance, 
And  fee  the  bleft  Redeemer,  born 
To  us,  on  this  aufpicious  morn. 

2  In  Bethle'hem  He  is  to  be  feen, 
In  the  liable  of  an  inn  •, 

Let  us  there  our  gifts  beftow \ 

Let  us  all  to  fee  him  go. 

3  This  is  the  Saviour  God  above 
Sent,  out  of  his  paternal  love, 

To  fave  us  from  Death,  grifly  king  ! 
And  with  him  our  falvation  bring. 

4  Let  us  go  there  to  fee,  this  morn, 

How,  when,  and  where,  the  babe  was  born  ; 
That  we  may  view  his  bleifed  face, 
And  worfhip  Him  upon  the  place. 

5  A 


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>$  A  radiant  ftar  our  way  will  light, 
And  ferve  to  guide  our  footfteps  righr., 
'Till  to  the  happy  fpot  we  come, 
Which  He  has  chofcn  for  his  home. 

6  The  fhepherd-train  is  gone  before 
With  joy,  their  Saviour  to  adore  ; 
Let  us  with  hade  thofe  1  wains  puriue, 
And  pay  our  homage  to  Him  too. 

j  The  child  is  in  the  (table  laid, 
And  in  his  fwaddling  clothes  array'd  ; 
Where  in  a  manger  He,  between 
An  ox  and  Jofeph  may  be  feen. 

8  The  Magi  now  are  on  their  way, 

Their  off'rings  at  his  feet  to  lay 

Gold,  myrrh,  and  frankincenfe,  the  beft 
Of  all  the  produce  of  the  Eaft. 

9  Let  us  thefe  fages  overtake, 

And  hear  the  fpeeches  that  they  make, 
And  learn  from  them  what  gifts  to  bring, 
And  how  we  belt  his  praife  may  fing. 

io  For  gold  —  let  us  aright  believe — 
For  myrrh —  let's  true  repentance  give  — 
For  frankincenfe  —  let's  praifes  leave, 
And  Chrift  our  prefents  will  receive. 

1 1  The  angels  all  rejoice  on  high, 
And  pleafure  brightens  all  the  sky, 
The  hofts  of  heav'n  hymn  their  King ; 
Why  fhou'd  not  men  his  praifes  fing? 

12  Let's  to  Bethle'hem  all  repair, 
To  fee  the  prime  of  wonders  there, 
The  Godhead  human  nature  take, 
And  fuffer  for  his  people's  fake  ! 

13  Let's  th1  Eternal,  go  and  fee, 

Who  made  the  skies,  the  earth,  the  fca, 
The  ancient  Alpha,   fource  of  light, 
Become  an  Infant  in  our  fight ! 

D  3  14  Lets 


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1 4  Let's  go  vifit  God  the  Word 

On  Mary's  lap the  heaven's  Lord 

In  human  flefh  and  nature  dreft, 
And  hanging  at  his  mother's  breaft ! 

1 5  A  babe,  above  his  mother's  years, 
And  fully  equal  to  his  Sire's  !— — 

His  mother's  father; daughter's  child  !■ 

Though  fpeechlefs,  amiable  and  mild  ! 

1 6  Let's  to  Bethle'm  go,   and  fee 
The  Son  of  God  on  Mary's  knee, 
Or  Mary  dandling  in  her  hands 

The  babe,  who  all  the  world  commands  ! 

j  7  Let's  go  fee,  Death's  Victor,   bound 
In  folds  of  fwaddling-clothes  around, 
And  Him,  who'll  pull  down  Satan's  throne, 
Quite  helplefs  to  a  manger  thrown  ! 

j  8  Let's,  the  Mefiiah,  go  and  fee, 
The  Founder  of  Chriftianity, 
Our  Saviour,  glory,   grace,  and  reft, 
Now  fucking  at  his  mother's  breaft! 

19  Let's  go  fee  the  woman's  Seed, 
Ordain'd  to  make  the  ferpent  bleed, 
And  bruife  his  baneful  head,  who  firft 
Taught  man  to  eat  the  fruit  accurft. 

20  Let's  go  fee  the  wond'rous  Son, 

Form'd  of  his  mother's  flefh  alone 

A  mother,  fcarce  yet  fully  grown  ! 

A  mother,  yet  by  man  not  known  ! 

2 1  Let's  this  mother  go  to  fee- 


This  mother,  from  pollution  free  !• 
The  daughter,  lull  her  Sire  to  reft  !■ 


The  Father  at  his  daughter's  breaft  ! 

22  Let's  fee  the  architect  divine, 

Who  made  the  fun  and  planets  fhine, 
And  form'd  the  firmament's  vaft  plain, 
Let's  fee  him  in  a  ftable  lain ! 

23  Let's 


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•23  Let's  fee  the  God,  in  glory  great, 
Wont  with  his  fpan  the  skies  to  mete, 
Now  bedlefs  in  a  manger  laid, 
And  in  a  forry  drefs  array'd  ! 

24  Let's  go  fee  the  blefTed  Lamb, 
(Such  ne'er  before  a  lhepherd  came) 
The  Lamb  of  God,  fen t  down  in  time, 
To  free  the  world  of  ev'ry  crime  ! 

25  Let's  go  fee  our  Saviour  dread, 
Ordain'd  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead, 
"Who  will  convey  us  all  on  high, 

On  angels  pinions  to  the  sky. 

26  See,   ftruck  with  aweful  rev'rence  dumb, 
Omnipotence,    now  weak  become  ! 
The  God,  man— and  the  man,  God,  fee  ! 
Who  fees  Him  fo- -thrice  blefs'd  is  He. 


CHRIST  is  All  in  All. 

1  5npl  S  Chrift,  'tis  Chrift  himfelf,  that's  all  in  all  • 

X     Without  Him,  man  mull  to  perdition  fall : 
No  thing,    no  perfon,    befides  Chrift  alone, 
Can  for  the  fins  of  human  kind  atone. 

2  The  ferpent  with  an  apple  man  deceiv'd  — 
The  ferpent  man  of  Paradiie  bereav'd  — 
The  ferpent  poifon'd  all  the  race  with  fin  — 
The  ferpent  to  hell's  horrors  hurl'd  them  in. 

3  Each  man  on  earth  as  certainly  muft  go 
Into  the  dungeon  of  infernal  woe, 

As  if  he  there  had  been  already  got ; 

If  Chrift  from  that  fad  doom  preferves  him  not. 

4  Chrift  left  (to  buy  us)  the  angelic  hoft  — 
Chrift  fave'd  us,   when  we  ev'ry  one  were  loft  — 
Chrift  from  all  kind  of  woes  our  bofoms  free'd — 
Chrift  to  celeftial  blifs  our  fouls  will  lead. 

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5  From  the  fell  dragon's  mouth— the  lion's  paws- — 
The  toils  of  Satan, — and  the  tiger's  claws— 
Chrift  fnatch'd  us  ev'ry  one— and  what  is  more, 
From  hell's  deep  dungeon,  and  the  Devil's  pow'r. 

6  Satan  can  not  deftroy  and  murder  more, 
Than  Jefus  can  with  eafe  to  life  reftore  : 

All  that  the  ferpent's  pois'nous  fcing  has  (lain, 
Shall  by  the  Lamb's  own  blood  be  heal'd  again. 

7  Chrift.  is  the  woman's  Seed,  ordain'd  of  yore 
By  God,  to  trample  on  the  ferpent's  pow'r, 
To  crufh  his  fkull,  to  overturn  his  fway, 
And  from  his  fangs  to  match  the  deftin'd  prey, 

8  To  conquer  Satan,  none  can  e'er  fucceed, 
Unlefs  aflifted  by  the  woman's  Seed : 
None  can  efcape  from  his  tyrannic  fway, 
Unlefs  by  Jefus  he  be  fetch'd  away. 

9  Chrift  only,  is  the  Seed,  the'  Almighty  pow'r 
Promis'd  to  Abraham  in  the  days  of  yore, 
To  free  us  from  the  curfe,  wherein  we  live, 
And  give  us  all  the  Bleftings,  heav'n  can  give.     * 

io  Chrift,  is  the  Shiloh  fent  us  from  above, 
Our  Slavery  and  Bondage  to  remove. 
From  vice  our  erring  footfteps  to  reclaim, 
And  teach  us  to  adore  the  facred  Name. 

1 1   Chrift  is  the  Tree,  whence  ev'ry  one  that  lives 
On  earth,  his  food,  and  nourifnment  receives : 
No  one  fhall  death's  eternal  forrows  meet, 
Who  fhall  of  it's  immortal  fruitage  eat. 

j  2  Chrift  is  the  Ark,whichfrom  th'o'erwhelmingdeep, 
Did  Noah  erft,  and  all  his  houfehold,  keep : 
Chrift  likewife  is  the  only  Ark  can  fave 
The  prefent  age,  from  fin's  all-cov'ring  wave. 

j  3  Chrift  is  the  Ladder,  Jacob  did  behold, 

Which  reach'd  from  heaven  down  to  earth,  of  old  : 
Up  this,  all  muft  afcend,  who  fain  wou'd  rife, 
And  fcale  the  fteepy  fummit  of  the  skies. 

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14-Chrift  is  the  mighty  Seer,  lent  from  the  sky, 
And  his  own  boiom,  by  the  Lord  moft  high. 
His  iacred  will  and  pleafure  to  declare  : 
Let  us,  on  pain  of  death,  his  mandates  hear. 

15  Chrift   is  the  brazen  Serpent,   who  is  found 
Alone  to  cure  the  fie'ry  lerpent's  wound  : 
Let  us  to  Him  our  ev'ry  ail  make  known, 
And  He  will  heal  us  with  a  look  alone. 

16  (Thrift's  the  high-prieft,  who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
His  heart's  warm  treafure,  for  his  church's  good, 
Upon  the  crofs  to  his  eternal  Sire, 

To  fave  the  world  from  everlafting  fire. 

17  Chrift  is  a  King,,  endue'd  with  might  and  grace, 
Who  wifely  governs  his  elected  race, 

Who  plucks  their  haughty  adverfaries  down, 
That  each  may  win  and  wear  a  glorious  crown. 

1 8  Chrift  is  the  watchful  Shepherd,  who  does  keep 
From  ev'ry  ill  his  ne'er-neglected  fheep  •, 

So  that  no  lion,  wolf,  or  beaft  of  prey, 
Can  from  his  Mock  one  lambkin  fteal  away. 

19  Chrift,  and  Chrift  only,  is  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Who  caufed  his  Father's  furious  wrath  to  ceale, 
And  by  his  blood,  ihed  on  the  curfed  tree, 
Made  God  and  man,  before  at  odds,    agree. 

20  Chrift  is  the  Rofe,   in  Sharon's  wilds  that  blooms, 
And  fills  the  defert  with  it's  fweet  perfumes, 
That  by  it's  colour  elevates  our  hearts, 

And  to  our  fainty  fpirits  life  imparts. 

21  Chrift  is  the  Balm  of  Gilead,  only  found 
Of  force  to  clofe  each  widely-gaping  wound, 
Which  Satan  gives,  with  his  fin-pointed  dart, 
To  each  bad  confcience,  and  polluted  heart. 

22  Chrift  is  the  Manna,   fent  us  from  above 
By  God  himfelf,  out  of  his  wondVous  love  : 
Whoe'er,  with  faith,  fhall  on  this  banquet  feaft, 
Shall  never  more  by  hunger  be  diftreft. 

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2 3  Chrift  is  the  Pafchal  Lamb,  that  erft  was  flain 
For  fin,  when  on  the  crofs  He  fuffer'd  pain  •, 
Who,  by  his  blood,  each  foul  fo  well  does  keep, 
That  Satan  from  his  fold  can't  Heal  a  fheep. 

24  Chrift  is  the  Altar,  v/hereon,  night  and  day, 
Prayer  and  praife,  fweet  incenfe !    all  fhou'd  lay — - 
Sweet  incenfe,  lighted  by  devotion's  fire, 

For  their  Creator,  light's  immortal  Sire. 

25  Chrift's  the  Phyfician,  whofe  moft  precious  blood 
Alone,  can  do  the  finful  Chriftian  good, 

And  heal  thofe  Pains  which  vile  tranfgreffors  feel— 
Thofe  rankling  pains  which  nothing  elfe  can  heal. 

26  'Tis  Chrift,  and  Chrift  alone  can  intercede 
For  us  with  God,  and  with  our  Maker  plead  : 
'Tis  Chrift,  and  Chrift  himfelf  alone,  that  can 
Make  up  the  deadly  breach,  'twixt  God  and  man. 

27  Chrift  is  our  Advocate, — 'tis  he  alone 

Can  plead  our  caufe,  before  th' Almighty's  throne. 
When  Satan,  ever  our  accufing  foe, 
Wou'd  fain  obtain  our  final  overthrow. 

28  Chrift  is  our  fov'reign  Lord — Chrift  is  our  Prieft— 

Chrift  is  our  Prophet our  Protector's  Chrift — 

Chrift  is  our  Shepherd — Chrift's  our Judge,lb dread, 
Chrift  is  our  Saviour — Chrift's  our  chief  and  Head. 

29  Chrift  is  the  Alpha,  e'er  the  ages  paft- 


Chrift  is  the'  Omega,  which  muft  always  laft- 
Chrift  is  falvation's  fource,    as  well  as  end- 


Chrift  is  our  patron,  and  ne'er- failing  friend  ! 

30  Chrift  has  th'  ufurping  tyrant  Death  o'erthrown— 
Chrift's  death  has  fpoil'd,  and  made  his  arms  his  own-- 
Chrift  has  devour'd  the  ghaftly-vifage'd  king — 
Chrift  has  bereav'd  Him  of  his  pointed  fting. 

31  Chrift  all  the  keys  of  Death  does  clofely  keep, 
As  well  as  thofe  of  Hell's  tremendous  deep  ♦, 
So  that  no  Fiend  or  Angel  e'er  can  hope 
Without  his  leave,  their  clofe-barr'd  valves  to  ope. 

32  Chrift 


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32  Chrift  is  the  Pelican,  fo  kindly  good, 

That  heals  his  young-ones  with  his  flowing  blood; 
And  brings  them  back  to  light  and  life  again, 
When  they  were  by  the  wily  ferpent  flain. 

33  Chrift  is  the  Pelican,  fo  kindly  good, 

That  heals  his  brethren  with  his  heart's  dear  blood, 
And  brings  them  fafeiy  back  to  life  again, 
When  they,    thro'  fin,  had  been  by  Satan  flain. 

34  There  is  nofalve,  that  ever  yet  was  found, 
Nor  medicine,  can  heal  fin's  deadly  wound, 
Befides  our  blefTed  Saviour's  precious  blood, 
The  fole  fpecific,  that  can  do  us  good  ! 

35  Chrift  is  the  Pearl,  which  we  fhou'd  all  explore, 
The  man,  who  has  it,  never  can  be  poor  ! 

To  find  it,   over  lands  and  oceans  hafte 

To  purchafe  it,  when  found,  fell  all  thou  haft. 

36  Chrift  is  himfelf  the  whole  that's  requifite, 
(To  fave  our  fouls)  in  the  Almighty's  fight : 
For  nought  can  to  the  Deity  atone 

For  the  loft  fouls  of  men,  but  Chrift  alone. 

3  j  'Tis  Chrift  himfelf,  and  it  is  Chrift  alone, 

Chrift  unaflifted,  and  Chrift  league'd  with  none  — 
Chrift,  without  ought  but  Chrift  himfelf,  can  keep 
The  fouls  of  men  from  Hell's  unfathom'd  deep. 

38  Chrift  is  the  ranfom,   for  tranfgreflion  paid 

Chrift  is  our  ofPring,  facrifice,  and  aid 

Chrift  is  our  treafure Chrift's  our  only  gain — 

Chrift  is  the  Saviour  of  the  faithful  train. 

39  Chrift  is  with  ev'ry  ufeful  gift  replete, 

Which  for  the  fouls  of  finful  men  is  meet 

In  Chrift  alone  is  found  each  faving  grace, 
Expedient  to  preferve  a  wretched  race. 

40  Chrift  is  himfelf  our  perfect  Righteoufnefs 

Chrift  is  our  Wifdom,  and  our  Holinefs- 


Chnft  fave'd  us,  and  Chrift  bought  us  with  a  price 
Chrift  is  our  comfort — Chrift  our  Saviour  is. 

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41  5Tis  Chrift,  and  Chrift  alone,  that  can  afluage, 

And  totally  remove  his  Father's  rage 

'Tis  Chrift  himfelf,  and  none,  but  Chrift,  that  can 
Reftore,  and  juftify,  corrupted  man. 

42  Chrift,  without  help  from  either  man,  or  maid — 
Chrift,  without  any  faint's,  or  faintefs'  aid 

, Chrift,  and  nought  elfe  but  Chrift  alone,  can  keep 
The  fouls  of  men  from  the  wide-yawning  deep. 

43  Chrift,  and  Chrift  only,  felt  the  racking  pain, 
Whilft  on  the  Crofs  He  did  for  us  remain; 

And  none  afiifted  Him,  to  fave  us,  then 

Not  even  one  of  all  the  fons  of  men. 

44  Peter,  thro'  fear,  his  fuft'ring  Lord  deny'd, 
The'  Apoftles  either  fled,  or  turn'd  afide, 
And  timid  Mary  nothing  did  but  weep : 
Whilft  Jefus  only  die'd  to  fave  the  fheep. 

45  No  one  but  Chrift  himfelf  has  ever  been 
Beneath  the  cumbrous  weight  of  all  our  fin  : 
None  ever  fweated  drops  of  Blood  before, 

But  Chrift,  when  He  our  foul  tranfgreflions  bore. 

46  None  for  our  fins,  but  Chrift,  was  crucify'd, 
Nor  to  redeem  his  chofen  poeple  die'd  : 

No  one,  but  Chrift,  his  father  fully  pleas'd 

No  one,  but  Chrift,  our  wounds'  vaft  anguifh  eas'd. 

47  No  one,  but  Chrift,  cou'd  pluck  our  fouls  away, 
When  they  were  otherwife  the  Devil's  prey : 

No  one,  but  Chrift,  the  tyrant  Death  o'er  pow'r'd, 
And  the  Devourer,  none  but  he,  devour'd. 

48  Chrift  only  has  Death,  grimface'd  monarch  !  foil'd 

Chrift  only  has  all  pow'rs  that  are,  defpoil'd 

Chrift  has  the  bond,  that  tied  us  down,  repeal'd- 
Chrift  paid  our  ranfom,  Chrift  our  pardon  feal'd. 

+9  'Twas  Chrift,  our  peace  with  the  Almighty  wrought, 
'Twas  Chrift,  our  blifs  and  our  Salvation  bought, 
'Twas  Chrift,  that  all  of  us  God's  children  made— 
'Twas  Chrift,  that  fave'd  us  by  his  potent  aid. 

50  'Twas 


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50  'Twas  Chrift,  and  Chrift  alone,  that  did  the  whole* 
And  from  diftrefs  drew  each  devoted  foul : 
Nothing  but  Chrift  alone,  thro'  God,  can  fave- 
Our  fouls  from  hell,  our  bodies  from  the  grave. 

51  Ne'er  was  there  Angel,  Prophet,  Saint  of  yore, 
Nor  any  man,  that  woman  ever  bore, 

Nor  any  one  but  Chrift  himfelf,  who  e'er 
Did  as  the  Saviour  of  mankind  appear. 

52  Our  God,  to  fave  a  Race  forlorn,  thinks  fit 
No  angel's  mediation  to  admit, 

No  mortal's  merits,  or  no  martyr's  blood, 
Nought  but  Chrifts  own,  can  do  a  Chriftian  good. 

5$  Chrift  is  for  fin  the  prop'reft  recompence, 
There  can't  a  better  be  for  man's  offence, 
A  fmaller  recompence  can't  be  allow'd, 
(So  vile  is  fin  \)  than  the  Beloved's  blood. 

54  Put  no  man's  blood  with  Chrift's  upon  a  par, 
And  no  one's  merit's  e'er  with  Chrift's  compare : 
The  blood  of  finful  wretches,   fuch  as  we, 
Can  never  with  our  Saviour's  blood  agree. 

5 $  The  blood  of  Chrift,  his  covenanted  blood 
Alone,  can  cleanfe  tranfgrefTion's  fetid  flood  : 
For  not  the  blood  of  all  the  martyrs  flain 
Can  wafh  away  thy  very  ilighteft  ftain. 

56  'Tis  not  a  work  by  faints,  or  angels,  done, 
But  'tis  the  Work  of  Jefus  Chrift  alone, 
The'  endanger'd  fouls  of  finful  men  to  fave 
From  Satan's  wiles,  from  hell,  and  from  the  gravee 

$j  Two  fev'ral  natures  muft  in  one  unite, 

E'er  man  can  i"hun  the  gloomy  realms  of  night ; 
Before  our  ever-bleft  Redeemer  can 
Preferve  one  foul,  he  muft  be  God  and  man. 

58  The  Work  of  God  or  man  alone,  can't  keep 
A  fingle  finner  from  hell's  hideous  deep : 
But  God  and  Man,  united  both  in  one, 
Can  for  the  fins  of  all  the  World  atone. 

59   Manki; 


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59  Mankind's  Redeemer  mu ft  be  God  and  man, 
E'er  He  (confider  well  the  wond'rous  plan  f ) 
Can  fave  thy  foul,  and  fet  it  wholly  free 
From  penal  fire,  and  endlefs  mifery. 

60  He  muft  be  God,  and  for  his  might  ador'd, 
E'er  He  can  flay  the  fury  of  the  Lord, 
And  refcue  thee  from  Satan,  and  the  foes 
Of  ev'ry  fort,  that  wou'd  thy  blifs  oppofe. 

61  E'er  He  for  man  can  fuffer, — He  muft  be 
A  Man,  from  ev'ry  vice  and  error  free, 
Whofe  death  muft  be  equivalent  to  all 
The  deaths  of  thofe  on  this  terreftrial  ball. 

62  In  all  the  earth  beneath,  or  fides  above, 
There's  not  a  Saviour  fo  replete  with  love, 
As  the  incarnate  Word — nor  fuch  another 

As  Jefus  Chrift,  our  God,  and  yet  our  brother. 

6$  There's  not  a  creature  of  all  thofe  that  dwell 
On  earth,  can  fave  a  fingle  foul  from  hell ; 
That  is  a  tafk,  no  other  power  can 
Perform,  but  our  Redeemer,  God  and  Man. 

64  There  is  no  fure  Salvation  to  be  found, 
Tho'  you  fhou'd  fearch  the  univerfe  around, 
But  that  which  is  thro*  Jefus  Chrift  attain'd, 
Whom  God,  to  refcue  us  from  death,  ordain'd. 

65  There  is  no  name  beneath  the  copes  of  heaven, 
No  other  name  to  finful  mortals  given, 
Whereby  they  may  be  fav'd  from  death,  but  One -5 
And  that's  the  name  of  Jefus  Chrift  alone. 

66  God  will  of  none,  but  Jefus  Chrift  admit, 
To  be  his  partner — none  befides  is  fit 

To  be  with  Him  in  the  great  Work  conjoin'd, 
Which  is  to  fave  the  fouls  of  all  mankind. 

6  j  The  Son  of  God  himfelf  is  not  inclin'd, 

That  any  creature  fhou'd  with  Him  be  join'd, 

The  world's  Salvation  fully  to  fecure  ! 

For  who  like  Him,  is  perfect  ?  who  is  pure  ? 

68  He, 


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68  He,  of  Himfelf,  will  fave  his  chofen  race, 
Or  elfe  He  never  will  in  any  cafe, 

(So  inconfiftent's  the  conjunction!)  deign 
With  any  creature  in  the  Work  to  join. 

69  Chrift  will  not  give  (how  good  foe'er  they  are) 
To  faint  or  angel,  any  part  or  mare, 

To  man,  or  idol  form'd  of  gold  or  ftone, 
Of  th'  adoration  due  to  Him  alone. 

70  Shou'd  any  be  of  fo  infane  a  mind, 
As  to  attempt  another  guard  to  find, 

Let  Him,  who  lifts,  the  pow'rlefs  guard  purfuc^ 
But  let  him  nothing  have,  with  Chrift,  to  do. 

7 1  To  Saints,  or  Images, let  fome  apply, 

And  on  their  impotent  fupport  rely  ; 

But  my  poor  foul  will  never  feek  for  one 
To  give  it  aid,  but  Jefus  Chrift  alone. 

72  Give  me,  O  God !  thy  well-beloved  Son, 
'Tis  Chrift,  'tis  Jefus  Chrift,  I  beg  alone, 
Whate'er,  befides,  thou  addeft  to  my  ftore, 
Give  me  but  Chrift,  and  I  fhall  afk  no  more. 

73  Give  me,  O  God!  for  my  Protector,,  Chrift * 

Give  me  Chrift  for  my  King,  and  for  my  Prieft, 
My  Prophet,  my  Redeemer,  and  Support, 

To  whom  I  may  in  each  Diftrefs  refort ! 

74  Tho'  nought  but  Chrift  fhou'd  to  my  fhare  be  given 
By  our  immortal  Sire,  that  dwells  in  heaven, 

I  have  enough 1  have  the  whole  I  crave, 

If  I  have  Chrift though  nothing  elfe  I  have. 

75  If  I  have  Chrift,  He'll  change  my  nature  quite, 
And  make  the  child  of  hell,  a  child  of  light — 
From  Satan's  (lave,  and  from  a  man  undone, 

I  then  fhall  be  Chrift's  member,  and  God's  fon. 

76  Though  I  fhou'd  gold  and  filver  have  in  ftore, 
With  houfes,  and  wide  manors  in  my  pow'r, 
What  boots  it,  ev'ry  thing  I  want,  to  have, 
Unlefs  I've  Chrift,  my  finful  foul  to  fave  ? 

77  Take 


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77  Take  out  my  heart — take  out  my  precious  eyes— 
Take  all  my  wealth,  my  friends,  whom  moft  I  prize; 

Take  all,  in  ihort,  I  have: but  don't,  I  pray, 

Take  my  Redeemer,  Jefus  Chriit  away. 

78  Let  Soldiers  talk  of  wars,  and  battles  fought 

Let  Sailors  talk  of  wealth  from  India  brought — 

Let  Mifers  talk  of  chefts  with  gold  well  ftor'd 

But  let  the  Chriftian's  talk  be  of  the  Lord. 


ADAM'S   Race. 

1      A    DAM  and  Eve's,  unhappy,  finful,  Race, 
/\.  Late  heirs  apparent  of  the  fiery  lake, 

To  you,  great  joy  is  come- your  forrows  chafe, 

And  from  your  ftupid  lethargy  awake ! 

2  To-day  (fays  th'  angel  Gabriel,  ever- true, 
The  faithful  bearer  of  Jehovah's  will) 
Was  Jefus  Chrift,  the  Saviour,  born  to  you, 
Your  chief  fupport  in  each  incumbent  ill, 

3  Then  let  us  fhout  aloud,  rejoice,  and  fing, 
And  with  Hofannahs  make  the  Ikies  refound ; 
For  now,  to  earth,  the'  Almighty  peace  did  bring, 
And  his  Good-will  did  tow'rds  mankind  abound. 

"4  This  is  the  prop,  the  branch,  the  woman's  Seed, 
For  Adam's  comfort,  by  God's  promife,  given, 
To  crufh  beneath  his  heel  the  ferpent's  head, 
When  he  from  Eden's  blifsful  groves  was  driven. 

£  This  is  old  Sarah's  Seed,  Jehovah  deign'd 
To  promife  Abraham,  all  his  race  to  blefs, 
From  Age  to  Age,  'till  royal  David  reign'd, 
The  nobleft  branch  fprung  from  the  root  of  JeiTe'  1 

6  This  is  the  Shiloh,  Jacob  erft  foretold, 
To  be  the  folace  of  the  mournful  Jews, 
When  they  the  crown,  their  monarchs  wore  of  old, 
Shou'd  to  an  Idumean  flranger  lofe  ! 

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7  This  is  the  Prince,  the'  Emmanuel  benign, 
The  virgin-mother's  long-expected  boy, 
Promis'd  to  Ahaz  by  the  Word  divine, 
To  lead  us  to  the  realms  of  endlefs  joy  ! 

S  This  is  the  Judge,  foretold  in  Micah's  page, 

From  Bethle'hems  little  city  to  arile  ! 

This  is  the  eternal  Chief,  from  age  to  age 
Ordain'd  to  lead  his  vot'ries  to  the  ikies ! 

9  This  is  the  Prophet  and  the  promis'd  King  ! 
This  is  the  Prieft,  decreed  to  quell  the  foe! 
This  is  the  Victim,  offer'd  for  our  fin, 
And  doom'd  the  works  of  Satan  to  o'erthrow! 

io  You've  heard  how  Satan  erft,  with  wiles  replete, 
Old  mother  Eve  in  Paradife  deceiv'd, 
Rafhly  of  the  forbidden  fruit  to  eat, 
And  how  her  hufband  part  from  her  receiv'd! 

1 1  When  thus  the  Fiend  our  Parents  overcame, 
And  taught  themGod's  commandment  to  tranfgrefs  5 
Subject  to  death,  both  they  and  we,  became, 
And  to  each  form  and  fpecies  of  diftrefs. 

12  From  Death  and  Hell  no  pcrfon  cou'd  be  found 
Our  fouls,  by  his  own  furF rings,  to  relieve, 
But  God's  own  Son,  for  Juftice  mod  renown'd— 
That  God,  whom  by  our  fins  fo  oft  we  grieve  ! 

13  This  very  Son  of  God  mo  ft  high  was  doom'd 
The  worft  of  deaths  to  fuffer  on  the  tree  j 
When  He  our  fieih  had  readily  afTum'd, 

To  fet  us  from  his  Sire's  difpleafure  free  : 

14  And  had  not  God  out  of  his  mercy  deign'd 
This  Son  to  give — to  fave  us  all  from  Hell : 
All  there,  without  exception,  had  remain'd, 
For  ever  force'd  in  endlefs  pains  to  dwell. 

r  5  God  foon  did  at  our  wretched  ftate  relent, 
With  tender  pity  and  companion  move'd; 
And,  as  he  promis'd,  to  redeem  us  fent 
His  onlv  Son,  whom  more  than  all  He  loveM 

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1 6  To  earth,  from  the  delightful  realms  above, 
When  he  perceiv'd  the  proper  time  was  come, 
God  fent  the  object  of  his  deareft  love, 

Our  fleih  and  human  nature  to  affume. 

17  A  human  body,  in  a  happy  hour, 

Our  Saviour  took  from  Mary,  ftill  a  maid, 
Who,  by  a  marvelous  and  facred  pow'r 
Conceiv'd — without  a  thought  of  flefhly  aid. 

1 8  Wonder  of  wonders  ! without  fin,  or  blame, 

Our  Lord  was  born,  from  one  to  man  unknown— 
A  perfect  man,  whom  the'  Holy  Ghoft  did  frame 
Without  man's  help,  by  pow'r  divine  alone! 

j 9  Mary,  when  fhe  conceiv'd  our  Saviour  firft, 

Was  ftill  a  maid — a  maid  e'en  at  his  birth 

When  marry'd,  ftill  a  maid— and  when  fhe  nurft— 
And  ftill  a  maid,  e'en  when  fhe  left  the  earth, 

20  But  as  our  guilt  Chrift  undertook  to  bear, 
-  His  very  birth  was  fubject  to  diftrefs  ; 

A  wretched  ftable  was  his  palace,  here 

A  fwathe,  and  fomepoor  clothes,  his  richeft  drefs, 

2 1  Yet,  howe'er  humble  his  appearance  here, 
That  ail  to  Him  might  proper  homage  mow, 
God  caufe'd  a  ftar  in  heaven  to  appear, 
Bright  as  the  fun,  to  wait  on  Him  below. 

22  Three  royal  Sages,  from  the  diftant  Eaft, 
E'en  from  Chaldea,  came  to  feek  the  Lord, 
Who,  on  their  knees,  the  fwaddled  Babe  addrefs'd, 
And  as  their  Sov'reign  King  and  God  ador'd. 

23  With  three  rich  prefents,  they  the  Babe  did  greet. 
Which  to  Chrift's  offices  did  all  belong, 


And  humbly  laid  them  at  his  facred  feet- 


Gold,  myrrh,  and  frankincenfe,  of  fragrance  ftrong. 

24  Defcending  angels  alfo  came,  and  told 
That  He  was  the  Mefliah,  p  omis'd  man 
To  be  his  Saviour  from  the  days  of  old, 
By  Gcd  himfelf,  juft  as  the  world  began. 

25  Heav'n 


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2  5  Heav'n  ope'd,  earth  fhone,  at  this  ftupendous  birth, 
And  the'  angel  cry'd,  on  that  aufpicious  morn, 
"  Glory  to  God  above,  and  peace  on  earth, 
u  This  Day  the  Saviour  of  the  World  is  born." 

26  Whate'er,  thro'  her  neglect,  old  Eve  once  loft, 
When  fhe  at  firft  the  law  divine  tranfgrefs'd, 
We  now  (as  we  moil  happily  may  boail) 

By  the  Median's  birth,  have  repoffefs'd. 

27  Our  Saviour  left  the  glorious  realms  of  blifs, 
On  purpoie  to  defeat  our  wily  foe, 

To  thwart  his  views,  to  lave  us  from  the'  abyfs, 
And  to  preferve  us  from  all  pain  and  woe. 

28  So  great  was  the  Almighty  Father's  love 
For  us,  old  Eve's  vile,  fin-polluted  race, 
That  He  dilpatch'd  our  Saviour  from  above, 
Out  of  mere  pity  to  our  woeful  cafe. 

29  So  anxious  too  was  Chrift  our  fouls  to  fave, 
Which  now  obnoxious  to  damnation  lie, 
That  his  own  life  and  foul  He  freely  gave, 
And  for  his  flock  the  fhepherd  deign'd  to  die. 

30  The  Death,  which  we  deferv'd,  for  us  He  bore, 
And  clear'd  our  debts,  which  unaccounted  flood, 
He  paid  the  forfeit,  and  the  writing  tore, 

And  dearly  bought  our  pardon  with  his  Blood 

31  His  heart's  bed  Blood  He  for  an  off' ring  laid, 
And  for  our  fake  reproach  and  fhame  endure'd  : 
So  God  was  reconcile'd,  our  ranlbm  paid, 

And  our  Salvation  perfectly  fecure'd— — — 

32  That  pardon,  which  with  his  own  Life  He  bought, 
When  to  releafe  loft  finners  from  their  chains, 
He  laid  it  down,  tho'  void  of  any  fault, 

And  fave'd  the  world  from  everlafting  pains. 

33  If  then  on  Him  our  confidence  be  laid, 
Certain  remiflion  (hall  for  us  be  found, 
Nor  need  we  of  thofe  torments  be  afraid, 
With  which  the  yelling  vaults  of  hell  refound. 

E  2  34  For 


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34  For  Satan  is  deftroy'd,  and  Death  fubdu'd, 
And  Hell  of  it's  allured  prey  defpoil'd  •, 
The  fouls  of  men  by  mercy  are  renew'd, 
And  all  the  fiends  by  the  Mefiiah  foiPd. 

35  Old  Adam  hurPd  us  to  the  deep  abyfs, 
From  Paradife  with  ev'ry  pleafure  bleft; 
But  Chrift  reftore'd  us  to  the  feats  of  blifs, 
Where  we  mall  ever  with  th'  Almighty  reft. 

36  He  is  the  guiltlefs  Lamb,  which  in  their  ire 
The  Jews  erft  flew,   Jehovah's  gracious  Heir  I 
The  wifh  of  nations,  and  the  world's  defire  ! 
Our  only  joy  and  folace  in  defpair  ! 

3  7  He  is  the  reprobated  Corner- Hone, 

The  Rock,  ordain'd  to  give  the  Jews  offence  ; 
But  precious  as  a  pearl,  to  us  that  own 
Him,  for  our  true  Mefiiah  and  our  Prince. 

38  Though,  beyond  meafure,  our  foul  fins  extend, 
And,  like  Gomorrah's  citizens,  we  live  ; 

If  we  believe,  and  our  bad  lives  amend, 
He'll  get  us  all  a  free  and  full  reprieve. 

39  One  facred  drop,  of  the  bleft  Blood  He  Hied, 
Can  wafh  away  our  vile  offences  quite, 

Tho'  as  the  purple,  deep — as  fcarlet,  red—— 
And  make  them  than  the  drifted  fnow  more  white, 

40  If  then  we  place  our  truft  in  Chrift  alone, 

And  humbly  ferve  Him — He  our  fouls  will  bring 
ToHeav'n's  bleft  maniionss,  near  his  facred  throne. 
To  chant  the  praifes  of  th'  eternal  King 

41  Thofe  manfions,  where  fweet  pleafure  and  delight, 
Where  peace  and  joy  in  fuch  excefs  abound, 

As  ear  ne'er  heard  of — nor  e'er  blefs'd  the  fight— 
Nor  e'er  in  thought  in  any  heart  were  found. 

42  Then  let  us  laud,  with  all  our  might  and  main, 
Our  Saviour  Chrift,  to  us  for  ever  dear, 
Who,thro'  Death's  bitter  pangs, our  fouls  from  pain 
Reliev'd,  and  from  Hell's  dungeons  dark  and  drear. 

34  O 


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43  O  let  us  ftill  each  blefTed  Perfon  praife, 
Which  in  the  facred  Trinity  is  found, 
So  ready,  ever  fince  old  Adam's  days, 
To  bring  men's  fouls  to  heav'n  from  hell  profound. 


Advice  to  a  Sinner,  to  come  to  C  h  r  i  s  t. 

i  /^Omc,  thou  vile  wretch,  thou  veteran  in  fin, 
\^J  With  faith  and  tears,  come  to  the  Son  of  God! 
3Tis  He,  the  Son  of  God,  that  calls  thee  in, 
If  thou  art  weary  of  thy  cumbrous  load. 

2  'Tis  Chrift  himfelf,   that  calls  thee  from  above, 
'Tis  Chrift  commands,   and  who  can  difobey  ? 
'Tis  Chrift,  that  deigns  thy  troubles  to  remove, 
If  thou  to  Him,  thro'  faith,  wilt  come  away  ! 

3  Come  thou  to  Chrift,  however  great  thy  crimes, 
Come  thou,  thy  life  however  vile  and  ill, 
Come  thou,  and  beg  his  needful  aid  betimes  ; 
For  he  can  fave  thee,  whenfoe'er  he  will. 

4  Though  thou  in  Adam  once  were  ruin'd  quite, 
Though  thou  wert  fnare'd  by  the  infidious  Fiend, 
Though  thou  haft  fo  incens'd  the  God  of  might, 
Believe  in  Chrift,  Fle'll  fave  thee  in  the  end. 

5  Though  thou  wert  in  Iniquiiy  conceiv'd, 
Though  thou  fo  very  lewd  a  life  haft  led, 
When  thou  haft  once  Chrift's  covenant  receiv'd, 

'  He'll  cleanfe  thy  filth,  and  raife  thee  from  the  dead. 

6  Though  thou  by  nature  art  to  God  a  foe, 
Though  thou  wert  born  of  a  corrupted  line, 

Believe  in  Chrift thou  (halt  no  more  be  fo — 

But  a  great  fav'rite  of  thy  Sire  divine. 

y  Though  thou  to  Satan  art  become  a  Have, 
Though  to  his  wiles  thou  haft  been  made  a  prey, 
Believe  in  Chrift— from  Satan's  den  He  11  lave 
Thy  foul,  and  bring  thee  up  to  perfect  day. 

E  3  S  Though 


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8  Though  thou  Damnation  doft  deferve  in  hell, 
And  all  the  tortures  that  the  Devils  bear  •, 
Believe  in  Chrift — in  heaven  thou  fhalt  dwell, 
And  thy  Creator  laud  for  ever  there. 

9  Though  thou  art  now  a  headftron?  rebel  grown, 
And  turn'd  a  fiend,  who  waft  a  faint  before; 
Believe  in  Chrift — he'll  take  thee  for  his  own, 
And  make  thee,  from  a  fiend,  a  faint  once  more. 

io  Tho'  thou'rt  condemn'd,  thro'  ancientAdam's  fault 
Who  poifon'd  and  infected  all  his  race ; 
Believe  in  Chrift — and  thou  fhalt  yet  be  brought 
To  heav'n,  in  fpite  of  Adam's  foul  difgrace. 

ii  Though  Satan  feiz'd  thy  bofom,  as  his  prey, 
And  took  pofTeflion  of  the  fencelefs  feat ; 
Believe  in  Chrift — he'll  take  his  arms  away, 
And  out  of  doors  the  fell  intruder  beat. 

1 2  Though  thieves,  of  ev'ry  virtue  robb'd  thy  foul, 
And  wounded  thee  with  a  felonious  rage  ; 

The  true  Samaritan  will  make  thee  whole, 
And  thy  deep  wound's  exceffive  pain  afTuage. 

13  Altho'   the  fie'ry  Serpent  ftung  thy  heart, 
And  fhot  his  venom  thro'  each  rankling  pore  ; 
Believe  in  Chrift — and  he'll  allay  the  fmart, 
And  bathe  thy  wounds  in  his  all-cleanfing  gore. 

14  Though  thou  haft  often  wander'd  far  from  home, 
Like  a  ftray'd  fheep,  juft  perifh'd  with  the  cold  ; 
Believe  in  Chrift,  He  fpeedily  will  come, 

And  from  the  defert  drive  thee  to  his  fold. 

15  Tho'  thou  more  than  a  thoufand  times  haft  fmn'd, 
And  tho'  thofe  fins  as  many  ftripes  require, 
Believe  in  Chrift — thou  fhalt  remiffion  find 

For  ev'ry  crime,  and  ev'ry  loofe  defire. 

1 6  Altho'  thy  fins  are,   as  the  fcarlet,  red, 

Or,  like  the  deeper  crimfon,  though  they  glow  ; 
Believe  in  Chrift — and  with  the  blood  he  fhed, 
He'll  bleach  thee  white  as  any  driven  fnow. 

17  Altho' 


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I J  Altho'  thy  vices,  than  thy  hairs  were  more, 
And  did  unto  a  countlefs  fum  amount •, 
Thy  bleft  Redeemer,  God  and  man,  adore, 
And  he'll  forgive  thee  the  immenfe  account. 

1 8  Take  comfort,  thy  defponding  fpirits  raife, 
Believe  in  Jefus,  thy  Redeemer  dear, 
Amend  thy  morals,  quit  thy  wicked  ways, 
And  he  from  ev'ry  ill  will  keep  thee  clear. 

19  Chrift  calls — Chrift  fummons  thee  above  the  fky, 
Nay,  Chrift  invites  thee  to  a  blifsful  home  •, 
"Why  wilt  thou  therefore  obfiinately  die, 
Becaufe  thou  wilt  not  to  thy  Saviour  come  ? 

20  Chrift  to  the  world,  from  the  bright  realms  of  joy, 
Exprefsly  came,  tranfgreffors  vile  to  keep  •, 

His  care,  his  bufinefs,  and  his  fole  employ, 
To  gather,  and  to  fold  his  ftraggling  fheep. 

2 1  Thou  long,  as  all  have  done,  haft  gone  aftray, 
Thou  art,  like  us,  without  his  aid  undone  : 
Why  wilt  thou  not  the  gracious  Call  obey, 
And  for  protection  to  thy  Saviour  run  ? 

22  The  fins, which  nowo'erwhelm  thy  foul  with  fhame> 
Are  not  than  Saul's,  or  any  other's,  more ; 

Yet  Saul  receiv'd  remifiion  for  the  fame ; 

And  fo  fhalt  thou if  thou  wilt  Chrift  adore. 

2  3   Thy  fins  do  not  above  his  mercies  foar, 
Nor  are  they  fuch  as  Chrift  can  not  efface, 
Nor  can  the  errors  of  thy  life  be  more, 
Than  he  can  warn  away  by  his  free  grace. 

24  Satan  can  ne'er  contaminate  thee  fo, 
That  Jefus  cannot  his  affiftance  lend, 
Nor  fo  pollute,  tho'  he  his  worft  mould  do, 
But  Jefus  can  thy  wicked  ways  amend. 

25  Chrift,  man's  perverfenefs  can  with  c?Sc  fubdue, 
And  to  a  lamb  the  wolf,  a  faint  the  fiend, 

Convert the  veteran  in  vice,  renew, 

And  baufe  God's  foe,  to  be  again  his  friend. 

E  4  26  Chrift 


r  ?*  j 

26  Chrift  only  call'd  Zaccheus  from  the  tree, 
And  alter'd  by  the  Call  his  nature  quite  : 
So,  at  his  pleafure,  he  can  alter  thee, 

And  change  thy  colour  foon  from  black  to  white. 

27  Chrift  is  a  Deity  of  wond'rous  might, 
Who  pardon's  ev'ry  contrite  finner's  vice5 
Who  our  degenerate  nature  fets  to  right, 
Who  ruins  Satan's  labour  in  a  trice. 

28  Omnipotent  he  is,  who  bought  thy  foul, 
He  can  the  breaches,  Satan  made,  repair, 
And  from  thy  brealt,  with  his  corruptions  foul, 
Eject  the  pow'rful  fovereign  of  the  air. 

29  Though  feven  Devils  revell'd  in  thy  heart, 
Nay,  though  a  Legion  that  retreat  poffefs'd, 
Chrift,  with  a  word,  can  make  them  all  depart, 
Like  flies  before  a  tempeft,  from  thy  breaft. 

30  No  creature  has  the  power  to  deface 
The  work,  by  his  divine  Creator  done : 

Nor  man,  nor  fiend,  can  rob  thee  of  his  grace; 
If  thou  wilt  put  thy  truft  in  him  alone. 

31  There's  not  a  foul,  who  does  in  Chrift  believe, 
That  to  amend  his  life  and  errors  paft, 

Does  not  fufricient  grace  from  him  receive  ; 
'Till  he  becomes  another  man  at  laft. 

32  No  one  for  grace  to  Jefus  ever  came, 
No  one  for  help  to  Jefus  ever  cry'd, 
Who  did  not  fpeedily  receive  the  fame, 

And  was  not  both  with  grace  and  help  fupply'd. 

33  Come  then,  and  earneftly  his  favour  crave, 
Nor  let  thy  weighty  fins  retard  thy  foul : 
Chrift  never  came  the  finlefs  folks  to  fave, 
But  fuch  as  are  contaminate  and  foul. 

34  Chrift  ne'er  on  purpofe  left  the  realms  of  joy, 
But  to  preferve  the  fheep  that  went  aftray  •,   > 

It  is  his  bus'nefs  and  his  chief  employ, 

To  bring  the  ftragglers  back  to  the  right  way. 

35  Comc 


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35  Come  therefore,  come  to  him  with  th'  utrnoft  fpeedj 
He  fpurs,  he  goads  thee  on,  to  mend  thy  pace : 

Believe  in  Chriit be  that  thy  conftant  creed, 

And  he'll  preferve  thee  by  his  faring  grace. 

36  God  give  thee  grace  this  iiimmons  to  attend  •, 
O  may  the  gracious  Call  not  prove  in  vain  ! 
God  give  thee  faith,  thy  morals  to  amend  : 

So  thou  from  Chriit  mall  grace  and  peace  obtain! 

Another  Piece  of  A  D  V I C  E  to  Sinners 
to  come  to  Christ. 

1  /^|OME  all  that  are  laden  with  vice,  and  with  fin, 
V^   Come  to  your  Redeemer,  who  bids  you  all  in, 
Come  all  to  be  eas'd  of  your  fears,  and  your  crimes, 
He'll  give  you  all  reft,  if  you'll  come  but  betimes. 

2  Come  ail  to  your  Keeper,  Redeemer,  and  Chief, 
YourKing,  Prieft  and  Prophet,  he'll  bring  you  relief, 
YourDoclor,  yourPaftor,  yourRock  and  yourTow'r, 
Your  Saviour,  who  conquer'd  the  dragon  of  yore  ! 

3  Come  all  unto  Chrift,  without  any  reftraint, 
Who  kindly  invites  each  to  make  his  complaint: 
Be  it  gre.  t,  be  itfmall,  do  butfhow  him  your  grief, 
And  afk  his  afliftance,  he'll  give  you  relief. 

4  He'll  make  you  all  free,  and  your  forrows  allay, 
He'll  lend  you  his  aid,  and  your  debts  he  will  pay, 
He'll  lighten  your  burdens,  your  tears  he  will  dry, 
He'll  heal  all  your  wounds,  and  you  never  fhall  die. 

5  He'll  peace  from  your  Judge  and  your  Father  obtain  • 
By  means  of  his  Blood,  he  your  pardon  will  gain  ; 
He'll  bring  you  in  favour  with  God,  that's  above, 
And,  long  as  you  live,  he'll  preferve  you  his  love. 

6  Your  fins,  in  his  Blood,  he  will  warn  all  away, 
His  Spirit  in  each  of  your  hearts  he  will  lay, 
He'll  make  youGod's  daughters  and  ibns,of  mere  love, 
And  co-heirs  with  him  of  his  kingdom  above. 

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7  He'll  tread  down  the  fiend,  and  his  eForts  defeat, 
He'll  rifle  his  arms,  and  his  conqueft  complete, 
His  ftrength  he  will  blaft,  and  his  forts  overthrow, 
And  make  you  fubdue  this  inveterate  foe. 

8  Did  you  mortals  but  know,  how  tremendous  your 

cafe,  [grace, 

How  defperate  your  ftate,  when  depriv'd  of  God's 
'Till  to  Jefus  you  came  (you'd  not  eat,  nor  yet  reft) 
To  better  your  ftate,  and  to  cheer  your  fad  breaft  • 

y  What  are  we  by  nature,  and  kind-e'en  the  beft — 
But  the  children  of  wrath,  if  by  Jefus  not  bleft, 
But  fervants  of  fin,  and  the  flaves  of  the  fiend, 
And  the  victims  of  hell,  and  of  death  without  end? 

io  All,  alas  !   by  their  fins  are  defile'd,  every  foul! 
Like  Negroes  we're  black  and  like  hogs  we  are  foul, 
To  Chrift  we  muft  haften,  to  alter  our  grain, 
And  fcour  all  our  filth,  e'er  we  whitenefs  can  gain. 

l  i  With  our  Maker,  old  Adam  at  odds  did  us  fet, 
Entirely  unable  to  pay  our  vaft  debt ; 
E'er  we  can  be  friends,  we  to  Chrift  muft  repair, 
Who,  through  grace  and  adoption  will  make  each 
his  heir. 

1 2  The  Foe  in  his  net  ev'ry  mortal  has  caught, 
Decoy'd  by  the  fruit,  thro'  our  Grand  mother's  fault; 
The  fnare  can't  be  broke,  nor  releas'd  can  we  be, 
'Till  Chrift  by  his  might  and  his  grace  fets  us  free. 

13  The  wolf  holds  our  fouls,  like  a  fheep,  in  his  jaws, 
Nor  can  we,  nor  dare  we,  get  loofe  from  his  paws : 
Our  Shepherd  muft  refcue  us  out  of  the  fcrape, 
Or  elfe  not  a  foul  from  his  fangs  can  efc ape. 

14  The  angel  hangs  over  each  houfe  on  the  wing, 
(So  enormous  our  fins!)promptdeftrucl:ion  to  bring: 
With  the  blood  of  the  Lamb,  we  our  lintels  muft 

fmear, 
That  the  fiend  may  pafs  on,  and  our  families  fpare. 

15  All 


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15  All  mortals  are  under  the  power  of  the  Fiend, 
In  a  dark  dreary  comfortlefs  dungeon  confin'd, 
Chain'd  down  by  their  vices,  'till  Jefus  fhall  come, 
To  refcue  them  out  of  their  horrible  gloom. 

1 6  From  thepow'roftheFiend,none  can  refcue  a  man, 
Or  the  bondage  of  fin,  let  them  do  what  they  can, 
'Till  Chrifb  by  main  force  theDeftroyer  has  bound, 
And  place'd  us  all,out  of  the  flough,on  dry  ground. 

17  By  nature  we  lie,  ev'ry  man  that  has  breath, 
Without  knowledge  of  God, in  the  (hadow  of  death: 
Chrift  Jefus  our  hearts  by  his  grace  mull  illume, 
E'er  we  can  be  drawn  from  that  comfortlefs  gloom. 

1 8  All  fin  is  fo  odious,  fo  fetid,     fo  foul, 
It  fpoils,  it  defiles,  it  infects  ev'ry  foul ; 

Nor  can  it's  deep  ftains  be  difcharge'd  by'any  means, 
'Till  Chrift  with  his  blood  fhall ourfilthinefs  cleanfe. 

19  Like  a  mountain  of  lead,  on  our  necks,  fin  depends, 
It  {trains  all  our  finews,  our  backs  down  it  bends, 
Our  fouls,  thro*  the  centre,  to  hell'twou'd  deprefs, 
Didn't  we  fly  to  Chrift,  for  to  make  our  loads  lefs. 

20  The  Fiend,    like  a  man  in  ftrong  panoply  bold, 
Of  the  hearts  of  each  mortal  has  taken  faft  hold, 
Nor  can  the  whole  world  thence  the'  invader  expel, 
'Till  Chrift  comes,  and  hurls  him  down  headlong 

to  hell. 

2 1  We  all  have  been  grievoufly  ftung  by  the  foe, 
Our  fores,  without  ceafing,  eternally  flow, 
Nor  can  any  leach  upon  earth  do  us  good, 

'Till  Chrift  comes,  and  cleanfes  our  wounds  with 
his  blood. 

22  The  foe,  of  our  ornaments,  has  us  bereft, 
And  of  ev'ry  virtue  quite  naked  has  left  -, 
To  Jefus,  our  brother,  then  let  us  all  go, 
And  He  his  own  garments  will  over  us  throw. 

23  We  all  have  been  dead  in  iniquity  quite, 
Nor  have  we  the  pow'r  to  do  any  thing  right, 

'Till 


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'Till  Jefus,  the  giver  of  life,  does  arrive 
To  raife  us  from  fin,  and  our  fpirits  revive. 

24  When  the  ferpent  has  ftung  you  with  luft  through 

and  through, 
To  the  brazen  One  come,  and  your  malady  fhow  : 
Look  intent  upon  Chrift,and  you  foon  fhall  have  eafe, 
The  venom  will  drop,  and  the  anguifh  will  ceafe. 

25  Show,  void  of  all  dread,  to  your  Saviour  your  fore  ; 
For  fuch  a  Phyfician  was  ne'er  feen  before  ! 
Each  wound  andcomplaint,ev'ry  fin  and  each  wheal, 
"With   his  Heart's  precious  blood  He  will  tho- 
roughly heal. 

26  No  med'cine,  noplafter,  no  phyfic,  no  falve, 
No  herbs,  no  emollients,  you  ever  can  have, 
No  noftrum,  but  Jefus's  blood,  can  be  found 
To  heal  fin's  wide-gaping,  and  anguifhous  wound. 

27  Full  many  there  are,   who  all  tumours  can  cure, 
With  moft  of  the  ails,  which  poor  mortals  endure ; 
But  there's  no  phyfician  on  earth  can  be  found 
But  Jefus  alone,  that  can  cure  fin's  deep  wound. 

28  No  angel  above,  though  their  number's  fo  great, 
.  Though  with  ftrength  and  honour  fo  very  replete, 

Can  fave  one  poor  foul,  that  from  virtue  has  ftray'd, 
'Till  our  Saviour  himfelf  comes  to  give  us  his  aid. 

29  Tho'  the  faints  of  each  fex  were  to  join  all  their  pow'r, 
Since  Adam  was  form'd,  till  the  world  be  no  more, 
They  cannot  preferve,  though  fo  much  they  excel, 
Without  Jefu's  aid,  one  poor  mortal  from  Hell. 

30  Though  thou  all  the  beafts  in  the  forefts  that  live, 
And  thy  fubftance  entire  for  an  off'ring  fhou'dft  give, 

Whole  rivers  of  oil,  thy  fon,  life,  and  blood • 

Without  Chrift's  affiftance,  they'd  do  thee  no  good. 

3 1  Tho'  the  air's  vaft  expanfe,  and  the  regions  of  day, 
The  earth,  and  the  ocean,   thou  all  fhou'dft  furvey, 
Thou  no  other  perfon  but  Jefus  could  ft  find, 
Who  is  able  to  fave-,  and  what's  more3well-inclin'd. 

32  No 


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32  No  Saviour  but  Jefus  endeavour  to  have  ; 
As  God,  and  as  man,  he's  Almighty  to  lave : 
There  is  not  a  name,  befides  his,  under  heaven, 
Thro'  which  any  help  to  our  fouls  can  be  given. 

33  No  fouls  can  be  fave'd  in  the  days,  that  now  laft7 
In  thofe  yet  to  come,  or  in  thofe  that  are  pail, 
But  they  that  are  kept  by  Chrift  Jefus  alone  ; 
The  reprobate  crew  fhall  be  damn'd  ev'ry  one. 

34  With  the  ftrong  arm  of  faith,  thy  Redeemer  arreft, 
Lay  hold  of  him  firmly,  if  thou  wou'dft  be  blefl, 
Nor  quit  the  dole  gripe,  'till  at  laft  thou  haft  gain'd 
The  grace  to  be  fave'd,  and  his  favour  obtain'd. 

35  Truft  not  to  thy  works,  learning,  wealth,  or  thy  race, 
Thy  foul  can't  be  refcue'd,  unlefs  thou  doft  place 
In  Chrift  thy  belief;  and  if  e'er  thou  fhou'dft  truft 
Unto  any  befides,  thou  art  utterly  loft. 

3  6  For  all  Adam's  fons,  fince  the  world  firft  was  fram'd 
By  fin  are  polluted,  and  needs  muft  be  damn'd : 
To  death  and  to  hell,   let  them  do  what  they  can, 
If  by  Chrift  not  preferv'd,  they  muft  go  ev'ry  man. 

37  Then  all  to  your  Saviour  together  repair, 

To  fave  your  loft  fouls  from  the  pit  of  defpair; 
Whoe'er  will  come  freely  in  heaven  fhall  dwell : 
But  all,  who  refufe,  mail  be  tumbled  to  hell. 

:>8  Let  none  be  fo  ftupid,  fo  dull,  and  unwifc, 

As  to  turn  from  their  Saviour  and  guide  to  the  fkies, 
None  from  death  can  efcape,  or  to  heaven  afcend, 
Not  a  man  can  be  fave'd,  unlefs  Chrift  be  his  friend. 

39  Not  Noah,  Job,  Abraha'm,  not  Daniel,  nor  Paul, 
Not  Mary,  nor  Anne,  nor  the  belt  of  them  all, 
Not  the  babe  newly  born,unlefs  Chrift  be  his  friend, 
Cou'd,  by  worth  of  his  own,  be  preferv'd  from  the 

fiend. 

40  Not  a  man  (fuch  a  price  our  redemption  did  coft!) 
Shall  be  fave'd,  but  thro'  Chrift  :  all  the  reft  muft 

be  loft. 

Nought 


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Nought  lefs,  for  the  fins  of  mankind  can  atone 
Than  the  blood  and  the  death  of  our  Saviour  alone, 

41  Of  angels  and  faints,  then,  afliftance  to  crave 

Is  in  vain  :   neither  Pope,  Mafs,  or  Friar,  can  fave. 
Nor  ought  you  can  mention,  whatever  it  be, 
But  the  death  of  our  Saviour :  fo  finful  are  we  ! 

42  Nought  lefs  for  the  fins  of  mankind  cou'd  atone 
Than  their  utter  extinction  •,  unlefs  there  were  one 
Whofe  death  for  the  death  of  them  all  might  fuffice: 
And  who,  but  our  Saviour,  cou'd  pay  fuch  a  price  ? 

43  None  therefore  to  God  fatisfaction  can  make, 
But  through  Jefus'  death,  and  for  Jefus's  fake : 
Who  feeks  not  his  aid,  (let  him  e'er  fo  well  live) 
He,  for  one  of  a  thoufand  no  anfwer  can  give. 

44  Some  think,  that  by  merits  and  works  of  their  own, 
By  fafting  and  alms  they  for  fin  can  atone, 

To  heaven  afcend,  and  from  hell- torments  flee, 
Without  their  Redeemer :   fo  ufelefs  is  He  ! 

45  But  whilft  thus,  in  fancy,  to  heaven  they  foar, 
They'll  fink  into  hell,  like  the  Devil  of  yore  : 
And  then  they  mall  lee,  that  no  man  can  afcend 
To  the  ikies  ofhimfelf,  without  Chrift  for  his  friend. 

46  The  Lord  is  not  bound  any  pity  to  ihew ; 
For  none  is  to  man,  nor  mail  ever  be,  due : 
But  all  men  are  bound  to  adore  him  alone  ; 
All  to  him  are  indebted,  but  he  unto  none. 

47  No  mortal  by  prayer  and  alms  can  appeafe, 
Or  his  Maker,  by  failing  and  penitence  pleafe ; 
'Till  man  and  his  Maker,  thro'Chrifc,  have  agreed, 
Who  muil  hallow   and  bleach  in  his  blood  ev'ry 

deed. 

48  Chrift  Jefus  each  finner  muil  juftly  arrange, 
And  to  his  Creator's  fimilitude  change, 

His  thoughts  he  muil  alter,  his  temper  improve, 
E'er  he  can  inherit  the  kingdom  above. 

49  Chrift 


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49  Chrift,  man  with  his  Maker  muft  bring  into  grace, 
And  with  his  own  blood  his  offences  efface, 
With  all  his  own  virtues  he  muft  him  invert, 
And  give  him  his  Spirit,  e'er  he  can  be  bleft. 

50  Chrift  muft  refcue  our  fouls  from  the  pow'r  of  the 

Fiend, 
Who  in  a  dark  dungeon  ftill  keeps  us  confin'd, 
Faft  bound,  hand  and  foot,  with  fin's  cumberfome 

chain  ; 
Or  we  in  the  Valley  of  Death  muft  remain. 

51  Chrift,  the  fiend  muft  difarm,  that  poffeffes  each 

mind, 
And  in  gyves  the  incroaching  invader  muft  bind; 
He  thence  muft  eject  him,  tho'  loth  to  depart, 
And  garrifon  keep  his  ownfelf  in  each  heart. 

52  Chrift  muft  make  us  the  fons  of  his  heavenly  Sire 
(By  adoption  and  grace, we  that  right  may  acquire) 
And  make  us  the  heirs  of  the  Godhead  above. 
E'er  we,  howe'er  good,  can  to  Eden  remove. 

53  Chrift  from  each  difafter  poor  mortals  muft  draw, 
From  the  toils  of  theFiend,andDeath'smercilefsjaw, 
And  make  us  partake  of  his  favour  and  grace, 
E'er  we  in  the  kingdom  of  God  can  have  place. 

54  No  mortal  to  heaven  can  poffibly  foar 

By  his  own  conduct,  his  merits,  or  pow'r  ; 
Nor  can  He  from  Death  and  the  Devil  e'er  run, 
Without  Chrift's  affiftance,or  God's  vengeance  fhun. 

$5  How  can  one  God's  anger  and  fentence  eichew, 
The  curfe  by  the  law,  to  iniquity  due, 
Death's  keen  pointed  fting,and  the  pow'r  of  the  fiend, 
By  worth  of  his  own — unlefs  Chrift  be  his  friend  ? 

56  We  afl  muft  repent,  with  a  heart  moft  iincere, 
Believe  with  true  faith,  in  our  Saviour  fo  dear, 
By  the  pow'r  of  his  fpirit,  our  lives  we  muft  mend, 
And  be  totally  change'd,  e'er  the  ikies  we  afcend. 

z,y  Then 


57  Then  all  to  your  Saviour  together  repair 
With  tears,  a  true  faith,    and  a  penitent  air: 
Whoe'er  will  come  freely,  in  heaven  mall  dwell, 
But  they  that  refufe  mall  be  call  into  hell. 

An  EXHORTATION  to  worfliip  our 
Lord  Jesus   Christ. 

i   A^OME  fimple,  comegentle,  you rfing-fong give 
V><  o'er, 

And  let  us  for  once  be  combine'd, 
On  this  happy  day,  our  dear  Lord  to  adore, 

And  bear  our  Redeemer  in  mind. 

2  When  firft  our  Creator  the  protoplafts  made, 

In  Eden  the  couple  he  place'd, 
Where  o'er  the  whole  garden  at  pleafuretheyftray'd 
And  pluck'd  ev'ry  fruit  to  their  tafte. 

3  The  fiend,  when  their  happy  eftate  he  perceiv'd, 

How  loving  they  walk'd  o'er  the  plain, 
Whilft  all  that  they  wanted  or  wifh'd,  they  receiv'd. 
Without  any  labour,  or  pain 

4  To  Eden  foon  came  with  the  curfed  defign 

Poor  Eve,  as  the  weaker,  to  hook, 
And  thus  he  began  her  obedience  to  mine, 
But  of  Adam  no  notice  then  took. 

5  Did  you  tafte  but  a  bit  of  the  fruit  of  the  tree, 

"  Which  now  you're  forbidden  to  eat, 
Your  eyes,  wou'd  be  ope'd,and  like  gods  you  wou'd  be 
It's  powVs  and  effects  are  fo  great !° 

6  The  apple  fhe  pluck'd,  and  a  morfel  me  bit, 

Nor  did  Adam,  to  tafte  it,  refrain: 
When,  alas!  (for  us  all,  how  unhappy  was  it  ?) 
Their  pleafure  was  foon  turn'd  to  pain. 

7  Thus  they,  thro'  their  pride,both  obnoxious  became 

To  the  pains  to  fuch  crimes  juftly  due, 
And  we,  their  dependents,   all  merit  the  fame, 
So  clofe  we  their  footfteps  purfue. 

8  When 


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8  When  our  righteous  Judge  faw  that  fo  hard  was  our  fate 

And  that  we,  thro'  mere  weaknefs,  were  fpent ; 
He  gave  us,  in  pity  to  our  fad  eftate, 
Chrift — to  aid  us  where  ever  we  went. 

9  Our  Saviour  was  born,  as  on  this  bleffed  morn, 

And  low  in  a  manger  was  laid 

A  morn,  that  in  mind  fhou'd  for  ever  be  borne, 
Which  brought  us  fo  needful  an  aid  ! 

10  Tv/o  natures  in  him,  without  mixture,  are  join'd, 

(A  truth,  we  fhou'd  always  profefs  ! ) 
The  Godhead  and  manhood  in  him  are  combin'd, 
As  we  by  our  creed  do  confefs. 

1 1  His  Godhead  is  equal  to  that  of  his  Sire, 

As  we  from  his  pow'r  may  perceive  •, 
His  manhood  does  not  fo  fublimely  afpire, 
As  we  from  the  fcriptures  believe. 

12  Then  was  not  God's  love,  all  expreffion  above, 

To  us  fuch  a  Saviour  who  gave, 
As  like  us  was  man  (as  the  fcriptures  all  provej 
In  all  things,  if  fin  you  do  fave. 

13  When  ready  to  fink,  and  juft  on  the  brink 

Of  the  pit,  where  the  damn'd  ever  mourn, 
In  unfpeakabie  pains,  faft  bound  in  fin's  chains, 
Without  any  hopes  of  return, 

14  He  us  freely  bail'd,  and  our  covenants  feal'd, 

He  only,   his  Sire  cou'd  appeafe, 
From  woe  he  us  brought,  and  our  freedom  he  bought, 
He  health  gave,  which  never  fhall  ceaie. 

15  Not  gold  of  the  bell:,   nor  the  wealth  of  the  Eaft, 

The  Deity's  pardon  cou'd  buy  : 
But  the  Son  he  love'd  beft,  the  God-and-Man  bleft: 
Let's  all  to  this  advocate  fly. 

16  By  him  God  was  pleas'd,  and  by  him  was  appeas'd, 

And,  without  him,  no  pleaiure  cou'd  take-, 
Thro'  him,  in  each  grief,   he  will  grant  us  relief, 
And  hear  each  petition  we  make. 

F  17  Himfelf, 


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f  7  Himfelf,  man  to  fave,  a  pure  victim  he 'gave, 
Left  to  Sitan  a  prey  we  fhou'd  fall, 
Whofe  head  he  made  feel  the  full  weight  of  his  heelj 
But  fave'd  his  own  followers  all. 

1 8  Tho'  our  good  works  were  more  than  the  fand  on  the 

And  Arithmetic's  pow'rs  did  exceed,  [more. 

For  want  of  true  faith  (as  our  article  faith)     Art.  xin. 
There's  the  nature  of  fin  in  each  deed. 

19  We  comfort  receive  through  faith,   and  believe, 

That,  through  faith,  we  are  fave'd  from  our  foes: 
By  grace,  and  thro'  faith,  as  St.  Paul  himfelf  faith, 
'Tis  that  God  for  his  friends  has  us  chofe. 

to  No  victim  he  fought  from  man  for  each  fault, 
(Although  he  was  treated  fo  ill) 
But  a  fpirit  contrite,  and  a  heart  pure  and  right : 
To  hear  him,  then  come  with  good  will ! 

2 1  By  faith  we  mail  have,  whatever  we  crave, 

Nor  is  there  a  thing  that  we  want, 
But  we  mail  receive,  if  in  Chrift  we  believe; 
Since  he  what  he  pleafes,  can  grant. 

22  Thro'  faith  in  the  Blood  of  our  Saviour,  thus  good, 

Our  crimes  mall  be  wafh'd  quite  away, 
When  we  muft  give  in  an  account  of  each  fin, 
Before  our  Creator,  one  day. 

23  Then  put  on  your  bed,  and  be  decently  dreft, 

In  clothes  fit  for  bride-folks  to  wear, 
E'er  to  heaven  you  go,  where  there  is  no  woe, 
When  there  you're  obllg'd  to  appear. 

24  Like  faints  be  prepar'd,  and  be  ftill  on  your  guard, 

With  oil  in  your  lamps  in  good  ftore  •, 
Left  the  bridegroom  fhou'd  come  unexpectedly  home, 
And  fuddenly  knock  at  the  door. 

25  With  alacrity  ftill,  as  you're  bound,  do  God's  will, 
1     E'er  the  day  of  Salvation  is  o'er, 

E'er  a  wide-fpreading  gloom  fhall  the  fun  overcome, 
And  you  cannot  work  any  more. 

26  Then 


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a6  Then  watch  night  and  day,  and  mod  earneftly  pray. 
That  God  may  be  ftill  your  defence  : 
For  the  time  is  now  near,  as  the  fcriptures  declare, 
When  we  mud  depart  all  from  hence. 

27  Be  in  charity  ftill,  'tis  your  Maker's  dread  will, 

And  you  mall  a  kingdom  receive, 
Where  you  mall  have  eaie,  mirth,  pleafure,  and  peace, 
And  joys,  that  no  heart  can  conceive. 

28  No  ficknefs  mail  there,  nor  yet  forrow,  appear, 

No  poverty,  care,  nor  diftrefs  ; 
But  the  found  of  the  lyre,  with  the  heavenly  quire, 
And  blifs,  which  no  tongue  can  exprefs. 

29  I  warn  you  then  all,  be  you  great,   be  you  fmall, 

To  pray  from  the  ground  of  your  heart, 
That  God,  in  pow'r  great,  and  with  mercies  replete, 
May  bring  you  there,  when  you  depart. 

Another   Invitation,    or   Exhortation   to 
worfhip  Christ  Jesus. 

1  /^\  OME  all  frefh  and  gay,  let  us  keep  Holiday, 
\^Ji   With  hymns  let  us  Jefus  adore ; 

Let  us  him  celebrate,  both  early  and  late, 
Who  fave'd  us  from  death  by  his  pow'r. 

2  Aloud  let  us  fing,  'till  the  whole  world  does  ring, 

And  our  notes  to  the  heavens  afpire, 
That  the  angels  above  with  our  longs  we  may  move, 
And  teach  them  to  join  in  the  quire. 

3  When  nor  men  cou'd  befriend, nor  faints  their  aid  lend, 

Nor  angels,  nor  ought  that's  below, 
Any  good  cou'd  have  done,   God  lent  us  his  Son, 
To  fave  us  from  forrow  and  woe. 

4  What  fire  with  a  fcore  of  children,    or  more, 

The  word  unto  death  would  expofe, 
Or  confent  to  the  lofs  of  one  on  the  crofs, 
Or  force  him  to  fight  for  his  foes  ? 

F  2  5  Yet 


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5  Yet,  with  pity  God  mov'd,  gave  the  Son  whom  he 
And  efteem'd  far  above  all  the  reft,  [lov'd, 

For  mortals  to  die,  fufpended  on  high, 
Although  we  were  rebels  profeft. 

6  Our  Father  let's  praife  then,  on  thefe  holidays, 

With  hearts  full  of  ardor  and  love, 
Who  gave  us  his  heir,  diftrefs  and  defpair 
Far  out  of  our  fight  to  remove. 

7  Next,  let  us  applaud  the  Son  of  our  God, 

Who  health  to  the  univerfe  gave, 
Who  quitted  the  fky,  and  the  glories  on  high, 
His  fervants  from  forrow  to  fave. 

$  From  heaven  above,  and  God's  bofom  of  love, 
For  our  great  advantage,  he  came — 
He  came,  for  our  fake,  his  manhood  to  take  ; 
And  fo  we  his  brethren  became  ! 

9  The  meek  harmlefs  Lamb  to  this  nether  world  came. 
To  a  crib,  from  the  regions  above 
And  the  heavenly  hoil — to  fave  us,  when  loft : 
So  great  his  compafTion  and  love  ! 

io  Our  ever  blefs'd  Lord,  I  will  call  him  the  Word? 
Himfelf  the  great  God,  and  God's  heir, 
Of  Mary  was  born,  as  on  this  blerTed  morn, 
To  fave  us  from  woe  and  defpair. 

1 1  The  Godhead  on  high,  who  fram'd  earth,  fun,  and  fky, 

With  the  waters,  that  make  up  the  main, 
Our  flefli  did  aflume,  and  an  Infant  become, 
And  then  by  bafe  foldiers  was  flain. 

1 2  Come  then  let  us  raife  our  voices,  to  praife 

Chrift  Jefus  our  Saviour  and  King ; 
With  harp  and  with  tongue,  let  us  join  all  day  long. 
And  hymns  to  his  honour  let's  fing. 

13  All  creatures  that  move,  in  the  heavens  above, 

'On  earth,  or  in  the'  ocean  below, 
.    Let's  freely  invite  in  his  praife  to  unite, 

And  our  Saviour's  great  gcodneis  to  mow. 

1 4  Like 


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14  Like  Shadrach  in  fire,  or  the  Baptill's  old  Sire, 

Like  Miriam  and  Moles,  let's  piuile 
Our  Saviour  (  who  came  from  Hell's  raging  flame, 
To  fave  us)  the  reft  of  our  days. 

15  Then  ftill  bear  in  mind  our  Saviour  fo  kind, 

This  feafon  devote  to  his  praife, 
In  gladnefs  and  joy,  let  us  always  employ, 
And  grateful  thankfgivings,  thofe  days. 

16  Heav'n  bids  us  rejoice  with  heart  and  with  voice, 

At  church,    or  where'er  we  refort, 
In  the  Giver  of  Peace,  and  of  joys  that  ne'er  ceafe  ; 
So  with  wifdom  we  feaion  our  fport. 

1 7  Then  let  us  this  day  with  hearts  blithe  and  gay, 

And  faces  that  gliften  and  fhine, 
In  Jefus  rejoice,   with  ear-thrilling  voice, 
And  ev'ry  dull  forrow  refign. 

18  On  this  facred  morn  your  houfes  adorn, 

Your  boards  fpread  with  cheer  of  the  beft-, 
Of  \vhich,for  ChriiVs  lake,  let  poor  neighbours  partake. 
And  baniffi  all  grief  from  the  feaft. 

19  Quite  elated  appear,  take  enough  of  good  cheer,    - 

But  more^   like  a  peftilence,  limn  : 
True  blifs  never  think  in  meat,  or  in  drink, 
To  find — but  in  Jefus  alone. 

20  All  the  holidays  long  chant  fome  heavenly  fong, 

Mere  fing-fong,  or  fatire,  ne'er  mind ; 
But  truft  in  the  Lord,  and  in  his  holy  word, 
From  whom  you  lure  pardon  mall  find. 

21  To  taverns  ne'er  enter — to  brothels  ne'er  venture— 

To  fpend  fo  your  time,  is  a  fhame  ! 
With  nonfenfe  and  noife,  you  the  fiend  thus  rejoice, 
And  foully  difhonour  ChriiVs  name. 

22  Quit  your  cards  in  a  trice,  and  your  rattling  of  dice, 

Your  riots,  which  mankind  debaft 

Your  oaths  loud  and  foul,    which  tattft  (hock  each 

good  foul, 

And  ChriiVs  folemn  birth-day  diferace, 
I.- 
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23  In  David's  fweet  page,  or  the  Gofpels,  engage, 

Inftead  of  your  cards  and  your  dice  : 
More  proper  by  far,  thofe  holy  books  are, 
Than  them  fpotted  panders  to  vice. 

24  Exult  then,  and  God  your  Redeemer  applaud, 

His  glories  with  tranfport  recite  ; 
Your  hands  clap,and  fing  to  the  praife  of  heav'n's  king, 
And  take  in  the  tafk  true  delight. 

25  Let's  laud  to  the  fkies  the  Spirit  fo  wife, 

Who  mows  from  the  gofpel's  pure  lore, 
That  pardon  and  peace,  with  joys  that  ne'er  ceafe, 
Through  Chrift,  are  ftill  for  us  in  ftore. 

26  To  the  Father  above — to  the  Son  of  his  love — 

To  the  Spirit,  that  fan6tifies  all 

Be  now,  and  each  hour,  all  glory  and  pow'r, 
From  each  on  this  well-people'd  ball. 

An  Exhortation  to  give  God  Thanks  for 
our  Redemption  through  Chrift, 

1  /^\  Let's  applaud  with  one  accord, 

V^/  And  blefs,  from  day  to  day,  the  Lord, 
Who  gave  for  us  his  only  Son, 
When  we  before  were  quite  undone! 

2  Fall  on  your  knees,   both  morn  and  night, 
Let  adoration,  pow'r,  and  might, 

Be  unto  Him  afcnbe'd  alone, 
Who  gave  for  us  his  only  Son. 

3  How  vaft  the  debt,   did  we  but  know, 
Which  we  to  our  Redeemer  owe, 
Nought  wou'd  we  do,  by  night  or  day, 
But,  on  our  knees,  unto  him  pray. 

4  When  we  to  fuch  a  pafs  were  brought, 
By  Satan's  artifice,  that  nought 
Befides  cou'd  fave ;    God  deign'd  to  give 
His  Son,  loft  mortals  to  reprieve. 

5  By 


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j  By  Satan's  puifiance  fubdue'd, 
We  flill  with  groans  our  fins  had  rue'd, 
Had  we  not  been  by  Jefus  bought, 
Who  our  Redemption  freely  wrought. 

6  There  was  no  method  to  affuage 
The  God  of  juftice  in  his  rage, 

But  that  his  bell:  belov'd  fhou'd   deign 
For  our  Redemption  to  be  (lain. 

7  There  was  no  poffibility, 

A  fingle  foul  from  Hell  to  free, 
Did  not  the  Juft-One  for  it's  fake, 
An  off'ring  of  his  heart's  blood  make. 

8  Chrift  gave  his  blood,  of  worth  immenfe ! 
Unto  his  Sire  a  recompence 

For  us — his  life  He  did  beftow, 
To  free  us  from  our  mortal  foe. 

9  We  were,  like  birds,  caught  in  the  net, 

Which  Satan  for  our  fouls  had  fet 

The  net,  wherein  inclos'd  we  lay, 
Chrift  broke and  we  flew  far  away. 

io  We  were,  like  fheep  that  go  aftray, 
To  wolves  and  rav'nous  beafts  a  prey, 
When  from  Chrift's  fold  we  dare'd  to  go, 
And  follow'd  our  fallacious  foe. 

1 1  Chrift  is  the  fhepherd,  that,  among 
The  favage  crew  and  hellifh  throng 
To  find  us,  ventur'd  firft  to  come, 
And  brought  us  on  his  moulders  home. 

12  We  are,  like  him,  who  on  the  way 
To  Jericho,  was  robb'd,  and  lay 
G'erwhelm'd  with  wounds  upon  the  ground, 
Whilft  none  to  lift  us  up  was  found. 

23  Chrift's  the  Samaritan,   fo  kind, 

Who  on  the  road  our  wounds  did  bind, 
And  to  the  inn  benignly  led, 
Where  we  were  comforted,  and  fed. 

F  4  15  The 


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14  The  ferpent  (paradife  within) 
Tranfpierc'd  us  with  the  dart  of  fin, 
But  Chrift  the  wound,  made  by  its  dart, 
Heal'd  with  the  blood,  warm  from  his  heart. 

15  There  was  nomed'cine  to  be  found 
To  cure  the  fie'ry  ferpent's  wound, 
But  that  of  brafs  intent  to  eye: 
There  was  no  other  remedy  ! 

16  So  nothing  cou'd  allay  the  fmart 

We  felt,  when  pierc'd  by  fin's  keen  dart, 
Befides  Chrift  Jefus  crucify'd,  , 
By  the  brafs  ferpent  typify'd. 

1 7  In  fuch  a  piteous  cafe  we  flood, 
As  does  the  Pelican's  young  brood, 
When  by  iome  pois'nous  ferpent  gore'd, 
E'er  by  their  dam's  own  blood  reftore'd, 

18  Chrift  faw  us  with  his  eye  divine  ; 
And,  like  the  Pelican  benign, 

He  gave  the  blood,  warm  from  his  heart, 
To  mitigate  our  wounds  dire  fmart. 

19  Le*t  us  confider  then  our  cafe, 
The  vaft  advantage,  and  the  grace, 
That  came  unto  a  world  undone, 
From  Jefus'  fufferings  alone. 

20  The  fon  of  fin,  the  Devil's  flave, 
The  child  of  wrath,  and  of  the  grave, 
Each  mortal  was — and  vermin's  food — 
"Till  Chrift  redeem'd  us  with  his  blood. 

21  What's  man,  without  Chrift's  fuccour,   fay! 
But  the  Fiend's  vaffal  and  his  prey, 
Already  doomed  by  God  to  go 

F'rom  Eden  to  the  realms  of  woe  ! 

22  There's  not  a  man,  upon  the  whole, 
Who  can  from  Death  defend  his  foul, 
'Till  he  can  Jefus'  blood  obtain 

To  cleanfe  him  from  each  iinful  ftain. 

23  Throughout 


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23  Throughout  the  world,  there  is  not  one 
That  can  for  his  own  fins  atone, 

'Till  the  Lamb's  blood  he  fhall  obtain, 
To  pay  his  price,  and  eafe  his  pain. 

24  Chrift  is  the  fpotlefs  Lamb,  ordain'd 
The  crimes,  wherewith  the  world  is  flain'd, 
To  take  away — and  to  affuage, 

With  his  heart's  blood,  his  Father's  rage. 

25  Chrift  is  the  prieft,  who  now  on  high 
Refides,  and  with  inceffant  cry 

A  conftant.  intercefiion  makes, 

And  flieds  his  heart's-blood  for  our  fakes. 

16  Chrift  light  to  ev'ry  mortal  gives 

Chrift  is  the  life  of  each  that  lives 


Chrift  is  our  comfort,  and  our  guard  — 
Chrift  from  the  firft,  his  aid  prepar'd! 

27  WithoutChrift's  help,  we're  quite  undone; 
But  we  are  fave'd,  through  Chrift  alone: 
Without  Him,  we  can't  God  perceive  ; 
But  through  Him,  we  with  God  fhall  live. 

28  All  to  the  difmal  realms  of  woe, 

But  they  who  truft  in  Chrift,   fhall  go  : 
Without  Him,  none  fhall  fcale  the  sky, 
How  much  foe'er  they  toil  and  try. 

29  Let  us  in  Chrift  then  learn  to  truft, 
The  great  Redeemer  of  the  juft, 
And  mind  his  precepts  to  obey, 

If  we  in  heaven  e'er  think  to  ftay. 

30  With  his  heart's-blood,  the  world  Chrift  bought, 
And  from  fierce  flames  our  freedom  wrought ; 
Yet  thoufands  in  the  world  fhall  go, 

For  want  of  Faith,  to  Hell  below. 

3  1  Though  Chrift  was  flain,  our  fouls  to  fave — 

Though  a  full  price  for  us  He  gave 

Yet  none  falvation  fhall  receive, 
But  who  alone  in  Him  believe. 

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32  We  fhall  be  faved,  if  we  believe 

In  Chrift if  not we  fhall  not  live : 

He  lives,  who  does  on  Chrift  rely 

Who  does  not  truft  in  Him  fhall  die, 

23  Not  one,    of  any  age,    fhall  go 
To  the  infernal  realms  below, 
But  he  who  fhall  refufe  to  truft 
In  the  Redeemer  of  the  juft. 

34.  HeavVs  gate  is  open  night  and  day, 
(None  fuch  from  it  are  turn'd  away) 
To  ev'ry  Chriftian,  that's  fincere, 
Of  what  degree,  or  rank  foe'er. 

35  No  more  they  of  their  faults  fhall  hear, 
No  more  their  vices  fhall  appear, 

Which  thro'  Chrift's  Blood  are  all  forgiven, 
And  blotted  from  the  rolls  of  heaven. 

36  Chrift  wafh'd  our  fins  and  filth  away, 
Chrift  will  to  blifs  our  fouls  convey, 

Chrift  bought  thofe  fouls,  when  loft  and  gone, 
,  And  what  he  bought,  fhall  be  our  own. 

37  Let's  ne'er  forget,  'till  turn'd  to  clay, 
To  praife  our  Saviour,    night  and  day, 
Who  has  our  fouls  from  ruin  bought ! 
For  us,  what  wonders  has  he  wrought  ? 

38  Let's  to  our  Chief,  our  Saviour,  fhew 
All  praife,  and  ev'ry  honour  due, 
All  true  refpeft,  and  worfhip  fit — 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  fay So  be  it! 

Advice  to  thofe  who  are  defirous  of  ob- 
taining God's  Favour,  and  Forgivenefs  of 
their  Sins. 

1  TT^THoe'er  would  have  the  fins  forgiven, 
V  V     Whereby  he  has  offended  heaven, 
He  muft  with  diligence  purfue 
Thofe  ufeful  Precepts,  that  enfue. 

Thou 


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2  Thou,  firft  of  all,  mud  humbly  own 
Thy  fins,  before  the'  Almighty's  throne  •, 
Nought  from  thy  God  fhou'd  be  conceal'd 
Since  all  things  are  to  Him  unveil'd  ! 

3  And  then  endeavour  to  obferve, 

What  punifhment  thou  doft  deierve 

Eternal  death  !  —  it  is  no  lefs ; 
Becaufe  thou  doft  God's  laws  tranfgreis. 

4  For  furely  thou  canft  not  but  know 
Thy  vices  merit  endlefs  woe  -, 
Then  meekly  beg,  for  Jefus'  fake, 
That  he  wou'd  mercy  on  thee  take ~ 

5  And  know  that  nothing  can  atone 
For  fin,  before  the  Godhead's  throne, 
Befides  Chrift's  death,  and  precious  blood, 
And  the  obedience  which  he  (how'd 

6  That  Jefus,  (thou  muft  too  believe!) 
For  fin  did  a  full  ranfom  give, 
When  on  the  crofs  He  bore  difgrace, 
For  all  the  fins  of  all  our  race 

7  And  know  too,  that  the  God  of  heaven 
Accepts  the  fatisfaction  given, 

And  for  Chrift's  fake,  does  ftill  remit 
Thofe  fins  the  faithful  may  commit 

8  Believe  too,  that  He'll  pardon  thee 
Thy  errors  and  iniquity, 

If  thou,  with  contrite  heart  malt  make 
Thy  fait  to  God  for  Jefus'  fake. 

9  Conceal  not  then  the  fins,  but  own, 
To  which  thou'rt  principally  prone ; 
For  'tis  a  folly  to  deny 

What's  plain  to  God's  all-feeing  eye. 
io  Freely  condemn  thyfelf,  before 
The  Deity's  tremendous  pow'r  ! 
Left  thou  (hou'dft  on  the  day  of  doom, 
To  open  fhame  and  cenfure  come. 


ii  Be- 


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ii  Bewail  each  vile,  and  hateful  fin, 
As  foon  as  thou  the  fame  haft  feen — 
And  ftrive  againft  it,  night  and  day, 
'Till  thou  haft  caft  it  quite  away. 

12  Make  thou  thy  heart  profoundly  figh, 
Make  briny  tears  ftream  from  each  eye, 
Make  thy  fad  fpirit  inly  mourn, 

And  from  it's  vicious  habits  turn. 

13  Then  beg  of  God,1  that  he'd  impart 
To  thee  a  foft  and  tender  heart, 

And  often  grieve,  when  thou'rt  alone, 
For  all  the  crimes,  that  thou  haft  done. 

14  Ne'er  ceafe  to  pray,  and  never  reft, 

'Till  God  has  granted  thy  requeft 

Namely — a  heart,  that  can  relent, 
Can  grieve  for  fin,  and  can  repent- 


15  And  when  thou  a  good  while  haft  griev'd 
For  the  bad  life,  which  thou  haft  liv'd. 
The  promifes  divine  hold  faft, 

As  long  as  e'er  thy  life  fhall  laft. 

16  God  promifes  to  give  relief, 

And  comfort  thofe  that  are  in  grief, 
And  to  forgive  all,  does  confent, 
Who  from  their  very  heart  repent. 

1 7  For  all  thy  vicious  courfes  grieye, 
And  in  thy  Saviour,  Chrift,  believe, 
Forfake  them,  whilft  thou  yet  haft  breath, 
And  thou  fhalt  never  fuffer  death. 

18  For  God  has  promis'dto  provide 
A  Helper,   Comforter,   and  Guide, 
(In  his  own  Son)  to  all  that  mourn, 
And  from  their  fins  repentant  turn. 

19  His  Word,  befides,  the  Lord  does  give, 
That  he  will  all  thy  faults  forgive, 

And  cleanfe  thee  from  thy  deep-grain'd  crimes  ^ 
Jf  thou  wilt  but  repent  betimes. 

20  And 


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zo  And  if  a  penitent  thou'lt  prove, 

He'll  grant  to  thee  his  grace  and  love. 

Mild,  gentle,  merciful,  he'll  be, 
And  ever  live  at  peace  with  thee. 

2 1  He'll  warn  thee  in  the  cleanfing  flood 
Of  his  dear  Son's  mod  precious  blood, 
And  fcour  away  thy  vices  quite, 
'Till  he  has  made  thee  lily-white. 

22  Hold  fall  (and  he  will  thee  applaud) 
The  facred  promifes  of  God: 

The  heav'n  and  earth  mail  both  decay, 
E'er  one  of  them  Ihall  pafs  away. 

23  Then,  as  a  fnake,  thy  fins  deteft — 
A  fnake,  that  rears  it's  bloated  creft, 
And,  hid  fome  mofs-grown  brake  beneath, 
Wou'd  fling  thee  by  furprize  to  death  : 

24  Approach  not  near  the  place,  where  fin 

May  by  her  wiles  allure  thee  in 

Pafs  by  with  fpeed,  her  offers  fhun, 
Nor  headlong  to  temptation  run. 

25  If  thou  wilt  ftep  too  near  the  ground, 

Where  bafks  the  fnake — thy  heel  'twill  wound — 
Or  if  thou'lt  come  too  near  the  fire, 
'Twill  burn,  if  thou  wilt  not  retire. 

26  Take  therefore  of  thy  felf  good  heed, 
Nor  near  temptation's  purlieus  tread; 
'Tis  better  make  a  good  retreat, 
Than  meet  with  fhame,  and  a  defeat. 

27  Do  not  unto  thy  fins  incline 
Again,  like  dogs  or  filthy  fwine, 

Which,  though  they  lately  were  wafh'd  clean, 
Return  unto  the  naufeous  fcene. 

28  Keep  not  bad  company,   whofe  lore 
Will  make  thee  fin  ftill  more  and  more : 
It  nought  avails  to  God  to  pray, 

'Till  thou  from  fuch  haft  turn  d  away : 

29  But 


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29  But  cleave  unto  the  godly  race, 

And  note  their  converfe,  full  of  grace : 
For  each  good  man's  a  ready  guide 
To  lead  thee,  where  the  juft  refide. 

30  Unto  the  Godhead  humbly  pray 

To  turn  thee  from  each  wicked  way, 
And  to  direct  thee,  whilft  thou'rt  here, 
Truly  to  love  him,  and  to  fear. 

3 1  Let  not  the  fiend  thy  reafon  blind, 
Nor  move  again,  to  fin,  thy  mind ; 

But,  through  the  Blood,  which  Jefus  fhed, 
Beneath  thy  feet  the  tempter  tread. 

32  Confort  not  thou  with  drunkards  vile, 
Left  they  thy  morals  fhou'd  defile, 
As  the  fait  water  of  the  tide 
Corrupts  the  rills,  that  to  it  glide. 

33  Quit  then  immediately  thofe  friends, 
Whofe  converfe,  to  debauch  thee,  tends  : 
Shun  them,  and  their  bad  ways  deteft, 
As  thou  wou'dft  pitch  avoid,  when  dreft. 

Advice  to  believe  in  Christ,  and  an  Ex- 
hibition or  difplay  of  the  wonderful  change 
that  is  wrought  irx  the  man  that  believes. 

i  "O  ELIEVE  in  Chrift,  for  thy  Protector  cry, 
J3  God  offers  him  to  all,  both  far  and  nigh, 
Receive  the  gracious  offer,  and  don't  fail ; 
Or  elfe,  thou  fhalt  the  lofs  of  him  bewail. 

2  The  man,  who  Chrift  with  heart  fincere  receives, 
And  with  a  lively  faith  in  him  believes, 

Chrift  will  on  him  his  faving  grace  beftow, 
To  live  like  the  bleft  faints,  whilft  here  below. 

3  Chrift  fhall  to  him  his  holy  Spirit  give, 

That  he,  new-born,  may  a  new  creature  live ; 
Chrift  (hall  quite  change,  and  mould  the  man  anew, 
From  a  rafh  rebel  to  a  fubjecl;  true. 

4  He 


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4  He  gives  his  grace,  our  gloomy  minds  to  light 

He  gives  his  Word,  to  make  us  walk  aright ■ 

To  rule  us,  he  his  holy  Spirit  grants 

He  gives  himfelf,  to  make  up  all  our  wants 

5  So  that  no  foul  in  Chrift  can  well  believe, 

Who  (hall  not  grace  and  ftrengrh  from  him  receive, 

To  emulate  the  conduct  of  the  juft; 

If  right  his  faith,  and  confident  his  truft. 

6  The  grace  of  God,  and  a  fupernal  pow'r, 

Faith  plucks  from  heav'n— to  make  a  man  give  o'er, 
And  thoroughly  abhor,  his  evil  ways, 
And  lead  a  life  of  virtue  all  his  days. 

7  Unlefs  thy  faith  extorts  this  grace  divine, 
And  makes  the  renovated  creature  mine, 
It  is  in  vain  •, — »it  anfwers  to  no  end, 
Unlefs  it  ferves  thy  errors  to  amend. 

S  A  lively  faith  does  grace  from  Chrift  attract, 
And  ftrength  to  put  thy   theory  in  act: 
All  it's  old  fins  it  utterly  forfakes, 
And  of  the'  whole  man  a  renovation  makes. 

9  Howe'er  corrupt  the  nature  that's  in  thee 

However  weak  thy  intellects  may  be 

Believe  in  Chrift,  invoke  his  holy  name, 

And,  when  he  pleafes,  he  can  change  the  fame. 

io  Although  the  Jailer  was  a  finful  foul 

Though  Paul  was,  once,  as  finful,  on  the  whole — 

And  though  ManafTes  was  ftill  worfe  agen 

Yet  they,  thro' Chrift,  were  made  quite  dirt' rent  men. 

1 1  So  can  he  make  of  thee,  thou  finful  foul ! 
Although  by  nature  reprobate  and  foul, 
A  perfect  faint — if  thou  in  him  wilt  place 
Thy  truft — thereby  to  get  his  aid  and  grace. 

12  Chrift,  that  great  perfecutor  Paul,  reform' d, 
And  to  a  glorious  preacher  ibon  tran  form'd  •, 
The  woman  too,  of  bad  report  and  fame, 
From  a  mere  raven,  a  white  dove  became. 

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13  Believe  in  Chrift  with  heart  fincerely  true, 

And  he'll  thy  mind  and  manners  form  anew       ■      ■■ 
Chriftians  he'll  make  out  of  a  fiend-like  race, 
And  of  the  foe  of  God,  a  child  of  grace. 

14  Prefume  not,  then,  that  thy  belief  is  right, 
If  Chrift  thy  nature  has  not  alter'd  quite  : 
For  Chrift  a  total  change  of  manners  gives 
To  each,  that  faithfully  in  him  believes. 

15  Behold  Zaccheus,  Magdalene,  and  Paul! 

You  foon  fhall  fee  that  Chrift  will  change  them  all : 
Their  morals  all  at  once  are  ftrictly  juft, 
As  foon  as  they  in  Jefus  place  their  truft. 

16  Tho',  in  the  morning,  Saul  did  all  he  cou'd, 
Like  a  fierce  wolf,  to  fned  the  Chriftian's  blood; 
Yet,  foon  as  he  belie v'd,  this  wolf  became, 

By  noon  that  very  day,  a  perfect  lamb. 

17  Before  Zaccheus  was  a  Chriftian  made, 
To  rob  the  needy,  was  his  daily  trade  •, 

But,  when  he  once  believ'd,  he  gave  the  poor 
The  greateft  part  of  what  he  gain'd  before. 

1 8  Though  Magdalene  was  once  a  reprobate, 
And  finn'd,  e'er  fhe  believ'd  at  any  rate, 
Yet  afterwards  a  virtuous  life  fhe  led, 

And  was  declared  a  faint,  when  fhe  was  dead. 

1  o  So  fhalt  thou  ev'ry  vicious  habit  leave, 

When  thou  fhalt  once  unto  thy  Saviour  cleave  : 
For,  'till  there  is  this  reformation  wrought, 
Thy  faith  can  only  a  mere  whim  be  thought. 

20  Faith,  unaccompany'd  by  works,  is  dead 

A  formlefs  faith — a  trunk  without  a  head 

A  faith,  that  blinds —  a  falfe,  fallacious  faith 

A  faith,  that  leads  the  ready  way  to  death ! 

2 1  There  is  no  fire,  without  attending  heat — 

There  is  no  water — but  it  muft  be  wet 

There's  no  good  vine — but  is  with  clufters  crown'd  -, 
No  lively  faith,  without  it's  fruits  is  found ! 

22   Shou'd 


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22  Shou'd  any  one  affirm,  that  he  believes, 
And  yet  repents  not — he  himfelf  deceives  : 

His  faith  is  nought,  but  froth — or,  at  the  moft, 
All  his  belief  is  but  an  idle  boaft. 

23  There  is  no  true  believer  can  do  lefs 

Than  mend  his  morals,  and  his  lufts  fupprefs  5 
Becaufe  that  Chrift  to  all  believers  gives 
His  holy  Spirit,   to  amend  their  lives. 

24  Be  not  deceiv'd,  thou  finner  mofl  obfcene, 
Where  there  is  faith,  there  holy  lives  are  feen: 
For  if  thy  faith  is  worthy  to  be  known, 

By  it's  good  works  let  it  be  plainly  fhown. 

25  If  in  thy  faith  there  does  no  life  appear, 

If  it  no  grace,  in  word  and  work,  does  bear, 

'Tis  but  the  name  of  faith  upon  the  whole ■ 

A  faith,  that  never  can  preferve  thy  foul!  ' 

Advice  to  avoid  bad  Company. 

X   TTTHoever  a  religious  life  wou'd  live, 

V  V     Submiffive  to  the  will  of  his  dread  Sire, 
He  firft  of  all  molt  earneftly  muft  drive 
From  all  bad  converfation  to  retire. 

2  He  muft  no  more  with  debauchees  con  fort, 
But  quit  them  all  without  regret  or  pain  ; 
As  Mofes  quitted  the  Egyptian  court, 

And  Lot  and  Abraham  the  Chaldean  plain. 

3  As  weeds  are  known  to  choke  the  riling  grain — 
As  vinegar  the  fweeteft  milk  will  fpoil- 


As  pitch,  if  touch'd,  is  apt  thy  clothes  to  (tain 

So  vicious  converfe  will  thy  morals  foil. 

Beware  the  ferpent's  fting — or  thou  malt  fmart — 
And  from  the  plague,  left  it  fhou'd  kill  thee,  run— 
And  if  Salvation  thou  haft  much  at  heart, 
With  equal  care  all  wicked  converfe  fhun. 

G  5   From 


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From  Sodom,  like  another  Patriarch,  fly- 
Hafte  from  the  idle  and  the  vile  away- 


All  faunt'rers  quit — preferve  thy  foul,  and  try 
To  leave  the  faithlefs  folk  without  delay. 

6  Whilft  Mofes  ftay'd  amongft  the' Egyptian  race, 
Whilft  Abraham  fojourn'd  with  the  Syrian  crew, 
The  Lord  ne'er  deign'd  to  manifefl  his  grace, 
'Till  they  aloof  from  fuch  vile  men  withdrew. 

7  The  fons  of  Satan,  and  their  friendfhips,  flee, 
Soon  as  thou  canft,  if  thou  art  truly  wife : 
For  there  can  never  any  concord  be, 
Between  the  fons  of  hell,  and  of  the  Ikies. 

§  The  converfation  therefore  of  the  wife, 
The  good,  and  blamelefs,  eagerly  purfue  : 
For  they  will  teach  thee  how  to  mount  the  fkies, 
To  know  thy  God,  and  pay  him  rev'rence  due. 

9  Whilft  Saul  the  fteps  of  Samuel  purfue'd, 
A  faint  he  grew,  who  was  a  fiend  before  j 
But  when  his  vile  acquaintance  he  renew'd, 
The  faint  became  a  very  fiend  once  more. 

io  Follow  a  Prophet he'll  enlighten  thee 

Follow  a  Rabbi thou  fhalt  walk  by  rule 

Follow  a  Saint and  thou  a  Saint  fhall  be 

Follow  a  Fool- and  thou'lt  be  (till  a  Fool. 

1 1  Upon  thy  knees  without  ceffation  pray, 
That  God  to  thee  his  fecret  paths  wou'd  fhow, 
And  turn  thee  from  each  crofs  and  dang'rous  way, 
Into  the  road,  wherein  he'd  have  thee  go. 

12  Until  the  Sire  of  Light  fhall  clear  thine  eye 

Until  thy  Saviour  mall  thy  foul  renew 

The  path  of  Life  thou  never  canft  efpy, 

No  more  than  blind-men  can  the  fun-fhine  view. 

13  Take  thou  the'  Almighty's  lantern  in  thy  hand, 
That  it  may  always  light  thee  on  the  road : 
None  mall  attain  unto  the  promis'd  land, 
Unlefs  illumine'd  by  the  Word  of  God. 

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14  Whate'er  is  by  the  Word  enjoin'd  thee,  do ; 
And  from  whatever  it  forbids,  refrain, 
And  it  will  clearly  teach  thee  how  to  go, 
Where  thou  fhalt  favour,  life,  and  mercy  gain* 

1 5  Take  heed,  take  fpecial  heed  I  thee  require, 
That  thou  doft  not  thy  carnal  will  obey, 
Nor  live  a  flave  unto  thy  heart's  defire-, 
But  as  the  Gofpel's  light  fhall  point  the  way. 

1 6  But,  if  thou  art  upon  improvement  bent, 
Doft  grace,  and  virtue,  and  falvation  chufe — 
Follow  the  way  thy  bleiTed  Saviour  went, 

Nor  the  fafe  track,  by  him  mark'd  out,  e'er  lofe  *. 

1 7  At  firft  it  is  with  difficulty  pafl, 

And  by  the  carnal  with  reluctance  trod  •, 
But  'twill  be  lmooth  and  eafy  at  the  laft, 
And  lead  thee  foon  and  fafely  to  thy  God. 

1 8  The  road  to  ruin,  at  the  firit,  is  plain, 
And  by  all  trav'lers  eafy  to  be  found-, 
But  when  the  farther!  end  of  it  they  gain, 

There  lies  a  gulph,   moft  hideous  and  profound! 

19  When  virtue's  path  thou  for  a  while  hail  try'd, 
Do  all  thou  canft  to  keep  it  ftill  in  fight, 

Nor  from  it  ever  dare  to  turn  afide, 

'Till  it  has  brought  thee  to  the  realms  of  light. 

20  It  nought  avails  thy  journey  to  begin, 
If  thou  returned  to  thy  fins  again  -, 

No  one  the  promis'd  Crown  fhall  ever  win, 
Who  does  not  faithful,  unto  death,  remain. 

2 1  Judas  and  f  Saul  their  courfe  in  hafte  begun, 
As  Demas  did,  who  chofe  this  prefent  world ; 
Yet,  as  they  fail'd,  before  the  race  was  run, 
They  three  were  to  th'  infernal  prifon  hurl'd. 

1 1   Follow  thy  Saviour,  both  in  deed  and  word, 
And  tread  the  path,  which  he  himfelf  once  erode, 
Perform  with  zeal  the  mandates  of  the  Lord, 
And  never  deviate  from  the  facred  road. 

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The  Lamentation  of  a  Sinner, 

1  f^\  ^oc*  °^  ^ercy,  c^eign  to  near 

V^/  My  plaint,  and  lend  a  gracious  ear ! 
A  finner,  in  a  piteous  cafe, 
Implores  thy  pardon  and  thy  grace. 

2  Although,  I  fear  I've  anger'd  thee, 
My  gracious  Sire!   to  that  degree, 
That,  flung  by  confcience,  to  the  fkies 
1  dare  not  lift  my  downcaft  eyes  : 

3  But,  like  the  Publican,  I  bow 
My  head,  in  penitence,  full  low, 
And,  though  chief  of  the  finful  crew, 
Moft  humbly  for  thy  favour  fue — 

4  And  I  prefume  this  fuit  to  make, 

Not  for  my  own,  but  for  (Thrift's  fake, 
Who  fuffer'd,  on  the'  accurfed  tree, 
Unutterable  pain  for  me 

5  And  if  I  can  no  pardon  gain 
By  virtue  of  His  woes  and  pain, 
I  muft  to  hell  dire&ly  go, 
That  region  of  eternal  woe ! 

6  E'en  from  my  infancy  I've  been 

The  child  of  wrath,  and  plunge'd  in  fin; 
And  to  thy  law  no  heed  I  gave, 
But  livd  to  ev'ry  vice  a  (lave. 

7  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  oft  blafpheme'cT, 
And  oft  the  fcriptures  madly  blame'd, 

I  ne'er  the  glorious  Gofpel  prize'd, 
But  as  an  old  wife's  tale  defpife'd. 

8  By  the  moft  precious  Blood  that  ftream'd 
From  Chrift,  whereby  I  was  redeem'd, 
By  day  and  night  I  often  fwore, 
Regardleis  of  the  pains  he  bore. 


9  Thy 


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9  Thy  Sabbaths  I  profanely  fpent 
In  riot  and  vain  merriment, 
Or,  which  is  worfe,  in  drunkenncfs, 
And  ev'ry  blameable  excefs. 

io  When  other  folks,  of  all  degrees, 

Were  night  and  morning  on  their  knees--- 

I,  woe  is  me!  in  idle  play, 

In  fome  by-corner,  pais'd  the  day. 

1 1  Though  fweet,  as  honey,  is  thy  word 
To  ev'ry  pious  foul,  O  Lord ! 

Yet,  to  my  tafte,  'twas  bitt'rer  far 

Than  naufeous  draughts  of  wormwood  are. 

12  Lewdnefs  and  lull  I  follow 'd  long, 
Like  one  of  that  polluted  throng, 
Which  in  Gomorrah  liv'd  of  yore, 
'Till  I  was  even  at  death's  door. 

13  I  drank  my  glafs,  caroufe'd,  and  joke'd5 
And  all  daylong  tobacco  fmoke'd, 

As  if  for  that  alone  I  liv'd  ; 

For  which  I  now  am  fadly  griev'd. 

14  My  youth  in  vanity  and  pride, 
And  in  a  thoufand  fins  befide, 
I  totally  contrive'd  to  fpend, 
Regardlefs  of  my  latter  end 

15  And  now  that  folemn  fcene  draws  nigh, 
Not  one  jot  better  yet  am  I, 

Than  (if  I  mull  avow  the  truth) 
I  was  e'en  in  the  heat  of  youth. 

16  I've  therefore  often  wonder'd,  how 
Thou  fo  much  lenity  didft  mow, 

And  how  her  jaws  the' earth  did  not  ope, 
To  fwallow  me,  like  Dathan,  up. 

17  There's  fcarce  a  fingie  act  of  v/rong, 
Or  crime,  the  lift  of  crimes  among, 
Which  I,  alas!    did  not  plunge  in, 
Immers'd  up  to  the  very  chin. 

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1 8  Hadft  thou  not  been  by  nature  kind, 
And  to  compaflion  much  inclin'd, 
To  Hell  I  had  e'er  this  been  thrown, 
There  in  fierce  flames  to  make  my  moan. 

19  O  Lord,  I  frankly  own  to  thee, 
That  1  have  long  deferve'd  to  be 
Deprive'd  quite  of  the  vital  air  : 
So  num'rous  my  tranfgreflions  are  ! 

20  And  waft  thou  not,  O  God  moft  high  ! 
So  wond'rous  good  and  gracious,  I 
Had  thought  my  load  too  great  to  bear, 
And  been,  like  Cain,  urge'd  to  defpair. 

2 1  Yet  hence  I  comfort  do  receive, 
When  nothing  elfe  can  comfort  give, 
That  greater  is  thy  mercy,  far, 
Than  all  my  foul  offences  are. 

22  For  though  they  be  in  number  more 
Than  are  the  fands  upon  the  more, 
Yet  is  thy  mercy  much  more  wide, 
Than  is  the  earth-furrounding  tide. 

23  I,  therefore,  tru ft  that  where  fin  reign'd, 
And  over  me  a  conqueft  g-in'd, 

E'en  there  thy  free  celeftial  grace, 
Shall  conquer  all  that's  in  me  bafe. 

24  O  God,  thou  haft  moft  gracious  been, 
And  pardon'd  many  a  heinous  fin  \ 
Then  be  not  more  fevere  to  me, 
Though  finful  to  the  laft  degree  ! 

25  For  when  the  Ninevites  erft  quitted 
The  countlefs  fins  they  had  committed, 
Although  their  vices  were  fo  great, 
Yet  they  with  grace  became  replete. 

26  Although  ManafTes  was  of  yore 

So  vile — his  like  was  not  before 

Yet  he  thy  gracious  pardon  gain'd, 
"When  from  his  vices  he  refrain'd. 


27  The 


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iy  The  royal  prophet  David  too, 
Although  his  fins  were  not  a  few, 
Yet  when  he  humbly  cry'd  to  thee, 
Was,  by  thy  grace,  from  fin  fet  free. 

2  8  And  likewife  Mary  Magdalene, 

Though  long  a  moil  notorious  quean, 
Was,  for  the  copious  tears  fhe  fhed, 
By  thy  all-gracious  favour  free'd. 

29  And  the  young  prodigal  of  old, 
(When  he  had  all  his  fubftance  fold) 
Thro'  grace  obtain'd,  thy  will  obey'd  5 
Tho'  he  fo  long  the  fool  had  play'd. 

30  I  therefore  hopes  have  entertain'd, 
Though  I  have  thy  difpleafure  gain'd, 
That  I  thy  favour  ihall  again, 

For  my  Redeemer's  fake,  obtain. 

31  With  earned,  mournful,  piteous  cries, 
With  bleeding  heart  and  dreaming  eyes, 
For  Jefus'  lake,  both  night  and  day, 

I  humbly  for  forgivenefs  pray. 

32  Remember,  Lord!  and  bear  in  mind, 
That  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  kind, 

His  heart's  blood  offer'd  up  for  me, 
As  an  atonement  unto  thee. 

33  Remember  too,  that  then  He  bore 
Fierce  pains  for  me,  and  anguifh  fore, 
Nay,  death,  and  all  the  pangs  fevere, 
Which  I  myfelf  deferv'd  to  bear. 

34  Then,  for  His  paflion's  fake,  forgive, 

And  to  thy  mercy  me  receive 

And  for  his  Sweat  and  Suff 'ring's  fake, 
No  other  fatisfaction  take. 

35  But  freely  now,  whilft  yet  I  live, 
Forgive  my  fins,  O  God  !  forgive- 


And  head  and  heels,  O  plunge  me,  o'er, 
In  Chrift's  all-cleanfing  precious  gore  ! 

G  4  36  Although 


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36  Although  my  fins  are  deeply  grain'd, 
As  if  they  were  with  fcarlet  ftain'd, 
One  drop  of  that,  thofe  ftains  will  clear, 
And  make  them  white  as  lawn  appear. 

37  I  therefore  place  my  confidence 

In  Chriit's  blood  and  benevolence  ; 
In  hopes  that  I,  without  annoy, 
May  be  receiv'd  to  endlefs  joy — 

38  And  led  to  Chrift  in  paradife, 
Above  the  earth  and  nether  fkies, 
To  have  my  fhare  of  all  the  good, 
Which  He  has  purchafe'd  with  His  blood — 

39  Into  which  ever-blifsful  place, 
May  God,  of  his  abundant  grace, 
Conduct  us  all :  there  to  adore 
Him,  for  His  mercy,  evermore  ! 

Godly  Exhortations  to  a  CHILD. 

1  Tl  MY  deareft  child,  to  me  draw  near, 
Jl VJL  Unto  my  precepts  lend  an  ear, 
And,  all  thy  life^  to  them  attend, 

If  thou  wou'dft  unto  God  afcend. 

2  Thy  God,  whilft  thou  haft  being,  fear, 
Ever  his  aweful  name  revere, 

With  all  thy  heart  obey  his  will, 
His  gofpel  hear,  his  laws  fulfil. 

3  Still  let  the  word  of  God  prefide, 
Both  as  thy  councillor  and  guide, 
Let  it  thy  conduct  wholly  fway, 
Whatever  thou  doft  do,  or  fay. 

4  Be  it  a  lamp — thy  path  to  light — 
Thy  tutor — to  direcl  thee  right, 
To  take  thee  from  all  ill  away, 
And  lead  thee  to  the  fource  of  dav, 


Do 
1 


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5  Do  nothing,  be  it  fmall,  or  great, 
According  to  thy  own  conceit: 
For  fin  thy  nature  has  deprave'd, 
'Till  thou,  thro'  grace,  again  art  fave'd. 

6  Strive  then  thy  wayward  will  to  rein, 
Since  virtue  is  to  it  a  pain, 

And,  'till  by  God's  word,  thou'rt  fet  right, 
It  ftill  in  evil  takes  delight. 
*j  Of  fin,  however  fmall,  take  heed  -, 
Beneath  her  robe  a  fting  is  hid  : 
Short  pleafures  bring  a  long  regret, 
Sin  owes  to  Death  a  certain  debt. 

8  If  Adam  did  endure  fo  much, 
Who  only  did  one  apple  touch : 
What  punifhment  muft  they  fuftain, 
Who  all  their  lives  in  fin  remain  ? 

9  If  thou,  to  err,    doft  once  begin, 
Beware,  left  thou  again  fhou'dft  fin  : 
No  price  for  the  leaft  fin  is  known, 
Befides  the  Blood  of  Chrift  alone. 

io  Once  free  from  fin,  pollution  fhun, 
Nor  dog-like,   to  thy  vomit  run, 
Or  like  to  hogs,which  tho'  wafh'd  clean, 
To  their  lov'd  mire  return  agen. 

n  If  Mofes,  from  the  promis'd  land, 
Was  for  a  Angle  fin  reftrain'd  ; 
They  fure,  who've  finn'd  a  thoufand  times, 
Muft  forfeit  heaven  for  their  crimes. 

12  Worfe  than  a  ferpent,  pride  deteft  ; 
Who  foars  too  high,  (hall  be  depreft  : 
Difgrace  attends  the  haughty  ftride, 
And  fudden  flips  the  foot  of  pride. ' 

13  If  for  his  pride  th'  archangel  fell 
From  Heaven,  to  the'  abyfs  of  Hell ; 
Where  mall  we,  duft  and  dirt,  be  toft, 
If  we  our  felf-importance  boaft  ? 


14  Never 


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14  Never  defile  thy  Neighbour's  bed, 
To  fuch  crimes,  fools  alone  are  led  : 
For  he  that  treads  on  glowing  coals, 
Mull  needs  expect  to  burn  his  foles. 

15  If  Pharaoh,  for  that  fin  did  fmart, 
Who  only  lufled  in  his  heart 

For  Abraham's  wife — what  grievous  pain 
Muft  they,  who've  done  the  deed,  fuflain  ? 

1 6  Swear  not  by  God's  tremendous  name, 
All  caufelefs  oaths  from  Satan  came : 
The  curfe  of  God,  like  fmoke,  will  fill 
The  houfe,  wherein  men  God  revile. 

ly  If  king  Senacherib  was  (lain, 

Becaufe  he  took  God's  name  in  vain  : 
How  can  the  Chriflian  'fcape  from  ill. 
Who  (hall  Chrift,  and  his  blood  revile? 

1 8  Obferve  with  awe,  the  Seventh  day, 
Attend  the  church— hear,  watch  and  pray— 
Thy  God  invoke — thy  pot  forfake — 
Nor  the  fiend's  feafl,  the  Sabbath  make. 

19  For  if  our  God  the  man  did  flay, 
Who  gather'd  wood  upon  that  day, 
Their  bones  fhall  He  not  rather  break, 
Who  fpend  it  worfe  than  all  the  week  ? 

20  No  portion  of  thy  tithes  detain, 
Nor  from  thy  offerings  refrain  •, 
Thou  robbeft  an  avenging  God, 
If  thou  committer!  any  fraud. 

2 1  Who  robs  his  God,  fhall  feel  his  curfe ; 
For  he,  who  tithes  by  fraud  or  force 
With-holds,does  heaven's  bleffings  flop, 
And  hinders  the' earth  to  yield  it's  crop. 

2  2  Think  drunkennefs  thy  greatefl  foe  ; 
No  drunkard  fhall  to  Heaven  go  : 
Hell  opes  her  jaws,  and  yawns  amain, 
The  bloated  brute  to  entertain, 


23  If 


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23  If  Efau  was  reproach'd  of  old, 
Who  for  a  mefs  his  birthright  fold : 
What  keen  reproaches  fhall  he  hear, 
Who  fells  his  foul,  and  heave'n,  for  beer? 

24  Nor  churl,  nor  ufurer,  e'er  be  ; 
Churls  are  the  ftewards  of  the  free  : 
What  fathers  hoard  thro'  avarice, 
Their  lavifh  heirs  fpend  in  a  trice. 

25  Sooner  a  camel,  to  and  fro, 

May  through  a  fmall-eye'd  needle  go, 
Than  rrrifers  cruel,  and  unkind, 
To  heaven  can  an  entrance  find. 

26  To  grind  the  poor,  be  thou  afraid  ; 
Chrift  is  a  juftice  can't  be  fway'd: 
To  rob  them,  whofoever  tries, 
Flies  in  his  Saviour's  face  and  eyes. 

27  Ahab,  becaufe  (altho'  in  vain) 

He  Naboth's  vineyard  fought  to  gain, 
Soon  found  his  error  to  his  coil, 
His  children  fiain,  his  kingdom  loft  ! 

28  If  Dives  fell  to  Satan's  pow'r, 

Who  his  own  goods  deny'd  the  poor; 
Where  mail  the  wealthy  churls  be  thrown 
Who  ftrip  the  poor,  of  all  they  own  ? 

29  Take  heed  of  theft,  of  fraud  take  heed; 
No  real  gains  can  thence  proceed  : 
Where-e'er  they  are,  there's  always  lofs, 
The  curfe  of  God,  and  ev'ry  crofs. 

30  If  none  of  Achan's  race  were  left, 
Who  only  hid  a  trivial  theft-, 

W'o'nt  God  his  wrath  on  them  pour  down, 
Who  rob  the  poor,  of  all  they  own  ? 

3 1  Keep  not  (or  thou  fhak  fufTer  for't j 
Unequal  weights,  or  meafures  ftiort: 
For  odious,  in  the'  Almighty's  fight, 
Is  the  falfe  fcale,  and  fcanty  weight. 

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32  Whate'er  a  man,  thro'  fraud  obtains, 
Or  by  an  unjuft  balance  gains, 
Into  a  ragged  bag  is  place'd, 

And,  through  the  bottom,  runs  to  waftc, 

33  Touch  not,  whate'er  thou  doft,  a  bribe; 
'Twill  eat  thee  up,  with  all  thy  tribe. 
And  will  not  leave  a  mite,  among 
Thy  race,  that  did  to  thee  belong. 

34  The  leprofy  Gehazi  caught, 

Amongfl  the  clothes  he  fo  much  fought : 
So  bribes  will,  'tis  as  plain  a  cafe  ! 
Undo  a  man,  and  all  his  race. 

$5  Beware  of  lying,  whilft  on  earth  ; 
The  ferpent  gave  to  lying  birth: 
The  truth,  and  nought  but  truth,  ftill  tell ; 
Lies  owe  their  origin  to  hell ! 

36  If  Ananias  quickly  die'd, 
Becaufe  he  to  the  Spirit  lie'd, 
And,  with  his  wife,  met  a  fwift  fate : 
Still,  whilft  we  live,  let's  lying  hate. 

37  For  his  defects,  no  one  mifcall 
(God  is  the  Maker  of  us  all !) 

Or  fool,  or  blind,  or  hunch'd,  or  lame: 
Who  man  reviles,  reviles  God's  name. 

38  If  Chrift  will  doom  him  to  hell's  pool, 
Who  only  calls  his  brother,  fool : 
The  man,  who  calls  his  parents  names, 
Mull  fure  be  doom'd  to  fiercer  flames ! 

39  Wou'dft  thou  the  Son  of  God  be  ftile'd : 
Ne'er  ill  for  ill  return,  my  child ! 

Aid,  and  affift  thy  greatefl  foe, 
Nor  harm  to  any  mortal  do. 

40  For,  pray,  what  difference  canfl  thou  fhew? 
Betwixt  the  Chriftian,  and  the  Jew, 

If  'tis  allow'd  thee  to  requite 
Evil  for  evil,  fpite  for  fpite  ? 

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41  No  mifchiefdo,  in  hopes  to  find 
Thy  Judge  companionate  and  kind; 
Or  thou  no  favour  fhalt  obtain, 
But  be  confign'd  to  endlefs  pain. 

42  If  in  the  prefence  of  the  Lord, 

We  muft  account  for  each  vain  word  : 
How  mail  we  anfwer,   O  my  foul ! 
For  each  bad  deed,  and  bargain  foul  ? 

43  None  of  the  goodly  gifts  abufe, 
Which  God  has  given  to  thy  ufe, 

The  day  will  come,  when  thou  muft  give 
Account,  for  all  thou  didft  receive. 
-44  If  Chrift  caft  him  to  gloom  profound, 
Who  hid  his  talent  under  ground  : 
Where  mail  each  fimple  fot  be  fent, 
Who  principal,  and  all,  has  fpent  ? 

45  Be  (till  prepare'd — to-day! — to-night! — 
Thy  lamp  well  fill'd — thy  garments  white — - 
Come  to  thy  Judge  in  trim  array ; 
To-morrow'  next  may  be  the  day  ! 

46  If  Chrift,  the  gate  fo  quickly  barr'd 
'Gainft  thofe,  who  were  almoft  prepar'd  -, 
How  can  they  hope  for  entrance  there, 
Who  ne'er,  fince  they  were  born,  took  care? 

47  Lay  ev'ry  idle  fport  afide, 

And  think  what  may  thy  foul  betide : 

We  all  from  hence  in  hafte  muft  go • 

Or  to  the  realms  of  blifs,  or  woe. 

48  If  no  one  (hall  to  heaven  go, 
Who  drives  not,  all  he  can,  to  do  : 
How  (hall  the  man,  who  wou'd  go  there, 
Whilft  he's  afleep,  or  playing — fare  ? 

49  None,  e'er  they've  run,  the  prize  obtain- 
None,  e'er  they've  lerv'd,  their  wages  gain- 
None,  heav'n  can  earn,  e'er  they  fulfil, 
Firft  here  on  earth,  their  Maker's  will ! 

50  Chrift 


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50  Chrift,  will  on  none  the  crown  beftow, 
Who  has  not  fought,   and  foil'd  his  foe  ^ 
Nor  will  He  ever  give  to  any, 

Who  have  not  labour'd  here,  a  penny. 

51  It  nought  avails  to  cry,  Lord  \    Lord  I 
Heave'n  is  not  got  by  one  vague  word  : 
But  men  muft  like  true  Chriflians  live, 
E'er  they  to  Heaven  can  arrive, 

52  I  therefore,   ev'ry  foul  advife, 
That  wou'd  afcend  the  diftant  fkies, 
To  live  a  life  that's  good  and  pure, 
His  own  falvation  to  fecure  ! 

53  Shou'd  any  ask,  Who  wrote  this  fong  t 
Say,  'Twas  a  fwain,  who  much  did  long 
(By  fuch  advice  as  this)  to  keep 
From  Hell's  ab'yfs  his  heedlefs  fheep. 

ADVICE  to  a   YOUTH. 

t  TP\  EAR  child  !    thy  letter  came  to  me, 
\^p  Replete  with  fenfe  and  piety, 
Which  begs  that  my  Advice  I'd  give, 
How  thou  may'ft  as  a  Chriftian  live. 

2  It  is  a  fign  of  grace  to  find 
A  lad  fo  young,  fo  well  inclin'd 

To  know  God's  word — — to  learn  the  fame 

The  flefh,  and  all  it's  lulls  to  tame. 

3  Thefe  good  defires  to  gratify, 
Take  this  fincere  Advice  from  me, 
And  let  it  all  thy  fteps  attend 
From  childhood  to  thy  latter  end. 

4  Remember,  in  the  bloom  of  youth, 
To  ferve  the  Lord  thy  God  in  Truth, 
And  thy  Creator  to  adore, 
E'er  age  fhall  have  impair'd  thy  pow'r. 

5  Begin 


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5  Begin,  e'er  thou  doft  older  grow, 
Thy  Saviour  and  thy  God  to  know, 
His  Statutes  keep,  his  Word  defire  ; 
So  fhall  thy  age  Refpect  acquire. 

6  Thy  veffel,  whilft  it  yet  is  new, 
In  the  pure  wine  of  faith  imbue  : 
So  fhall  a  fweet  perfume  attend 
Thy  virtuous  life  unto  it's  end. 

7  Deep  in  thy  youthful  bofom  place 
The  feeds  of  ev'ry  Chriftian  grace-, 

Left  the  fiend's  tares  therein  fhou'd  breed- 
As  'twas  not  fown  with  virtue's  feed. 

8  Endeavour  foon  a  bloom  to  mow  ; 
As  forward  almonds  early  blow : 

The  tree,  that  flow'rs  not  in  the  fpring, 
Will  never  fruit  in  autumn  bring. 

9  God  does  from  all  his  fons  demand 
The  earlieft  produce  of  the  land, 
But,  with  abhorrence  and  diftafte, 
Rejects  the  fecond,  and  the  laft. 

io  To  thy  Creator  therefore  ftrive 

The  firft-fruks  of  thy  ftrength  to  give. 
And  ne'er  thy  time  abiurdly  fpend 
To  pleafure  the  infernal  fiend. 

1 1  Give  not  to  him  the  wine's  firft  run, 
The  dregs  to  Chrift,  when  that  is  done, 
Nor  with  thy  ftrength  the  tempter  pleafe, 
Whilft  nought  remains  for  God,  but  lees. 

12  Curs'd  is  the  fool,  that  gives  the  foe 
The  prime  of  all  his  life  below, 
And  his  Redeemer  fain  wou'd  pleafe 
With  feeble  age,  and  wan  difeaie. 

1 3  Beware  of  fin,  whilft  yet  a  child  ^ 
Whoe'er  admits  it,  is  defil'd, 
'Twill  to  a  fecond  nature  go, 

And  worfe  and  worfe  thou'lt  daily  grow. 


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14  If  thou  art  ufe'd,  whilft  young,  to  vicey 
And  early  dofl  thy  God  defpife  •, 
When  old,  to  leave  it,  will  be  quite 

As  hard,  as  'tis  to  make  black,  white, 

15  Give  then,  whilft  young,  thy  very  foul 
And  body  too,  without  controul, 
To  ferve  thy  Maker,  and  to  fight 
Againft  the  foe  with  all  thy  might. 

16  Like  Daniel,  whilft  thou  yet  art  young, 
Avoid  all  liquors  that  are  ftrong : 

To  dainty  food  be  not  inclin'd, 
But  fix  on  God  alone  thy  mind. 

1 7  Like  Samuel  learn,  whilft  but  a  boy, 
To  ftand  before  thy  God  with  joy, 
And  lift  to  what  thy  gracious  Lord 
Shall  tell  thee  in  his  written  word. 

1 8  Like  young  Jofiah  tread  aright, 

Tho'  thou  fhou'dft  be  no  more  than  J  eight, 
Unto  the  law,  attention  give, 
Fear  God,  and  as  his  fervant,  live. 

19  Like  Timothy,  the  fcriptures  learn, 
E'en  from  thy  youth,  and  thou'lt  difcern 
That  they  will  make  thee  wondrous  wife, 
And  to  the  height  of  virtue  rife. 

20  Like  Chrift,  to  church  each  Sabbath  go 
With  them,  to  whom  thou  life  doft  owe, 
And,  when  as  yet  fcarce  twelve  years  old, 
Debates  with  learned  Dodors  hold. 

21  Hear  thou  the  law — the  Gofpel  hear ■ 

And  well  in  mind  both  of  them  bear 

Then  ftrive  to  live  exceeding  clofe 

Unto  the  rules,  prefcribe'd  by  thofe. 

22  Thou  doft  in  a  drear  gloom  refide  ; 
Take  then  God's  Word  thy  feet  to  guide : 
Without  the  Gofpel's  Light  none  yet 
Did  ever  into  heaven  get. 

J  Eight  Years  old.  23   Though 


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23  Though  God  above  thou  canft  not  fee\, 
Yet  in  his  Word  he  talks  with  thee, 
And  mews  thee,  thence,  his  iacred  will, 
Which  he  enjoins  thee  to  fulfil. 

24  Confult  the  facred  page,  and  fee, 
What  is  therein  commanded  thee, 

And  do,  whate'er  God  wou'd  have  done  -, 
What  he  forbids  thee,  let  alone. 

25  Take  heed,  by  thee,  that  e'en  the  leaft 
Of  God's  commands  be  not  tranfgrefs'd  ' 
Death  for  the  leaft  offence  is  due, 
God's  curfe,  and  endlefs  woe  enfue. 

26  For  ev'ry  crime  by  mortals  done, 
Our  righteous  Judge  infills  upon 

The  death  of  him,  who  did  the  deed — ' — 
Or  Chrift  muft  fuffer  in  his  (lead. 

27  Where  thou  a  thoufand  times  haft  fwerv'd 

From  God,  and  death  as  oft  deferv'd 

Repent  as  oft,  and  fin  no  more, 

And  pardon  from  thy  God  implore. 

28  Confefs  thy  fins,  both  great  and  fmall 

Unto  thy  God  confefs  them  all 

And  thy  paft  vanities  bemoan, 

And  God  will  pardon  ev'ry  one. 

29  Of  all  thy  former  fins  repent, 
And  of  thy  youth  in  error  fpent: 
If  tears  thou  doft  not  for  them  ftied, 
They'll  pull  God's  judgement  on  thy  head. 

30  Ephraim,  'till  of  his  fins  afhame'd,       Jer.xxxl.  iQ)2r. 
And  David,  'till  he  fore  exclaim'd 

Againft  them,  cou'd  no  pardon  gain  : 
Neither  malt  thou,  'till  then,  obtain. 

31  Until  to-morrow  ne'er  delay, 

Left  Death  fhou'd  drag  thee  hence  away 
This  night,  aileep,  unto  thy  doom, 
When  there's  for  penitence  no  room. 

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32  Myriads  of  heedlefs  ftriplings  lie 
In  hell,  who  were  refolve'd  to  try 
Repentance,  when  old  age  once  came, 
But  ne'er  found  leifure  to  reclaim. 

3  3  Now,  of  thy  fins  repent  with  forrow , 
We  know  not  who  may  live  to-morrow : 
A  gift,  when  offer'd,  don't  difdain, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  ne'er  be  afk'd  again  - 

34  And  as  thou  doft  tranfgrefs  each  day, 
Each  evening  for  remnTion  pray : 
Left,  making  water  very  fall, 

The  unpump'd  fhip  fhou'd  fink  at  laft. 

35  When  once  thou'rt  from  pollution  clean, 
Let  not  thy  feet  be  fouPd  agen, 

Nor  to  the  mire  run  with  the  hog, 
Nor  to  his  vomit  with  the  dog  : 

$6  But  ftrive  a  different  life  to  lead, 
And  in  the  paths  of  virtue  tread, 
And  wifely  aim  thy  fpan  to  fpend 
In  holy  fear,  unto  it's  end. 

37  Be  it  thy  tafk,  both  night  and  day, 
Upon  thy  knees,  to  God  to  pray  •, 
Nor  let  one  fun  thy  head  pafs  o'er, 
Wherein  thou  doft  not  God  adore  : 

3  8  And  thy  devotion  to  aflift, 

Whereby  thou  may'ft  the   flefli  refill, 
The  law  of  God  take,  for  thy  guide 
His  holy  Spirit,  for  thy  aid. 

%$  The  Word  of  God  is  mighty  ftrong, 

To  bring  thofe  back,  that  have  gone  wrong, 
And  fenfe  and  wifdom  to  impart 
Unto  the  young  and  fimple  heart. 

40  Whate'er  the  law  enjoins  thee,  do 

Whate'er  advice  it  gives,  purfue  : ' 

For  if  thou  malt  the  law  fulfil, 
Thou  fhalt  fbrpafs  thy  Teacher's  (kill. 

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41  Hold  faft,  with  all  thy  force,  in  it, 

And  to  it's  yoke  thy  neck  fubmit ■ 

'Twill  bring  thee  honour,  grace,  regard — >  - 
ct*In  keeping  it  there's  great  reward." 

42  If  'tis  thy  cuftom,  in  thy  prime, 
To  pafs,  in  pious  fort,  thy  time, 
'Twill  be  thy  pleafure  and  thy  joy, 
Thy  days  thus  ever  to  employ. 

43  Honour  thy  father's  God,  and  he 
In  kind  return  will  honour  thee  : 
But  if  thou  fhou'dft  his  law  neglect, 
He  with  contempt  will  thee  reject. 

44  Refpect  him  in  thy  younger  years, 
And  he'll  refpect  thy  hoary  hairs, 
And  bid  the  birds  thy  victuals  bear, 

E'er  thou  fhou'dft  want  them,  thro'  the  air. 

45  Thou  never  to  this  world  was  fent, 
Thy  carnal  fenfes  to  content ; 
But  to  adore  the  Lord  moft  high, 
As  angels  do  above  the  fky. 

46  When  from  thy  bed  thou  firfb  doft  rile 
Remember  him,  who  rules  the  fkies, 
Nor  from  thy  chamber  ftir  abroad 
'Till  thou  haft  firft  adore'd  thy  God. 

47  However  great  thy  tafk  may  be, 
Thy  bufinefs,  or  neceflity, 

To  neither  of  them  all  attend, 

E'er  thou  haft  made  thy  God  thy  friend. 

48  No  peace,  no  comfort,  no  fuccefs, 
Shall  e'er  be  there,  nor  happinefs, 
Where  various  toils  and  cares  abound, 
But  no  regard  for  God  is  found. 

49  Though  Daniel  highly  was  employ  d, 
And  a  great  monarch's  imilesenjoy'd. 
Yet  in  his  cloiet,  thrice  a  day, 

He  fell  upon  his  knees  to  pray. 

H  a  50  When 


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50  When  to  thy  bufinefs  thou  dod  fall, 
Let  it  be  great,  let  it  be  fmail, 
Entreat  of  God  thy  work  to  blefs, 
And  crown  thy  labours  with  fuccefs. 

51  As  God,  of  old,  his  blefllngs  flied 
On  youthful  Jofeph's  favour'd  head  j 
So  will  he  profper  thee,   and  thine, 
If  thou'lt  implore  his  aid  divine. 

52  Whate'er  thou  doll,  or  good  or  ill, 
Where-e'er  thou  art,  He  fees  thee  ftill  - 
God  ev'ry  act  of  thine  doft  'fpy  : 

Sin  not  before  his  piercing  eye  ! 

53  To  others,  let  each  good  be  done, 
Which  thou  wou'dft  to  thyfelf  have  fhown 
Toothers,  no  worfe  meafure  ufe, 

Than  thou  thyfelf  from  them  wou'dft  chufe, 

£4  Do  nothing,  howfoever  move'd, 
That  is  not  by  thy  God  approve'd : 
Do  nought,  for  which  thou  fhame  muft  fear, 
When  forc'd  in  judgement  to  appear. 

55  No  God,  befides  the  true  God,  own, 
Serve  him  with  care,  and  him  alone, 
Invoke  him,   magnify  him  ftill, 
And  he'll  protect  thee  from  each  ill. 

56  Ne'er  take  thy  Maker's  name  in  vain, 
But  from  that  fatal  fin  refrain : 

For  he  fhall  ne'er  be  guiltlefs  thought, 
Who  is  addicted  to  that  fault. 

57  Inholinefs  each  Sabbath  fpend, 
From  the  beginning  to  the  end, 
And  do  not  the  lean:  part  allow 
Of  the  Lord's  day,  to  ferve  the  foe. 

58  Be,  to  thy  parents,  honour  paid, 
Give  them  refpect,   and  ev'ry  aid  ; 
So  (liall  thy  days  be  here  increas'd, 
And  thou  be  in  thy  children  blefs'd. 


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59  Take  heed,  left  thou  fhou'dft  difrefpecT, 
Or  cafl  them  down — for  all  expect, 
To  fee  the  daughter,  or  the  ion, 
That  difobeys  their  will,  undone. 

Go  Of  foul  adultery,  beware 

To  keep  thy  veffel  pure,  take  care 

And  let  not  (for  the  wealth  of  Rome) 
Chrift's  members  a  vile  whore's  become. 

6 1  Be  to  thy  lawful  confort  true, 
With  no  one  elfe  have  ought  to  do, 
Nor  of  the  Spirit's  temple  dare 

To  make  the  fiend's  unhallow'd  lair. 

62  For  heaven's  fake,  avoid  excefs, 
And  the  vile  fin  of  drunkennefs, 
Which  to  a  fiend  does  man  tranfmute, 
Or  worfe,  much  worie,  than  any  brute. 

63  Each  fellow-creature  ftill,  no  lefs 
Than  thy  ownfelf,   love  and  carefs, 
And  let  no  harm  by  thee  be  done 

In  thought,  word,  deed,  to  any  one. 

64  To  all  the  world  be  ftrictly  juft, 
And  be  fincere  in  all  thou  doft : 
For  no  man's  fake  be  thou  lb  mad 
To  do  the  thing  which  God  forbad. 

65  Still  by  the  laws  directions  go, 
In  ev'ry  thing  thou  haft  to  do : 
No  work  can  ever  perfect  be, 
That  does  not  with  the  law  agree. 

66  Reflect,  my  dear,  thou  art  not  fure 
Thy  life  mall,  through  this  day,  endure  : 
As  guiltlefs  let  it  then  be  paft, 

As  if  it  were  to  be  thy  laft. 


Advice 
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Advice  to  ferve  GOD. 

1  ALL,  who  wou'd  eafe  and  happinefs  obtain, 
jf\.  And wifh  in  health  and  wealth  and  peace  to  live, 
Muft,  whilft  they  in  this  vale  of  tears  remain, 

To  ferve  their  God  with  all  their  fpirit  ftrive. 

2  Whoe'er  befides  wou'd  covet  to  efcape 
Lories,  calamity,  and  urgent  woe, 
Danger,  difeafe,  adverfity,  mifhap  ; 

Let  them  to  ferve  their  God  devoutly  go. 

3  Each  man  alive  fhou'd  his  Creator  ferve       ■     - 
And  ferve  him  faithfully — with  all  his  heart ; 
From  his  commandments  he  fhou'd  never  fwerve, 
Nor  ever  from  his  facred  will  depart. 

4  Of  all  the  works  we  do — to  ferve  the  Lord, 

Is  the  moft  needful,  and  by  much  the  beft 

It  always  does  the  fureft  gains  afford, 
And  brings  in  greater  int'reft  than  the  reft. 

5  That's  the  fole  work,  which  was  ordain'd  for  men, 
E'er  God  flrit  form'd  them  in  their  mother's  womb- 
That  is  the  work,  they  muft  account  for,  when 
They  ftand  before  him  on  the  day  of  doom. 

6  To  hear  the  word — to  keep  the  law  aright—— 

The  Gofpel-doclrine  fully  to  believe 

To  live  according  to  it's  glorious  light 

Is  all  the  fervice  God  wou'd  fain  receive. 

7  To  do,  whatever  is  by  God  enjoin'd 

Whatever  he  forbids  thee,  to  efchew 

His  Word  to  fludy  with  an  humble  mind ~ 

Is  t-he  true  fervice  God  wou'd  have  thee  do. 

8  Two  forts  of  fervices  the  Lord  demands 
From  ev'ry  one,  that  bears  a  Chriflian  name  : 

A  right  belief  he  claims  at  all  their  hands ■ 

With  morals  free  from  all  offence  and  blame. 

9  With 


E     "9     1 

9  With  true  devotion,  we  muft  ferve  the  Lord, 

Whether  in  public  to  his  courts  we  come 

Or  whether  he  be  privately  ador'd 
By  us,  in  a  domeftic  way,  at  home. 

10  When  in  the  temple  openly  we  pray, 

We  muft  with  reverence  perform  our  parts, 
And  join  our  brethren,  on  each  fabbath  day, 
With  notes  united,  and  united  hearts  : 

1 1  But  when  at  other  times,  throughout  the  week. 
You  pray  with  your  own  family  at  home, 

Or  hear  his  Word,  or  call  upon  him,  feek 
Some  fequeft'red  retreat,  or  private  room. 

1 2  God  with  a  moral  mind  muft  be  ador'd, 
And  with  a  truly  Chriftian  awe  obey'd  : 
Where'er  you  are,  you  ftill  muft  ferve  the  Lord ; 
Whilft  life  yet  lafts,  this  homage  muft  be  paid. 

1 3  With  wary  circumfpection  we  muft  tread, 

According  as  his  holy  law  directs 

Not  as  our  own  imaginations  lead  ; 

If  we  wou'd  worfhip  God,  as  he  expects. 

14  Our  lives  in  virtuous  actions  we  muft  fpend, 
And  do  whate'er  is  pleafing  in  his  fight, 
E'er  we  unto  the  dreary  grave  defcend ; 

If  we  wou'd  ferve  our  heavenly  Sire  aright. 

15  Who  ferves  not  God  with  all  the  zeal  he  can, 
And  with  a  faith,  confident  with  his  word 


Let  him  e'en  do  his  beft — yet  ftill  that  man 
Can  never  by  his  actions  pleafe  the  Lord. 

16  God  from  each  Chriftian  all  his  heart  expects, 
And  what  demeanour  he  wou'd  have,  directs  : 
He  muft  be  ferve'd  with  all  the  foul  and  mind, 
And  with  the  ftrength  of  all  his  limbs  combin'd. 

17  Make  an  oblation  of  thyfelf  entire 

To  God — thy  body,  as  a  victim  meet 

Then  offer  up  thy  foul  unto  thy  Sire, 
To  make  the  facrifice  ftill  more  complete. 

H  4  iS  Chrift 


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1 8  Chrift  purchafe'd  (when  he  hung  upon  the  tree) 
Both  foul  and  body  with  his  precious  gore  -9 
And  that's  the  realon  he  expects,  that  we 
With  both  united  fhou'd  his  name  adore. 

19  Our  gracious  Father,  and  Almighty  Lord, 
No  partial,  half-face'd,  worfhip  will  allow  \ 
But  muft  by  all  his  fervants  be  adorYi 

With  all  their  pow'rs  of  mind,  and  body  too. 

20  The  Sire  of  mercy  is  a  Spirit  biefs'd, 
Therefore  with  fpirit  and  with  mind  fincere, 
And  inward  truth,  he  fhill  muft  be  addrefs'd, 
And  with  a  heart  from  all  pollution  clear. 

21  In  vain,  are  Pater-nofters  hurry'd  o'er- 


In  vain,  the  outward  man  his  prayers  fays- 


In  vain,  the  lips  their  well-form'd  accents  pour, 
Unlefs  the  inward  heart  in  fpirit  prays. 

22  In  any  one,  whom  we  a  Chriftian  call, 
There's  not  (without,  within,,)  a  fmgle  part, 
But  God  expects,  he  fhou'd  devote  it  all 
Unto  his  fervice — e'en  his  very  heart ! 

23  Although  the  Devil  fometimes  is  content 
To  take  a  portion  of  the  heart  or  foul; 
Yet  Chrift,  our  Saviour,  never  will  confent 
To  take  a  part,  unlefs  he  has  the  whole. 

24  Devote  thy  foul,  his  holy  name  to  blefs, 

Let  it  exult,  and  joy  in  him  alone ~ 

Devote  thy  fpirit,  freely  to  confefs, 

.  What  mighty  things  he  for  thy  fake  has  done. 

25  Sn  thy  affections  on  the  things  above, 

And  let  thy  thoughts  ftill  in  thofe  realms  abide, 
Where  nought  terreftrial  can  divert  thy  love, 
And  thou  muft  to  eternity  refide. 

26  Devote  thy  body  and  it's  members  all 
To  thy  Creator's  fervice,  and  adore 
With  all  united,  whether  great  or  fmall, 
And  with  due  rites  the  everlafting  pow'r. 

27  Devote 


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27  Devote  thy  heart,  to  worfhip  and  to  love 
The  Lord — let  it  invariably  adhere 
Unto  the  great  and  glorious  God  above 
With  perfect  trull,  and  confidence  fincere. 

28  Devote  thy  tongue,  to  praife  his  holy  name 
With  all  it's  might,  either  by  night  or  day, 
And  his  unbounded  goodneis  to  proclaim: 
In  ev'ry  place,  whereto  thou  goeil,   pray. 

29  Devote  thine  eyes  to  look  upon  him  it  ill — 
Let  them,  unweary'd,  on  the  Lord  attend, 
And  lift  them  up  unto  the  facred  hill, 
Whence  all  thy  comfort,  all  thy  joys  defcend. 

30  Devote  with  reverence  thy  ready  ear, 

His  word,  his  will,  and  his  commands  to  take — 
And  with  attention  unremitted  hear 
The  promifes,  the  facred  pages  make. 

3 1  Devote  thy  hands,  with  commendable  zeal, 
To  ev'ry  work  that's  excellent  and  good — 
And  to  thy  needy  neighbours  freely  deal 

A  fhare,  of  what  thy  God. on  thee  beflov/d. 

32  Devote  thy  knees,  their  Maker  to  adore, 
And  with  unfeign'd  refpecl  before  him  bend — 
Afcnbing,  when  thou  doll  his  aid  implore, 

To  him  all  might,  and  glory  without  end. 

33  Devote  thy  feet,  his  blefled  paths  to  trace, 
And  walk  with  wary  fleps  in  his  wife  law  j 
Enter  with  reverence  his  holy  place, 

And  come  unto  his  courts  with  pious  awe. 

34  Devote  thy  foul — devote  thy  utmofl  might 

Devote  thy  body,  and  thy  heart  devote — 

And  all  that  is  within  thee,  day  and  night, 
To  praife  the  Deity  with  cheerful  note. 

35  Honour  and  glory,  never-failing  wealth, 
Peace,  and  profperity  of  ev'ry  kind, 

Jufl  exaltation,  length  of  days,  and  health, 
All  men,  who  ferve  their  God  aright,  fhall  find. 

76  If 


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3  6  If  thou,  to  worfhip  God,  fhall  never  ceafe, 

Come,  what  will  come,  and  go,  where  thou  wilt  go, 
Yet  fhalt  thou  live  in  plenty,  and  in  peace, 
In  fpite  of  all  that's  done  by  ev'ry  foe. 

3  j  Whate'er  thou  doft,  in  country,  or  in  town, 
The  Lord  himfelf  will  all  thy  labours  blefs, 
And,   if  thou  payefl  him  due  homage,  crown 
All  thou  haft  on  earth  with  great  fuccefs. 

38  Full  fhall  thy  houfe  be — fertile  ev'ry  field- 


Grief  and  misfortune  thou  fhalt  never  know 

And  much  increafe  thy  flocks  and  vines  fhall  yield; 
If  thou  to  God  fhalt  due  fubmifiion  fhow. 

39  God  gave  thee  Reafon,  and  with  wond'rous  pow'r 
In  his  own  likenels  form'd  with  plaflic  hand  : 
Thou'rt  therefore  bound  his  wifdom  to  adore, 
Who  fo  furprizingly  thy  members  plann'd  ! 

40  Chrifl  bought  thee  with  his  blood  from  Satan's  pow'r, 
It  was  not  gold,  which  thy  falvation  wrought : 
Thou  therefore  muft  with  zeal  the  Lord  adore, 
Becaufe  thou  at  fo  great  a  price  wert  bought. 

41  God  fatisfy'd  thy  craving  foul  with  bread, 
From  thy  formation  to  the  prefent  hour  : 
Thou'rt  therefore  bound,  becaufe  thou  thus  wert  fed, 
Thy  benefactor  ever  to  adore. 

42  Thou,  at  the  Font,  didfl  promife  to  obey, 
And  ferve  with  readinefs  and  truth,  the  Lord : 

If  then  thou  from  theChriftian  faith  fhou'dft  ftray, 
Thou'rt  perjur'd,  having  broke  thy  plighted  word. 

43  God,  ev'ry  creature  in  the  earth  and  feas 
Created  for  thy  ufe — thou'rt  therefore  bound 
To  worfhip  him  upon  thy  bended  knees, 
From  whom  fo  many  favours  thou  haft  found. 

44  God  caufe'd  the  vifible  creation  here 

A  prompt  obedience  unto  man  to  fhow  ; 
That  man,  in  turn,  as  ready  might  appear 
To  worfhip  God,  whilft  he  refides  below. 

45  He 


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45  He,  that  forgets  to  pay  this  bounden  debt, 
In  whatever  ftation  he  is  place'd  below, 
Does  the  mod  neceflary  work  forget. 
Which  God  appointed  him,  on  earth,  to  do. 

46  Heav'n,  water,  eartn,   ana  the  angelic  train, 
Birds,  fifties,  beafts  of  ev'ry  kind,  agree, 
With  ev'ry  reptile  crawling  on  the  plain, 
To  praife  their  Maker — each  in  it's  degree. 

47  Among  the  creatures,  whether  tame  or  wild, 
Gentle  or  ravenous,  there  is  not  one, 

That  does  not  praiie  to  it's  Creator  yield, 
Mankind  excepted,  and  the  fiend  alone. 

48  It  is  a  fhame — it  is  a  foul  reproach, 

To  fee  each  creature,  howfoe'er  defpife'd, 
With  pure  fincerity  it's  God  approach, 
Whilft  He's  by  man  himfelf  fo  little  prize'd  ! 

49  O  how  mall  man  lift  up  his  guilty  head, 

When  Chriit  declares — "  I  never  worfe  was  ferv'd 

By  any,  than  by  man,  for  whom  I  fhed 

My  precious  blood,   and  by  my  death  preferv'd  !" 

50  The  obligation  of  each  Chriftian's  more, 
And  flronger  is  by  far,  on  him,  the  tie, 
With  proper  faith  his  Maker  to  adore, 

Than  on  ought  elfe  God  form'd  beneath  the  fky. 

51  Unto  the  gloomy  realms  of  endlefs  woe, 
None  but  the  very  worft  of  human-kind 
Shall  ever  with  the  wily  tempter  go,' 
Who  ferv'd  not  God  with  an  obedient  mind. 

52  Left  thou,  with  Satan  in  the  realms  beneath, 
Shou'dft  broil  in  fulphur,  and  in  quenchlefs  flame, 
Neglect  not,  'till  the  fearful  hour  of  death, 

To  ferve  thy  God,  and  glorify  his  name. 
52  Enoch,  becaufe  he  truly  ferv'd  the  Lord, 

Never  defcended  to  the  pit  beneath 

But,  in  the  flefh,  to  joys  celeftial  foar'd, 
Before  he  faw  the  dreary  form  of  Death. 

54  Noah 


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54  Noah,   the'  advantage  of  religion  found, 

When,  in  the  ark,  he  and  his  houfe  were  kept 
From  danger  fafe— whilft  all  the  world  was  drown'd, 
„«**,-£  «*^,  wn-uc a/ uying  deluge  fwept. 

5$  Abraham,  with  honour  <>»a  with  wealth  wasblefs'd— 

The  favour  of  his  God and  with  a  fon- 

And  all  the  lands  the  Canaanites  pofTefs'd 

Becaufe  he  ferv'd  the  Lord,  and  him  alone. 

56  Ifaac,  becaufe  he  worfhipp'd  God  of  old, 
Each  eye'ning,  as  he  mufe'd  along  the  field, 
Was  blefs'd  with  corn,  above  an  hundred  fold  : 
Such  vaft  return  did  his  devotion  yeild  ! 

$y  Jofeph,  becaufe  the  Deity  he  prais'd, 

And  wou'd  not  an  adulterous  wife  embrace, 
Was  from  a  dark  and  difmal  dungeon  rais'd, 
And  made  chief  ruler  over  Egypt's  race. 

58  Jofhua  too,  that  chieftain  bold  and  great ! 
Becaufe  he  cleav'd  unto  the  Lord  his  God, 

Did  ev'ry  army,  he  e'er  fought  with,  beat — <■ 

And  ev'ry  land  fubdue,  whereon  he  trod. 

59  Of  old,  Elijah  by  the  ravens  care 

Was  in  the  defert  wond'rouQy  preferv'd — 

Then  in  a  fie'ry  chariot  through  the  air 

To  heaven  rap't becaufe  his  God  he  ferv'd.     . 

60  The  three  young  captives,  by  their  gracious  Sire3 
Were  from  the  glowing  furnace  fave'd  of  yore, 

And  walk'd  unhurt,  amidit  the  raging  fire ■ 

Becaufe  their  God  they  in  remembrance  bore. 

61  Daniel,  who  thrice  a  day  his  Maker  ferv'd, 
Retiring  to  his  room  God's  name  to  blefs, 
Was  from  the  lions'  den  unharm'd  preferv'd, 
And  wonderfully  fave'd,  in  his  diftrefs. 

62  Who,  to  the  only  God,  due  homage  paid, 
That  did  not  retribution  full  receive  ? 
Who  e'er  his  glory  and  his  pow'r  difplay'd, 
To  whom  he  did  not  wealth  and  honour  give  ? 

63  No 


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63  No  one  his  temple  door  e'er  enter'd  yet, 
To  whom  fit  fatisfaction  was  not  made  ; 
No  priett,  the  fire  e'er  on  his  altar  li't,' 
That  was  not  for  the  fervice  amply  paid. 

64  No  one  a  cup  of  water  e'er  did  give 
Unto  the  poor,  for  his  Redeemer's  fake, 
Who  fhalt  not  for't  an  hundred-fold  receive, 
And  of  the  glories  of  his  reign  partake. 

65  Chrift  is  the  bed  of  Matters,   to  obey, 

And  therefore  fhou'd  the  greateft  reve'rence  claim— 
Chrift  does  the  moft,  and  fureft  wages  pay 
To  all  that  faithfully  invoke  his  name. 

66  He  is  a  Matter,  full  of  grace  and  might 

A  Matter,  glorious,  and  immenfely  great 

A  matter,  that  with  mitres  can  requite 

And  fceptres,  all  that  on  his  altars  wait ! 

67  A  Matter,  by  whofe  help  they  mall  be  place'd 

On  thrones  above — where  peace  and  joys  abound — 
Where  they  fhall  be  with  endlefs  glories  grace'd, 
And  with  felicity  eternal  crown'd  ! . 

68  A  Matter,  that  will  to  each  fervant  give 
A  glorious  kingdom,  and  a  golden  crown, 

With  fuch  great  things  as  heart  can  ne'er  conceive, 
And  fuch  as  never,  here  below,  were  known. 

69  Who  wou'd  not,  then,  fo  kind  a  Lord  regard, 
And  fall,  upon  his  knees  before  him,  down ; 
That  gives  each  vot'ry  fuch  a  vaft  reward, 

So  rich  a  kingdom,  and  fo  bright  a  crown  ! 

70  Who  wou'd  not  both  the  flefh  and  world  defpife  ? 
Who  wou'd  not  Satan  and  his  arts  oppole, 
That  does  reflect,  how  vaftly  great  the  prize, 
Which  God  to  all  his  fervants  does  propofe  ? 

71  Although  no  fervant,  for  his  labour  done, 
In  ftrictneis,  ever  yet,  reward  deferv'd, 

Yet  God  has  promis'd — of  his  grace  alone 

A  throne  to  each  that  has  fincerely  ferv'd. 

72  A 


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72  A  flave  to  Satan,  and  a  Have  to  fin, 

A  flave  to  death,  and  to  the  dreary  grave, 
Is  ev'ry  foul,  that  has  in  fervice  been, 
If  he  be  not  unto  the  Lord  a  flave. 

j  2  When  death  fhall  come,  that  irritated  pow'r! 
To  fummon  ev'ry  fervant  to  the  grave- 


Which  will  fare  beft,  in  that  tremendous  hour, 
The  flave  unto  the  flefh,  or  Jems'  flave  ? 

74  When  all  the  world,  and  all  it's  wealthy  ftore, 
Shall  in  confuming  flames  pafs  quite  away- 


Which  will  fare  beft,  in  that  all  dreaded  hour, 
Who  to  the  world,  or  Chrift,  their  homage  pay  ? 

75  When  all  God's  Children  fhall  the  fides  afcend, 
And  all  the  flaves  of  fin  be  thruft  below ; 
What  bitternefs  of  foul  muft  thofe  attend, 
Who  to  their  Lord  did  no  obedience  Ihow  ? 

76  Better  a  fingle  hour  entirely  lent 
Unto  the  fervice  of  our  bleffed  Lord, 

Than  a  whole  age  in  this  world's  fervice  fpent, 
Which  does  no  profit,  or  return  afford. 

77  In  this  world's  fervice,  we  can  nothing  fave, 
But  trouble,  forrow,  difcontent,  and  fhame< 


And  muft  through  life  be  cheated  to  the  grave, 
Leaving  it  naked,  as  we  to  it  came. 

78  How  much  foe'er  we  ftrive,  the  flefh  to  pleafe, 
We  mail  at  laft  receive  no  greater  gains 
From  carnal  pleafures,  indolence,  and  eafe, 
Than  a  fhort  life,   and  everlafting  'pains. 

79  Whenever  we  have  any  fin  obey'd, 

Though  we  fhou'd  ferve  it  to  our  lateft  breath  % 

No  other  wages  fhall  to  us  be  paid, 

For  our  long  flavery,  but  fhame  and  death. 

80  By  ferving  Satan,  thou  canft  get  no  land, 
Though  he  might  kingdoms,  to  feduce  thee,  fhow  5 
For  he  has  not  a  foot  at  his  command,' 

Befides  the  bottomlefs  abyfs  of  woe : 

81  Bnt 


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S  i  But  from  Chrift's  fervice,  we  fhall  llirely  gain 
A  glorious  kingdom  for  our  place  of  reft- 


Where,  through  his  favour,  we  fhall  ever  reigr; 
In  endlefs  joys  and  honour,  with  the  bleft. 

S2  Then  let  our  ardor,  whilft  we  live,  appear, 
And  let  us  cheerfully,  to  ferve  him,  go  : 
For  He's  the  very  beft  of  Mailers  here, 
And  that's  the  very  beft  of  works  below 

$2  And  let  us  ftrive  to  fight  with  ev'ry  foe, 

That  fights  with  us,  and  flops  us  whilft  we  run 
Our  heav'nly  race  or  hinders  us  to  do 

The  work,  that's  moft  expedient  to  be  done. 

S4  O  let  us  all,  like  workmen  truly-wife, 
Juft,  faithful,  vigilant,  and  ftriclly-fair, 
(Whilft  yet  the  time  of  grace  before  us  liesj^ 
With  readinefs  to  ferve  the  Lord  repair ! 

85  For  if  we  ferve  him  not  on  earth,  whilft  yet 

It  is  the  time  of  grace — whilft  yet  'tis  day 

We  ihall  be  headlong  hurl'd  into  the  pit, 
Our  homage  to  the  devil,  there,  to  pay. 

S6  Then,  as  in  hell  each  wretched  finner  lies, 
The  folly  he  ihall  there  too  late  repent, 
That  he  fo  madly  did  his  God  defpife, 
Whilft  fo  much  time  in  fin  he  idly  fpent. 

87  There  fhall  he  fned  full  many  a  bitter  tear, 
And  cry  aloud,  through  mere  excels  of  pain-, 
But  fliou'd  he  cry  his  eyes  out,  he  fhall  ne'er 
From  Satan's  clutches  make  efcape  again. 

88  O,  let  us  then,  this  very  now,  begin 

To  ferve  the  Lord — whilft  it  to-day  is  call'd 

And  bid  a  laft  adieu  to  ev'ry  fin, 

By  which  we  hitherto  have  been  enthrall'd  ! 

89  So  fhall  we  (when  our  bufi'neis  here  is  o'er, 
And  at  the  time  we  want  affiftance  moft) 
Adore  for  ever  the  Almighty  pow'r 

In  heav'n  above,  among  the'  angelic  hoft: 


90  To 


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90  To  which  blefl  place,  O  my  Creator  dread! 
For  Jefiis  ChrifPs  fake,  our  Redeemer  dear, 
Do  thou  thy  faithful  fervants  fafely  lead, 
That  we  may,  with  thy  Saints,  adore  thee  there. 

Concerning    Prayer,    and   it's  proper 
Requisites. 

i   T)UT  off  thy  fhoes,  e'er  thou  thy  God  doft  greet, 

JL      Thy  afs,  before  thou  facrificell,  bind 

Wafh,  e'er  the  altar  thou  come'ft  near,  thy  feet, 
And  weigh,  what  thou  requefleft,  well  in  mind. 

2  Repent,  e'er  thou  doll  God  by  pray'r  implore, 

And  thy  devotions,  let  thy  deeds  attend- 

Be  thankful  always,  when  thy  pray'rs  are  o'er:, 
So  fhall  thy  prayers  up  to  heav'n  afcend. 

3  Satan  will  try  to  tempt  thee,  ev'ry  day, 

The  flefh  wou'd  fain  deceive  thee,  ev'ry  hour, 
The  world,  and  it's  delights,  thy  fall  affay : 
Seek  thou,  by  pray'r,  their  efforts  to  o'erpow'r. 

4  Prayer  is  good,  in  ev'ry  land  and  clime 

Prayer  is  good,  for  men  in  ev'ry  fphere 

Prayer  is  good,  at  ev'ry  hour  and  time 

Prayer  is  good,  on  all  accounts  whate'er. 

£  Pray'r  is,  a  facrifice  to  God  mofl  due ■ 

A  fure  fupport,  to  guide  the  weak  along— 
A  whip,  to  fcourge  the  fiend  and  all  his  crew — 
A  fan£tuary,  from  ev'ry  ill  and  wrong  I 

6  Nay,  conflant  prayer  is  a  golden  key, 

Thy  doors  to  open  at  the  dawn  of  light' ! 

A  bolt,  to  fhut  them  at  the  clofe  of  day 

A  fort,  to  guard  from  harm,  both  day  and  night. 

7  Prayer,  has  foothe'd  the  moil  obdurate  breaft 

Prayer,  has  angels  with  fuccefs  affail'd 

Prayer,  the  fierceft  fiends  has  difpoffefs'd 

Praver,  has  over  God  himfelf  prevail'd  ! 

8  Ther, 


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8  Then,  with  thy  pray'r,  let  heav'n  and  earth  refound-- 
Like  incenfe,  it  perfumes  the'  etherial  plains — 

On  earth,  it  gives  the  fiend  his  deepefl  wound 

And  brings  to  thee  thyfelf  the  greateft  gains. 

9  With  faith-with  rev'rence-with  a  foul  fining  high-- 
With  ardent  zeal,  and  minds  that  never  flray— 

With  knowledge— with  a  flrong,  inceflant  cry 

With  clofe  attention— 'tis  that  men  fhou'd  pray. 

io  Lift  up  thine  eyes,  thy  knees  devoutly  bend, 
Roufe  up  thy  fpirit,  and  thy  bofom  fmite — 
Open  thy  lips,  thy  hands  abroad  extend, 
Pray  with  true  fervor,  and  with  all  thy  might. 

1 1  Thou  ne'er  mufl  call  on  gods  of  gold,  or  flone, 
On  faint  or  faintefs,  thy  requefl  to  grant; 
But  on  the  Lord,  thro'  Jefus  Chrifl  alone, 

If  thou  wou'dfl  have,  whatever  thou  dofl  want. 

12  No  one,  but  God,  can  our  condition  know, 
No  one,  but  God,  can  give  us  any  aid, 

No  one,  but  God,  can  hear  our  pray'rs,  below — 
To  God  alone  then  fhou'd  our  pray'rs  be  made. 

13  God  bids  us  call  on  him  with  fervent  pray'r— 
God  promiles,  if  we'll  but  afk,  to  give- 
God  hears  each  wifh,  and  ev'ry  good  defire — 
God  can  from  trouble  ev'ry  foul  relieve. 

14  Not  Abrah'am,  nor  St.  James,  can  e'er  pretend 
The'  internal  feelings  of  our  hearts  to  guefs— — — 
No  one,  but  God  alone,  can  comprehend 

Our  wants,  our  woes,  our  forrows,  and  diflrefs. 

15  To  give  to  thoufands  whatfoe'er  they  feek, 

Only  belongs  unto  the  King  of  kings 

Although  in  various  languages  they  fpeak, 
And  afk  at  once  a  thoufand  diff'rent  things. 

1 6  The  Virgin  talks  no  Englifh,  I  fnppofe, 
Neither  does  Martha,  Irifh  underftand, 

No  Welfh,  as  I  prefume,  St.  Clement  knows, 
How  can  they  then  our  mediators  (land  ? 

I  17  Abraham 


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ty  Abraham  can  ne'er  our  circumftances  know, 
Neither  can  John  afford  us  any  aid, 
Peter,  in  heav'n,  can't  hear  us  here  below : 
To  God  alone  then  fhou'd  our  pray'rs  be  faid. 

1 8  The  Saints,  of  ev'ry  fex  and  rank,  revere, 
But  thou  may'ft  only  God  himfelf  adore: 
Give  them  the  honour  they  deferve — but  ne'er, 
On  whatfoe'er  pretence,  their  help  implore. 

19  There  ne'er  was  Patriarch,  or  Apoftle  yet- 
There  ne'er  was  Prophet,  as  I've  ever  heard, 
(For  who  cou'd  fuch  a  circumftance  forget?) 
That  e'er  to  any  Saint  his  fuit  preferr'd. 

20  There's  not  a  promife  in  the  Gofpel  made, 
That  we  mail,  any  thing  we  beg,  obtain  -, 
Unlefs,  for  it,  we  mail  with  zeal  have  pray'd, 
And  that,  for  Jefus'  fake,  the  fame  we  gain. 

2 1  Chrift,  is  the  only  Mediator  known, 
Chrift,  is  our  only  Advocate  above, 
And  there  is  none,  but  Jefus  Chrift  alone, 
That  can,  for  man,  the  dread  Creator  move, 

2  2   Whate'er  requcfts  we  mall  to  God  addrefs, 
They  muft  be  all  preferr'd,  for  Jefus'  fake, 
Who  fits  on  God's  right  hand  in  perfect  blifs, 
There  to  receive  whatever  pray'rs  we  make. 

2 3  Let  fome  to  Cathe'rine,  or  St.  David  fiy, 
To  Clement,  Martha,. Martin — any  one: 
But,  for  my  part,  I  never  will  apply  j 
To  any — but  to  Jefus  Chrift  alone. 

24  Seek  then  with  earneflnefs,  whene'er  you  pray 

Seek  the  direction  of  the  Holy  Ghoft: 

For  none  can,  with  effect,  their  prayers  fay, 
Unlefs  they  can  of  his  fure  guidance  boaft. 

25  Without  the  Spirit  fome  may  have  eifay'd 

To  talk  with  God,  and  ft  rove  their  pray'rs  to  fay  *, 
But  no  man  can,  without  the  Spirit's  aid, 
Converfe  with  God,  or  with  attention  pray. 

26  Unlefs 


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2f6  Unlefs  the  confcience  and  the  heart  are  join'ct, 
The  tongue-born  prayer  God  will  never  prize ; 
But  that,  which  flows  from  an  affected  mind, 
Will  always  prove  a  pleafing  facnfice. 

27  Seek  God,  both  with  thy  mouth,  and  with  thy  hearty 
For  either  of  the  two  will  not  fuffice-, 

But  let  thy  fpirit  with  thy  mouth  take  part, 
And  then  'twill  prove  a  harmony  moil  nice. 

28  The  pray'r,  that  iffues  wholly  from  the  heart, 
Is  better  much  than  thofe  that  only  fpring 
From  the  bare  lips,  where  t'other  bears  no  part: 
For  fuch  a  prayer  is  an  odious  thing. 

29  Mofes  more  pleafingly  his  God  addrefs'd, 

Upon  his  journey,  tho'  he  nothing  faid,  Bx.xiv.it;, 
Than  erft  the  Jews,  when  they  their  wants  exprefs'd. 
And  with  the  lips,  without  the  Spirit,  pray'd. 

30  Whate'er  thou  afkeft,  ask  with  faith  fincere  ; 

Take  no  denial ask  with  fervent  mind 

And  what  thou  askeft,  thou  (halt  have-ne'er  fear  : 
Seek  but  with  earneftnefs,  thou' It  furcly  find. 

31  The  little  birds  their  clamour  never  ceafe, 

Until  their  dams  with  food  their  noife  have  flill'd  : 
So  man  himfelf  fhou'd  never  hold  his  peace, 
'Till  God  has  ev'ry  want  and  wifh  fulfill'd. 

32  How  earned  fome  will  beg  ('tis  ftrange  to  fay  \) 
For  pence,  or  food  their  hunger  to  remove  •, 
And  yet  how  fluggifhly  the  fame  will  pray 

For  mercy,  and  the  glorious  joys  above? 

33  God  is,  to  all  that  feek  him,  mighty  kind 

To  all,  that  ask,  he's  ready  Hill  to  grant — 

To  grant  to  all,  with  an  ungrudging  mind 

Largely  to  grant,  whatever  they  may  want. 

34  As  a  fond  mother  ftill  inclines  her  ears, 
When  in  the  cradle  her  love'd  infant  cries  : 
So  God  his  creatures'  fupplications  hears, 
Removes  their  preffurcs.  and  their  wants  Applies. 

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35  For  how  can  God  but  hear  each  Chriftian's  prayVj 
Since  for  the'  elec~b  his  holy  Spirit  pleads* 

And,  on  the  throne  of  his  eternal  Sire, 
For  them  their  Saviour  ever  intercedes  ? 

36  If  thou  (halt  ask  for  ought,  in  Jems'  name, 
Thou  either,  what  thou  askeft,  fhalt  obtain, 
(So  thou  doft  earneftly  entreat  the  fame) 
Or,  what  is  more  expedient,  thou  fhalt  gain. 

37  Shou'd  God  to  grant  thee  thy  defire  delay, 
Shou'd  he  not  anfwer  thy  petition  foon, 
'Tis  that  thou  may'ft  with  greater  ardor  pray, 
Or  beg  a  larger,  and  a  better  boon. 

38  Seek,  firft,  the  glory  of  thy  gracious  Sire- 
Seek,  next,  celeftial  happinefs  to  gain — 
God's  kingdom  and  his  righteoufnefs  defire — 
And  all  thy  wants  befides  thou  fhalt  obtain. 

39  Ask  thou  not  ought,  as  long  as  thou  doft  live, 
That  is  repugnant  to  God's  holy  Word  : 

If  thou  fhou'dft  ask,  what  he's  not  pleas'd  to  give. 
Thy  prayer  will  but  irritate  the  Lord. 

40  To  covet  earthly  things,  is  very  wrong, 
When  one  may  gain  the  wealth  of  Faradife — 
Or  for  fome  dirty  acres  here  to  long  •, 

But  all  the  joys  of  heaven  to  defpife. 

41  As  'tis  the  nature  of  the  fwinifh  kind, 
To  tear  the  turf,  and  nuzzle  in  the  mire : 
So  man  by  nature  is  to  earth  inclin'd, 
And  does  not  to  celeftial  blifs  afpire. 

42  Seek  thou,  whate'er  the  fcripture  does  permit — 
Seek  thou,  whate'er's  allow'd  thee  by  the  Lord ; 
But  feek  it  in  the  manner  that's  moft  fit, 

And  moft  concordant  with  his  written  Word. 

43  Whene'er  to  God  thou  prayeft,  be  fincere, 
And  ufe  no  other  language  than  thy  own  : 
Better  a  word  or  two,  whofe  {tn{c  is  clear, 
Than  thoufands  mumbled  in  a  tongue  unknown. 

44  He 


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44  He  mocks  his  God,  and  does  himfelf  deceive, 
Whoe'er  attempts  to  ask,  he  knows  not  what, 
And  thinks  to  have,  e'en  what  he  can't  conceive, 
By  mere  lip-labour,  and  unmeaning  chat. 

45  Ne'er  let  thy  mouth  thy  lagging  mind  outftrip, 
But  tell  thy  heart  to  ponder  well  the  whole  : 
God  ne'er  regards  the  prayer  of  the  lip, 
Without  the  full  concurrence  of  the  foul. 

46  God,  ev'ry  thought  and  bofom  fecret  knows, 
God,  is  himfelf  the  Sire  and  fource  of  light, 
God,  chufes  pray'r,  as  from  the  heart  it  flows ; 
But  empty  words  are  nothing  in  his  fight. 

47  Caft  ev'ry  fin- polluted  thought  afide, 
Whilft  thou  to  God  thy  prayer  doft  prefer; 
And  let  each  worldly  care,  behind,  be  tie'd, 
Whilft  thou  doft  with  the  Lord  of  hofts  confer. 

48  Abra'ham  let  not  his  afs  approach  the  fcene, 
Where  he  did  erft  his  facrifice  prepare: 
Permit  not  thou  a  thought,  that  is  unclean, 
To  come— where  thou  doft  offer  up  thy  pray'r. 

49  Like  Abra'ham,  thou  mnft  drive  away,  whate'er 
Lights  on  thy  ||  facrifice— and  boldly  fight  \\Gen.xv.ii 
With  ev'ry  thing  that  hinders  thee  to  rear 

The  walls  of  Sion  to  their  proper  height. 

n0  The  greater  earneftnefs  that  Satan  fhows 

To  turn  thy  thoughts  afide,  when  thou  doft  pray : 
The  more  do  thou  his  fly  attacks  oppofe, 
And  fight  againft  him,  'till  he  flees  away. 

51  As  the  fierce  lion  flees,  and  quits  his  prey, 
Soon  as  the  crowing  of  a  cock  he  hears : 

So  does  the  fell  deftroyer  skua  away, 

Whene'er  our  faith-fraught  prayers  pierce  his  ears. 

52  The  buffalo  cannot  that  place  come  near, 
Where  young  pigs  fqueak,  or  little  chickens  cry : 
Neither  can  Satan  on  the  fpot  appear, 

Whence  holy  prayers  are  preferred  on  high. 

I  3  53  Did 


f     -34    I 

#3  Did  not  the  wily  fiend  obferve  with  pain, 
That  prayer  leflen'd  his  extenfive  fway, 
And  feem'd  moll  likely  to  fubvert  his  reign, 
He  ne'er  wou'd  hinder  any  one  to  pray. 

54  If  thou  haft  thy  falvation,  then,  at  heart, 
Thy  Maker's  glory,  and  thy  own  great  need 
Of  pardon — ne'er  let  Satan  make  thee  ftart 
From  hearing  fermons — or  thy  pray'rs  impede. 

55  Whene'er  thou  prayeft  unto  God — ilill  mind 

For  ev'ry  order  in  the  church  to  pray 

Nor  let  thy  prayers  ever  be  confin'd 

To  thy  ownfelf — like  thofe  the  Pagans  fay : 

56  For  none  of  them  are  of  her  holy  race, 
Who  pray  not  for  her  welfare  and  fuccefs, 
But  mifcreant  baftards,  infamous,   and  bafe, 
And  enemies  to  Sion's  happinefs. 

57  If  Abra'ham  kindly  for  Gomorrah  pray'd, 
And  for  the  other  cities  of  the  plain : 
Shou'd  not  we  Chriftians  beg  our  Maker's  aid, 
And  choicer!  bleflings  for  his  chofen  train  ? 

58  Chrift  tells  us  all  at  any  time  to  pray,         Lukexvm.  1. 
And  ne'er  the  beneficial  talk  give  o'er: 

St.  Paul,  to  Timothy  does  like  wife  fay,  Epb.  ii.  8. 

That  in  all  places  we  fhou'd  God  adore. 

59  Thrice  ev'ry  day,  for  the  Almighty's  aid, 

The  pious  Daniel  never  fail'd  to  pray 

The  royal  Prophet,  Hill  more  pious,  made 
His  fuppiications  feven  times  a  day. 

60  Our  bleffed  Saviour  pafs'd  the  live-long  night 
In  prayer ^ — though  nor  fin,  nor  guilt  he  knew, 
And  fpent  each  day,  as  long  as  it  was  light, 

In  preaching  to  a  dull  and  thanklefs  crew. 

j6i  Prayer  is  ever  of  the  greateft  weight, 
In  ev'ry  place — at  any  time,  or  hour  -, 
So  that  the  heart  is  in  a  proper  ftate, 
To  beg  a  favour  from  the'  Almighty  pow'r. 

62  Upon 


L    H5    I 

62  Upon  the  boiftrous  fea,  or  mountain's  brow, 
At  our  own  home,  or  any  where  abroad, 
Pray'r  is  a  duty,  which  we  always  owe 
(Where-e'er  we  are)  unto  the'  eternal  God. 

63  We  all  fhou'd  pray,  like  Peter  in  his  room, 
Or  elfe,  like  David,  when  a-bed  he  lay, 

Or  elfe,  like  Daniel,  in  the  dungeon's  gloom: 
In  ev'ry  circumftance  we  dill  fhou'd  pray. 

64  The  facred  fire  upon  the'  altar  li't, 

Never  with-held  from  man  it's  radiance  bright- 
To  manifeft  that  thou  mou'dft  ne'er  permit 
Thy  zeal  for  pray'r  to  be  extinguifh'd  quite. 

65  Man  is  the  temple,  the  Almighty  loves 

Man's  heart  the  altar,  gives  him  mod  delight — 
Pray'r  is  the  facrifice,  he  moft  approves 


Give  him  that  facrifice,  both  morn  and  night. 

66  Let  not  thy  temple  want  this  facrifice 
At  early  morn,  or  at  the  noon-tide  hour, 
And  don't  forget  at  night,  if  thou  art  wife, 
To  give  due  praife  unto  the'  eternal  Pow'r : 

6y  So  mail  thy  God  familiar  be  with  thee, 
So  fhalt  thou  ever  his  afliftance  have, 
So  fhalt  thou  ever  in  his  favour  be, 
And  thy  dear  foul  from  all  it's  dangers  fave. 

68  There's  nothing  in  the  world  that  fhou'd  impede 
Good  Chriflians,    their  Creator  to  addrefs, 

And  do  the  work  they  have  to  do  befide ; 
Whatever  trade,  or  calling  they  profefs. 

69  A  man  may  do  his  ufu'al  work,  and  yet 
With  unremitted  zeal  and  ardor  pray ; 

For  mental  pray'r  will  ne'er  retard  the  fcct^ 
Nor  any  labour  of  the  hands  delay. 

70  Mofes,  the  while  he  travell'd  o'er  the  plain, 
Jofhua,  whilfc  amid  the  mortal  fray, 
Chrift,  on  the  road,   and  Paul  upon  the  main, 
Cou'd  mind  their  bus'nefs — and  find  time  to  ; 

I  4  71  Alt!1, 


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71  Although  excufes  often  are  allow'd, 

In  many  a  weighty  and  perplex'd  affair; 
Yet  no  excufe  Sufficient  can  be  fhow'd 
To  fcreen,  or  palliate  the  neglect  of  pray'r. 

72  Thou  may'ft abfent  thyfelf  from  church,  when  ill, 
And  pardon  for  thy  abfence  may'ft  implore: 
But,  whatfoever  thy  complaint  is,  ftill 
Thou'rt  bound  to  pray— until  thou  art  no  more, 

73  Thou  may'ft  from  ad:  of  charity  forbear, 
When  alms  fufficient  are  not  in  thy  pow'r: 
But  yet  thou  never  muft  refrain  from  pray'r, 
However  deftitute,  however  poor. 

74  In  ev'ry  ftate,  at  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
Prayer  is  feafonable  and  ufeful  ftill  •, 
Let  nothing  hinder  thee,  in  any  cafe, 
With  proper  zeal  this  duty  to  fulfil. 

75  Whether  in  deep  diftrefs,  or  high  in  wealth, 
In  ev'ry  ftate  of  life,  wherein  we  are, 

Or  in  difeafes,  or  in  perfect  health, 

A  Chriftian  may  addrefs  his  God  with  pray'r. 

76  No  locks,  no  bolts,  nor  any  human  pow'r, 
Nor  all  the  world,  can  flop  the  rapid  flight 
Of  pray'r — or  hinder  it,  at  any  hour, 
From  polling  to  the'  immortal  Sire  of  light. 

77  Pluck  from  it's  roots  the  quiv'ring  tongue  of  man. 
Cut  off  his  feet,  or  chain  them — from  his  heart 
He  ne'erthelefs,  fpite  of  all  hindrance,  can 

His  fervent  pray'rs  to  his  Creator,  dart. 

78  Whether  on  feaft  or  fall,  by  night  or  day, 
At  morn  or  eve,  or  any  time  you  will, 

Prayer  to  heav'n  can  wing  it's  airy  way > 

Come  v/hen  it  will — it  fhall  be  welcome  ftill. 

79  Efther,  tho'  queen,  was  not  allow'd  to  fee 
(But  at  fome  certain  feafons  of  the  year) 
Her  royal  lord — but  prayer 's  always  free 
To  go  to  God,  without  reftraint  or  fear. 

80  Get 


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80  Get  up,  like  Daniel,  with  the  dawning  light, 
And  make  thy  fuit  to  God,  at  any  hour, 
Or  rife,  like  David,  in  the  dead  of  night: 
For  always  ready  is  the'  Almighty  pow'r. 

Si   Tho'  God  to  no  man  living  does  allow 
The  honour,  with  his  Saviour  to  confer — 
Yet  ev'ry  Chriftian's  pray'r  to  heav'n  may  go, 
And,  at  all  feafons,  gain  admittance,  there. 

Sz  Through  ftorms  and  lhow'rs,  thro'  ocean  and  the  fky, 
Through  ev'ry  fix'd  or  wand'ring  liar  above, 
Prayer  to  God  himfelf  mall  mount  on  high, 
And  with  the  rapid  flight  of  lightning  move. 

83  Not  heav'n  or  earth,  or  any  human  pow'r, 
Authority,  or  angel  from  the  fky, 

Can  hinder  pray'r,   at  any  time  or  hour, 
From  holding  conference  with  Chrift  on  high. 

84  It  needs  not  afk  St.  Peter  for  his  key, 
But  may  through  all  the  angels  pafs  alone, 
Without  one  obftacle  to  block  it's  way, 
Boldly  unto  our  blehcd  Saviour's  throne. 

85  Prayer  will  force  the  Deity,  to  hear 

Her  plaints— and  Chrift,  her  doleful  caufe  to  plead— 
Prayer  will  make  the  Spirit  interfere, 
With  fighs  and  groans  for  her  to  intercede. 

86  The  Giver  of  each  gift  that's  good,  will  ne'er 
Turn  back  the  pray'r  that's  faithfully  addrefs'd, 
But  Chrift  will  bleis  each  heart  that  is  fincere, 
Nor  quit  him,  'till  he's  of  each  wifh  poflfefs'd. 

87  If  prayer  mail  not,  what  it  afks,  receive, 

It  fome  what,  better  yet  than  that,  fhall  gain— 
For  Chrift  an  ardent  pray'r  will  never  leave 
To  go  for  nought,  or  be  preferr'd  in  vain. 

S^  What  do  we  owe  unto  the  gracious  Pow'r, 

Who,  to  our  praye'rs,  does  the  permifTion  grant 
To  come  unto  his  prefence,  any  hour, 
And  to  obtain  from  him  whate'er  we  want  ? 

89  Praye'r 


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%9  Pray'r  is  an  arm  which  reaches  very  far- 


E'en  from  the  earth  unto  the  etherial  fky 

,  To  her  God's  treafures  never  have  a  bar, 
But  thence  me  takes,  what  may  her  wants  fupply. 

90  Prayer,  of  old,  a  mighty  giant  flew —      1  Sam.  xvii.  45- 

Prayer,  the  lion's  mouth  fhut  up  of  yore 

Prayer,  the  gates  of  iron  open  threw 

Prayer,  can  fave  a  man,   at  any  hour. 

9  1  Prayer,  lock'd  up  the  heavens  long  from  rain 1 — 

Prayer,  the  ocean  turn'd  to  folid  land 

Prayer,  rais'd  up  the  dead  to  life  again . 

/There's  nothing  can  the  force  of  Prayer  withftand  ! 

92  What  thanks  fhou'd  we,  then,  to  the  Godhead  pay. 
Who  to  our  Prayers  a  free  admiffion  grants, 
Whene'er  we  pleafe,  without  the  leaft  delay, 
And  fatisfies  with  bounty  all  our  wants  ? 

9  3  All  due  refpect  and  rev'rence  and  renown, 
Be  to  the  Donor  of  each  bleffing  given, 
To  him  be  honour,  pow'r,  and  homage,  mown, 
Who  kindly  hears  us  from  the  higheft  heaven  ! 

Advice,   before  PRAYER. 

E  FO  RE  thou  doft  attempt  to  pray, 
Of  all  thy  vices  pail  repent, 
And  wafh  the  hateful  filth  away, 
That  God  may  to  thy  pray'r  aflent. 

2  God  will  no  vile  offenders  hear, 
Nor  thofe  who  finners  are  profefs'd — 
But  they  mult  quit  their  vices,  e'er 
The  Lord  will  lift  to  their  requeft. 

3  If  ftain'd  with  malice,  rage,  or  pride, 
Or  murder,  thou  fhou'dft  there  repair, 
Where  God  in  glory  does  refide, 

He  will  reject  thy  finful  pray'r. 

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4  The  curfe  of  Moab  they  fhall  gain, 
Who  pray  with  a  polluted  foul  : 
They  ask,  but  they  fhall  not  obtain, 
Becaufe  their  hands  are  ftain'd  and  foul. 

5  Whoever  calls  upon  his  God 
Muft  lay  all  filthinefs  afide  , 

And  warn  his  hands  quite  clean  from  blood, 
Or  elfe  his  fuit  will  be  deny'd. 

6  God  's  gracious  to  each  penitent, 
Whofe  reformation  is  fmcere  : 
Then  of  thy  wicked  ways  repent, 
And  God  will  thy  petition  hear. 

7  If  thou  wilt  leave  thy  vices  quite, 
Although  they  were  in  crimfon  dreil, 
Yet  Chrift  fhall  make  them  lily-white, 
And  lend  an  ear  to  thy  requefb. 

8  Whene'er  to  pray'r  thou  art  inclin'd, 
Be  to  each  idle  thought  averfe, 
And  leave  all  worldly  views  behind, 
Whilft  with  thy  God  thou  dofc  converfe. 

9  'Tis  bad,  to  fee  fome  fardel  foul 
Brought  on  one's  back  to  God's  own  dome, 
But  worfe  to  fee  a  world-flain'd  foul 

Into  God's  aweful  pre  fence  come. 

io  And  when  thou  prayed,  pray  for  all 
True  Chriftians,  not  excepting  one  ; 
Nor,   like  a  felfifh  heathen,  call 
On  God,  to  blefs  thyfelf  alone. 

1 1  Firft,  pray  for  kings,  that  they  may  grace 
Obtain,   to  rule  their  people  well, 

In  the  true  faith,  in  wealth  and  peace, 
And  may  in  righteoufnefs  excel. 

12  Then  for  the  clergy  beg  his  grace, 
Clearly  thofe  myfteries  to  teach, 
Which  in  the  gofpel  they  may  trace, 
And  fluently  it's  truths  to  preach. 

13  For 


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1 3  For  ev'ry  magiftrate  implore 
His  aid,   the  vicious  to  reftrain* 


And  that  the  Lord  may  grant  him  pow'r* 
Juflice  and  virtue  to  maintain. 

14  Then  beg  a  blefling  from  thy  God 
On  all  that  in  the  arts  delight, 
That  they  may  fcatter  all  abroad 
True  faith,  morality,  and  light. 

15  For  all  the  Commons  of  the  land 
Then  pray  unto  the  Lord  above, 
That  each  may  in  his  calling  Hand, 
Replete  with  loyalty  and  light. 

1 6  Pray,  laftly,  for  the  poor  and  low, 
And  all,  who  in  oppreffion  live, 
That  God  to  them  may  pity  fhow, 
And  to  each  fuffe'rer  comfort  give. 


A  Warning,  or  Admonition,  to  every 
Man,  to  think  on  GOD  in  the  Morning, 
and  to  return  him  Thanks  for  preferring 
him  the  preceding  Night  from  all  Evil. 

1  II7HEN  firft  thou  wakeft,  each  fucceeding  day, 

W     Lift  up  to  God  above  thy  grateful  eyes, 
And  due  refpecl  to  him  be  fure  to  pay, 
Ee'r  other  thoughts  within  thy  bofom  rife. 

2  'Twas  He,  that  kept  the  prowling  foe, 
And  watch'd  thee  carefully  'till  break  of  day, 
And  fuffer'd  not  his  eyes  repofe  to  know, 

Left  in  thy  fleep  thou  fhou'dft  become  his  prey. 

3  For  did  not  God  and  his  celeftial  train, 
Around  his  fervants  keep  a  conftant  guard, 
They  all  had  by  the  foe,  e'er  this,  been  flain, 
And  fwallow'd  up,  afleep  and  unprepar'd. 

4  By 


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4  By  far  more  dange'rous  is  that  mortal's  ftatc, 
Who  lies  a-bed  without  his  Saviour's  aid, 
Than  that  which  did  of  old  on  Daniel  wait, 

When  he  all  night  was  with  the  lions  laid. 

5  The  fcriptures  tell  us,  that  —by  night  and  day — 
The  Devil  roams  to  feek  the  fall  of  man, 

Juft  as  a  lion  roves  in  fearch  of  prey, 
And  tears  and  mangles  ev'ry  bead  he  can. 
i  Who  can  forbid  the  lion  to  devour  P 

Who,  but  the  fhepherd  Chrifl,  his  flock  can  keep, 
That  without  flumb'ring  guards  us  ev'ry  hour, 
And  from  the  guileful  fiend  protects  his  fheep  ? 

7  Think,  then,  how  much  thou  art  in  duty  bound 
To  thank  thy  God,  who  has  preferv'd  thee  ftill 
From  Satan's  machinations,  fafe  and  found, 
And  from  the  preffure  of  each  other  ill  ? 

S  As  God's  demands,  on  thee,  are  vaflly  large, 
Let  thy  returns  of  praife  be  likewife  great : 
The  grateful  ofte'ring  on  thy  knees  difcharge, 
And,  night  and  morn,  the'  incumbent  tafk  repeat. 

9  Think  thou,  how  Satan  flily  might  have  ftole, 
And  filently  deftroy'd  thee,  in  thy  fleep, 
And  into  judgement  haul'd  thy  heedlefs  foul, 
If  Chrifl  his  watch  around  thee  did  not  keep. 

io  Think,  that  the  foe  thy  children  might  have  flain — 

Thy  riches,  as  his  legal  prey  convey'd 

Thy  houfes  burn'd,  and  martyr'd  thee  with  pain, 
Had  Chrift  not  lent  thee  his  Almighty  aid. 

ii   Think,  that  perhaps  he  might  have  touch'd  thy  brain, 
And  that  thou  ever  hadft  diftra&ed  rave'd, 
And  neither  reft,  nor  quiet  known  again, 
Waft  thou,  by  Chrift,  not  from  his  malice  fave'd. 

12  Thy  gratitude,  on  all  occalions,  mow 
To  thy  true  Shepherd,  for  his  friendly  aid, 
Who  thee  fo  iafcly  guarded  from  the  foe, 
That  thou  need'ft  not  be  of  his  force  afraid. 

13  Suppofc 


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!'3  Suppofe  a  Jew,  the  moft  abhorr'd  of  men, 

Shou'd  guard  thee  fleeping  in  the'  inclement  air? 
'Mongft  rave'nous  beafts,  or  near  a  lion's  den  : 
Wou'dft  thou  not  thank  him  kindly  for  his  care  ? 

14  And  yet,  though  Chrifb  protects  thee  ev'ry  hour, 
Whilft  thou  amongft  fierce  lions  fleepeft  faft, 
Which  are  at  all  times  ready  to  devour — 
Thou  ne'erthelefs  art  thanklefs  to  the  laft. 

15  Open  thine  eyes— thy  Saviour's  goodnefs  fee 

Take  warning — and  his  loving-kindnefs  own 

Return  him  thanks  upon  thy  bended  knee, 

For  all  the  mercies  he,  to  thee,  has  mown : 

1 6  So  mall  he  always  keep  thee  fafe  from  ill, 

And  under  his  extended  pinions  fcreen- 

And  fo  with  eafe  mall  he  preferve  thee  ftill 
From  ev'ry  harm  and  peril  unforefeen. 

1 7  Take  heed,  thy  heart  does  not  indulge  a  thought, 
Take  heed,  left  thou  on  ought  fhou'dft  fix  thine  eyes 
Take  heed,  that  with  thy  lips  thou  fpeakeil  nought, 
'Till  thou  haft  paid  thy  morning  facrifice. 

18  To  God,  the  prime  ideas  of  thy  heart, 

To  God,  the  prime  of  thy  exprefiions  give, 
To  God,  the  firft-fruits  of  thy  foul  impart  -, 
The  fecond  and  the  laft  he'll  not  receive. 

'19  Juft  at  the  dawn,  before  the  rifing  fun, 

The  mounting  lark  his  Maker's  praifes  fings : 
So  man,  e'er  he  has  ought  befides  begun, 
Shou'd  chant  the  praifes  of  the  King  of  kings. 

20  The  little  red-breaft,  e'er  he  wets  his  bill, 
To  his  Creator  chirps  his  morning  pray'r, 
Who  kept  him  the  preceding  night  from  ill, 
Though  cold  his  lodging,  and  tho'  coarfe  his  fare. 

21  But  many  a  man  will  frqm  his  bed  arife, 
More  heedlefs  than  the  fongfters  of  the  air, 

Or  fwine,  that  grunting  leave  their  odious  ftyes, 
Nor  thank  him  for  his  providential  care. 

22  O,  Vis 


22  O,  'tis  a  fhame  the  fons  of  men  Ihou'd  e'er 
Appear  lefs  grateful  than  the  feather'd  quire, 
Who,  ev'ry  night  and  morn,  their  voices  rear 
To  thank  and  laud  their  everlafting  Sire  ! 

A  Morning  THANKSGIVING 

when  we  firft  awake, 

i  /^\  God,  my  fafe-guard  and  defence, 
\^/   My  fort,  in  ev'ry  exigence, 
Receive  my  thanks — thou,  who  didft  keep 
Me  fafe,  laft  night,  whilft  I  did  fleep  ! 

2  A  watch,  around  my  head,  each  night 
Thou  placeft,  when  I'm  conquer'd  quite 
By  fleep,  and  o'er  me  fpread'ft  thy  wing, 
When  I've  forgot  each  earthly  thing. 

3  Thou  giveft  me  fweet  eafe  and  reft, 
And  ev'ry  night  with  them  I'm  bleft, 
Whereby  this  feeble  frame,  O  Lord! 
Is  daily  to  it's  ftrength  reftor'd. 

4  My  gracious.  God  does  never  clofe, 
Or  wink  his  eyes,  when  I  repofe, 
But  whilft  I  fleep,  within  his  arms, 
Secure  he  keeps  me  from  all  harms. 

5  O,  what  a  favour  this  ! — that  thou 

The  King  of  kings,  fhoud'ft  ftoop  fo  low, 
As  duft  and  afhes  to  regard, 
And  unto  man  to  be  a  guard ! 

6  The  tithe  can  ne'er  be  paid  by  me 
Of  all  the  thanks  I  owe  to  thee, 
Good  God,  the  truth  I  freely  own, 
Was  it  but  for  this  gift  alone  ! 

7  All  glory,  pow'r,  thankfgiving  too, 
All  praile,  refpect,  and  honour  due, 
Let  us  unto  the  Godhead  pay 

For  his  protection,  night  and  day. 

Thank; 


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Thanks  to  Chrift  for  Protection  and  Reft- 

i  Ti  Jf  Y  Shepherd,  who  my  foul  didft  keep 
XVJL  T-a^  nignt>  whilft  I  was  faft  afleep, 
From  the  grim  wolf,  beneath  thy  wing 
Thy  praifes,  from  my  heart,  I'll  fing ! 

2  Clofe  to  thy  breaft,  thou  didft  me  place, 
And  in  thine  arms  didft  me  embrace, 
Thou  eafe  and  reft  to  me  didft  give, 
And  I  will  thank  thee,  whilft  I  live ! 

3  Thou  hind'red'ft  Satan,  to  deftroy 

Thou  hind'red'ft  villains,  to  annoy—— 
From  fires  and  ftorms  thou  didft  me  keep, 
And  fufPred'ft  nought  to  break  my  fleep. 

4  Thy  name,  O  Chrift !  be  ever  bleft, 
Who  doft  protect  trie,  whilft  I  reft-^— - 
All  glory  be  afcribe'd  to  thee, 

"Who  fuch  refrelhment  giveft  me. 

An  Admonition  to  a  MAN,  when  he 
dreffes  his  Body,  to  pray  for  Clothes  and  Ar- 
mour, for  the  Soul. 

i  T  T  7H  E  N,  in  the  morn,  to  drefs  thou  doft  begin, 
V  V  Pray tnou  tnat  God  wou'd  lend  to  thee  his  arms, 
That,  like  a  Chriftian,  thou  may'ft  fight  therein, 
And  boldly  brave  each  enemy's  alarms. 

2  In  vain  doft  thou,  from  the  inclement  air, 
Thy  body  guard,  and  from  the  tempeft  keen, 
If  thou  doft  not  a  proper  garb  prepare 

Thy  foul  from  fin's  deftruclive  rage  to  fcreen. 

3  Seek,  then,  to  fave  thee  from  each  greedy  foe, 

And  fin's  affaults,  the  panoply  of  God 

Seek  it,  to  fhield  thee  from  each  prefling  woe, 
And  from  the  world,  the  flefli,  and  Satan's  fraud. 

4  For 


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4  For  we,  without  it,  are  defencelefs  quite, 

To  ev'ry  enemy  an  eafy  prey 

And  'tis  impoffible  for  human  might, 
Unarm'd  with  it,  to  conquer  in  the  fray. 

A  Prayer,  whilft  thou  art  dr effing,  to  beg  the 
Armour  of  God,  to  defend  thee  from  the 
aflaults  of  Sin. 

i     A   R  M  me  with  all  thy  panoply  divine, 
^\  ThouLordofhofts!  thouGodofmatchlefs  might! 
That  I  may,  like  a  Chriftian  hero,  fhine, 
And  overcome  my  enemies  in  fight! 

2  From  head  to  heel,  let  not  a  fingle  part 
Remain  expofe'd,  left  I  receive  a  wound, 
(For  great  and  dange'rous  is  the  tempter's  art) 
In  that  fole  fpot,  where  there's  no  armour  found. 

3  Let  not  the  world,  with  all  it's  bawbles  vile 

Let  not  the  flefh,    with  ev'ry  loofe  defire - 

Let  not  the  devil,  by  fome  curfed  wile, 

Caufe  me  to  fin  a£ainft  mv  gracious  Sire. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord  !   fufficient  force  and  might, 
That  I  may  all  my  enemies  o'ercome, 

And  under  thy  victorious  banner  fight, 

'Till  thou,  in  glorious  peace,  fh-alt  lead  me  home. 

Another,  on  the  fame  Subject. 

i  fT^HOU  Rock  of  my  falvation,  lend  thy  aid  ! 
Arm  me  in  all  thy  panoply  complete, 
And  leave  no  fingle  member  unarray'd, 
Left  the  foul  fiend  thy  warrior  fhou'd  defeat  f 

2  Upon  my  head  let  Hope's  gay  helm  be  place'd j 

My  breaft  with  Equity's  bright  corfelet  grace — 
The  belt  of  Penitence  gird  round  my  waift — 
And,  on  my  feet,  the  Gofpei's  fan.dals  lace. 

K  ^  Give 


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3  Give  me,  thy  word,  for  a  two-edged  fvvord— • 
The  fhield  of  faith,  to  ward  off  ev'ry  dart, 

That  Satan  throws — and  conftant  pray'r,  O  Lord  ! 
To  force  the  fell  invader  from  my  heart. 

4  Give  me  aftiftance  bravely  to  engage 
With  all  the  enemies  that  hem  me  in, 
With  ev'ry  carnal  lufl,  and  Satan's  rage, 
The  world's  deceits,  and  ev'ry  deadly  Tin — ■ 

5  Give  me  afliftance  to  attack  them  all, 

To  break  their  ranks,  and  conquer  them  in  fight — ; 
That  on  my  knees  I  may  right  humbly  fall 
To  worfhip  thee,  like  a  true  fon  of  light : 

6  So  mall  I  march  undaunted,  ev'ry  day, 
Beneath  thy  ftandard,  through  the  field  of  deaths 
And  give  thee  praife,  without  the  leaft  difmay, 

O  Lord,  my  God!  whilft  I  have  any  breath. 

An    Admonition   to    a    Perfonr    whilft 
he  wafhes  himfelf. 

1  1|  JS  J  Hene'er,  to  wafh  thyfelf,  thou  doft  begin, 

\\     With  earneflnefs  to  thy  Creator  pray, 
That  he  '11  be  pleas'd  to  cleanfe  thy  foul  from  fin, 
And  wafh  thy  errors,  in  Chrift's  blood,  away. 

2  To  free  thy  flefh  from  outward  filth — a  flood, 
Nay,  e'en  a  fea  of  water,  wou'd  be  vain, 
Unlefs  thy  confcience  in  thy  Saviour's  blood 
Be  cleans'd  from  vice  and  ev'ry  inward  ftain. 

3  It  nought  avails  thee,  that  thy  face  is  clean, 
If  thy  corrupted  mind  be  void  of  grace: 
God  takes  no  pleaiure  in  the  man,  I  ween, 
Whofe  heart  is  not  as  fpotlefs  as  his  face. 


A  fhoit- 


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A  fhort  Prayer,  on  the  fame  Occafioru 

i   S^\  Warn  me  in  the  Blood,  the  Jews  erftfpilt ! 
V^/  O  wafh  me,  Chrift !  from  ev'ry  confcious  guilt! 
O  wafh  my  mind  from  ev'ry  thought  obfcene  ! 
O  wafh  me,  from  all  foul  pollutions,  clean ! 

2  O  warn  my  head  and  feet,  and  ev'ry  part, 

As  thoudidft  wafh  the  Twelve,  andcleanlemy  heart! 
Then  wipe  away  my  filth — and,  to  complete 
Thy  work — beflow  on  me  the  Paraclete  ! 

3  Wafh  me  in  penitential  tears,  my  King! 
Wafn  me  in  Grace's  and  in  Peace's  fpring ! 
Than  lilies  whiter,  wafh  me  in  thy  gore, 
That  I,  in  purity,  may  thee  adore! 

A  Morning  Prayer,   to  be  ufe'd  after  a 
Perfon  is  up,  wafti'd,   and  drefs'd* 

i    /^\  God  of  mercy,  foft-eye'd  Pity's  Sire  ! 

Vy   For  Jefus  fake,  my  num'rous  faults  pafs  o'er  % 
Which  more  Arithmetic,  I  own,  require 
To  count,  than  all  the  lands  upon  the  fhore. 

2  There's  not  a  law  in  all  the  facred  code, 

That  I,  woe's  me !  have  not  at  times  tranfgrefs'd-^ 
Nor  haft  thou  any  gift  on  me  beftow'd, 
Which  I  have  not  to  vicious  ends  addrefs'd. 

3  Bad  are  my  thoughts,  but  worfe  my  deeds  by  far- 
Foul  is  my  tongue,  and  infinite  my  fraud 

My  temper's  hot,  but  very  cold  my  pray'r: 
Pardon  me  all,  I've  done  amifs,  O  God! 


Pardon  me  all  the  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

E'en  from  my  childhood  to  the  prefent  hour - 

Nor  let  the  vengeance  on  my  head  come  down, 
Which  I've  deferv'd  from  thy  Almighty  pow'r: 

K  2  5  But 


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5  But  give  me  grace  and  flrength  for  ever  more 
To  worfhip  thee,  with  fanctity  of  heart: 

Aid  me,  thy  wond'rous  goodnefs  to  adore 
In  perfect  honefly,  and  void  of  art. 

6  Remove  each  obflacle,  that's  in  the  way, 
And  interferes, betwixt  my  God,  and  me— — - 
And  give  me  pow'r,  my  due  devoirs  to  pay, 
Still  unfatigue'd,  O  Lord,  my  God!  to  thee! 

7  From  my  vain  heart  each  filthy  vice  eraze, 

Each  habit  IVe  been  ill-accuftom'd  to 

And,  whilft  I'm  yet  alive,  the  vacant  place 
With  ev'ry  grace  and  virtue  flock  anew. 

8  Teach  me,  to  keep  inviolate  thy  law 

Teach  me,  to  love  it  from  my  very  foul . 

My  rule  of  life  thence  let  me  ever  draw, 
And  always  live  according  to  that  rule. 

9  Direct  me,  by  thy  facred  Spirit,  ftill 

To  regulate  each  act,  each  word,  each  thought, 
According  to  the  dictates  of  thy  will, 
And  thofe  commandments  thou  to  us  haft  taught, 
io  My  paffions,  and  my  appetites  reftrain, 
That  I  henceforth  no  wicked  act  may  do; 
But  may,  o'er  fin,  a  perfect  conqueit  gain, 
And  that  invete'rate  enemy  fubdue. 

1 1  Help  me,  O  Lord,  with  thy  celeftial  might, 
The  world,  the  flefh,  the  devil,  to  oppofe — 
The  victor's  crown  I  then  may  claim  of  right, 
When  I  have  conquer'd  thofe  united  foes. 

12  Thy  fervant,  Lord!  beneath  thy  wings  defend, 
And  fcreen  me  there  from  ev'ry  rude  alarm ; 
Neither  permit,  by  any  means,  the  fiend 

To  do  my  foul,  or  body,  any  harm. 

1 3  Keep  me,  O  Lord !  from  ev'ry  flip,  and  all 
The  trouble,  fhame,  misfortune,  lofs,  and  ill, 
Difeafe,  or  hurt,  that  may  to  me  befal ; 

So  ic  be  pleafing  to  thy  holy  will. 

14  Enable 


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54  Enable  me,  by  thy  bleit  Spirit's  aid, 

In  Chriilian  works  to  fpend  die  preient  day, 
And,  whilft  I  in  this  vale  of  tears  am  ftay'd, 
My  bounden  fervice  conftantly  to  pay. 

'15  O,  may  this  day,  whereon  I  hail  thee  now, 
Be  as  difcreetly  and  devoutly  pad, 
As  if  I,  for  a  certainty,  did  know, 
That  it  wou*d  be — what  it  may  be — my  lafl ! 

\6  Let  me  not,  Lord!  the  moral  change  delay, 
From  morn  to  morn,  unto  my  latter  end} 
But,  whilft  it  hitherto  is  call'd  to  day. 
Let  me  begin  my  manners  to  amend. 

17  Let  nottheflefh,  with  daring  infolence, 

Caufe  thee  to  doom  my  precious  foul  to  woe--- 
Nor  for  fome  few  precarious  joys  of  fenfe, 
Condemn  it  to  eternal  pains  below. 

1 3  Let  not  this  world's  delights  and  fleeting  toys, 
Which  vanifh,  like  a  morning  mift,  away, 
Caufe  me  to  lofe  the  rights  and  real  joys 
Of  that  bright  world,  which  never  (hall  decay. 

19  Whilft  yet  'tis  day,  whilft  yet  the  fun  is  ftrong, 
Caufe  me  to  ftrive  and  work  with  all  my  might, 
In  thofe  concerns  that  to  my  peace  belong-, 
Left  unawares  I  ftiou'd  be  caught  by  night. 

20  Let  me,  O  Chrift!   be  always  ready  dreft, 

(My  lamp  well  trimm'd,  and  full  of  oil  and  light) 
And  watch  thy  coming  to  the  wedding-feaft, 
Whilft  heaven's  gate  lies  open  to  my  fight. 

21  When  moft  fecure,  when  moft  in  health  I  bloom, 
Let  me  not  wholly  unprepare'd  be  caught, 

But  make  me  think  ftill  of  the  day  of  doom, 
When  all  my  faults  muft  to  account  be  brought. 

22  Make  me  reflect,  whene'er  I  am  alone, 
On  that  exact  account,  which  all  that  live, 
Muft  for  each  petty  fault  which  they  have  done, 
Nay,  e'en  for  ev'iy  idle  itory,  gr. 

23  Wipe,- 


23  Wipe,  from  thy  well-kept  regifter,  away 
All  my  iniquities  recorded  there, 

And  call  not  in  my  teeth,  on  that  dread  day, 
The  keen  reproaches  I  deferve  to  hear. 

24  Forgive  me,  now,  the  debt  I  ought  to  pay, 
The  countlefs  fums  which  by  thy  book  I  owe, 
And  with  the  blood  of  Chrift  blot  quite  away 
The  utmoft  farthing  that  to  thee  is  due: 

25  And  when  thou  haft  forgiven  all  that,  fum, 
Enable  me  to  finifh  my  career  ; 

That  my  bleft  foul  to  Paradife  may  come, 
And  with  my  Saviour  reft  for  ever  there: 

26  When  I,  with  all  the'  angelic  choir  divine, 
And  heav'nly  hofts,  fhall  undifmay'd  appear, 
And  with  extreme  delight  to  praife  him  join, 
In  endlefs  joy,  and  happinefs  fincere. 

A  Warning  to  guard,  whilft  it  is  yet  Day, 
againft  the  Affaults  of  the  World,   the 

Flefh,  and  the  Devil and  to  put  on, 

and  to  make  ufe  of,  the   Armour   of 
God  againft  them. 

1  AS  foon  as  thou  art  wake'd  from  thy  repofe, 
Xx  Reflect— that  thou  haft  three  invete'rate  foeSj 
And  each  of  them  for  thy  deftruetion  waits, 

If  thou  doft  not  avoid  his  fraudful  baits : 

2  And  yet,  alas !  the  weakeft  of  the  three, 

Is,  e'en  a  thoufand  times,  too  ftrong  for  thee, 
Unlefs  thou  weapons  canft  from  Chrift  obtain, 
And  borrow'd  might— the  victory  to  gain. 

3  Then  of  thy  Saviour  earneftly  entreat, 

That  he  wou'd  furnifh  thee  with  arms  complete, 
And  fill  thee  with  true  fortitude  of  mind, 
To  routthofe  enemies  of  humankind. 

4  Upon 


f  m  1 

4  Upon  thy  head  the  Chriftian's  helmet  bear, 
The  ftrongeft  hopes  of  heaven  thou  canft  wear, 
Through  which  the  pow'rful  fove'reign  of  the  air 
Can  never  hurt,  or  force  thee  to  defpair. 

^  Place  thou  the  fhield  of  Juflice  at  thy  bread, 
Afllir'd  the  Devil  cannot  e'er  moleft, 
Or  with  his  dread  artille'ry  injure  thofe, 
Who  with  this  fhield  his  fierce  attacks  oppofe. 

6  With  Righteoufnefs  thy  girded  loins  furround, 
Nor  deign  to  ule  Hypocrify  unfound: 

For  there's  no  neater,  and  no  ftronger  wear, 
Than  a  true  heart  join'd  to  a  mind  iincere. 

7  Thy  feet  with  fandals  from  the  Gofpel  grace, 
Be  patient  in  each  circumftance  and  place: 
Through  many  fuff'rings  and  through  many  woes,    . 
The  Chriftian  to  his  Sovereign's  palace  goes. 

8  Take  Faith's  ftrong  fhield,  the  arrows,  to  repel j 

The  deadly  fhafts,  fhot  by  the  prince  of  hell : 

A  lively  faith  in  Chrifb  will  always  cool 

The  fie'ry  darts  thrown  from  the  flaming  pool. 

9  Take  thou  the  fcripture's  keen,  two-edged  fword-- 

Take  thou  the  mighty  falchion  of  the  Word ■ 

For  that's  the  trenchant  blade,  which  at  a  blow 
Can  cut  and  cleave  our  fierce  infernal  foe. 

io  About  thee  always  keep  the  arms  of  God, 
Though  they  be  many,  and  oft'  dcem'd  a  load  ; 
Left  thou,  without  them  mou'dft  perchance  be  found, 
And  from  the  fiend  receive  a  fatal  wound 

1 1  And  of  th'  all-glorious  Trinity  entreat 
That  this  alliance  thou  may'ft  ftill  defeat, 

And  that  he'd  grace  and  ftrength  to  thee  afford, 
In  thy  profefllon,  well  to  ferve  the  Lord. 

12  Shou'd  Satan  ever  find  us  off  our  guard, 
And  without  armour,  his  affauks  to  ward, 
We  may  be  fure  he'll  roughly-handle  thole 
Who  ihall,  unarm'd,  his  deadly  force  oppofe. 

K  4  13  For 


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13  For  if  this  helmet's,  on  the  head,  not  placed m 

The  corfelet,  on  the  breaft— and  round  the  waift, 
The  belt — or  if  our  feet  are  ever  found 

Unlhod — the  fiend  our  fouls  will  furely  wound. 

14  Be  therefore,  like  afoldier,  (till  in  arms, 
Be  ftri&ly-watchful  againft  all  alarms, 

Left  thou  fhou'dft  by  the  guileful  foe  be  foil'd, 
And  of  eternal  happinefs  defpoil'd. 

15  Whene'er  thou  goeft  from  thy  room,  beware, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  fall  into  fome  latent  fnare  -, 
For  Satan  ever  feeks,  to  hook  thee  in, 

And  tempt  thee  to  commit  fome  mortal  fin. 

16  Great  is  his  rage,  but  greater  his  deceit 

Greater  his  fraud  than  force,  however  great — 
He,  like  a  lion,  prowls  about  each  hour, 

For  ever  feeking  whom  he  may  devour. 

17  The  ferpent's  cunning,  and  the  dragon's  ire, 
The  lion's  ftrength,  the  glaring  tiger's  fire, 
The  wolfs  voracioufnefs,  the  fox's  fraud, 
Belong  to  Satan,  when  he  roams  abroad. 

18  No  fleep,  nor  reft  he  knows,  by  day  or  night, 
E'er  fince  he  fell  from  the  empyrean  height, 
But  always  feeks,  with  all  his  might,  to  flay 
Each  heedlefs  foul,  he  meets  with  in  his  way. 

19  Therefore  of  all  his  ftratagems,  take  care, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  fall  unweeting  to  the  fnare : 
With  ceafelefs  praye'rsChrift's  matchlefs  aid  entreat; 
And  Chrift  will  help  thee,  Satan  to  defeat. 

A  Prayer  againft  the  Temptations,  and 
Aflaults  of  the  Devil. 

1   f^\  Thou,  that  keepeft  hell's  abyfs  clofe-barr'd, 
V_/   And  o'er  it's  gates  haft  fet  a  conftant  guard, 
That  Satan  haft  enchain'd,  and  death  o'erthrown, 
Hear  my  complaint  from  thy  celeftial  throne ! 

2  That 


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That  bloody  dragon,  that  malicious  foe, 
Whom  thou  didft  bind,  and  glorioufly  o'erthrow, 
Still  plots  my  ruin— if  thou  wilt  not  deign 
To  grant  thy  help,  his  malice  to  reftrain. 

Both  night  and  day,  he  roams  with  fleeplefs  eyes, 

And,  like  a  lion,  to  deflroy  me  tries-, 

For  ever  prompt  and  ready  to  devour, 

Didft  thou  not  fhield  me  from  his  deadly  pow'r! 

Each  night  that  comes,   and  each  returning  day, 
He  fpreads  his  dang'rous  toils  a-crofs  my  way, 
And  into  them  I  tumble  unawares, 
If  thou  doft  not  preferve  me  from  his  fnares. 

There's  no  forbidden  fruit,  of  pleafing  hue, 

But  he  prefents  it  daily  to  my  view 

There  is  no  fin,  but  he  wou'd  tempt  me  to, 
That  I  may  make  my  gracious  God,  my  foe. 

There's  no  good  acl:,  on  which  my  foul's  intent, 
Which  the  fell  fiend  attempts  not  to  prevent- 


And  oft,  too  oft !   his  gjrs'd  attempt  fucceeds, 
And  puts  a  flop  to  my  beft  minded  deeds. 
7  I  cannot  eat  a  bit  of  bread  in  peace, 
I  cannot  take  a  wink  of  fleep  at  eafe, 
I  cannot  drink,  or  any  work  begin, 
But  he  affays  to  turn  it  all  to  fin. 

8  I  cannot  e'en  a  fingle  fentence  fay, 

I  cannot  even  bend  my  knees  to  pray, 

But  Satan  all  his  efforts  flill  applies, 

To  make  me  fin — e'en  at  my  pray'rs  he  tries : 

9  Nay,  O  my  Saviour!   when  I'm  moil  inclin'd 
To  worfhip  thee,  with  all  my  heart  and  mind, 
Then  moft  he  aims  my  purpofeto  prevent, 
By  all  the  various  wiles  he  can  invent ! 

jo  And  fhou'dft  thou  let  him  loofe,  without  controul 
And  due  reftraint,  to  over-pow'r  my  foul, 
Worfe  then,  I'm  well-convince'd,  wou'd  be  my  cafe 
Than  that  of  Job,  and  all  his  former  race. 

1 1  Obi 


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1 1  Obferve,  O  Lord  !   his  bloody  minded  hate. 
His  roar  fupprefs,  his  daring  pride  abate, 
Fetter  his  feet,   and  bruife  his  baneful  head, 
Shorten  his  chain — let  not  his  poifon  fpread. 

12  Thou  haft,  O  Chrift  !  the  dreadful  dragon  bound, 
Thou  both  his  thighs  didft  with  thy  chain  furround, 
Thou  didft  defpoil  him  of  his  boafted  arms, 

Thou  haft  preferv'd  our  fouls  from  all  alarms. 

1 3  Let  us  in  thy  bright  panoply  be  dreft, 
Infufe  thy  mighty  Spirit  in  each  breaft, 

Teach  thou  our  hands  to  war,  with  fkill  and  might, 
And  let  us  not  be  vanquifh'd  in  the  fight. 

14  Let  not  the  ferpent,  our  frail  fouls  beguile, 
Let  not  the  dragon,  thy  weak  fervants  foil, 
Let  not  the  lion,  thy  elect  undo, 

Let  not  the  fiend,  thy  faithful  fons  fubdue. 

15  Lo !  we  are  weak,  and  he  is  form'd  for  war ; 
But  thou,  O  Chrift  !  art  ftronger  yet  by  far: 
On  us,  fome  portion  of  thy  might  beftow, 

And  then,  tho'  weak,  we  fhall  o'ercome  the  foe. 

16  "Wife  is  the  ferpent,   we,  alas!   but  dull, 
The  dragon  too,  is  of  devices  full : 

If  therefore  thou  malt  not  thine  aid  afford, 

The  fiend  will  fteal  thy  ranfom'd  flock,  O  Lord  ! 

1 7  Make  us  all  wife,  to  fee  each  wily  fnare, 
Wary,  that  we  may  of  his  nets  beware, 
Strong,  to  refill  the  efforts,  he  may  ufe, 
And  cautious — all  his  offers  to  refufe. 

18  With  favour  on  thy  fervants,  Lord!  look  down, 
Afiift  thy  brethren  to  obtain  the  crown, 

And  all,  who  fight  beneath  thy  banner,  aid, 
To  bear  their  crofs,  and  crufh  the  ferpent's  head. 


Advice. 


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Advice,   to  guard  againft  the  Tempta- 
tions of  the  Devil. 

i  £l  HOU'D  Satan  promifc  thee,  or  houfe  or  land, 
1^   If  thou  wou'dft  kneel  and  worfhip  at  his  feet : 
Tell  him,  he  has  not  at  his  own  command 
A  foot  of  ground,  befides  the'  infernal  pit. 

2  Shou'd  Satan  ever  tempt  thy  hands  to  touch 
Thy  neighbour's  wife,  and  to  defile  his  bed  : 
Tell  him  that  vengeance  ever  waits  on  fr.ch, 
And  hovers  dreadful  o'er  each  guilty  head. 

3  Shou'd  Satan  tempt  thee  o'er  thy  bowl  to  flay, 
'Till  drunkennefs  has  overwhelm'd  thy  foul : 
Tell  him  that  drunkards  at  the  latter  day, 
Shall  in  fierce  floods  of  fire  and  fulphur  roll. 

4  Shou'd  Satan  prompt  thy  tongue  to  fwear  and  curfe, 
And  make  thy  Saviour's  blood  and  wounds  it's  theme, 
Tell  him  there  can  be  no  tranfgreffion  worie, 
Than  thy  Redeemer's  iuffe'rings  to  blafpheme. 

5  Shou'd  Satan  ever  tempt  thee  to  opprefs 
The  Orphan — fay,  'tis  fcarce  a  greater  fin 

To  pull  out  Chrift's  own  eyes — than  to  diflrefs 
The  helplefs  Orphan,  that  has  loft  his  kin. 

6  Shou'd  Satan  prompt  thee,  to  make  ufe  of  fraud, 

Or  make  thee  play  the  perjur'd  liar's  part 

Tell  him,  the  righteous  Judge,  the'  eternal  God, 
Has  fix'd  an  hatred  of  them  in  thy  heart. 

7  Shou'd  Satan  tempt  thee,  in  the  gloom  of  night, 

The  fecret  works  of  darknefs  to  tranfacl 

Tell  him,  that  God,  who  is  the  fource  of  light, 
With  his  all-feeing  eyes  furveys  each  fadt. 

8  Whene'er  he  tempts  thee  foully  to  belie, 

Or  ridicule  a  brother,  maim'd  or  lame 

He  fain  wou'd  then  perfuade  thee  to  defie 
The  living  Lord,  and  curfe  thy  Maker's  name. 

9  Whene'er 


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9  Whene'er  he  prompts  thee  to  repeat  or  make 
A  lie — to  flay  thy  precious  foul  he  aims 
With  fhamelefs  front,  or  plunge  it  in  the  lake, 
That  ever  rages  with  fulphureous  flames. 

10  V/hene'er  he  feeks  to  drive  thee  to  defpair, 
He  thinks  to  force  thee  to  the  realms  below, 
Where  bloody  Cain,  and  Saul,  and  Judas  are, 
Though  thou  the  trueft  penitence  fhou'dft  fhow. 

1 1  Whenever  Satan  by  his  efforts  tries 

To  turn  thy  footfteps  from  the  temple-door 

He  flily  feeks  to  keep  thee  from  the  Ikies ; 
Becaule  at  church  thou  didft  not  Chrift  adore. 

12  Tho'  he  attempts  to  make  thee  turn  away, 
Whilft  God's  own  Minifters  the  Gofpel  preach, 
He  only  aims  to  barricade  the  way, 

Left  thou  fhou'd  chance  the  tree  of  life  to  reach. 

13  If  in  the  church  he  tries  to  make  thee  nod, 
(Where  Chriftians  fhou'd,  to  pray'r  alone,  refortj 
He  only  flrives  to  make  thee  mock  thy  God, 

In  his  own  temple,  and  his  holy  court. 

14  Beware  of  fleeping,  then,  when  thou  fhou'dft  pray : 
Worfe  than  a  Devil  is  the  man,  that  dares 

To  mock  his  God,  upon  a  Sabbath  day, 
And  on  his  knees,  with  hypocritic  airs. 

1 5  Shou'd  Satan  ever  tempt  thee  to  delay, 
At  the  communion-table  to  appear; 
Thy  feal  of  pardon  he'd  fain  fteal  away, 
By  hindring  thee  to  pay  thy  homage  there. 

1 6  If  from  thy  heart,  the  Gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Which  thou  haft  heard,  he  ftudies  to  efface 

He  tries  to  rob  thee  of  the  pow'rful  word, 

By  which  alone  thou  canft  improve  in  grace. 

17  If  he  can  once  prevail  on  thee  to  bear 
A  Chriftian  name,  yet  no  religion  have 
He'll  make  the  fervant  of  the  Lord  appear 
The  Devil's  drudge,  and  moft  devoted  flave. 

18  If 


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1 8  If  he  a  fruitlefs  faith  wou'd  have  thee  boaft, 
On  which  no  works  concomitant  attend- 


Thou'lt  find  it,  dead — and  find  it,  to  thy  coil, 
A  faith,  that  cannot  fave  thee,  in  the  end. 

19  Shou'd  he  from  penitence  thy  foul  reftrain, 

'Till  death,  and  make  thee  each  good  work  poftpone : 
He  hinders  thee  God's  mercy  to  obtain, 
Until  perhaps  the  time  of  mercy's  gone. 

20  Satan  will  leave  no  fort  of  fcheme  untry'd, 
By  means  whereof  he  may  expect  fuccefs, 

No  ftone  unturn'd,  no  meafure  unapply'd 

'Till,  if  he  can,  he  brings  thee  to  tranfgrefs. 

2 1  The  tempter  roves  about,  both  night  and  day 

By  night  and  day,  then  of  his  wiles  beware  : 

For  there's  no  place,  wherein  he  will  not  lay 
His  toils,  our  heedlefs  footfteps  to  enfnare. 

22  At  church,  in  thy  own  grounds,  at  home,  abroad, 
Intent  on  work,   or  unrelerv'd  at  play, 

At  table,  in  thy  bed,  or  on  the  road, 

Satan,  where-e'er  thou  art,  wou'd  there  betray. 

23  Be  therefore,  like  a  warrior,  ftill  prepar'd, 
And  never  fail  thy  panoply  to  wear, 

And  on  thy  actions  keep  a  conftant  guard 

Left  Satan  ihou'd  thy  foul  in  pieces  tear. 

24  Woe  unto  him,  who  was  in  Childhood  wild, 
In  youth,  a  fpendthrift,    and  a  churl,  in  age  ! 
Since  he,  thereby,  has  Satan's  will  fulfill'd, 
Throughout  his  life,  in  ev'ry  difFe'rent  ftage. 

25  Take  heed,  my  foul — of  Satan's  wiles  beware: 
He  always  aims  all  ages  to  trepan 

In  all  thy  paths  he'll  lay  a  latent  fnare, 
To  catch  thy  carelefs  feet,  whene'er  he  can. 

26  He'll  ftrive  to  make  thee  pafs  thy  youthful  days, 
Ever  in  fruitlefs,  vain  purfuits  employ'd, 

In  dancing,  riot,  and  fuch  idle  ways « 

Ways  of  all  virtue  and  all  merit  void. 

27  In 


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27  In  manhood,  he  will  try  to  take  thee  in, 
With  women  and  with  wine  thy  time  to  wafte, 
And  thy  pure  veffel  to  defile  with  fin, 

With  foul  concupifcence,  and  deeds  unchafte. 

28  When  age  comes  on,  he'll  labour  to  divert 

Thy  thoughts  from  God,  and  penitence  fincere5  v 
And  ev'ry  purpofe  of  thy  foul  pervert 
To  muck-worm  avarice  and  worldly  care. 

29  Endeavour  then,  whatever  ftage  thou'rt  in, 
From  Satan's  fnares  to  extricate  thy  mind, 
V/ho'll  feek  thy  utter  ruin  by  the  fin, 

To  which  he  finds  thy  nature  moil  inclin'd. 

Advice  to  pray  earneftly,  and  on  all  Oc- 

cafions,  fuppofed  to  be  addrefs'd  to  his  own  Son. 

1  Tfp  ORGET  not,  on  my  bleffing,  thrice  a-day, 
Jj    Thy  bounden  facririce  of  praife  to  bring, 
And  on  thy  bended  knees  devoutly  pray 

Before  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  and  thy  King. 

2  Before  thy  room  thou  quitted,  with  the  light 

Before  thou  dineil,  at  the  noon  of  day 

Before  thou  fuppeft,  at  the'  approach  of  night ■ 

On  thefe  three  times,  do  not  riegle£t  to  pray. 

3  Lift  up  thy  hands  to  pray  for  thy  fuccefs, 
E'er  they  are  put  to  any  ufe  befide, 
And  beg  of  God  thy  ev'ry  work  to  blefs. 
Before  thou  haft  thyfelf  to  work  apply'd. 

4  Thou  may'ft  fome  fhort  ejaculation  fay, 
Even  when,  on  thy  talk,  thou'rt  moft  intent, 
And  fhou'dft  with  never-ceafing  ardor  pray  •, 
Though  God  has  given  thee  thy  heart's  content. 

5  Though  thou  with  heavy  labour  art  opprefs'd, 

And  greatly  hurry'd  on  a  market-day 

Yet  even  then,  it  is  by  all  confefs'd, 

'Twill  do  thee  much  more  good,  than  harm,  to  pray. 

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6  Though  David  did  in  martial  fkill  excel, 

And  troubles  more  than  any  mortal  bore 

Yet,  leven  times  a-day,  he  always  fell 

Upon  his  knees,  the  Godhead  to  adore. 

7  Whilft  with  the  kings  of  Canaan  war  he  wage'd, 
Jofhua  pray'd — yet  fought  with  all  his  might  •, 
His  heart  was  in  devotion  then  engage'd, 
E'en  whilft  his  hands  were  bufy  in  the  fight. 

8  Their  praye'rs  ne'er  ftopp'd  whatever  they  began. 
Nor  put  their  undertaking  to  a  ftand  •, 

But  rather  forwarded  each  happy  plan, 
And  fanctify'd  whate'er  they  took  in  hand. 

9  Accuftom  thou  thy  felf  to  pray  with  zeal, 
In  ev'ry  work  thou  doft — and  thou  fhalt  fee 

That  pray'r  can  do  more  good  than  tongue  can  tell* 
And  be  a  happy  furtherance  to  thee. 
io  The  Hufbandman  and  Hind  may  full  as  well, 
E'en  whilft  at  plough,  to  their  Creator  pray, 
As  to  their  cattle  fome  dull  jargon  tell, 
Or  filly  fingfong,  all  the  live-long  day. 

1 1  E'en  Travellers  may  Pfalms  devoutly  ling, 
Or  pray  in  fpirit,  as  they  ride,  or  walk, 
As  well  as  they  may  make  the  welkin  ring 
With  their  loofe  ballads,  or  their  noify  talk. 

12  Nay,  Shoe-makers  and  Tailors  may  enjoy 

Some  time  to  pray,  whilft  they  their  trades  purfue : 
For  whilft «their  hands  they  at  their  craft  employ, 
Their  minds  may  be  employ'd  in  prayer  too. 

1 3  Old  women,  whilft  they  turn  the  fpinning  wheel, 
May  each  perform  her  talk  without  delay, 
And  maidens  twirl  about  the  rattling  reel, 

And  yet  find  time  enough  befides  to  pray. 

14  Though  thou  fhou'dft  be,  with  Mofes  on  the  hill — 

Or  elle,  with  Ifaac,  walking  o'er  thy  ground 

Or  in  the  temple  with  St.  John — yet  ftill, 
"VVhere-e'er  thou  art,  to  pray  thou'rt  always  bound. 

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15  Before  thou  goeft  from  thy  houfe,  entreat 
Thy  gracious  God,  to  give  thee  good  fuccefs, 
And  all  thy  labours,  whether  fmall  or  great, 
With  his  accuftom'd  providence  to  blefs. 

16  'Tis  God,  that  makes  our  undertakings  fpeed, 
'Tis  God,  that  ev'ry  blefling  to  us  gives, 
When  he  is  worfhipp'd,  all  our  works  fucceed, 
But  when  neglected,  then  a  curfe  arrives. 

1 7  His  fpirit  beg,  to  guide  thee  on  thy  way, 
His  grace  too  beg,    to  aid  each  faint  effort, 
His  blefling  beg,  on  all  thou  doft  eflay, 
And  he  himfelf  will  be  thy  ftrong  fupport. 

1 8  Let  ev'ry  act  with  Jefus  be  begun 

His  help  implore,  to  bring  it  to  an  end — 
To  him  afcribe  the  glory,  when  'tis  done  : 
So  fhall  fuccefs  on  ev'ry  a£t  attend. 

19  As  God  made  Jofeph's  ev'ry  work  fucceed, 
And  all  that  faithful  Daniel  did  of  yore ; 
So  will  he  forward,  for  thee,  ev'ry  deed, 

If  thou  fincerely  wilt  his  name  adore. 

20  For  if  thou  doft  not  pray  aright  to  God, 

Like  Jonah,  thou  a  bafelefs  booth  fhalt  make 

Or  elfe,  like  Peter,  thou  fhalt  fpread  abroad 
Thy  nets — and  yet  a  fingle  fifti  not  take. 

2 1  Thou,  night  and  day,  in  trouble  and  in  pain 
Shalt  fret  and  fume,  and  like  a  Mifer  moil — 
Yet  all  thy  labour  fhall  be  quite  in  vain, 
And  thou  nought  better,  after  all  thy  toil. 

2  2  In  vain  it  is,  to  rife  up  with  the  light, 
In  vain  it  is,  to  eat  the  bread  of  care, 
In  vain,  to  watch  the  tedious  winter-night. 
If  we  without  God's  holy  blefling  are. 

23  In  vain  it  is  new  palaces  to  raife, 
In  vain  it  is,  to  garrifon  the  fort, 
In  vain  it  is,  to  toil  throughout  our  days, 
If  God  does  not  our  weak  attempts  fupport. 

24  Left 


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24  Left  all  thy  labours,  then,  fhou'd  fruitlefs  prove, 

Pray  thou  with  fervor,  if  thou  wou'dft  fucceed i 

Pray  unto  God  to  blefs  thee  from  above : 
So  fliall  he  fully  profper  ev'ry  deed. 

ADVICE,   to  the  Farmer. 

1  TJ*  '  E  R  thou  thy  hands  upon  the  plough  doft  ky, 
\2j  Firft  lift  them  up,  and  to  thy  Maker  pray, 
Thou   and  thy  hinds — that  he  thy  work  may  blefs, 
And  crown  thy  labours  with  the  wifh'd  fuccels. 

2  In  vain  it  is,  a  large  domain  to  plow, 
In  vain  it  is,  to  harrow  whr.t  you  fow, 

If  God  with-hold  his  blefllng  from  the  grain. 
The  feed  will  rot  beneath  the  furrow'd  piain. 

3  'Tis  God  that  fows — 'tis  God  that  makes  the  field 
It's  full  increafe  in  time  of  harveft  yield  : 

An  hundred  fold,  or  more,  is  fometimes  given 
To  thofe,  who  place  their  confidence  in  heaven. 

4  Whoe'er  wou'd  from  the  earth  it's  ftrength  obtain, 
And  reap  large  crops  of  valuable  grain, 

Let  him  with  fervent  pray'r  his  God  addrefs, 
And  he  fliall  meet  with  the  defire'd  fuccefs. 

5  A  fingle  harrow,  by  the  help  of  pray'r, 
A  greater  produce  fliall  return  by  far 
Than  can  be  got  by  teams,  perhaps  a  (core, 
Where  none  by  pray'r  invoke  the'  Almighty  Pow'r. 

6  llaac,  by  prayer's  efficacious  aid, 

Was,  in  his  corn,  an  hundred  fold  repay'd  ; 
Whilft  others,  who  neglected  pray'r,  fcarce  found 
Bare  fix-for-one  from  their  beft-culture'd  ground. 

7  The  Lord,  thy  God,  O  hufbandman  !    adore 
With  all  thy  heart  his  needful  help  implore, 
That  he  the  labours  of  thy  hands  may  blefs, 
And,  to  thy  full  content,  thy  ftore  increafe. 

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.    The  FARMER'S   Prayer. 

1   f~\  Thou  !  by  whom  the  univerfe  was  made, 
\^/    Mankind's  fupport,  and  never  failing  aid? 

Who  bidd'ft  the  earth  her  various  products  bear, 
Who  watered  the  foft'ned  foil  with  rain, 
Who  giveft  vegetation  to  the  grain, 

Unto  a  peafant's  ardent  pray'r  give  ear  ! 

2  I  now  intend,  with  care,  my  land  to  drefs, 
And  in  it's  fertile  womb  to  fow  my  grain  ; 
Which,  if,  O  God!    thou  deigneft  not  to  blefs, 
I  never  fhall  receive,  or  fee,  again. 

3  In  vain  it  is  to  plant,  in  vain  it  is  to  fow, 
In  vain  to  harrow  well  the  levell'd  plain, 

If  thou  wilt  not  command  the  feed  to  grow. 
And  fried  thy  bleffing  on  the  bury'd  grain. 

4  For  not  a  fingle  corn  will  rufh  to  birth 
Of  all  that  I've  intrufted  to  the  earth, 

If  thou  doft  not  enjoin  the  blade  to  fpring, 
And  the  young  moot  to  full  perfection  bring. 

5  I  therefore  beg  thy  bleffing  on  my  lands, 
O  Lord !   and  on  the  labour  of  my  hands, 
That  I  thereby,  may  as  a  Chriftian,  live, 
And  my  fupport,  and  maintenance  receive  I- 

6  Open  the  windows  of  the  fkies,  and  pour 
Thy  bleffings  on  them  in  a  genial  fhow'r  ; 
My  corn  with  earth's  prolific  fatnefs  feed, 
And  give  increafe  to  all  my  cover'd  feed  ! 

7  Let  not  the  fkies,  like  brafs  in  fufion,  glow, 
Nor  the'  earth,  with  heat,  as  hard  as  iron  grow, 
Let  not  our  paiturcs  and  our  meads  of  hay, 
For  our  fupine  neglect  of  Thee,  decay  ! 

S  But  give  us  in  good  time  and  meafure  meet, 
A  tempeVate  feafon,  and  ifufficient  heat, 
Give  us  the  former  and  the  latter  rains, 
Give  peace  and  plenty  to  the  Britifh  fwains. 

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9  The  locuft  and  the  cankerworm  reflrain, 
The  dew,  that  blights  and  tarnifhes  the  grain, 
The  drought,  the  nippingwinds,the  lightning's  glare. 
Which  to  the  growing  corn  pernicious  are. 

10  O,  let  the  year  be  with  thy  goodnefs  crown'd, 
Let  it  with  all  thy  choicelt  gifts  abound, 
Let  bleating  flocks  each  fertile  valley  fill^ 
And  lowing  herds  adorn  each  rifing  hill ! 

1 1  Give  to  the  fons  of  men  their  daily  bread, 

Give  grafs  to  the  mute  beafts,  that  crop  the  mead, 
Give  wine  and  oil,  to  thofe  that  till  the  field, 
And  let  thy  heritage  abundance  yield. 

12  Give  us  a  harvefh  with  profufion  crown'd, 
Let  e  v'ry  field  and  yard  with  corn  abound, 
Let  herbs  each  garden,  fruit  each  orchard  fill, 
Let  rocks  their  honey,  kine  their  milk  diftill. 

13  Profper  our  handy- work,  thou  gracious  God  ! 
And  further  our  endeavours  with  fuccefs  : 

So,  on  our  knees,  fhall  we  thy  name  applaud, 
And  ni°;ht  and  morn  our  benefactor  blefs. 

Advice,  to  the  Traveller. 

1   "PjVER  thou  thy  foot  malt  in  the  ftirrup  place, 
Jjj  Befeech  thy  God  to  blefs  thee  with  his  grac" 
And  keep  thee  fafe,  'till  thy  return  again, 
Whene'er  thou  traveller!:  o'er  hill  or  plain. 

2  God's  angel  feek,  thy  footfteps  to  direct, 
His  wing  from  ev'ry  danger  to  protect, 
Upon  thy  journey  for  his  bleffing  fue, 
And  he  will  profper  all  thou  haft  to  do. 

]  As  God  an  angel  with  Tobias  fent 
For  his  attendant,  wherefoe'er  he  went : 
So  fhall  he  fpeedy  luccour  fend  to  all, 
Who  fhall  on  him,  e'en  now,  for  fuccour  call. 
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4  From  the  bed  Patriarch's  fervant  learn  to  pray, 
And  call  on  God,  whilfc  thou  art  on  thy  way, 
That  he  the  purpofe  of  thy  foul  may  fpeed : 
So  fhalt  thou  to  thy  utmofl  wifh  fucceed. 

5  But  if  thou  ihou'dfl  not,  on  thy  bended  knee, 
Entreat  the  Son  of  God  to  fpeed  thee  home  : 
Thou  fhalt  oppreflion  on  thy  journey  fee, 
And  bootlefs  back,  without  thy  errand  come. 

6  To  thofe,  that  mufladiflant  journey  take, 
Better  is  praye'r  than  wine,  the  thirft  to  flake, 
Better  than  forts,  to  ward  the  light'ning's  glance., 
Better  than  ought,  to  guard  againft  mifchance. 

7  Better  is  praye'r,  to  fave  thee  from  thy  foe, 
When  on  a  dange'rous  journey  thou  dofl  go, 
Than  fword  or  piftol,  or  the  fleetefb  horfe, 
Than  num'rous  troops,  or  any  human  force. 

S  The  Deity  with  ceafelefs  praye'r  adore, 
And  on  thy  journey  his  flrong  aid  implore; 
So  mall  he  fend  his  angels  to  fulfil 
Thy  heart's  beft  wifhes,  and  preferve  thee  Hill. 

The  Traveller's  Prayer. 

i  ^"IT^Hou  guardian  of  the  weak,thoupoorman'sfriend! 
JL    Hear  from  thy  glorious  throne,  Almighty  God  ! 
That  dofl  thine  aid  to  fearful  trav'lers  lend, 
The  fuit  of  one  that  journeys  on  the  road  ! 

2  I  am  oblig'd  I  know  not  where  to  ero. 
Nor  know  I  whether  I  mail  ever  come, 
Since  'tis  a  country  I'm  aflranger  to, 

If  thou  dofl  not  my  journey  profper,  home. 

3  Lord,  it  is  Thou,  who  governefl  this  ball, 
And  all  that  is  therein  thou  dofl  direct  j 
So  that  no  mifchief  ever  can  befal 

The  men  thou  favoureit,  thy  own  elect! 

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4  I  therefore  humbly  make  it  my  requcft 
That  thou  in  mercy  wou'dft  my  life  fuftain, 
Where-e'er  I  go,  and  with  thy  favour  bleft, 
Bring  me  in  joy  and  fafety  back  again. 

5  To  lead  the  way,  difpatch  an  angel  down, 
My  folace,  and  protection  to  become, 

That  lie  my  bus'nefs  with  fuccefs  may  crown, 
And  back  again  in  health  conduct  me  home. 

6  Thy  downy  wings  do  thou  expand  abroad, 
Beneath  their  ample  awning  fhade  me  ftill, 
Suffer  not  any  foe,  upon  the  road, 

To  do  my  foul  or  body  any  ill. 

7  Send  thou  thy  fervant  Raphael  to  direct 
My  fteps,  as  he  did  with  Tobias  go, 
The  youth  from  ev'ry  danger  to  protect, 

To  guide  his  feet,  and  fave  him  from  the  foe. 

8  Be  thou  before  me,  like  a  cloud,  by  day, 

Like  a  bright  blaze,  by  night,  my  God  and  King, 
To  light,  and  bring  me  fafely  on  my  way, 
As  thou  didft  Ifraei  erft  from  Canaan  brins;. 

9  The  eaftern  fages  thou  didft  erft  protect, 
And  fent'ft  a  ftar  thofe  ftrangers  to  attend, 
As  thou  didft  their's,  do  thou  my  fteps  direct, 
'Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

io  As  young  Tobias  thou  didft  fave  of  yore, 
Both  from  the  river- mo nfter,  and  the  fiend, 
So  fave  me,  Lord  !    by  thy  Almighty  Pow'r, 
From  all  the  perils,  which  may  me  attend. 

1 1  Preferve  me,  Lord  !    from  Satan's  fweeping  net, 
And  his  vile  friends,  who  my  belt  fchemes  ftill  crofs, 
Permit  them  not,  by  whom  I'm  thus  befet, 

To  do  me  hurt,  or  bring  me  fhame  and  |oJ 

12  Let  not  loud  thunder,  or  the  light'jring^s  glare, 
Let  not  the  ftorm  or  tempeft  do  me  harm, 
Let  not  the  wily  fiend  my  foul  enfnare, 

Nor  any  violence  my  heart  alarm. 

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1 3  Preferve  me  from  the  fnares  by  robbers  fpread, 
O'erflowing  rivers,  villains  that  beguile, 

A  life  corrupt,  and  an  adult'rous  bed, 

The  dangers  of  the  road,  and  comrades  vile. 

14  Rouze  then  my  fainting  heart  within  my  bread, 
Make  thou  my  path,  by  thy  kind  furtherance,  plain; 
Strengthen  my  fellow-trav'lers  and  my  beafta 

And  bring  us,  to  our  wifhes,  back  again. 

15  Succefs  to  all  we  undertake,  impart, 
And  expedite  the  bufinefs  and  defign 
Of  ev'ry  one  that  has  an  honeft  heart, 
That  all,  to  blefs  thy  holy  name,  may  join. 

16  Preferve  us,  Lord !  from  harm  and  ill  fuccefs, 
Mifchance,  mifcarriage,  mifery,  mifhap, 
Damage,  difeafe,  difaiter,  and  diftrefs, 
Lofs  of  the  road,  or  any  dang'rous  fcrape. 

17  Conduct  us  back  again  in  health,  O  God  ! 
Our  dear  relations  and  our  friends  among-, 
That  we  thy  name  may,  for  thy  aid,  applaud, 
And  fmg  thy  praifes  in  fome  facred  long : 


ADVICE   to    a    Soldier. 

1  OiOLDIER,  before  thou  marcheft  out  to  fight, 
j^5  To  ferve  the  Crown,  and  in  thy  country's  right. 
Pray  to  the  Lord,  and  he'll  to  thee  impart 
Strength,  martial  skill,  and  a  courageous  heart. 

2  'Tis  God,  that  gives  the  loyal  foldier  might, 

'Tis  God,  that  gives  him  knowledge  how  to  fight, 
'Tis  by  God's  aid,  his  expert  fingers  know 
To  tofs  the  Pike,  or  bend  the  ftubborn  bow. 

3  The  God  of  armies  is  a  warrior  flrong, 
A  fafe  retreat  from  injury  and  wrong; 
From  him  alone  comes  conquer!  and  fuccefs  : 
Implore  his  aid,  and  He  thy  arms  will  blefs. 

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4  Prayer  is  better  and  more  ufeful  far. 
To  ev'ry  Soldier  in  the  time  of  war, 
Than  any  armour  to  fence  off  a  blow, 
Or  than  a  Sword  is,  to  offend  the  foe. 

5  The  hands  of  Mofes,  lifted  up  on  high, 
To  fupplicate  afTiftance  from  the  sky, 
More  than  the  fword  of  Jofhua  deitroy'd, 
And  all  the  troops  that  gallant  chief  employ'd. 

6  Jonathan's  prayer  greater  numbers  flew, 
Among  the  Philiftine  difheartned  crew, 
Than  were  by  Saul  and  all  his  army  (lain, 
In  various  conflicts  on  the'  enfanguin'd  plain. 

7  More  prevalent  was  David's  praye'r  by  far, 
The'  enormous  giant  to  o'ercome  in  war, 

Than  thofe  fmooth  ftones  which  from  his  fcrip  he  took. 
Though  thro'  his  forehead  one  of  them  he  ftrook. 

8  Elijah,  though  no  weapons  he  employ'd, 
Belides  his  praye'rs,  two  captains  erft  deflroy'd 
With  both  the  companies  they  brought  along. 
What  then,  on  Earth,  than  Prayer  is  more  ilrong  ? 

9  The  Praye'r  of  Judith  of  more  ufe  was  found 
Than  thofe  ftrong  walls,which  did  the  town  furround, 
To  lave  Bethulia's  war-devoted  tow'rs 

From  Holofernes'  defolating  pow'rs. 
io  Before  thou  entered  the  mortal  fray, 
Lift  up  thy  hands  immediately  to  pray, 
As  valiant  Jolhua  was  wont  to  do, 
So  (halt  thou  meet  fuccefs  againfl  the  foe. 

1 1  Thy  hands  for  battle  prudently  prepare, 
And  earneilly  incline  thy  mind  to  pray'r, 
And  thou  (halt  find  that  Prayer  can  do  more 
Than  both  thy  hands  againft  an  adverfe  pow'r. 


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The  Soldier's  PRAYER. 

1  fT^HOU  God  of  might,  who  doft  o'er  hofts  prefide, 

X     Who  doft  alone  the  doubtful  battle  guide, 
Who  doft  alone  the  joyful  victo'ry  gain, 
O  hear  my  prayer  in  this  dread  campaign  ! 

2  Here  in  the  crown's,  our  king  and  country's  right, 
We,  for  our  lands,  our  goods,  and  nation,  fight 
With  a  perfidious  and  invete'rate  foe, 

That  always  feeks  this  kingdom's  overthrow. 

3  Confound,  O  Lord  !  each  mifchievous  intent, 
Each  plot  and  flratagem  our  foes  invent, 
Their  ftrength  diminifh,  and  their  pride  abate, 
Aftuage  their  malice,  blunt  their  keen-edge'd  hate. 

4  Be  thou,  O  Lord !  thy  feeble  fervants  friend, 
That  we  may  manfully  the  crown  defend  •, 
And  give  us  ftrength,  ^however  weak  and  few, 
Thofe  pow'rful  foes  to' conquer  and  fubdue. 

5  Do  thou,  O  God  !  our  fainting  hearts  revive, 
Do  thou,  our  enemies  before  us  drive, 
With  terror  and  difmay  their  bofoms  fill, 
With  fhame  and  foul  defeat  purfue  them  ft  ill. 

6  Though  we  be  but  a  fmall  and  feeble  band, 
Compar'd  to  thofe  who  in  their  army  ftand  ; 
Yet  are  we  furnifh'd  with  fufficient  might, 
If  thou,  O  Lord,  wilt  for  thy  fervants  fight. 

7  I  know,  O  Lord  !  thy  power  is  not  lefs 

In  few  than  many  — thou  canft  grant  fuccefs 
E'en  to  the  weakeft — and  doft  oft  delight 
Againft  the  ftrongeft  to  exert  thy  might. 

B  Thy  fervant  Gideon  thou  didft  erft  employ, 
The  Midianites  vaft  army  to  deftroy, 
Though  but  three  hundred  form'd  his  flender  band, 
And  they,  like  locufts,  cumber'd  all  the  land. 

o,  Jonathan 


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9  Jonathan  and  his  armour-bearer,  erft, 
Unnumber'd  foes  fuccefsfully  difpers'd: 
When  thou  their  fouls  didft  with  amazement  fill", 
"Who  cou'd  refill,  or  countermand  thy  will! 

10  Thou  gaveft  Shamgar  fuch  refiftlefs  pov/r, 
Six  hundred  with  a  goad  he  flew  of  yore, 

And  Samfon,  with  unequall'd  ftrength  endue'd, 
A  thoufand  with  an  afs's  jawfubdue'd. 

1 1  A  woman's  artlefs  hand  thou  didft  employ, 
Jabin's  head-captain  Sifera,  to  deftroy  ■ 
The  ftars  themfelvcs,  arrange'd  in  juft  array, 
For  Ifrael  fought,  that  memorable  day  ! 

1 2  So,  if  for  us  it  be  thy  will  to  fight, 

Thou  canft  fupply  us  with  fufficicnt  might, 
Our  foes  to  conquer  on  the'  embattled  plain  \ 
Though  we  be  but  a  fmall  and  feeble  train. 

13  If  thou,  O  Lord!  appeareft  on  our  fide. 

The  heaven's,  the  earth,  the  ocean's  furious  tide, 
The  fun  and  moon,  and  fv'ry  wind  that  blows, 
Will  join  with  us  to  war  againft  our  foes. 

14  If  thou  to  favour  us  art  well  inclin'd, 

Nor  Turk,  nor  Pope,  nor  Spaniard,  need  we  mind  : 
Nay,  though  againft  us  hell  kfelf  ihou'd  pufh, 
We  need  not  value  hell  itfelf  a  rufh. 

15  Thou  haft  thyfelf,  O  Lord  !    a  warrior  fhow'd, 
Thou  only  art  with  fkill  and  ftrength  endow'd, 
Thou  art  the  Giver  of  the  laurel-wreath, 
Thou  art  our  Shield  againft  the  pow'r  of  death. 

1 6  'Tis  thou,  that  ftoppeft  war's  rage,  ev'ry  where, 
'Tis  thou,  that  fnappeft-fhort  the  pointed  fp< 
'Tis  thou,  that  tieTt  the  war-horfe  to  his  ftall, 
'Tis  thou,  that  art  the  conqueror  of  all ! 

1 7  Do  thou  give  comfort  to  each  drooping  heart, 
Do  thou  unto  our  linews  ftrength  impart, 

Do  thou  to  us  true  martial  fkill  afford, 
That  we  may  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

iS  Like 


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1 8  Like  Jofhua,  make  thou  our  leaders  ftrong, 
That  they  like  him,  may  chafe  the  hoftile  throng. 
Their  fchemes  and  ftratagems  do  thou  attend, 
That  they  may  bring  them  to  a  profpe'rous  end. 

19  Strength,  brave'ry,  knowledge,  puifance,  impart 
To  all  our  foldier's,-  and  a  lion's  heart : 
Might,  will,  and  diligence  on  each  beftow, 
That  he  may  fearlefsiy  confront  his  foe. 

20  Around  us  let  thy  angels  fentry  keep, 

And  from  our  foes  protect  us,  whilft  we  fleep : 
A  choien  troop  of  thy  chief  warriors  fend, 
From  war's  fierce  rage  thy  fervants  to  defend, 

2 1  Do  thou,  O  Lord !  o'er  all  our  hoft  prefide, 
And  with  thy  wifdom  all  our  actions  guide  : 
May  all  of  us  thy  facred  law  fulfil,    . 

And  nothing  do  repugnant  to  thy  will. 

22  Let  us  unto  the  King  pay  homage  due. 
Let's  to  our  fellow-citizens  be  true, 
Let  us  obedient  to  our  leaders  prove, 
And  in  our  quarters  live  in  peace  and  love. 

23  Make  each  of  us  contented  with  his  pay, 
Let  us  not  take  our  neighbour's  goods  away. 
Let  none  of  us  opprefs,  or  high  or  low, 
But  aweful  reve'rence  to  thy  dictates  fhow. 

24  Let  us  in  no  diforders  e'er  engage, 
Nor  any  of  our  company  ehrage; 

Nor  with  our  leaders  mutinoufly  ftrive, 
Nor  in  vile  courfes  and  debauche'ry  live. 

25  Let  us  no  wife  or  maiden  e'er  opprefs, 
Let  us  not  any  tender  heart  diftrefs  \ 

Left  thou  thy  wrath  againft  fuch  deeds  fhou'dft  mow* 
And  yield  us  up  a  prey  unto  the  foe. 

26  Make  us  all  live,  whilft  by  the  foe  befet, 
As  if  we  all  were  in  thy  temple  met, 
And  make  us  call  upon  thee,  ev'ry  hour, 
To  aid,  and  keep  us  by  thy  mighty  pow'r. 

27  As 


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27  As  we  are  daily  at  the  gates  of  death, 

Near  the  fpear's  point  and  gun's  deftroying  breath, 
Let  us  each  moment  in  thy  fear  abide, 
And  caft  our  vile  enormities  afide. 

28  Since  none,  O  Lord  !  the  hour  or  minute  know, 
When  they  to  thee  a  juft  account  mult  fhow, 
O,  may  our  lives  be  righteous  and  fincere, 
Before  we  at  thy  judgement  feat  appear! 

29  Prepare  us,  Lord  !   that  we  to  thee  may  come, 
'  And  make  us  ready  to  receive  our  doom, 

Let  us  not  live  in  fin  a  fingle  hour, 

Left  unawares  it  fliou'd  our  fouls  o'erpow'r. 

30  Permit  us  not  in  evil  to  proceed, 
Or  the  commiffion  of  a  fingle  deed, 
Which  at  thy  dread  tribunal  muft-be  known, 
When  we  with  fhame  appear  before  thy  throne. 

31  Save  us,  O  Lord!   who  call  upon  thy  name, 
But  overwhelm  our  enemies  with  fhame: 

Our  gracious  Sove'reign  and  his  Kingdoms  blefs, 
And  crown  our  arms  with  conqueft:  and  fuccefs ! 


A  D  V  I  C  E  to  the  Dealer,  or  Drover. 

1  T  F  thou'rt  a  Dealer,  honefl  be  each  act, 
X  And  fairly  pay  for  what  to  thee  is  fold  ; 
Be  to  thy  promife  and  thy  word  exact  : 
Credit  is  better  oft  than  hoards  of  gold. 

2  Of  the  neceffitous  no  vantage  take, 
And  be  not  ftudious  of  excelfive  gain, 
With  rogues  no  bargain  or  agreement  make; 
Nothing:  will  thrive  that  comes  from  fuch  a  train. 

3  Buy  not  too  much  on  tick,  for  all  will  fell, 
To  fuch  a  purchafer,  extremely  dear, 
And  fuch  a  trade  will  loon  that  wretch  con/ 
To  quit  the  kingdom,  or  to difappear. 

4  Take 


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4  Take  heed  that  thou  doft  not  thy  chapmen  cheat, 
.   God  will  a  fentence  pafs  on  all  deceit: 

And  tho'  thou  fhou'dft  beyond  the  leas  retreat, 
Sure  vengeance  will  on  thy  tranigreflion  wait. 

5  They  ne'er  (the  icripture  on  that  head  is  plain) 
Shall  roafl  the  prey,  who  ftudy  to  deceive  : 
For  fraud  to  no  one  yet  brought  real  gain, 

It  paries  off,  like  water  through  a  fieve. 

6  Of  drunkennefs  beware,  whate'er  thou  doft  -, 
For  drunkennefs  will  make  the  wealthier!:  poor, 
And  when  a  trader's  oft  in  liquor  loft, 

In  wine  and  ale  he  foon  will  fpend  his  ftore. 

7  Take  care  of  thy  dear  foul,  to  juftice  cleave, 
And  do  the  poor  no  wrong,  for  confcience'  fake  : 
For  if  a  bankrupt  thou  the  land  fhou'dft  leave, 
Vengeance  divine  thy  footfteps  will  o'ertake. 

Advice   to  a  young  Man,  before  he  goes 
a  Courting. 

i  T  ¥  J  HEN  firft  thou  goe'ft  to  court  a  maid, 
V V     If  thou'dft  fucceed,  implore  God's  aid, 
And  take  his  Spirit  for  thy  guide, 
Or  thou'lt  ne'er  get  a  worthy  bride. 

2  A  wife  with  modefty  endow'd 
And  grace,  is  the  beft  gift  of  God, 
A  gift,  that  none  ihall  e'er  obtain, 
But  they  that  in  his  fear  remain. 

3  Then  beg  of  God,  this  gift  to  have, 
And  his  divine  aftiftance  crave  : 

So  fhalt  thou  meet  with  good  fuccefs, 
And  all  will  favour  thy  addrefs. 

4  Yet,  e'er  thou  weddeft,  as  is  fit, 
Unto  thy  parent's  will  fubmit, 
Afk  their  confent  upon  the  knee  : 
So  ihall  thy  nuptials  happy  be  ! 

t  God 


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5  God  unto  them  wou'd  have  thee  bow, 
Beg  their  advice,  their  pkafure  know, 
E'er  thou  prefume'ft  a  wife  to  take : 
So  no  improper  match  they  make. 

6  Yet  he'd  not  have  them  force  thy  mind 
To  marry,  where  thou'rt  not  inclin'd, 
One,  whom  thy  heart  cou'd  never  love, 
And  ne'er  cou'd  thy  affections  move. 

7  If  full  of  Grace,  if  good  in  kind, 
In  body  perfect,  and  in  mind, 

The  maiden  be if  blefs'd  with  fenfe, 

"With  Virtue,  Wifdom,  Competence, 

Follow  where  nature  leads  the  way, 
And  the  divine  command  obey. 
2  Thy  parents  muft  the  choice  approve, 
Or  they'll  refift  the  Lord  above, 
And  in  thy  bofom  light  a  fire, 
To  tempt  inordinate  defire. 

9  Yet,  if  thou  canit,  ne'er  fret  thy  fire, 
But  him,   in  all  he  mall  require, 
With  filial  duty  feek  to  pleafe, 
And  he'll  thy  wifhes  grant  with  eafe. 

io  A  Proteflant,  of  blamelefs  life, 
And  truly  pious,  be  thy  wife  : 
Scarce  e'er  agreed  the  fpoufe  and  dame, 
Whofe  principles  were  not  the  fame ! 

1 1  Seek  thou  a  maid,  of  honeft  kin, 

Oft  constitution  fways  to  fin, « 

And,  if  God  does  not  guard  her  well, 
Young  mils  will  fall,  where  madam  fell. 

1 2  Clean,  neat  and  lovely  let  her  be, 
From  aukwardnefs  and  flutte'ry  free  : 
Cold,  taftdefs,  joylefs,  faint,  the  love, 
(That's  on  a  flattern  plac'dj   will  prove. 

13  Let  her,  whom  thou'rt  reiblv'd  to  court, 
Be  or  good  life  and  good  report 


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Her  temper  mild her  words  be  few  : 

Worfe  than  a  fcorpion  is  a  fhrew ! 

14  Let  her  be  knowing,  virtuous,  wife, 
And  thou'lt  above  thine  equals  rife, 
She'll  fill  thy  houfe,  thy  fame  advance, 
And  make  thy  heart  with  pleafure  dance. 

15  Courteous  and  clever,  let  her  be, 
And  full  of  grace  and  charity  : 
Spare  is  his  board,  and  hard  his  bed, 
Who  to  unthriftinefs  is  wed. 

16  Let  her  be  pieafing  to  behold ; 
Neither  too  young,  nor  yet  too  old  : 
The  old  and  cold  will  flarve  thy  love. 
The   young  thy  jealoufy  may  move. 

1 7  Like  Sarah  let  her  pleafe  her  fpoufe, 
And  like  Rebecca  rule  her  houfe, 
Like  Rachel  let  the  maid  be  fair, 
And  wife,  like  her,  who  Lemu'el  bare. 

1 8  Meek,  mild,  and  gentle,  let  her  be, 
For  manners,   tempe'rance,  piety, 

Remark'd —obliging,  nurture'd  well  : 

Three  kingdoms  wealth  flie'll  then  excel. 

ig  Of  worthlefs,  vain,  coquets  beware, 
And  of  the  flawny  trapes,  take  care, 
Nor  to  the  dow'r-proud  flirt  incline  : 
She'll  prove  a  plague  to  thee  and  thine. 

20  Shun  one  too  fair,  too  warm,  too  free. 
Or  fhe'll  a  bofom-ferpent  be : 
For  'tis  a  chance  that  any  find, 
In  a  fame'd  Toaft,  a  modefl  mind. 
4  2 1  Seek  not  the  damfel  to  efpoufe, 

Though  rich,  that  cannot  rule  her  houfe  : 
Like  fmoke,  mifts,  floods,  that  fleet  away, 
Her  wealth  will  leffen  ev'ry  day. 

22  Shou'd  two  be  plac'd  before  thy  eyes, 
One,  merely  rich — —the  other,  wife ■ 


Let 


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Let  thou  the  worthlefs  fortune  go, 
•    And  vig'roufly  the  wife-one  woo. 
23  The  wife-one  will  increafe  her  ftore, 

And  daily  raife  her  friends  to  pow'r, 

'Till  when  her  hand  no  refpite  knows, 

1  ler  fleeplefs  eyes  leek  no  repofe. 

14.  The  fool's  the  downfal  of  her  race, 
The  wife-one  e'en  may  cities  raife, 
The  fool  will  make  her  hufband  figh, 
The  wife  will  lift  up  her's  on  high. 

25  The  fool  the  ftouteft  heart  will  vex, 
And  the  mod  wealthy  fpoufe  perplex  ; 
She'll,  to  a  little,  much  reduce, 

'Till  Hie  has  fhame'd  her  friends  and  houfe: 

26  She's  a  dead  weight,  a  bofom-pain, 
A  ceafelefs  drop,  a  fhameful  {tain, 

A  fnake  that  flings,  a  yoke  that  galls : 
Woe  worth  the  Wight  to  whom  fhe  falls ! 

27  May  heave'n  direct  thee  to  the  belt, 
And  be  thou  in  a  Confort  bled, 
With  each  good  quality  endow'd, 
Belove'd  by  man,  approve'd  by  God  ! , 

The  Praife  and   Commendation  of  a 
Good  Woman. 

1  A   S  a  wife  child  excells  the  fcept'red  fool, 
±\  Who  of  conceit  and  felfifhnefs  is  full — 
As  a  good  name  exceeds  the  bed  perfume, 
And  richefl  Balms,  that  from  the  Indies  come — 

2  As  Prudence  and  Difcretion,  wealth  furpafs, 
As  ftrength  and  courage  are  outdone  by  grace, 
As  a  good  man  is  of  more  worth  by  far 

Than  riches  :   (tho'  nought  can  with  God  compare! ) 

3  So  much  the  wife  ard  pious  maid,  poftuVd 
Of  a  bare  competence,  is  more  careiVd 

Than 


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Than  the  dull  Ideot,  born  to  an  eftate, 
And  lineally-defcended  from  the  Great. 

4  A  virtuous,  cheerful,  and  obliging  wife 
Is  better  far,  than  all  the  pomp  of  life, 
Better  than  houfes,  tenements  and  lands, 

Than  pearls  and  precious  Hones,  and  golden  fands, 

5  She  is  a  fhip  with  coftly  wares  well-ftow'd, 
A  pearl,  with  virtues  infinite  endow'd, 

A  gem,  beyond  all  valjue  and  compare : 
Happy  the  man,  who  has  her  to  his  fhare ! 

6  She  is  a  pillar,  with  rich  gildings  grace'd, 
And  on  a  pedeftal  of  filver  place'd, 

She  is  a  turret  of  defence,  to  fave 
A  weak  and  fickly  hufband  from  the  grave, 
She  is  a  gorgeous  crown,  a  glorious  prize, 
And  ev'ry  grace,  in  her,  concent'red  lies  ! 

Advice  and  Warning  to  the  Adulterer, 

i  T  T  EAR  my  advice,  Adulterer  obfcene  ! 
jfj[  And  often  in  thy  mind  thefe  precepts  roll, 
E'er  thou  doft  hafte  with  appetite  unclean, 
And  headlong  pafiion  to  deftroy  thy  foul. 

2  Think  what  a  fhameful  bargain  thou  haft  made, 
E'er  thou  thy  precious  foul  away  doft  throw : 
Sum  up  the  gains  and  loffes  of  thy  trade, 

And  ponder  well,  where  thou  at  laft  muft  go. 

3  Thou  goeft  to  a  flew  or  brothel  vile, 
To  pleafe  the  body  and  the  foul  deceive, 
To  anger  God,  his  temple  to  defile, 

To  part  with  Chrift,  and  to  the  Devil  cleave. 

4  Thou  goeft,  like  a  Fool,  to  fell  thy  foul, 

(Thy  foul,  for  which  thy  Saviour  deign'd  to  die  !) 
The  grace  of  God,  and  all  the  joys  above, 
Oiilv  that  thou  mav'ft  with  a  Strumpet  lie. 

5  O,  Do 


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5  O,  do  not  deal  fo  hardly  with  thy  foul, 
Give  it  not  to  be  tor'n  by  fiends  in  hell, 
Only  that  thou  in  thofe  bafe  joys  may'ft  roll, 
On  which  all  carnal  minds  with  tranfport  dwell! 

6  O,  do  not  fell  the'  ecftatic  joys  above, 

The'  angelic  converfe,  and  the  realms  of  light, 
The  Godhead's  favour,  and  thy  Saviour's  love. 
For  the  loofe  pleafures  of  a  guilty  night. 

7  Confider,  paufe,  thy  roving  hands  reftrain  ; 
That  contract  is  a  contract  full  of  woe  •, 
Don't  for  a  tranfient  pleafure,  dafh'd  with  pain.> 
The  realms  above  and  all  their  blifs  forego. 

8  Bite  off  thy  tongue,  pluck  out  thy  wanton  eyes, 
Avert  thy  face,  and  offer  nothing  rude, 

Take  heed,  left  Satan  conquer  thee  by  lies — 
And  dare  not  do  an  act  fo  vile  and  lewd. 

9  Obferve,  how  Satan  leads  thee  by  a  thread 
Into  the  ftews,  where  fin-ftain'd  harlots  dwell, 
(As  to  the  (laughter- houfe  an  ox  is  led) 

And  plunges  by  that  crime  thy  foul  to  hell. 

io  Hear  thou  the'  Apoflles,  and  the  Prophets  hear, 
Hear  what  in  fcripture  's  ev'ry-  where  enjoin'd, 
"  Of  this  deteftable  offence  beware,  Eph.v.5,6', 

"  Left  thou  to  hell's  abyfs  fhou'dft  be  confign'd." 

1 1  Wilt  thou  be  torture'd  in  the'  infernal  flame? 
Wilt  thou  in  ever-burning  fulphur  fry  ? 
Only  that  thou  may'ft  clothe  thyfelf  with  fhame, 
And  in  the'  embraces  of  a  harlot  lie  ? 

t  2  Wilt  thou  remain  in  the  drear  gloom  of  hell  ? 

Wilt  thou  be'  imprilbn'd  in  that  dark  abyfs  ? 

Wilt  thou  with  Satan's  finful  children  dwell, 

Only  that  thou  lbme  common  punk  may'ft  kifs? 
1 3  Wilt  thou  thy  Saviour  and  the'  angelic  train 

Give  up,  with  all  the  raptu'rous  blifs  above, 

And  nothing  by  the  filly  bargain  gain, 

But  a  vile  Strumpet's  proltituted  love  ? 

M  ix  Vox 


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14  For  fiiame  return,  the  low  purfuit  give  o'er, 
And  home,  with  penitence,  thyfelf  betake  -9 
Part  not  with  heaven  to  obtain  a  whore  : 
Efau  wou'd  not  fo  bad  a  bargain  make ! 

15  Be  therefore  well-advife'd,  the  Godhead  fear, 
Regard  thy  foul,  as  long  as  thou  doit  live. 
Of  fuch  attachments  cautioufly  beware, 
Nor  to  a  punk  thy  Saviour's  members  give, 

16  But  confecrate  thy  body  unto  God  •, 
For  a  pure  body  is  the  Godhead's  fane, 
Chrift's  member,  and  the  Trinity's  abode  : 
Prefume  not  thou  that  temple  to  prophane. 

17  There's  not  a  fouler  fiend  can  haunt  thy  breaft 
Than  vile  adultery,  and  loofe  defire : 

'Twas  that,  which  did  deftroy  both  man  and  beaft, 
By  water  once,  and  will  again  by  fire. 
* 8  Adultery,  that  crime  fo  bafe  and  vile, 

Provokes  our  God,  to  pleafe  the  fiend  and  fleflij 
The  Spirit  grieves,  his  temple  does  defile, 
And  crucifies  the  Lord  of  Life  afrefh  : 

19  It  damns  the  foul,  whilft  it  the  body  rots, 
It  foils  the  nuptial  robe,  and  credit  blafts, 
Pofterity  with  endlefs  fhame  it  blots, 
The  largeft  fortunes  and  eftates  it  waftes  ! 

20  With  bafe-born  brats  it  does  the  land  o'erwhelm, 
(The  wife  have,  oft  before,  obferv'd  the  fame) 
With  wrongful  heirs  it  does  oe'r-run  the  realm, 
And  crowds  the  church  with  women  void  of  fhamc. 

2 1  The  pleafures,  the  debauch'd  and  lewd  enjoy, 
To  beggary  and  want  directly  lead, 

And,  like  an  overwhelming  flame,  deftroy 
The  wealth  of  thofe,  that  ftain  the  marriage-bed. 

22  Whatever  fin,  befides,  the'  offender  does, 
It  (lays  but  one  tranfgrefibr  at  a  time: 
But  fornication  two  at  once  undoes, 
Whenever  any  do  commit  the  crime. 

23  Although 


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23  Although  no  other  fin  can  break  the  band 
Of  thole,  that  are  by  matrimony  join'd; 
Yet  foul  adulte'ry  lets  no  marriage  itand, 
But  by  pollution  does  it's  ties  unbind. 

24  Worfe  than  a  thief,  worfe  than  a  murde'rer  ftill, 
Worfe  is  the'  adulterer,  than  all  the  reft, 
Who,  by  one  act,  two  precious  fouls  does  kill;, 
Even  his  miftrefs's,  whom  he  carefs'd. 

25  The  hungry  robber  often  Seals  thro'  need, 
Only  a  wretched  being  to  fupport: 

But  each  adulte'rer  does  a  needlefs  deed, 
And  ftudies  to  deftroy  his  foul  in  fport. 

26  The  Pharifees,  who  gave  not  their  affent, 
That  they  fhou'd  fuffer  for  the'  unfeemly  fault, 
Who  did  revile  their  elders,  did  confent 

To  flay  the  woman  in  adulte'ry  caught. 

27  The  law  of  God  enjoin'd,  in  words  exprefs,     Lev.xx; 
To  ftone  the  man  and  woman  both,  outright,    1°. 
Who  fhou'd  this  pofitive  command  tranfgrefs  : 

So  hateful  is  adulte'ry  in  his  fight ! 

28  It  is  fo  hateful  to  the  Pow'r  divine 
And  all  his  angels,  that  he  won't  permit 

The  brethren  with  adulterers  to  dine,  iCor.v.n^ 

And  thofe  who  fuch  impurities  commit. 

29  It  is  a  crime  fo  foul,  fo  full  of  fhame ! 
That  holy  writ  will  by  no  means  allow 

The  Saints,  fo  much  as  this  vile  fin  to  name,   Eph.v.3; 
Much  lefs  that  act  of  wickednefs  to  do. 

30  Our  Saviour  in  the  Gofpel  bids  us  try 
To  curb  the  eye  from  i'o  unchafte  a  fin  : 
For  often,  through  the  window  of  the  eye, 
The  foul-corrupting  mifchief  enters  in. 

3 1  E'er  thou  fhou'dft  lull  for  fome  enchanting  dame, 
Pluck  from  it's  focket  thy  lafcivious  eye  : 

For  he,  that  can't  reltrain  his  luftful  flame, 
Shall  in  hell-fire  to  endlefs  ages  fry. 

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32  This  vice,  tho'  yet  'tis  but  conceiv'd  in  thought, 
Is  in  the  fight  of  God  fo  very  foul, 
That  though  it  fhou'd  not  be  to  Practice  brought. 
The  Theory  indulge'd  will  damn  the  foul. 

Advice  to  the  DRUNKARD. 

i  TF  thou'rt  a  drunkard,  fond  of  ale  and  wine, 
X.  And  fmokeft  vile  mundungus  without  end, 
Cry  out  with  fpeed,  unto  the'  Pow'r  divine, 
To  give  thee  grace,  to  conquer  the  foul  fiend. 

2  If  thou  haft  falle'n  into  Excefs's  well, 
Quickly  implore  afliftance  from  above : 
For  neither  angel,  man,  or  imp  of  hell, 

Can  thence,  without  it,  the  drench'd  brute  remove. 

3  The  drunken  fiend  will  never  quit  his  home, 
(No  more  than  Satan  the  dumb  child  of  old) 
'Till  Chrift  fhall  with  his  holy  Spirit  come, 

By  fafts  and  pray'rs  to  force  him  from  his  hold. 

4  Pray,  that  thou  always  mayeft  ftrength  obtain, 
The  monftrous  fin  of  drunk'nefs  to  prevent ; 
From  all  excefs,  throughout  thy  life,  refrain, 
And  never  go,  where  drunken  folks  frequent. 

5  From  the  fot's  pray'er  no  good  can  e'er  enfue, 
Unlefs  he  fails,  and  guards  againft  excefs : 
For  praye'r  and  falling  only  can  fubdue 
The  fiend,  that  takes  delight  in  drunkennefs. 

6  Though  thou  fhou'dft  pray  againft  that  odious  fin, 
If  thou  doft  not  the  dire  temptation  fhun ; 

Thy  praye'r  to  thee  will  not  be  worth  a  pin, 
Becaufe  thou  didft  not  from  the  tavern  run. 

7  The  teeth  of  drunkennefs  ne'er  lofe  their  hold, 
But,  like  a  lion's,  ftrongly  feize  their  prey, 
'Till  Chrift  fhall  come,  that  Lion  truly  bold  ! 
To  bruife  his  head,  and  fnatch  thy  foul  away. 

8  The 


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&  The  horfe,  that  in  a  boggy  flongh  has  funk, 
Without  much  help,  can  never  leave  the  pit: 
So  neither  can  the  man,  that's  ever  drunk, 
Without  Chrift's  aid,  his  fwinifh  habit  quit. 

g  Compel  not  any  one  to  drink  too-much, 
But  let  each  drink,  according  to  his  mind  : 
If  fome  drink  deep,  do  thou  not  herd  with  fuch, 
Nor  ever  drink  more  than  thou  art  inclin'd. 

10  Refpecl:  thy  betters,  when  they  are  in  place, 
But  (till  refpecl:  thyfelf,  by  drinking  nought: 
If  thou  by  bumpers  think'ft  to  do  them  grace, 
By  gracing  them,  thou'lt  to  difgrace  be  brought. 

1 1  'Tis  a  fad  health,  a  health  replete  with  ill, 

To  drink  what  neither  gives  thee  health,  nor  joy  : 
I  ne'er  mail  pledge  the  health  (come,  what  come  will) 
That  (hall  in  any  fhape  my  own  deftroy. 

12  Some  fneer  at  me,  becaufe  I  fober  keep, 
And  feldom  feem  to  fmile  at  any  one  •, 
Whilft  many'  a  briny  tear  I  kindly  weep, 
To  fee  them  all  by  fottifhnefs  undone. 

13  The  fot,  that  fneer'd  not  many  feafons  fince, 
Becaufe  my  money  in  my  purfe  I  kept, 

Has  fince  (becaufe  I  wou'd  not  lend  my  pence) 
Full  many*  a  tear  in  fullen  filence  wept. 

14  For  Jefus'  fake  from  drunkennefs  defend 
Thyfelf,  it  is  the  very  word  of  crimes, 

It  turns  a  man  into  a  perfect  fiend, 

Worfe  than  the  brutes  themfelves  a  hundred  times. 

15  Flee  from  the  tavern,  from  excefs  refrain, 
Seek  not  the  champion,  Liquor,  to  fubdue, 
For  none  e'er  cou'd,  o'er  it,  a  conqueft  gain, 
But  they  that  timely  from  it's  (trength  with-drew. 

1 6  The  famous  Alexander  erft  fubdue'd, 
Where-e'er  he  march'd,  the  countries  all  around  j 
But  Liquor  with  fuperior  might  endue'd, 
O'ercame  witheafe  that  conqueror  renown'd. 

M  3  17  'Tis 


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[ly  'Tis  better  run  away,  than  brave  the  field 

'Tis  better  flee,  than  fight  a  rabble  rout 

3Tis  better  far,  than  ftrive  with  drink,  to  yield  \ 
Or  thou'lt  be  foiPd,  if  thou  wilt  fee  it  out. 

1 8  An  hundred  times  thou  did'ft  thy  valour  try, 
But  ev'ry  trial  was  as  oft  in  vain  : 
And  if  thou  doft  not  from  the  victor  fly, 
Thou  certainly  fhalt  catch  a  fall  again. 

29  Many,   o'er  liquor,  wou'd  a  conqueft  boaft, 
And  vaunt  that  they  can  full  as  firmly  tread  -, 
Yet  all,  that  ever  try'd,  the  vicYry  loft, 
But  they,  that  early  from  the  conflict  fled. 

20  Approach  the  fire,  thy  mins  its  heat  fhall  feel — 
Approach  thou  pitch,  it  will  thy  garments  ftain- 

Approach  a  ferpent,  it  will  fting  thy  heel 

Approach  ftrong  liquor,  it  will  turn  thy  brain, 

2 1  Flee  from  a  ferpent,  left  it  fting  thy  heel- 


Flee  from  the  plague,  left  it  ftjrike  thee  dead 

Flee  from  the  fire,  left  thou  it's  force  fhou'dft  feel — 
Flee  from  ftrong  liquor,  left  it  turn  thy  head. 

22  Of  all  the  (laves,  wherewith  this  world  is  ftor'd, 
The  worft  is  he,  who  is  his  belly's  flave  : 

For,  whilft  he  lives,  he'll  feek  no  other  Lord, 
Oer  him  fupreme  authority  to  have. 

23  The  drunkard  to  the  tavern  goes,  poffefs'd 
Offenfe,  offtrength,  and  all  hispow'rs  of  mind: 
He  enters  in  a  man,  goes  out  a  beaft, 

Spues  like  a  dog,  and  grunts  like  any  fiend. 

24  The  drunkard,  God  and  all  his  gifts  will  leave, 
With  his  pofleflions  he'll  play  faft  and  loofe, 
To  the  firft  harlot  he  can  find,  he'll  cleave, 
His  memo'ry,  money  -,  nay,  himfelf,  he'll  lofe. 

25  None  fcarce  got  drunk  but  vagabonds  of  yore, 
And  the  moft  vile  among  the  canting  fort : 
But  there's  no  room  now  vacant  for  the  poor; 
So  thick  their  Betters  to  the  inns  refort ! 

26  'Tis 


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fc6  'Tis  bad  to  fee  a  judge  difguis'd  with  beer, 
Or  End  a  juftice  fprawling  in  the  flreet 


Tis  bad,  to  fee  a  reeling,  ftamme'ring  peer 

But  'tis  far  worfe,    a  drunken  pried  to  meet. 

'27  'Twere  a  good  law,  all  drunkards  to  aflign, 
Like  tender  infants,  to  a  guardian's  care : 
Since  they,  no  more  than  infants,  when  in  wine, 
Can  rule  themfelves,  or  mind  the  lead  affair. 

c8  The  fot,  no  reafon  has,  himfelf  to  guide, 
Nor  is  of  indinct,  for  his  ufe,  poffeis'd : 
For  want  of  either,  o'er  him  to  prefide, 
He's  much  worfe  off  than  any  other  bead: 

29  He  is,  alas !  fo  very  great  a  fool, 
He  can't  direct  himfelf  with  any  fkill, 
Nor  differ  others  his  concerns  to  rule  -, 
Though  he  himfelf  directs  them  e'er  fo  ill. 

30  Woe  be  to  him  that  rifes  with  the  light 
To  drink,  and  dill  caroules  on,  untire'd, 
Continuing  his  jollity,  'till  night, 

And  'till  he's  by  the  long  potation  fire'd. 

31  The  flaming  pit  and  Satan  open  wide 
Their  jaws,  to  fwallow  up  all  drunken  men, 
E'er  they  can  lay  their  bedial  load  afide — 
Or  can  find  time  to  foberize  ag;en. 

32  Woe  be  thofe,  that  in  their  drink  are  drong, 
And  able  to  contain  the  greated  load! 

Nor  roots,  nor  branches  fhall  be  left  them  long, 
But  they  fhall  wholly  be  dedroy'd  by  God. 

33  Woe  be  to  him,  who,  only  to  difclofe 

His  neighbour's  weakneis,  puts  about  the  bowl ! 
The  Lord,  incens'd,  will  rank  him  with  his  foes, 
Becaufe  he  tries  to  flay  his  neighbour's  foul. 

34  From  drunkennefs  retire  betimes  away, 

Or  thou'lt  be  bury'd  in  it's  naufeous  (lough  : 
When  on  a  quickfand  thou  dod  ufe  delay, 
Thou'rt  fwallow'd  up,  whilft  thou'rt  about  to  go. 

M  4  35  All 


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35  All  other  finners  flrive  their  faults  to  hide, 
Befides  the  leaden-headed  fot  alone : 

But  he  muft  foolifhly  difplay  full  wide 
Each  odious- fin  and  crime  that  he  has  done. 

36  Adam  endeavour  d  wifely  to  conceal, 
With  fig-tree  leaves  his  error  and  difgrace, 
But  Noah,  in  his  liquor,  did  reveal 
What  Nature  hid,  before  his  children's  face. 

37  Our  Saviour  tells  all  Chriflians  to  beware. 
Left  they  with  fots  and  Epicures  fhou'd  eat, 
And  bids  them  fhun  them  with  an  equal  care, 
As  they  wou'd  from  the  plague  itfelf  retreat. 

38  As  fmoke  will  make  the'  half-ftifled  bees  depart, 
However  loath,  from  their  beloved  hive  : 

So  drunkennefs  will  from  the  human  heart, 
Each  grace  divine,  and  ev'ry  virtue  drive. 

39  The  king  of  Babylon,  as  Daniel  fays, 
Was  to  a  bead  transformed  for  feven  years : 
But,  longer  far  than  that,  the  drunkard  ftays 
Difguis'd,  and  all  his  life  a  hog  appears. 

40  The  drunkard's  wages  are — a  fhort'ned  life 

An  empty  lodging an  uneafy  bed — — 

A  ftomach  foul companions  fond  of  ftrife ■ 

A  tatter'd  doublet and  an  aching  head 

41  His  fire's  inheritance,  the  fwinifh  fot 
Sells,  even  all  he  has,  as  cheap  as  dirt : 
His  Stock  and  Crop  muft  alfo  go  to  pot : 
Nay,  to  buy  liquor,  he  will  fell  his  fhirt. 

42  Bacchus  is  ftill  the  drunkard's  real  god ; 
His  church — a  tavern,  or  a  nafty  inn  •, 
His  landlady — the  prieftefs  of  the'  abode  *, 
His  pot  and  pipe — his  very  next  of  kin. 

43  Be  fober,  whilft  thou  art  as  yet  but  young, 
Let  not  thy  belly  ever  rob  thy  back, 

Let  not  thy  wafteful  youth  thy  old  age  wrong, 
Afld  make  thee  common  neceffaries  lack. 

44  The 


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44  The  law  of  God  will  have  him  flone'd  outright, 
Who  fpends  in  criminal  excefs  his  time,     Dcut.xxi 
That  the  fell  vice  may  be  unrooted  quite, 

And  others  be  deterr'd  from  fuch  a  crime.. 

45  Chrift  unawares  will  to  the  drunkard  come, 
To  punifh  him  for  his  unfeemly  crime, 
And  him  to  hell's  infernal  dungeon  doom, 
To  gnafh  his  teeth  beyo  d  the  end  of  time. 

46  May  God  then  give  to  ev'ry  Chriftian  grace,' 
To  drink  no  more  than  nature  does  fufnce ■ 


Left  he  himfelf  fhou'd  through  excefs  debafe, 
And  damn  both  foul  and  body  by  this  vice. 

A  SONG   concerning   the    Devil   and 
the  Drunkard. 

1  T^Rom  the  fraudulent  fiend,  that  (till  without  end 
J/       Moft  mortals  trepans  and  beguiles, 

Who  wou'd  hook  us  all  in,  to  do  ev'ry  fin 

God  fhield  us,  I  pray,  from  his  wiles  ! 

2  As  our  fhadows  appear,  when  the  weather  is  clear, 

And  follow  where-ever  we  go: 
Like  a  thief,  fo  he  fteals,  hanging  clofe  at  our  heels, 
And  trying  to  bring  us  to  woe. 

3  May  God  keep  us  all,  from  Satan's  fad  thrall, 

(I  pray  from  the  depth  of  my  foul !) 
And  Chriftians  fecure,  from  vices  impure, 
And  hell  and  the  tempter  controul. 

4  Intempe'rance  in  drink,  is  the  chief,  as  I  think, 

Of  his  wiles  : for  it  is  from  this  vice, 

Theft,  gluttony,  ftrife,  and  uncleannefs  of  life, 
With  fwearing  and  curfing,  take  rife. 

5  Where  fots  moft  abound,  his  trumpet  he'll  found — 

"  Come  hither,  my  lads,  to  your  beer, 
We'll  drink  and  we'll  whore,  throw  the  houfe  out  of 
And  I  my  own  felf  will  be  there."  [door, 

6  Like 


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6  Like  a  foldier,  each  fot,  foon  repairs  to  the  fpot, 

Where  by  Satan  he's  fummon'd  to  meet, 
And  fwills  off  his  bowl,  not  minding  his  foul, 
Whilft  the  poor  are  diftrefs'd  in  each  ftreet. 

7  Quite  cool  they  begin,  as  the  morn  comes  cool  in, 

'Till  the  fun  at  mid-day  gives  it's  heat  : 
There's  a  flufh  in  each  cheek,  and  they  lifp  as  they 
They  faulter  and  fail  in  their  feet.  [fpeak, 

8  When  they've  drank  each  his  quart,  and  are  ready  to 

"  Come,  landlady,  fetch  us  fome  more,         [part, 
He  cries,  "  Fill  each  pot,  with  the  beft  thou  haft  got, 
'"  We  were  not  half  jovial  before. 

9  "  Come,  bring  us,  with  fpeed,  a  pound  of  the  weed 

"  From  India  brought  over  the  main, 
"  With  pipes  long  and  white,  a  hot  poker,  or  light ; 
"  Nor  let  them  be  call'd  for  again. 

io  "  A  rafher  next  bring,  fait  herring,  or  ling, 
"  'Twill  give  to  our  liquor  a  tafte  : 
"  Let's  drink  then  away,  'till  we're  jolly  and  gay, 
"  And  the  barrel  has  run  out  it's  laft  !" 

1 1  The  noife  now  grows  great,  and  each  flincher  is  beat 

That  won't  pufh  the  fuddle  about. 
"  Come,  lads !    let  us  drink,  (he  ftill  roars)  and  ne'er 
"  But  fee  all  our  liquor  quite  out."  [think, 

12  Some  fpue  it  again -fome  keep  it  with  pain, 

Whilft  others  juft  fip,  and  no  more  : 
Some,  Englifh — fome,  Welfh — fome,  their  French 
Whilft  others  in  Erfe  loudly  roar,      [out  will  belch, 

1 3  Some  fwagger  and-  fwear,  like  madmen  fome  tear, 

Whilft  the  fiend  fpurs  them  on  with  a  fneer 

"  Have  at  him,  my  boy  ! — thy  good  weapon  employ, 
"  For  who  would  fuch  injuries  bear  ?" 

"14  They're  beat  black- and  blue,  perhaps  murders  enfue, 
Unhappy 's  the  place  where  he  goes, 
The  quarrelfome  hend,  and  the  traite'rous  friend, 
The  inonfrer,  that  caufes  our  woes ! 

15  There's 


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1 5  There's  none  without  fault.  All  with  errors  are  fraught. 

The  beft  is  not  free  from  his- vice : 
But  all  are  inclin'd  unto  fins  of  fome  kind, 
And  follow  the'  old  Fox's  advice. 

16  O  God,  our  bed  friend,  give  us  grace  to  amesd, 

And  keep  Adam's  fons  from'backfliding  ! 
Forgive  us  each  fin,  and  lead  us  all  in 
To  the  kingdom,  where  thou  art  refiding. 

Advice,     concerning  the  Government  of 
our  Thoughts. 

1  A  I  AHE  mind  of  ev'ry  man,  alas ! 

X     Is  naturally  vile  and  bafe, 
And  thinks  on  nought,  but  what  is  bad, 
'Till  it  the  fecond  birth  has  had. 

2  There's  no  one  can  command  his  mind 
To  good,  however  well  inclin'd, 

'Till  God  has  give'n  him  grace  and  light, 
To  guide  his  mental  pow'rs  aright. 

3  Pray  therefore  hard,  that  He  wou'd  deign 
To  change  thy  purpofes  again, 

And  all  thy  refolutions  quite, 
'Till  they  be  fix'd  upon  the  right. 

4  So  God  his  Spirit  mail  impart, 

To  turn  the'  intentions  of  thy  heart, 
A  nd  all  the  counfels  of  thy  breaft, 
That  thou  may'ft  think  on  what  is  beft. 

5  Permit  no  ill  to  harbour  there, 

I  ,eft  it  fhou'd  with  it  ruin  bear  : 
For  evil  Thoughts  ftill  go  before, 
To  tell  that  Satan's  at  the  door. 

6  Place  thou  thy  thoughts,  and  fix  thy  love, 
Upon  the  things  that  are  above, 
(Where  thy  dear  Saviour's  even  now!) 
And  not  upon  the  trafh  below. 

7  Let 


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7  Let  themes  celeftial  crowd  thy  mind, 

-    Nought  earthly  there-a  place  mou'd  find  : 
Think  on  the  place  where  thou  muft  dwell 
Forever — think  on  heaven,  and  hell! 

8  Retted:,  what  Chrift  above  the  fkies 
Has  bought  for  thee,  his  Blood,  the  price! 
"  A  crown  of  joy,  the  peace  of  God, 

"  An  endlefs  life,  a  bleft  abode !" 

9  Reflect,  that  thou  art  ev'ry  hour 
In  fight  of  the  Almighty  Pow'r, 
Who  thy  whole  conduct  can  efpy 
With  the  bare  glancing  of  his  Eye. 

io  Reflect,  that  thy  blood- thirfly  foe, 
Roams,  like  a  lion,  to  and  fro, 
And  prowls  around  thee  ev'ry  hour, 
Thy  foul  and  body  to  devour. 

1 1  Submit  each  thought,  each  work,  each  word, 
To  the  direction  of  the  Lord, 

Left  either  fhou'd  thy  foul  opprefs, 
And  on  the  day  of  doom  diftrefs. 

12  O,  think  how  thy  dread  Judge  fhallcomc 
Upon  the  clouds,  to  feal  thy  doom  ! 
Prepare  to  meet  him  then,  above, 

As  a  young  bride  to  meet  her  love. 

13  Remember  thou,  that  ev'ry  thought 
Muft  on  that  aweful  day  be  brought 
To  ftrict  account,  before  the  Lord, 
As  well  as  ev'ry  work  and  word. 

14  Reflect,  that  each  of  us  muft  go 
In  turn,  to  his  clay-cell  below, 

Of  one  coarfe  fhrowd  alone  poffefs'd, 
Though  here  with  ample  fortunes  blefs'd. 

15  Reflect,  that  death,  with  matchlefs  force, 
Rides,  Jehu-like,  on  his  pale  horfe  : 
Nor  old,  nor  young,  can  'fcape  his  dart, * 
Which  rives  impartially  each  heart. 

16  Reflect, 


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1 6  Reflect,  how,  like  a  thief,  death  treads, 
And  hovers  daily  o'er  our  heads : 

No  trump  proclaims  him  on  the  way, 
'Till  unawares  he  gripes  his  prey. 

17  Reflect,  that  life  is  like  a  dream, 
Or  like  a  bubble  on  the  ftream, 
Or  glafs,  or  china,  by  one  ftroke, 
Too  eafily  in  pieces  broke  ! 

1 8  Think,  how  it  fwiftly  paffes  by, 

As  mips,  thro*  the'  yielding  billows,  fly  ! 
O  think,  how  oft  man's  time  is  done, 
Before  he  dream'd  one  half  was  gone  ! 

19  Think,  how  this  world  lets  all  men  go 
Quite  naked  to  the  grave  below, 

And  underneath  their  feet  breaks  fhort, 
Like  ice,  when  moft  they  want  fupport  \ 

20  Reflect,  that  ne'er  fo  great  a  fum, 
Nor  houfe  nor  lands,  (hall  ever  come 
For  any  man's  offence  to  pay, 
Upon  the  Lord's  tremendous  day ! 

2 1  Think,  when  death  comes, that  we  mufl  quit 
This  world,  and  all  that  is  in  it ; 

And  be  to  (Thrift's  tribunal  brought, 
To  anfwer  there  for  ev'ry  fault ! 

22  Think,  how  the  riches  thou  hadft  here, 
And  ev'ry  office  thou  didft  bear, 
Shall  quickly  new  porTefTors  have, 

E'er  thou'rt  fcarce  ftirPned  in  thy  grave  ' 

23  O  think,  how  fin,  on  that  dread  day, 
Will  on  thy  wounded  confcience  prey. 
When  all  thy  foul  tranfgreflions  pad 
Shall  in  thy  teeth  be  fully  call ! 

24  Think,  how  thou  malt  be  force'd  to  give 
A  ftric~t  account,  how  thou  didft  live, 
And  anfwer  make  before  the  Lord 

For  ev'ry  idle  work  and  word  ! 


25  Think, 


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25  Think,  how  the  mighty  then  mail  fear, 
(Who  ne'er  did  God  or  man  revere) 
And  beg  the  Rocks,  with  piteous  cry, 
To  fall  upon  them  from  on  high. 

26  Think,  how  the  righteous  mall  enjoy 
Eternal  blifs !  their  fole  employ, 
Their  great  Creator's  praife  to  tell ; 
Whilft  all  the  wicked  broil  in  hell ! 

2  7  Think,  how  the  wicked  tofs  and  turn, 
As  in  infernal  flames  they  burn, 
And  as  the  bufy  worms,  each  hour, 
With  fatelefs  teeth  their  flefh  devour  ! 

28  O  think  on  this  !  and  thou'lt  defpife 
The  world,  and  all  it's  vanities, 

And  on  God's  word,  thro*  faith,  depend, 
.  With  that  bleft  world,  that  ne'er  fhall  end. 

29  The  mind  of  man  ftill  runs  upon, 
The  good  or  evil  it  has  done : 
And  if  it  be  not  fed  with  good, 
'Twill  cram  itfelf  on  filthy  food  ! 

go  Like  mill-ftones,  is  the  human  mind, 
It  will  itfelf  to  powder  grind, 
Unlefs,  as  grift,  fome  virtue's  thrown 
To  it,  to  fpend  itfelf  upon. 

3 1  The  talk  afiign'd  to  thee,  perform, 
When  God  gave  thee  a  human  form, 
And  ferve  him,  wherefoe'er  thou  art, 
Whilft  yet  there's  time,  with  all  thy  heart! 

32  O  think,  that  e'en  a  fingle  day, 
Whereon  thou  didft  the  Lord  obey, 
Is  better  than  an  age  at  laft, 

In  any  other  fervice  paft  ! 

33  O  think,  e'er  thou  doft  fin  commit, 
How  thou  muft  anfwer  foon  for  it, 
And  if  thou,  on  that  aweful  day, 
Canft  run  from  endlefs  death  away ! 

34  Habi- 


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34  Habituate  thy  mind  to  good, 
Nor  let  it  feed  on  chaffy  food, 
It  eafily  may  be  reftrain'd, 

If  it  betimes  be  tightly  rein'd. 

35  'Tis  eafy  to  put  out  a  fire, 

E'er  to  the  roof  it's  flames  afpire  : 
As  eafy  'tis  bad  thoughts  to  quel], 
If  you  will  them  in  time  repel. 

36  Then  banifh  ev'ry  evil  thought 
At  firft,  e'er  it  becomes  a  fault ; 
Left  Satan,  full  of  craft  and  fraud, 

Bad  thoughts  fliou'd  turn  to  deeds  as  bad. 
2J  Whilft  young,  the  brood  of  Babel  quell, 

Tread  on  the  ferpent  in  the  fhell. 

Cut  out  the  cancer,  e'er  it  fpread, 
•     Quafh  bad  thoughts,  e'er  they  run  a-head. 

38  Let  but  one  fpark  thy  thatch  attain, 

The  flames  will  o'er  thy  houfe  foon  reign : 
Let  one  bad  thought  poffefs  thy  foul, 
'Twill  foon  corrupt,  and  fpoil  the  whole. 

39  Let  no  bad  thought  lodge  in  thy  bread, 
As  foon  therein  let  Satan  reft: 

For,  if  thou  giv'ft  it  lodging  there, 
The  foot-man  fhews  his  lord  is  near. 

40  To  keep  God's  law,  ufe  all  thy  wit, 
And  live  fincerely  up  to  it ; 

Ne'er  from  thy  mind  his  favours  caft, 
But  blefs  him  for  whate'er  thou  haft. 

41  No  wicked  ftratagem  employ, 
Thy  fellow-creature  to  deftroy  ; 
Murder  is  fuch  a  bloody  deed, 

Of  it,  throughout  thy  life,  take  heed. 

42  Do  not  thy  neighbour's  wife  defire, 
Nor  at  her  fparkling  eyes  take  lire: 
Let  not  thy  mind  upon  her  run, 

The  thought  is  fin — the  danger  fhun! 


Let 


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43  Let  not  a  thought  thy  mind  poflefs, 
How  thou  the  orphan  may'ft  opprefs : 
Before  the'  Almighty  fuch  a  thought 
Is  a  foul  wrong,  and  grievous  fault. 

44  Nor  houfe,  nor  lands,  nor  gold,  nor  gain. 
Attempt  by  cheating  to  obtain  : 

Such  covetous  defires  are  quite 
A  fraud  in  the  Almighty's  fight. 

45  Confine  thy  thoughts,  nor  let  them  go, 
In  fearch  of  trifles,  to  and  fro, 

Or  ought  that  muft  to  reck'ning  come, 
On  the  tremendous  day  of  doom. 

46  From  evil  thoughts  thy  mind  command, 
As  thou  wou'dft  keep  from  theft  thy  hand : 
For  ev'ry  wicked  work  and  thought, 

~f  Muft  to  a  fbridt  account  be  brought ! 

Advice,  how  to  govern  our  Thoughts, 
according  to  God's  will. 

1  T    E  T  all  thy  words  a  Chriftian  import  bear, 

I  j  Let  them,  with  grace,  at  all  times  feafon'd  be, 
That  they  may  knowledge  give  to  all  that  hear, 
And  edify  their  fouls  in  fome  degree. 

2  Both  life  and  death  upon  thy  lips  are  hung ; 
Guard  thou  them  well  from  (landers  vile  and  foul : 
Let  no  fuch  language  e'er  defile  thy  tongue; 
Keep  well  thy  lips,  and  thou  fhalt  keep  thy  foul. 

3  In  thy  exprefiions,  imitate  the  Lord, 

And  fpeak,  as  he  was  always  wont,  the  truth : 
For  no  deceit,  or  no  unfeemly  word, 
Proceeded  ever  from  his  hallow'd  mouth. 

4  Be  flow  to  fpeak,  but  always  fwift  to  hear, 
Thy  ears  are  twain,  but  Angle  is  thy  tbngue : 
Loquacioufnefs  does  nought  but  error  bear  : 


But  none  were  hurt  by  being  filent  long. 


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5  Before  thou  fpeakeft,  think  a  little  fpace^— 
Think  what  the  Lord  himfelf  wou'd  have  thee  fay, 
Then  utter  freely  what  is  fraught  with  grace, 
And  tends  to  make,  e'en  Pagans,  Chrift  obey. 

6  Let  no  foul  language  from  thy  heart  arife, 
No  foolifh  jefts,  no  drollery  obfcene, 

No  taunts,  no  vaunts,  no  menaces,  no  lies: 
Let  decency  in  all  thy  fpeech  be  feen. 

7  From  flander,  and  from  calumny  refrain ; 
So  /halt  thou  fave  thy  precious  foul  alive  : 
But  if  thou  doft  not  thy  loofe  tongue  reftrain, 
Thou  fhalt  correction  for  thy  words  receive. 

8  Ufe  thou  the  language  of  the  holy  land, 

Of  God,  and  of  his  Word,  oft  mention  make: 
For  by  thy  language  men  will  underftand 
From  what  rich  mine  thou  didft  thy  treafure  take. 

9  Let  not  tremendous  oaths  thy  mouth  defile, 
Nor  by  the  flefh  and  blood  of  Jefus  fwear  •, 
Thou  trampleft  on  thy  Saviour's  gore,    the  while 
Thou  doft  proceed  in  fuch  a  vile  career. 

io  Ne'er  of  the  Gofpel  any  mention  make, 

Without  due  fear,  refpect,  and  rev'rence  meet : 
Whoe'er  in  vain  God's  holy  name  does  take, 
Shall  be  found  guilty  at  his  judgement  ieat. 

1 1  Never  fpeak  more  than  what  is  requifite ; 

But  when  thou  fpeakeft,  fpeak  not  what  is  wrong 
For  if  thou  doft  not  fpeak  the  thing  that's  right, 
'Tis  better  far  that  thou  fhou'dft  hold  thy  tongue. 

12  Take  heed  thou  art  not  of  a  double  tongue-, 
For  God  abhors  all  thofe,  that  falfehoods  tell : 
Lies  from  the  father  of  all  fiction  fprung, 
And  ev'ry  liar  is  the  child  of  hell. 

13  The  truth  with  all  thy  faculties  maintain; 
God,  and  good  men  do  in  the  truth  delight : 
But  liars  never  fhall  belief  obtain, 

A  lthouo;h  they  fwear,  and  chance  to  fwear  aright. 

N  14  Ne'er 


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*4  Ne'er  let  it  be  thy  cuftom  to  traduce 
Thy  abfent  neighbour  with  an  evil  word: 
For  flande'rous  accufations  and  abufe, 
Cut  deep — nay,  deeper  than  a  two-edge'd  fword, 

'15  Bear  not  a  tongue,  that's  bitter  and  perverfe, 
'Tis  worfe  than  fhafts  ihot  from  a  giant's  bow, 
Than  poifon  from  an  adder's  tongue  'tis  worfe, 
Worfe  than  the  flames  that  in  hell's  dungeon  glow. 

16  If  thou'dft  be  happy,  mind  this  ufeful  rule, 
"  Call  not  another  by  opprobrious  names :" 
For  he,  that  calls  his  fellow-creature,  fool, 
Deferves  to  feel  Gehenna's  fierceft  flames. 

'17  Utter  not  thou,  as  much  as  thou  doft  hear, 
And  ne'er,  as  much  as  thou  doft  know,  reveal, 
But  when  thou'rt  call'd  to  fpeak  the  truth,  be  clear  5 
Oft,  'till  thou'rt  call'd,  'tis  beft  the  truth  conceal. 

j  8  Be  cautious  ever,  whom  thou  doft  commend, 

Be  courteous,  when  thou  wou'dft  thy  manners  fhowf 
Be  mild,  whene'er  thou  doft  reprove  thy  friend, 
Be  libe'ral,  when  thou  doft  thine  alms  beftow. 

A  Prayer,  concerning  the  Government 
of  our  Words  and  Lips,    &c. 

1  /^\  PEN  my  filent  lips,  O  Lord !   full  wide, 
V^/  To  chant  the  goodnefs  of  my  gracious  God; 
My  loit'ring  tongue  unto  thy  praifes  guide, 
That  I  may  boldly  publifh  them  abroad. 

2  With  thy  encomiums  fill  my  mouth,  O  God! 
That  I  thy  name  with  all  my  might  may  blefs, 
And  'mongft  the  countlefs  multitude  applaud 
The  Sire  of  mercies  for  each  good  fuccefs. 

3  Frame  thou  my  words  aright,  my  tongue  reftrain, 
Dire6l  thou  all  the'  ideas  of  my  heart, 

Clofe  thou  my  lips,  and  open  them  again, 
That  I  may  nought  betide  thy  will  impart. 

4  Guard 


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4  Guard  thou  the  portals  of  my  mouth,  O  Lord ! 
That  I  may  no  indecent  language  ufe, 

No  bounce,  no  boaft,  nor  any  filly  word, 
No  falfe  report,  nor  any  foul  abufe. 

5  Let  ev'ry  meditation  of  my  foul, 

Let  ev'ry  deed,  be  innocent  and  right, 
Let  ev'ry  word  be  harmlefs,  on  the  whole, 
O  Lord !  and  truly-pleafing  in  thy  fight! 

Advice,  to  have  One's  Converfation  and 
Demeanour  always  according  to  the  Rules  o£ 
the  Gofpel. 

i  1QE  thy  demeanour  of  the  Chriftian  fort, 
J3    Be  it  obliging,  affable,  and  right, 
In  ev'ry  place  to  which  thou  may'ft  refort, 
As  is  becoming  in  a  child  of  light. 

2  Be,  like  a  ftar,  that  blazes  forth  by  night, 
Be,  like  a  candle,  that  illumes  the  room, 
Be,  an  example  of  the  Chriitian  light 

To  all,  that  to  thy  company  mall  come. 

3  Be  holy,  in  whate'er  does  God  regard, 
Be  juft,  nor  to  thy  neighbour  ufe  deceit, 
Be  fober,  and  thyfelf  v/ith  prudence  guard, 
For  thefe  three  points  are  of  the  greateft  weight. 

4  Be  thou,  as  harmlefs  as  the  gentle  dove, 
Be,  as  the  ferpent  vigilant  and  wife, 

As  patient  as  a  lamb,  in  fuffe'ring,  prove, 
And  God  will  fuch  a  good  behaviour  prize, 

5  Like  Daniel  with  due  moderation  eat, 
And  keep  the  flefh,  by  temp'rate  diet,  low, 
Beware  of  wine,  and  of  high-feafon'd  meat, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  wanton  and  rebellious  grow, 

6  Be  chafte,  be  clear  from  ev'ry  act  unclean, 
Like  Jofeph's,  faultlefs  let  thy  conduct  be, 
Where-e'er  thou  art,  thou  ftill  by  God  art  ken : 
Be  therefore  pure,  and  from  pollution  free. 

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7  In  all  thy  dealings  be  exactly  fair, 

And  in  thy  bargains  ufe  no  fraud  nor  art ; 
For  God  determines,  with  the  niceft  care, 
Between  the  guilty  and  the  guiltlefs  heart. 

8  Let  thy  religion,  and  thy  faith  be  right, 

And  fear  the  Lord,  thy  God,  with  all  thy  heart: 

Do  nothing  that  is  evil  in  his  fight ; 

For  he  beholds  thee,  wherefoe'er  thou  art. 

9  Unto  thy  Paftors  due  attention  give, 
And  ftrive  thy  Rulers  in  all  things  to  pleafe, 

In  love  and  friendfhip  with  thy  neighbours  live. 
And  with  all  Chriflians  in  the  bond  of  peace. 

10  In  thy  expreffions  always  kind  appear, 

Be,  pertinently  jufl,  when  thou  doft  fpeak, 
Be,  to  thy  promife,  Heady  and  fmcere, 
Be,  in  thy  actions,  and  demeanour,  meek, 

11  In  ev'ry  company  with  prudence  move, 
Amongfl  the  worft,  be  thou  a  Saint  in  grace, 
And  howe'er  bad  the  multitude  may  prove, 
Be  good,  like  Noah,  'mongft  the  giant-race. 

12  Salute  each  pcrfon  with  a  cheerful  air, 
With  courtefy  to  thy  fuperiors  bow, 
Authority,  and  hoary  age  revere, 

And  due  fubmiflion  to  thy  betters  mow. 

13  Be  calm,  and  contumely  fuffer  long, 
And  never  give,  to  wrath  and  paffion,  way, 
But  bear,  e'er  thou  artmove'd  to  anger,  wrong: 
For  he  that  bears,  will  ever  win  the  day. 

14  Submit  to  thofe  that  are  in  higher  place, 
For  God  is  known  the  haughty  to  deteft ; 
But  freely  to  the  humble  gives  his  grace, 
And  thofe  that  are  of  lowly  minds  polfeil. 

15  Boaft  not  of  any  virtue  thou  haft  got, 

Of  wealth,  or  honours,  that  to  thee  may  fall, 

But  be  extremely  thankful  for  thy  lot. 

Left  God  enrage'd  fhou'd  rob  thee  of  them  alh 

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1 6  Be  in  thy  cloathing,  always  neat  enough, 
And  drefs'd,  according  to  thy  calling,  go: 
Cut  out  thy  coat  according  to  thy  fluff; 
And  neither  be  a  (loven,  nor  a  beau. 

i  j  Tranfgrefs  not  thou,  thy  company  to  pleafe. 
Death  is  the  fentence  that  on  fin  is  paft. 
As  often  as  thou  doft  thy  fins  increafe, 
So  many  deaths  thou  doft  deferve  to  tafte. 

18  E'er  fince  the  day  tranfgreflion  firft  began, 
Death  and  tranfgrefTion  have  been  firm  allies : 
So  that  whoever  dares  tranfgrefs,  that  man 
Muft  fall  to  Death  a  certain  facrifice. 

19  In  thy  expreffions  never  be  obfcene, 
Nor  in  the  clofelV  foliiiude  unchafte  ; 
But  be  thy  conduct  in  each  lonely  fcene 

The  fame,  as  if  thou  on  the  J  crofs  wert  place'd. 

20  Shou'd  angel,  man,  or  fiend,  defire  of  thee 
To  fin  againfl  thy  God,  when  moft  apart, 
Remember  thou,  his  Seven  Eyes  can  fee,       Zach.iv.iaj 
And  find  thee  out,  however  clofe  thou  art. 

21  Though  man,  near- fighted  reptile  !  cannot  fpy 
A  thoufind  acts  that  are  in  private  done  ; 
God  {ces  them  with  his  all-furveying  eye, 
Though  man  imagines  that  he  kcs  not  one. 

22  If  thou  doft  think  thy  vices  to  conceal, 
God  will  the  whole  of  thy  defign  declare, 
And  to  the  world,  before  the  fun,    reveal 
How  bad  thy  thoughts  and  fecret  actions  are! 

23  Avoid  converting  with  the  lewd  and  vile, 
To  ev'ry  Chriftian  virtue  dead  and  gone  -, 
For  they'll  thy  morals  fully  and  defile, 

As  pitch  will  foil  the  clothes  it  drops  upon. 

24  As  the  frcfh  water,   by  the  fait,   is  fpoil'd, 
Soon  as  the  river  runs  into  the  main  : 

So  the  beft  morals  always  are  defile'd 
By  vicious  converfe,  and  imbibe  a  (lain. 
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25  Beware  the  ferpent's  fting,  or  thou  fhalt  fmart, 
And  from  the  plague,  left  it  fhou'd  feize  thee,  run, 
And,  if  falvation  thou  haft  much  at  heart, 

With  equal  care  bad  converfation  fhun. 

26  Love  thou  each  godly  perfon  as  thy  eyes 

•    Keep  correfponden£e  with  the  juft  and  good 1 

Follow  the'  examples  of  the  learn'd  and  wife— 
But  utterly  abhor  and  fhun  the  lewd. 

Advice  concerning  Eating  and  Drinking. 

iQEE,  that  thou  fitteft  not  to  eat, 
J^  Before  thou firft  haft  blefs'd  thy  meat! 
Nor  rife  from  thence,  'till  thou  haft  given 
Due  thanks  unto  the  Lord  of  heaven  ! 

%  Chrift  never  touch'd  e'en  barley-bread, 
(Much  lefs  when  He  on  better  fed) 
'Till  he  had  firft  his  viftuals  blefs'd, 
And  for  the  fame  his  thanks  exprefs'd. 

3  For  who  wou'd  eat  the  food,  that's  curft 
Since  Adam's  fall,  e'er  he  had  firft 
(By  calling  on  God's  holy  name, 

And  prayer)  fandtify'd  the  fame  ? 

4  'Tis  terrible,  and  fad  to  fee, 
(And  rude  unto  the  laft  degree, 
And  full  as  impious  as  'tis  rude) 

Men  rufh,  like  brutes,  unto  their  food  ! 

5  But  'tis  as  fad,  when  they  are  fed, 
To  fee  them  rife  from  meat,  to  bed, 
Like  hogs,  that  from  their  draff  retire, 
To  grunt  and  wallow  in  the  mire. 

6  No  grace  before  their  meat  they  fay, 
Nor  for  a  blefnng  on  it  pray, 

Nor  when  they  breakfaft,  fup,  or  dine, 
More  thanks  return  than  fatted  fwine. 

7  Although 


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y  Jthough  it  be  the  Lord's  requeft, 
When  they  their  hunger  have  repreft, 
That  they  to  God  due  thanks  fhou'dgive, 
Who  fills  with  food  all  things  that  live. 

8  Take  heed,  left  thou  fhou'dft  eat  too  much, 
I  wou'd  not  have  thee  dainties  touch  •, 
For  dainties,  eaten  to  excefs, 

Will  make  the  carnal  part  tranfgrefs. 

9  If  thou  the  flefli,  beyond  it's  need, 
Indulged,  thou  a  foe  doft  feed 

Moft  fatal : If  thou  giv'ft  it  lefs, 

Thou  dolt  a  trufty  friend  opprefs. 

io  Drink  not  too  much,  if  thou  art  wife, 
A  little,  nature  does  fuffice : 
Strong  drink  has  oft  been  ftronger  found 
Than  thofe,thatwere  for  ftrength  renown'd. 

1 1  'Twas  wine,  made  Noah  mew  his  fhame, 
'Twas  wine,  did  Lot  with  luft  inflame, 
'Twas  wine,  fo  many  did  undo, 

'Twas  wine,  did  Philip's  fon  fubdue. 

12  Of  luxury  and  floth  beware 

Let  not  thy  table  be  thy  fnare 


Left  Satan  make  thee  go  aftray, 
When  full,  and  againft  God  inveigh. 

13  The  lark,  whilft  at  her  meal,  ftill  plies 

With  ceafelefs  diligence  both  eyes 

One  looks  about  for  food,  they  fay, 
The  other  marks  the  birds  of  prey. 

14  So  ufe  thou,  night  and  day,  thy  eyes  ; 

Left  Satan's  wiles  thy  foul  furprize 

Who,  whenioever  thou  doft  eat, 
Wou'd  fain  enfnare  thee  by  thy  meat. 

15  When-e'er  the  growfe-cock  feeds,  for  fear, 
He  turns  his  eyes  ftill  here  and  there  ; 
Left,  whilft  he  heedlefs  fed  at  eafe, 

The  falcon  ftiou'd  his  body  feize. 

N  4  16  So 


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1 6  So,  whilft  at  meat,  let  both  thy  eyes 

Be.  vigilant  againft  furprize 

Let  one,  thy  Maker's  works  regard, 
T'other,  againft  the  fiend  keep  ward. 

1 7  Eat  thou  no  kind  of  meat  at  all, 
Shall  make  thy  fellow  Chriftian  fall  : 
The  fcripture  plainly  does  declare 
Thou  no  man  fhalt  by  meat  enfnare. 

1 8  Chufe  not  alone  to  eat  thy  fare, 
But  give  the  poor  and  fick  a  fhare  : 
Call  him  that's  weak  to  tafte  thy  feaft, 
And  let  the  foodlefs  be  thy  gueft. 

19  Old  Tobit  never  dine'd,  before 
He  call'd  about  him  all  the  poor, 
Nor  touch'd  a  bit  of  the  repaft, 

,   'Till  he  had  given  them  a  tafte. 

20  Job,  never  thought  his  morfel  fweet5 
Unlefs  the  poor  with  him  did  eat, 
Nor  ever  felt  true  joy  at  heart, 
'Till  he  had  given  them  a  part. 

2 1  Like  him,  thy  guefts,    the  needy  make. 
And  let  them  of  thy  meal  partake, 

So  fhalt  thou  like  wife,  a>  his  gueft, 
Partake  of  Chrift's  celeftial  feaft. 

22  Repine  not,  but  well-pleas'd  receive, 
Whate'er  the'  Almighty  deigns  to  give  : 
The  Patriarchs  oft  contented  were 
With  bread  and  water  for  their  fare. 

23  Beans,  and  a  common  fort  of  Peafe, 
Of  old  did  holy  Daniel  pleafe  -9 
The  prophets'  Ions  were  likewife  fed 
On  homely  fare,  and  barley  bread. 

24  Why  then  fhou'd  we  not  be  content 
With  whatibe'er  our  God  has  fent, 
So  it  fuffices  to  affuage 

(Be'  it  more  or  lefs)  keen  hunger's  rage  ? 


25  Our 


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25  Our  bleffed  Saviour  was  content 

To  feaft  with  Abraham,  near  his  tent, 
On  common  fare,  though  plain  and  good, 
And  never  afk'd  for  dainty  food. 

26  But  Now  fcarce  one  is  fatisfy'd 
To  h.cve  his  table  well  fupply'd, 
Unlefs  on  feve'ral  cates  he  dines, 
With  paftry,  and  luxurious  wines. 

27  They  muft  have  fauce  with  fifri  and  fowl? 
As  capers,  famphire,  rocombole, 

E'er  they  can  make  a  meal  of  meat : 
Their  luxury  and  pride's  fo  great  ! 

28  For  ufelefs  fauces  nowcofl  more, 
Than  joints  entire  did  heretofore 
Of  that  fubftantial,  wholefome  meat, 
Our  good  forefathers  ufe'd  to  eat. 

29  The  fon  of  Philip,  term'd  the  Great, 
No  fauce  did  with  his  victuals  eat, 
But  what  he  in  his  ftomach  brought, 
When  he  had  ftoutly  march'd,  or  fought. 

30  The  elder  Cyrus  often  took 

His  luncheon,  near  fome  purling  brook, 
Whence  he  might  water  freely  take, 
And  all  his  hoft  their  third  might  flake. 

3 1  But  now  whene'er  they  fup  or  dine, 
Our  fqueamifh  moderns  muft  have  wine. 
Claret,  perhaps  a  pint,  or  fo, 

E'er,  down  their  throats,  a  bit  can  go. 

32  God,  give  provifion  to  the  poor 

God, make  them  bounteous,whohave  ftore3 
God,  pardon  us,  when  we've  trangrefs'd, 
God,  for  our  food  be  always  blefs'd  ! 


Grace 


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GRACE  before  Meat. 

i  riT^Hou,  by  whom  erft  five  thoufand  folks  were  fed 
JL     With  two  fmall  fifties  and  five  loaves  of  bread, 
Fiil  us,  thy  humble  fervants,  with  fuch  food, 
As  mail  to  thy  wife  providence  feem  good  ! 

2  Blefs  thou  befides  the  liquor  and  the  meat, 
Which  thou  haft  given  us  to  drink  and  eat, 
As  thou  didft  blefs  the  pafchal  lamb  of  yore, 
And  the  two  fillies,  by  thy  wond'rous  pow'r ; 

3  And  give  them  ftrength  our  beings  to  preferve, 

That  we  thy  Godhead  may  adore  and  ferve 

Such  ftrength,  as  of  thy  fpecial  favour,   Lord  ! 
Thou  erft  didft  to  Elijah's  cake  afford. 

4  And  caufe  them  to  refrefh  this  mortal  frame, 
To  hearten,  and  to  fatisfy  the  fame 

With  nourifhment  as  good,  as  that  low  fare 
Which  thou  for  Daniel  didft  of  old  prepare. 

§  Permit  us  not,  however  rare  or  nice, 
To  take  a  morfel  more  than  will  fuffice 
But  juft  as  much  as  may  fupport  this  frame, 
And  make  us  fit  to  glorify  thy  name. 

6  But  caufe  us  to  refound  thy  praifes  ftill, 
Who  with  thy  goodnefs  doft  our  bellies  fill- 


And  make  us  own,  that  'tis  the  God  of  might, 
Who  feeds  us  ev'ry  morning,  noon,  and  night ! 

GRACE    after  Meat, 

i  fTTMIOU,  that  feedeft  ev'ry  creature, 
JL     Whether  tame,  or  wild  by  nature, 
Receive  our  prayers,  who  humbly  own 
The  plenteous  goodnefs  thou  haft  fhown ! 

2  'Twas  thou,  O  Lord  !-— that  fed'ft  us  all, 
E'er  fince  our  birth,    both  great  and  fmall ; 
For  which  yaft  bounty  to  us  mown, 
We  gratefully  the  favour  own  ! 


3  To 


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To  quench  our  thirft,  no  fountains  flow 
No  bread  we  have — no  ftrength  to  go — 
No  light  to  fee — no  pow'r  to  rife- 


But  what  thy  bounty,  Lord  !    fupplies. 

4  Therefore  to  thee,  for  food  and  health 

To  thee,  for  plenty,  peace,  and  wealth . 

To  thee,  for  bills  and  joys  in  flore 

To  thee,  be  praiie  for  ever  more  ! 

Another    GRACE   before  Meat. 

i  1 1  \HE  eyes  of  ev'ry  creature  here  below 

Jl    Are  fix'd  on  thee,  whence  all  their  bletfings  flow, 
And  earneftly  expect,  O  Lord  !  their  food 
From  thee,  the  Donor  of  each  gift  that's  good. 

2  Thy  libe'ral  hand  for  their  relief  is  fpre'd 
Full  wide,  and  ev'ry  living  thing  is  fed 
With  food,  that  fuits  their  feveral  natures  here, 
Throughout  the  various  feafons  of  the  year. 

3  Then  fanctify,  O  Lord  !  thy  fervants  meat, 
And  ev'ry  mefs,  and  model,   that  we  eat ! 
O  fanctify  at  ev'ry  meal  the  fare, 

Which  Thou  alone  doft  for  our  nfe  prepare  ! 

4  And  give  us  grace  that  we  our  notes  may  raife, 
In  ceaielefs  hymns  to  chant  thy  deathlefs  praife, 
For  all  thy  goodnefs  and  endearing  care, 

In  giving  us  each  day  fuch  plenteous  fare  ! 

Another,  before  Meat. 

i  IfJLefs  thou  the  victuals  which  now  deck  this  board, 
J3  Impart  fuch  nutriment  to  them,  O  Lord ! 
That  they  our  bodies  may  invigo'rate  lb, 
That  we  may  ferve  thee,  as  we  ought  to  do. 

2  Though  many  of  our  meats  are  mighty  nice, 
Yet  in  them  all  no  innate  virtue  lies 
To  feed  us,  or  our  hunger  to  reprefs, 
If  thou  thylelf  didft  not  the  creatures  blefs. 


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3  Pour  then  thy  blefling  on  the  gifts,  O  Lord! 
Wherewith  fo  freely  thou  haft  crown'd  this  board  ; 
Give  them  nutritious  juices  from  above 

To  feed  us,  and  our  hunger  to  remove. 

4  As  the  varieties,  whereon  we  feed, 
Oft  indigeftions  in  our  ftomachs  breed, 
And  dangerous  difeafes  oft  arife, 
Becaufe  we  were  intempe'rate  and  unwife: 

5  Thy  grace  on  us,  moil  holy  God !   beftow 

That  we  fuch  tempe'rance  at  our  meals  may  fhow, 
That  our  provifions  hunger  may  appeafe, 
And  neither  caufe  diftemper,  or  diieafe. 

6  Infufe  thro'  them,  to  us  fuch  pow'r  and  might, 
That  each  of  us  may  worfhip  thee  aright, 
And  in  his  calling,  thy  bleis'd  name  adore, 
For  Jefus'  fake,  who  faves  us  by  his  pow'r. 

Another  Grace,  after  Meat. 

i  ^T^HE  labial  facrifice,  O  Lord  !  receive, 

X     Which  now,  to  thee,  we  for  thy  mercies  give  \ 
Becaufe  fo  fully,  whenfo-e'er  they  need, 
Thou,  with  thy  creatures,  doll  thy  fervants  feed  ! 

2  So  plentiful  a  meal  at  leafl  demands 
Some  grateful  retribution  at  our  hands, 
Though  fuch  a  favour  we  deferve  no  more 
Than  many,  who  now  beg  from  door  to  door. 

3  Let  all  the  mouths  which  thou  with  meat  haft  fed. 
Now  daily  thank  thee  for  their  daily  bread : 

Let  us  at  leaft  for  this  repaft,  O  God  ! 
For  ever  thy  benevolence  applaud ! 

Another,   before  Meat. 

i      A   Lmighty  God,  in  heav'n  fo  high, 
±\    Us,  and  thefe  creatures  fanctify — 
Thefe  creatures,  which  thou,  at  our  want, 
To  us,  thy  pafture'd  flieep,  doft  grant! 

2,  And 


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t  And  make  us  all  confefs,  and  know, 
That  ev'ry  perfect  gift  below 
Proceeds  from  thee,  (for  thou  art  good) 
Even  our  drink,  and  daily  food. 

3  And  teach  us  all  to  blefs  thy  name, 
And  for  thy  gifts  to  laud  the  fame; 
Becaufe  thou  doft  thy  fervants  blefs, 
More  than  they  ever  can  exprefs  : 

4  And,  for  thy  bell-beloved's  fake, 
We  our  petitions  humbly  make, 
That  thou  to  ev'ry  wretch  in  want 

At  leaft  wou'dft  bread  and  water  grant  : 

5  And  wou'dft  both  day  and  night  beftow 
Thy  grace,  that  we  may  here  below 
Serve  thee,  'till  to  thy  courts  we  come, 
Thofe  feats  of  blifs,  our  future  home ! 

6  Where  meat  and  drink  of  richeft  tafte, 
For  ever  undiminifh'd  laft, 

Where  thy  elected  fons  ne'er  know 
Hunger,  or  thirft,  or  any  woe  ! 


Another,  after  Meat. 

j  TX/^Y  doll:  thou  with  fuch  dainty  fare, 
VV     O  Lord,  thy  humble  fervants  feed. 
And  take  of  us  fuch  ceafelefs  care, 
Whilft  others  are  in  woeful  need? 

2  Why  unto  us,  lefs  than  the  leaft 
Of  all  thy  fervants,  fuch  great  ftorc 
Doft  thou  allow,  yet  leave  the  reft. 
Our  betters  far,  extremely  poor  ? 

3  For  we  ourfelves  muft  fSirly  own, 
That  we  do  not  at  all  deferve, 
That  greater  favour  fhou'd  be  mown 
To  us,  than  thofe  who  almoft  ftarve. 

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4  But  thou,  O  Lord  !  out  of  thy  love 
And  great  benevolence,  doft  give 
To  us  a  portion,  far  above 

What  they  have,  who  much  better  live ! 

5  In  hopes  no  doubt  that  we  fhou'd  give 
Greater  returns  of  praife  to  thee 
Than  they,  on  fuch  mean  fare  who  live, 
And  worfnip  thee  with  bended  knee. 

6  Then  let  our  gratitude  now  raife 
(A  tribute  we  fhou'd  ever  pay!) 
Our  voices  t.o  our  Maker's  praife, 
On  ev'ry  meal,  and  ev'ry  day! 

A  Grace,  before  Supper. 

i  Y     E  T  ev'ry  man,  his  head  and  grateful  eyes, 
1  j  To  God,  our  gene'rous  caterer,  lift  up, 
And  beg  of  him  with  fupplicating  cries, 
To  blefs  our  victuals,  whenfoe'er  we  fup. 

2  To  ev'ry  feve'ral  animal  that  lives 

(Altho'  their  kinds  and  numbers  be  fo  great ;) 
He  at  a  proper  time  and  feafon  gives 
It's  due  proportion  of  falubrious  meat. 

3  He  is  fo  gracious  and  fo  very  good, 
There's  not  a  bird  that  flutters  in  the  air, 
But  he  provides  it  ev'ry  day  with  food, 
Even  with  more  than  with  a  parent's  care. 

4  To  man,  he  fure  will  greater  favour  fhow, 
Who  with  his  own  fimilitude  was  grace'd, 
And  freely,  all  he  wants,  on  him  beftow  ; 
So  that  his  truft  on  him  alone  is  place'd. 

5  Herbs,  corn,  and  beafls,  and  what  the  feas  produce? 
With  all  the  diffrent  fongfters  of  the  wood, 
(Since  they  were  made  entirely  for  his  ufe) 

God  gave  them  wholly  unto  man  for  food. 

6  Amongft 


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Amongft  the  various  fifh  that  fwim  the  Tea, 
Beafts  of  the  wood,  or  reptiles  of  the  earth, 
God  never  made  a  fingle  mouth,  but  He 
Prepare'd  it's  aliment  before  it's  birth  : 

But  unto  man,  the  creature  of  his  love, 
He  gave  whatever  haunts  the  field,  or  wood. 
Or  cuts  the  waves,  or  wings  the  air  above, 
With  liberty  to  ufe  them  for  his  food. 

Why  do  not  mortals  well  confider  this  ? 
Why  do  they  not  adore  their  God  aright 


Were  they  thus  wife,  they  then  wou'd  never  mifs 
To  praife  their  Maker,  morning,  noon,  and  night. 

p  May  God  illuminate  our  blinded  eyes, 
That  with  our  mouths  we  ever  may  adore 
The  goodnefs,  that  conducts  us  to  the  ikies, 
And  for  his  mercies  praife  him  evermore  ! 
10  Glory  and  honour  to  the'  eternal  Pow'r* 
Who  daily  fills  our  bellies  with  his  meat, 
Be  now  alcribe'd,  and  at  each  future  hour, 
At  ev'ry  time,  and  ev'ry  meal,  we  eat ! 

Grace  after  Dinner. 

i  rr\  Hou  haft,  O  Chrift  !   our  bellies  fill'd, 
X      And  with  thy  choiceft  dainties  fed  : 
Fill  too  the  mouth  of  man  and  child 
With  praifes  for  his  daily  bread. 

2  Thou  haft  moft  richly  deck'd  our  board, 
And  crown'd  us  with  thy  plenteous  ftore : 
Give  us  then  grace,  henceforth,  O  Lord  I 
That  we,  for  it,  may  thee  adore. 

3  Thy  mercies  our  beft  thanks  require, 
They  very  juftly  are  thy  due : 

Give  us  at  leaft  a  ftrons;  defire 
To  pay  thee  all  the  debt  we  owe. 

4A 


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4  A  dinner  thou  did  ft  now  beftow 
Our  fpirits  to  recruit  and  raife : 

We  therefore  ought  to  give  thee,  now, 
For  thefe  thy  gifts  our  bounden  praife. 

5  Let  all  the  creatures,  thou  doft  fill, 
For  ever  praife  thee,  whilft  they  live, 
And  blefs  thy  loving-kindnefs  ftill 
For  the  provifion  thou  doft  give. 

Another  after  Supper. 

i  TT^OR  ev'ry  meal's  refrefhment  we  receive, 
J/     Let  us  to  God  with  due  obeifance  bow, 
Who  deigns  fo  libe'rally  our  food  to  give, 
And  never  lets  us  want,  or  famine,  know. 

2  Let  us  return  him  thanks,  with  grateful  hearts, 
For  ev'ry  gift  we  to  his  goodnefs  owe, 

For  ev'ry  grace  and  comfort  he  imparts, 
For  keeping  us  from  poverty  and  woe. 

3  Let  us  fubmiflively  our  God  entreat, 

(All  for  the  fake  of  our  moft  bleffed  Lord) 
In  his  due  time  our  famifh'd  fouls  to  treat 
With  his  celeftial  fpirit,  and  his  word. 

4  Let  us  befeech  him  plenteoufly  to  pour, 
On  all  our  heads  his  bleftings  and  his  grace, 
That  we  may  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
Unite  with  glowing  hearts,  to  fing  his  praife. 

ANOTHER. 

1  /^Ome,  women,  children,  come  ye  rural  fwains, 
V^  Come  praife  the'  Almighty  for  his  gifts  benign, 
Come  praife  our  God,  who  ever  kindly  deigns 

To  feed  the  hungry  with  a  care  divine. 

2  Who  with  his  goodnefs  does  each  creature  fill, 
At  ev'ry  feafon  of  the  rolling  year, 

And  gives  us,  of  his  own  free  gift  and  will, 
Sufficient  maintenance,  whilft  we  are  here. 

2  He 


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3  He  from  the  ground  gives  various  forts  of  grain, 
To  make  us  bread — and  creatures  wild  and  tame — ■ 
From  the  rock  honey — fifties  from  the  main, 
With  many  dainties,  that  I  cannot  name. 

4  All  flefh  he  feeds  with  the  exadteft  care, 
(As  if  oblige'd  by  the  moll  folemn  ties) 
Forgetting  not  the  fongfters  of  the  air, 
The  lion's  roarings,  or  the  raven's  cries. 

5  E'en  man,  in  fecret,  with  the  flow'r  of  wheat, 
And  thofe  rich  liquors  Epicures  fo  prize, 
With  roafl  and  boil'd,  and  many  kinds  of  meat, 
Our  God,  and  none  but  God  alone,  fupplies. 

A  REBUKE,  for  neglecting  to  beg  a  Bleffing  en, 
and  to  return  Thanks  for,  our  Food. 

i  /^\FT  have  I  feen  a  blufti  o'erfpread  the  face 
\^/  Of  fome  old  finner,  when  he  firft  faid  Grace, 
Though  he  long  fince  fhou'd  have  been  whelm'd  with 
Becaufe  he  ne'er  before  had  faid  the  fame.         [fhame, 

2  But  fuch  a  fhame  may  no  man  ever  fhew, 
The'  example  of  his  Saviour  to  purfue  : 

But  may  each  finner  blufh,  fhou'd  he  e'er  dine, 
And  eat  his  food  unhaliow'd,  like  afwine. 

3  The  ox  thofe  hands,  that  give  him  fodder,  knows, 
The  ftupid  afs,  to  whom  his  food  he  owres, 

And  makes  him  all  the  poor  returns  he  can  •, 
There's  nought  ungrateful  in  the  world,   but  man  I 

4  But  many  men,  more  ftupid  on  the  whole, 
Know  not  the  gracious  Shepherd  of  their  foul, 
Who  feeds  them  in  his  paftures  green  and  gay, 
And  loads  them  with  his  blefllngs,  ev'ry  day. 

5  Even  the  little  birds  their  voices  raifet 

And  for  their  food  their  benefactor  praile 

With  tuneful  notes  they  laud  him  all  day  long  •, 
That  'tis  a  blils  to  liften  to  their  long! 

O  6  With 


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6  With  emulation  fire  d  on  ev'ry  fpray, 

They  feem  to  ftrive  throughout  the  live-long  day, 
Which  belt  lhall  praife  the  bounteous  God  above, 
Who  fills  their  bellies  in  the  fecret  grove. 

7  But  men  are  much  more  thanklefs  and  more  dull, 
Who,  when  the  Lord  has  fed  them  to  the  full, 
Yet  in  his  praifes  are,  like  fifties,  mute, 

And  more  ungrateful  than  the  meaneft  brute. 

8  Do  not  fuch  thanklefs  folks  as  thefe  deferve, 
That  they  fhou'd  in  the'  infernal  dungeons  ftarve, 
Becaufe  they  will  not  their  Preferver  know, 

Nor  any  thanks  for  all  his  favours  mow  ? 

9  O,  may  no  Chriftian  ever  ftudy  then, 
To  imitate  fo  vile  a  fet  of  men  ! 

But  if  he  fhou'd— — without  the  lead  difpute, 
I  fhall  pronounce  him  worfe  than  any  brute. 

I 

A  Prayer  on  the  fame   Occafion. 

i  "PJErmit  us  not,  O  God,  thy  gifts  to  wafle,   . 
JL      Or  eat  our  meat,  as  filthy  hogs  eat  maft, 
Ne'er  lifting  up  our  heads,  our  hands,  or  eyes, 
To  fee,  from  whence  thofe  benefits  anfe  ! 

2  But  make  us  lift  our  heads  aloft,  and  know 

That  all  thofe  mercies  from  thy  goodnefs  flow 

From  thee,  the  Donor  of  our  daily  food  ! 

From  thee,  the  fource  of  light,  and  all  that's  good  ! 

3  Let  us  then  with  inceffant  raptures  laud 
The  loving-kindnefs  of  our  gracious  God, 
And  ever  in  his  praife  our  fongs  employ, 
For  health,  and  ev'ry  blefling  we  enjoy. 


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ADVICE  to  diftribute  to  the  Poor,  according 
to  every  One  s  Circumflances  and  Abilities. 

i  TX/^OE  t0  the  rich,  and  mercilefsly-proud, 
W     Who  flops  his  ears  againft  the  beggar's  cry* 
Unheard,  unpity'd,  he  fhall  cry  aloud 
From  HelPs  abyfs,  where  he  mall  ever  lie. 

2  Whilft  his  relations  and  his  children  live 
In  luxury,  and  quaff  the  richeft  wine, 

He,  in  the'  infernal  prifons  pent,  fhall  grieve, 
And  for  a  fingle  drop  of  water  pine. 

3  In  good  St.  James's  holy  page,  'tis  faid, 
That  he's  in  faith  and  ev'ry  virtue  poor, 
Who  does  not,  in  diftrefs,  the  widow  aid, 
And  to  the  needy  deal  his  hoarded  ftore. 

4  Saint  John  too  tells  us,  that  if  any  man 
Beholds  a  brother  troubled  and  diftreft, 
And  does  not  give  him  all  the  help  he  can, 
The  love  of  God  dwells  not  in  fuch  a  breaft. 

5  Chrifl  faid,  a  camel,  through  a  needle's  eye, 
Might  with  as  little  difficulty  go, 

As  wealthy  mifers  up  to  heaven  fly, 

Who  no  compaffion  to  their  brethren  lhow. 

6  Chrifl  made  us  flewardsof  his  treafures,  here* 
Which  we  are  bound  to  deal  among  the  poor  ; 
Then  let  us  freely,  left  we  vex  him,  fhare 
Among  the  weak  and  indigent  our  ftore. 

7  Shou'd  there  but  one  of  them  thro'  hunger  fall, 
His  guiltleis  blood  upon  our  heads  fhall  lie, 
Not  all  the  riches  of  this  earthly  ball, 

Shall  make  atonement  for  him,  fhou'd  he  die. 

8  Without  referve,  be  lib'ral  to  the  poor, 

If  thou  art  rich,  thy  riches  do  not  fpare 

A  little  give,  if  little  is  thy  ftore 

Yet  give  it  with  a  free  and  cheerful  air. 

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$  Beftow  thy  bounty  with  a  look  ferene, 
.  The  willing  giver  'tis  that  God  does  love  : 
Whate'er  thou  giveft,  give  with  placid  mien— 
Reluctant  alms  Chrift  never  does  approve. 

10  Though  to  the  poor  thou  but  a  part  haft  fhar'd 
(Although  the  whole  was  his;  for  Jefu's  fake, 
Yet  has  he  promised  thee  a  large  reward, 
Becaufe  thou  didft  on  them  compafiion  take. 

1 1  Ne'er  'till  to-morrow  foolifhly  delay 

To  do  the  good,  which  thou  to-day  canft  do— 
Give  freely — give  with  pleaiure,  and  ne'er  ftay : 
ijnpleafmg  is  the  gift,  that's  grudge'd  and  flow, 

12  Give  alms,  fays  holy  Paul,  whilft  yet  you  may, 
And,  whilft  youVe  time  allotted  you,  do  good  : 
For  he  that  is  a  fov'reign  prince  to-day, 
To-morrow  may  be  feen  to  beg  his  food. 

13  Dives  moft  fumptuoufly  at  dinner  fareTd, 
On  various  merles,  exquifite  in  tafte : 

But  was  of  water,  e'er  'twas  night,  debarr'd, 
And  force'd  amidft  infernal  flames  to  fall. 

14  That  morn,  of  all  the  cates  that  deck'd  his  boards 
The  offals  he  to  Lazarus  deny'd 

That  night,  although  for  it  he  loudly  roar'd, 
He  cou'd  not,  e'en  with  water,  be  fupply'd. 

15  The  world,  and  all  therein,  he'd  now  give  up 
For  one  fmall  fup,  to  cool  his  fev'rilh  tongue  5 
But  he  can  not  obtain  a  fingle  fup, 

Though  he  fhob'd  beg  and  pray  for't,  e'er  fo  long. 

16  He  cannot  boaft,  of  all  he  once  pofTefs'd, 
A  fingle  drop  of  water  now  in  ftore  r 
(The  mifer,  who  has  now  the  fulleft  cheft, 
Perchance  to-morrow  may  be  quite  as  poor.) 

1 7  He  went  from  hence  as  bare  and  naked  quite, 
As  when  he  firft  on  this  world's  ftage  was  fet  •, 
And,  if  he  heav'n  cou'd  purchafe  for  a  mite, 
That  fingle  mite  he  by  no  means  cou'd  get. 

18  To- 


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i8  To  day,  the  rich  may  have  it  in  their  pow'r 
Much  alms,  upon  the  wretched,  to  bellow : 
To-morrow,  they  may  thro'  milhap  grow  poor, 
And  be  reduce'd  to  beggary  and  woe. 

19  Let  us  then  give,  what  we've  to  give,  to-day, 
(Perhaps  to-morrow  we  of  nought  can  boaft) 
To  the  diftrefs'd,  their  hunger  to  allay, 
And  unto  thofe  that  want  afliftance  moll. 

20  Give  bread  to  ev'ry  one  that's  in  diftrefs, 
And  G*)d  will  with  increafe  improve  thy  ftore: 
Thou  (halt  not  find  thy  meat,  or  money,  lefs, 
For  what  thou  kindly  giveft  to  the  poor. 

2 1  The  Widow  of  Sarepta  did  not  know, 
For  what  fhe  fpare'd  Elijah,  more  diftrefs  •, 
Though  meal  and  oil  (he  did  to  him  beftow, 
Yet  ftili  her  meal  and  oil  were  not  the  lefs. 

22  I've  feen  the  rich  oft  beg  from  door  to  door, 
Becaufe  they  did  the  indigent  aggrieve ; 
But  never  did  I  fee  him  truly  poor, 

Or  much  diftrefs'd,  who  did  the  poor  relieve. 

23  Knave'ry,  oppreflion,  vanity,  excefs, 

The  woeful  want  of  feveral  have  wrought  -, 
But  none  to  tribulation  or  diftrefs, 
Have  by  their  charity  been  ever  brought. 

24  Happy  the  man  (the  royal  Prophet  fays) 
Who  to  the  needy  does  affiftance  give ! 
The  Lord  himfelf  fhall  (in  his  worft  of  days) 
That  man  from  his  adverfity  relieve  ! 

25  God,  from  all  trouble  will  his  fervant  take, 
God,  from  his  enemies  his  friend  will  keep, 
God,  will  himfelf  his  bed  vouchfafe  to  make, 
When  he  through  pain  and  ficknefs  cannot  deep, 

26  Whate'er  they  want  unto  the  needy  lend, 
And  God  himfelf  will  deign  to  be  their  bail: 
If  thou  fhalt  them  in  their  diftrefs  befriend, 
Chrift  will  the  debt  repav  thee,  and  ne'er  fail. 

Oj  27   Who 


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27  Who,  but  a  Jew,  wou'd  not  his  cam  lay  out, 
When  he  might  have  his  inte'reft  on  the  day  ? 
Who,  but  a  Jew,  wou'd  fuch  a  debtor  doubt, 
Who  cent,  per  cent,  can  for  his  money  pay  ? 

2  8  You  often  truft  to  Chapmen  that  are  worfe, 
Tho'  you  have  got  a  debtor  to  your  mind  : 
Truft  then  your  Saviour  freely  with  your  purfc 
Better  fecurity  you  ne'er  can  find  ! 

29  An  hundred  fold  is  given  by  the  Lord 

To  ev'ry  Chriftian  for  his  pounds  and  pence  •, 

Dull  is  the  ufurer,  who  won't  afford 

The  poor  fome  cafh,  on  inte'reft  fo  immenfe ! 

go  No  money  e'er  to  better  ufe  is  lent, 

Than  that  which  Charity  can  fairly  boaft  : 
Since  it  returns  the  lender  cent,  per  cent. 
E'en  at  the  moment  that  he  wants  it  moft. 

3 1  There  -are  no  treafures,  all  the  world  around, 
That  equal  price  with  Charity  can  hold  : 
When  troubles  come,  it  will  be  better  found 
Than  ready  money,  or  than  bullion  gold. 

32  Silver  will  ruft,  and  gold  with  ufe  will  wafte, 
Rich  lawns  and  filks  to  moths  will  prove  a  prey, 
Our  bread  will  mould,  our  liquors  lofe  their  tafte ; 
But  never  will  beneficence  decay. 

33  When  houfes,  lands,  and  ev'ry  worldly  ftore, 
Shall  in  one  common  conflagration  rife — 
Then  Charity  above  the  flames  fhall  foar, 
And,  till  thou  comeft,  wait  above  the  fkies. 

34  When  pale-face'd  death  to  fummon  thee  fhall  come. 
At  Chrift's  tribunal  naked  to  appear, 

Then  Charity  will,  on  the  day  of  doom, 

Be  the  beft  ftore,  thou  canft  bring  with  thee,  there, 

35  When  houfes,  lands,  and  ev'ry  timid  friend, 
Shall  leave  thee  in  the  fangs  of  Death  alone- 
Then  Charity  thy  footfteps  will  attend, 

And  guide  thee  to  thy  great  Creator's  throne. 

36  More 


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3 6  More  gains  fhall  to  the  charitable  foul 
Accrue,  who  did  the  indigent  relieve, 
Than  to  the  needy,  who  receiv'd  the  dole  : 
Since,  for  a  tittle*  he  fhall  much  receive. 

37  Manna  fhall,  there,  for  a  few  crumbs  be  had, 
And,  for  plain  water,  floods  of  joy  be  given! 
Each  Chnftian,  there,  by  Jelus  fhall  be  clad, 
For  fome  few  rags,  in  the  gay  robes  of  heaven. 

38  Employ  your  riches  properly  and  well ; 
Secure  their  friendfhip,  e'er  the  day  of  doom, 
That  they  may  haul  your  happy  fouls  from  hell. 
And  with  you  to  the  blifsful  regions  come. 

39  Thy  treafures  in  the  upper  regions  lay, 
Sell  all  thou  haft,  and  give  it  to  the  poor, 
Nor,  like  an  Idiot,  fooTifhiy  delay 

To  part  with  earth,  that  thou  to  heav'n  may'ft  foar. 

40  Before  thee,  by  the  poor,  thy  treafures  fend 
To  that  fafe  place,  which  robbers  can't  annoy; 
For  whatfoever  thou,  to  them,  doft  lend, 
Thou  fhalt  from  Chnft  receive  again  with  joy. 

41  Whate'er,  unto  thy  children,  thou  may'ft  grant, 
Thy  wife,  or  friends,  belongs  to  them  alone: 
But  what  thou  giveft  Chnft,  and  thofe  that  want, 
Is   hoarded  for  thyielf — 'tis  all  thy  own  ! 

42  Before  thee  fend  thy  wealth  to  Paradife, 

Then  light  thy  lamp  ;  for  darkfome  is  the  way  ; 
And  make  thyfelf  ('tis  Jefus'  own  advice  !) 
A  purfe  that  knows  no  bottom,  nor  decay. 

43  Whilft  time  permits  thee,  freely  fow  thy  grain, 
As  God  has  blefs'd  thy  labours  with  increafe, 
And  thou  an  hundred  fold  malt  reap  again  •, 
Unlefs  thy  labours  fhall,  e'er  harveit.,  ceafe. 

44  Among  the  poor  and  hungry  fhare  thy  bread, 
And  clothe  the  naked,  fhiv'ring  with  the  cold  ; 
Give  to  the  needy  wanderer  a  bed : 

All  this  to  thee  by  God  himfdf  is  told  ! 

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45  Be  thou,  inftead  of  eyes,  unto  the  blind,  :- 

Let  thou  the  lame  ftill  find  fupport  in  thee, 
Afiift  the  Widow,  be  to  ftrangers  kind, 
And,  to  the  fatherlefs,  a  father  be. 

Advice  to  ev'ry  Matter  of  a  Family,  to 
govern  his  Houfe  in  a  religious  Manner. 

i  TF  truly  pious  thou  wou'dft  fain  appear, 
JL   And  ftrictly  Chriflian,  whilft  thou  liveft  here, 
To  a  fmall  church  convert  thy  own  abode, 
And  make  thy  private  houfe,  the  houfe  of  God. 

2  Make  thpu  a  hallow'd  church  of  thy  abode, 
And  let  thy  family,  like  angels,  be, 
Where  ev'ry  one  may  duely  ferve  his  God, 
According  to  his  calling  and  degree. 

3  An  holy  temple  make  of  thy  abode, 
That  all,  within  it's  walls,  may  daily  join, 
Without  ceffation,  tp  adore  their  God, 
Early  and  late,  with  harmony  divine. 

4  Inftead  of  ftones,  cut  out  and  fquare'd  by  art, 
Take  thou  good  men,  to  rear  the  facred  wall 
Men,  who  have  ever  acted  well  their  part- 
Religious  men,  to  build  thy  church  withal. 

5  Let  not  an  jill-hewn  ftone  be  found  in  it, 
Let  not  a  reprobate  the  ftructure  raife ; 
God  will  no  rough,  unpolifh'd,  ftone  admit 
To  rear  a  building,  facred  to  his  praife. 

6  Then  caft  afide  each  rude,  improper  ftone ; 
For  God  will  not  accept  of  ought  prophane  : 
Thy  houfe  muft  be  the  houfe  of  God  alone, 
An  hallow'd  temple,  not  the  Devil's  fane. 

7  For  wicked  folks,  therein,  the  good  excel, 
And  are  more  proper  Satan's  fold  to  rear, 
And  be  the  fuel  of  an  endlefs  hell, 
Than,  in  the  church  of  Jefus  to  appear. 

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8  One  rough,  uneven  (tone,  one  fhapelefs  mafs, 
Will  all  the  beauty  of  the  work  deface  : 

One  lawlefs  man,  that  does  in  vice  furpafs, 
Will  thee  and  all  thy  family  difgrace. 

9  Then  place  not  in  thy  wall  a  lump  unfit, 
Odious  to  fee,  improper  for  the  end  ; 
Nor  ever  to  thy  houfe  the  vile  admit, 
Nor  the  unfaithful  with  the  faithful  blend. 

10  Mis-fhapen  ftones,  that  never  felt  the  rule, 
Will  only  undermine  thy  temple-wall : 

So  impious  fervants,  of  all  vices  full, 

Will  foon  fubvert,  and  caufe  thy  houfe  to  fall. 

1 1  Drive  the  unclean  far  from  thy  houfe  and  home, 
E'er  thou  canfl  think  that  Jei'us  there  will  flay: 
For  Chrift  will  never  to  thy  manfion  come, 
'Till  the  impure  from  thence  are  chafe'd  away. 

12  The  fons  of  God,  and  children  of  the  fiend, 
In  the  fame  church  are  not  together  feen  : 

No  more  than  bees  can  (lay,  where  (teams  offend, 
Or  a  pure  fpirit  dwell  with  one  unclean. 

13  The  Great  will  never  amongfl  hogs  refide, 
Whofe  ftench  and  hideous  grunt  they  can't  endure: 
Chrifl  and  his  holy  Spirit  can't  abide 

In  the  fame  houfe  with  thofe  that  are  impure. 

14  If,  in  thy  houfe,  a  mifcreant,  rebel  rout, 
A  drunken,  difobedient  crew,  be  found, 
Cafl  them,  as  fheep  that  are  diforder'd,  out; 
Left  they  fhou'd  ficken,  and  infect  the  found. 

15  As  Ifmael  from  Abraham's  houfe  was  thrown. 
Becaufe,  againfl  his  miftrefs,  he  rebell'd  •, 

So  let  the  vile  and  finful,  from  thy  own, 
Without  the  leaft  reluctance  be  expell'd. 

16  The  royal  Prophet  never  wou'd  permit 
A  wicked  perfon  in  his  houfe  to  be : 

•   A  vicious  fervant  do  not  thou  admit 
To  live,  for  any  ufe  whate'er,  with  thee. 

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17  One  wicked  fervant  fixes  oft  a  ftain 
On  many,  who  deferve  a  good  report: 

Let  not  thou  fuch,  beneath  thy  roof,  remain, 
Nor  tread  the  precincts  of  thy  haLow'd  court. 

1 8  By  men  of  virtue  let  thy  work  be  done, 
If  thou  wou'dft  endlefs  happinefs  attain; 
God,  with  fuccefs,  will  all  the  godly  crown, 
Whilft  foul  mifhap  attends  the  finful  train. 

1 9  A  fervant,  that's  like  Jofeph  truly  good, 
Will  bring  a  bleffing  on  his  mailer's  head, 

,  Whilfl,  Achan-like,  an  irreligious  brood, 
On  thee  and  thine,  will  num'rous  evils  ihed. 

20  Shou'dft  thou  a  pious  fervant  chance  to  have, 
God,  for  his  fake,  will  all  thy  fubftance  blefs, 
As  he,  in  times  of  old,  to  Laban  gave, 

For  Jacob's  fake,  unparallePd  fuccefs. 

2 1  Better  the  fervant,  that  is  good,  and  mild, 
Who  will  with  plenty,  all  thou  ownefl,  blefs, 
Than  the  vile  mifcreant,  that  howe'er  well-fkill'd, 
Will  bring  a  curfe  on  all  thou  doll  poifefs. 

22  Much  better  will  the  fervant's  work  fucceed, 
That's  harmlefs,  quiet,  and  well-flock'd  with  grace, 
Than  all  the  labours  of  an  impious  breed, 
Though  flrong,  and  aptly  fuited  to  the  place. 

23  A  fervant  that  is  wife,  and  well-inclin'd, 
His  mailer  may  convert  and  all  the  houfe ; 

As  the  good  wife  may  turn  her  hufband's  mind, 
And  make  a  Chriflian,  of  a  heathen  fpoufe. 

24  If  thou  haft  not  a  pious  family, 

To  ferve  thee  truly  in  the  fear  of  God, 
Thy  houfe  will  ne'er  a  facred  temple  be, 
But  Satan's  den,  or  fome  vile  fiend's  abode. 

25  Servants  of  mighty  ilrength  will  not  avail, 
The  bufi'nefs  of  thy  farm  or  fhop,  to  do, 
If  in  their  duty  to  their  God  they  fail, 
And  are  not  ilrong  to  do  His  bufi'nefs  too. 

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26  Unlefs  he  in  the  faith  be  found  fincere, 
Receive  not  any  one  to  thy  abode  -, 
And  by  no  means  admit  a  fervant  there, 
Until  he  be  the  fervant  too  of  God. 

27  The  Church  of  God  does  not  a  Turk  admit, 
Nor  any  one,  that  of  true  faith  is  void, 

To  her  communion  :   Do  not  thou  permit 
A  reprobate  to  be  by  thee  employ'd. 

28  A  fervant,  without  faith,  can  ne'er  be  true 
Unto  his  matter,  whether  God,  or  man  : 
For  'tis  the  cuftom  of  the  faithlcfs  crew 
To  fell  them  both,  like  Judas,  if  they  can. 

29  Get  thee  a  fet  of  fervants  to  thy  mind — 
Servants,  that  know  their  duty  to  their  God- 
Servants,  that  are  well-nurture'd,  well-inclin'd  \ 
If  thou  wou'dft  make  a  church  of  thy  abode. 

30  Be  thou  to  all  thy  family  a  light — 

A  light,  which  mall  to  their  improvement  mine— 
Be  thou  to  them  a  pattern  fair  and  bright, 
In  all  that's  honeft,  moral,  and  divine. 

3 1  Be  thou  a  good  example  unto  all, 

In  word  and  deed,  and  in  thy  dealings  juft, 
Within  thy  parlour,  kitchen,  or  thy  hall, 
Where-e'er  thou  art,  and  whatfoe'er  thou  doft. 

32  Like  Enoch,  walk  thou  humbly  with  thy  God, 
For  ever  vigilant,  for  ever  wife : 

For  ev'ry  where,  at  church,  at  home,  abroad, 
Thy  Saviour  fees  thee  with  his  feven  eyes. 

2>i  Ne'er  fay,  nor  do,  the  thing  that  is  not  right, 
The  thing  that  is  not  ftrictiy  juft  and  fit, 
Whether  thou  art  in  the  Almighty's  fight. 
At  church,  or  in  the  market-place  doft  fit. 

34  Be  thou  as  pure  and  prudent  in  each  act, 
Full  as  much  care  and  vigilance  exert, 
Full  as  religious  be,  and  as  exact, 
In  thine  own  houfe,  as  if  in  church  thou  were. 


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%$  It  is  a  debt,  a  debt  all  mafters  owe, 

To  teach  their  fervants  the  true  Chriftian  lore ; 
That  they  may  God  and  his  commandments  know, 
Believe  in  Chrift,  and  rightly  him  adore. 

36  As  Abra'ham  all  his  family  of  yore 

The  fear  of  God,  and  his  true  worfhip  taught: 

So  do  thou  teach  thy  houfehoid  to  adore 

And  know  the  Lord,  and  ferve  him,  as  they  ought. 

3J  Teach  thou  thy  children,  teach  thy  fervants,  how 
Their  heav'nly  Sire  they  truly  may  obey, 
Teach  them  the  Saviour,  whom  God  fent,  to  know : 
For  that  to  heaven  is  the  certain  way  ! 

38  The  law  of  God,  in  ev'ry  fervant's  breaft, 

Implant of  that,  on  all  occafions  talk, 

Whenever  thou  doft  rife,  or  go  to  reft, 

At  home,  abroad,  when  thou  doft  fit,  or  walk. 

39  'Tis  God's  command,  that  ev'ry  fire  fhou'd  fhew 

His  ftatutes  foon  unto  his  children  dear 

Or,  like  PhylacYries,  on  their  garment  few, 
That  they  the  fame,  in  mind,  fhou'd  always  bear. 

40  Each  night  and  morn,  unto  thy  menial  train, 
A  chapter  from  the  holy  Bible  read; 

Make  them  repeat  it,  if  they  can,  again 

Make  them  fuch  lives,  as  it  has  taught  them,  lead. 

41  Be  thou  a  councillor,  prieft,  judge,  and  king, 
Unto  thy  children,  and  domeftic  train, 

That  thou  may'ft  all  beneath  thy  orders  bring, 
And  make  them,  in  obedience  meet,  remain. 

42  Be  thou  their  Prieft,  the  Chriftian  faith  to  teach, 
Be  thou  their  Council,  to  advife  them  well, 

Do  thou  to  them  the  Gofpel  doctrines  preach, 
And  pray  that  they  in  virtue  may  excel. 

43  Be  thou  their  king,  to  force  them  to  obey, 
And  punifh  thofe,  who  hurt  the  Chriftian  caufe, 
And  to  confirm  them  in  the  proper  way, 

By  juft  coercion,  and  by  wholefome  laws. 

44  Over 


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44  Over  thy  houfehold,  as  a  judge  prefide, 
And  fentence  pafs  in  an  impartial  way : 
Unto  the  good  andjuft,  rewards  provide — 
But  puniihments  to  thofe,  that  difobey. 

45  Make  thou  a  fair  and  equitable  law, 

To  bind  thy  congregation  with  it's  bands, 
And  caufe  thy  people,  through  a  pious  awe, 
To  live  exactly  as  that  law  commands. 

46  Teach  ev'ry  one  his  duty  to  his  God, 

And  with  thy  finger  point  him  out  the  way, 
And,  when  he's  perfect  in  it,  let  the  rod 
Oblige  him,  though  reluctant,  to  obey. 

47  Obferve  their  conduct  with  a  father's  care, 
With  hand  and  eye  their  lev'ral  motions  guide, 
Let  no  one  by  his  words  or  actions  dare, 
Without  due  punifhment,  to  itep  afide. 

48  Let  all  thy  family,  like  ftars,  appear — 
Like  ftars,  that  decorate  the  brow  of  night, 
And  yield  to  all  the  country,  far  and  near, 
Instruction,  honour,  and  celeftial  light. 

49  Make  all,  that  under  thy  direction  dwell, 
In  goodnefs  and  in  piety  exceed : 

As  Noah  did  the  former  world  excel 
In  holinefs,  and  ev'ry  vir.uous  deed. 

50  Make  thou  thy  bofom-wife  to  be  a  ftar, 
Righ  eoufly-mild,  and  cheerfully-fcrene, 
Make  her,  to  all  her  fex,  a  pattern  rare, 

In  words  and  works,  throughout  Ike's  various  fcenc- 

51  Make  thou  thy  children  to  thy  rule  fubmit, 
Make  them  examples  to  a  finful  age, 
Make  them  obey  thy  orders,  as  'tis  fit, 
Like  Rechab's  offspring,  in  the  facred  page. 

52  Make  thou  thy  folk,  to  be  the  folk  of  God, 
Like  Philemon,  in  holy  writ  renown'd, 
Who  made  a  temple  of  his  own  abode  -, 

So  much  in  piety  did  it  abound! 

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53  Such  pious  lives  make  thou  thy  fervants  lead 
In  thine  own  houfe,  as  in  the  houfe  of  God, 
Make  them  as  cautioufly  in  private  tread, 
As  if  they  in  a  facred  temple  trod. 

54.  Permit  them  not  to  dwell  at  large,   at  home, 
Or  do  worfe  things,  than  if  in  church  they  were, 
Nor  let  them  a  lefs  virtuous  air  aflbme; 
But  make  them  live  as  regularly,  there. 

5$  Permit  them  not  to  violate  the  leaft 

Of  God's  commands,  e'er  thou  doft  them  reprove  : 
But  foon  as  they  fh all  have  in  ought  tranfgrenv 
Do  thou  their  fouls  to  true  repentance  move. 

56  Permit  not  thou  one  fcrvant  of  them  all, 

To  fwear  by  their  Creator's  holy  name - 

Or  give  that  perfon,  whether  great  or  fmall, 
Due  and  condign  correction  for  the  fame. 

5  j  Permit  them  not  to  fpend  their  fabbath-days 

In  idlenefs,  beneath  the  Chriftian  name 

In  revellings,  or  in  unrighteous  ways, 
"Without  reproof  immediate  for  the  fame. 

58  Let  none  amongft  them  hear  the  word  in  vain. 
And  never  put  in  praclice  what  they  hear  -9 
But  let  them  talk,  and  talk  it  o'er  again, 
Until  their  progrefs  in  their  lives  appear. 

59  Let  none  prefume  to  go  to  bed  at  night 

'Till,  on  his  knees,  he  has  his  homage  paid • 

His  bounden  homage due  to  God  of  right, 

E'er  to  repofe  he  has  his  body  laid. 

60  Let  none  amongft  them,  whether  great  or  fmall, 
Their  wonted  labours  any  day  refume, 

'Till  freely  on  their  bended  knees  they  fall 
To  worfhip  God  each  morning,  in  their  room. 

61  Let  none  their  hands  unto  the  plough-tail  move, 
Nor  let  them  unto  any  work  draw  nigh, 
'Till  they  have  rais'd  their  minds  to  God  above, 


To  beg  his  aid  and  bleffings  from  on  high. 


62  Let 


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62  Let  no  man  whatfoe'er  a  journey  take, 
Ride  to  a  fair,  or  fail  upon  the  main, 

'Till  he  his  fervent  pray'r  to  God  fhall  make, 
That  he  may  homewards  bring  him  fafe  again. 

63  Let  no  one  his  unhallow'd  victuals  eat, 

Or  Huff  his  paunch,  like  a  voracious  fwine, 
'Till  he  has  begg'd  a  blefling  on  his  meat, 
And  gratefully  acknowledge  d  a;d  divine. 

64  Let  no  one  quit,  like  a  brute  bead,  the  board, 
Where  he  has  his  ungodly  belly  cramm'd-, 
'Till  he  for  his  fupport,  has  thank'd  the  Lord, 
And  with  due  gratitude  his  praife  proclaim'd. 

65  Whene'er  thou  worfhippeft  the  Pow'r  divine, 
Let  ev'ry  one  unto  the  room  repair, 

And  that  none  there's  indiff'rent  or  fupine, 
Do  thou  thyfelf  take  a  peculiar  care. 

66  Let  them  not  ufe  themfelves  to  vain  difcourfe, 
To  loofe  expreflions,  or  unmanly  taunts — 

Let  them  no  fcandal  vent,  nor  fwear  and  curfe — 
No  boaftings  ufe,  or  unbecoming  vaunts. 

6y  Thy  children  and  thy  houfehold  firmly  bind, 

To  ufe  fuch  words,  as  may  their  morals  mend 

Words,  that  will  pleafe  and  edify  the  mind, 
And  to  each  auditor's  improvement  tend. 

6$  Permit  them  not,  unlucky  tricks  to  ufe — 

hermit  them  not,  the  fimple  to  diftrefs 

Permit  them  not,  a  cripple  to  abufe 

Permit  them  not,  the  needy  to  opprefs. 

69  Permit  them  not,  to  revel  and  caroufe — 

Permit  them  not,  to  fwill  thy  drink,  like  fwine 

Permit  them  not  tofmoke,  within  thy  houfe, 

The  weed — that  makes  their  backs  and  bellies  pine. 

70  Permit  them  not  in  fafhions  to  delight 

To  curl  their  locks — or  coflly  garments  wear ; 
But  let  them  flill  be  creditably  tight, 

And  let  them  all  with  decency  appear. 

71  Ne'er 


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71  Ne'er  let  them  faunter  on  a  fabbath-day 

To  the  green  booths,  where  worldlings  rendezvous, 
Nor  in  the  brutifh  tippling-houfes  ftay, 
(Where  Satan  holds  his  revels)  to  caroufe. 

72  Each  Sunday  to  thy  parifh-church  repair, 
There  let  thy  family  attend  thee,  all 

There  with  the  congregation  join  in  pray'r 

There  publickly  on  thy  Creator  call. 

73  Let  not  thy  family  remain  at  home, 

Nor  during  fervice-time  behind  thee  ftay 

Let  them  not  loiter,  near  the  facred  dome : 
If  they  muft  play,  let  them  the  morrow  play. 

74  Lay  not  too  cumb'rous,  nor  too  great  a  load 
Upon  thy  fervants,  on  their  working  days ; 
But  let  fome  hours  of  refpite  be  aliow'd, 

That  they  their  backs,when  tire'd  withwork,mayraifec 

75  Let  them  not,  on  the  fabbaths,  roam  abroad, 
But  make  them  fearch  with  care  the  facred  page, 
And  do  with  diligence  the  work  of  God, 

E'er  they  in  any  other  work  engage. 

76  Inftrucl:  thy  houfehold  ev'ry  fabbath-day, 

In  pfalms  and  hymns  their  Maker  to  applaud, 
And  argue  with  them,  in  a  friendly  way, 
On  their  Belief,  and  on  the  word  of  God. 

77  Whene'er  they  dine;  nay,  ev'ry  time  they  eat, 
By  one  of  them  be  there  a  chapter  read  •, 
That  the  poor  foul  may  have  it's  proper  meat 
And  due  repaft,  when'er  the  body's  fed. 

78  Both  morn  and  night,  let  fome  one  in  thy  houfc- 
The  fervice  read,  and  for  the  others  pray ; 

For  'twou'd  be  better  they  their  meal  fhou'd  lofe, 
Than  lofe  the  facred  fervice  of  the  day. 

79  Let  not  thy  family,  on  any  day, 
Without  it's  Mattins  and  it's  Vefpers  be ; 
Thy  facrifice,  both  morn  and  ev'ning,  pay, 
For  all  the  mercies  God  has  (hewn  to  thee. 

/  80  Let 


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So  Let  ev'ry  corner  of  thy  houfe  be  kept 

Quite  clean  (with  nought  impure  let  it  be  ftain'd  !) 
And  with  the  beibm  of  repentance  fwept, 
'Till  thou  the  favour  of  thy  God  halt  gain'd. 

8 1  Wafh  thou  with  briny  tears  the  hallow'd  ground — 
It's  walls,  inftead  of  Hones,  with  virtues  raiie — 
Let  not  thy  altar  without  fire  be  found, 

Nor  without  incenfe — fuch  as,  "  prayr  and  praife." 

82  Do  thou  thyfelf  perform  the  parfon's  part, 
Do  thou  thyfelf  invoke  the  Pow'r  divine, 
And  make  thy  people,  with  a  glowing  heart, 
Along  with  thee  in  each  petition  join. 

83  Each  honed  mafter  of  a  houfehold  ought 
To  act  with  care,  and  on  a  proper  plan  -, 
And,  as  a  prieft,  reprove  them  when  in  fault 
With  the  moil  pow'rful  language  that  he  can. 

84  The  fame  good  order,  which  our  church  purfues, 
To  keep  her  members  all  beneath  her  iway, 
Each  private  Chriftian  in  his  home  fliou  d  ufe, 
To  make  his  fervants  his  behefts  obey. 

85  Some  one,  or  two,  thy  own  afiiftants  make, 
Who,  o'er  the  reft,  as  wardens  may  preiide, 
And  thy  affairs  to  their  direction  take, 

And,  when  thou'rt  abfent,  with  discretion  guide. 

86  Thou  muft  the  morals  of  thy  folks  inlpect, 
And  their  behaviour  carefully  obferve, 
That  each  delinquent  may  in  time  be  checkt, 
And  duely  cenfure'd,    as  his  faults  deierve. 

8  7  Punifh  the  wicked,  equal  to  his  crime, 
Nor  ever  let  him  uncorrected  go  ; 
Left  others  Ihou'd  tranfgrefs  another  time, 
Becaufe  thou  mercy  unto  him  didit  fhow. 

88  Let  each  offender  of  his  faults  be  told, 

And  be  admonifh'd  twice,  or  thrice,  or  more. 
E'er  he's  expell'd,  and  exile'd  from  the  fold  : 
But  turn  him  out,  if  he'll  not  then  give  o'er. 

P  S9  If 


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89  If  thou  halt  hire'd  a  maid  that  is  a  fhrew, 
And  docs  not  honour  to  her  miftrefs  pay, 
The  door  to  her,  as  'twas  to  Hagar,  fhew, 
And  let  thy  wife  have,  as  me  ought,  her  way. 

90  To  keep  thy  people  idle,  is  not  good, 

Give  each  his  talk,  and.make  him  do  the  fame: 
Foridlenefs  fupplies  each  vice- with  food, 
And  is  the  parent,  and  the  nurfe  of  fhame. 

91  See,  that  thy  family  go  ev'ry  night 
Early  to  reft,  and  proper  bed-time  keep ; 
For  'tis  a  cuftom,  far  from  being  right, 

That  they  fhou'd  go,  whene'er  they  pleafe,  to  fleep„ 

92  When  it  is  time  for  them  to  go  to  fleep, 
Defire  of  Chrift  on  them  his  Grace  to  fhed, 
Defire  of  Chrift  fecurely  them  to  keep, 
Then  take  thy  leave,  and  go  thyfelf  to  bed : 

93  But,  firft,  exhort  them  on  their  God  to  caJl, 
(With  minds  replete  with  a  religious  fire, 
Upon  their  bended  knees)  both  great  and  fmall, 
Before  they  to  their  nightly  reft  retire  : 

94  And,  left  that  God  fnou'd  take  them  unaware, 
And  unprovided,  to  his  judgement- feat, 
Conjure  them  all,  each  ev'ning  to  prepare, 
Before  they  fleep,  their  aweful  Judge  to  meet. 

g$  If  thus  thou  fhou'dft  thy  houfe  and  houfehold  rule, 
Both  thee  and  them,  thy  gracious  God  will  blefs, 
With  ev'ry  Grace  he'll  crowd  yourbofoms  full, 
And  crown  you  all  with  ev'ry  Happinefs. 

$6  Chrift  in  thy  temple,  then,  will  ftill  remain, 

Chrift,  when  diftrefs'd,  will  hear  thy  plaintive  cries, 
And,  Chrift  will  take  thee,  and  thy  menial  train, 
To  all  the'  ecftatic  joys  of  paradife. 


The 


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The  Duty  of  Children  to  their  Pare  u, 

i     A  LL  honour,  reverence,  and  due  regard, 
_/\  My  fon  !    unto  thy  parents  ever  give : 
3Tis  God's  command  ! — and  thou,  for  thy  reward, 
Shalt,  through  his  Grace,  to  length  of  days  arrive* 

2  Do  thou  whatever  they  wou'd  have  thee  do, 
And  act  in  ev'ry  thing,  as  they  dcfire, 

To  all  their  orders  ftrict  obedience  fhow; 
So  they  no  fin,  nor  any  crime,  require. 

3  Receive  thy  father's  counfel  and  reproof — 
Receive  the  Precepts,  which  he  deigns  to  give — 
Receive  his  difcipline,  however  rough, 

And  thy  inftruction  at  his  hand  receive. 

4  If  dull,  if  blind,  if  mad,  if  full  of  fire 
And  fierce  impatience — if  to  dotage  gone, 
Pity  thy  aged  mother  and  thy  fire, 

And  bear  their  frailties,  as  a  duteous  fon. 

5  Shou'd  they  e'er  fall  to  poverty  and  need, 

And  not  have  means  enough  to  rind  them  bread, 
With  kind  indulgence  the  old  couple  feed  ; 
As  thee  they,  in  thy  helplefs  childhood,  fed. 

6  Take  thou  example  from  the  ftork,  that  feeds 
His  fire,  when  old,  and  to  him  fuccour  brings, 
Righting  his  neft,  and  fetching  what  he  needs, 
Or  foft'ring  him,  when  weak,  beneath  his  wings. 

7  Do  thou  a  lefTon  from  the  dolphins  draw, 
Which  help  their  parents,  when  by  age  o'erpow'r'd. 
And  guard  them,  when  they're  weak,  with  filial  awe. 
Left  they  by  other  fifli  fhou'd  be  devour'd. 

8  It  is  a  fhame  the  ions  of  men  fhou'd  be 
Worfe  than  the  rav'nous  flint' rers  of  the  air  j 
Nay,  worfe  than  e'en  the  fifhes  of  the  fea, 

To  thofe,  to  whom,  for  life.,  in  debt  they  are. 

P  2  9  If 


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9  If  thou  art,  by  thy  rank  or  office,  great — ■ 
However  high  thy  calling,  don't  neglect, 
( Though  they  be  mean,  and  of  a  low  eftate) 
To  give  thy  parents  honour  and  refpect. 

1 0  Though  Jofeph,  at  his  pleafure,  Egypt  fway'd, 
And  Jacob  by  the  famine,  then,  was  prefs'd, 
Yet  to  his  father  he  due  honour  paid, 
Howe'er  impovYifh'd,  and  howe'er  diftrefs'd. 

1 1  Though  Solomon,  then,  wore  the  Jewifri  crown, 
And  fat  in  flate  above  the  vaffal  crowd, 

Yet  from  his  throne  he  oft  defcended  down, 
And  to  his  mother  in  obeyfance  bow'd. 

12  Though  Chrift  was  God  as  well  as  man,  and  highe'r 
Than  all  our  race,  and  all  in  worth  outweigh'd  \ 
Yet,  to  his  mother  and  reputed  fire, 

He  proper  honour  and  obedience  paid. 

13  Though  thou  wert  made  a  duke,  thou  ftill  art  bound 
To  give  thy  parents,  howe'er  poor,  refpecl:  ; 

And  though  in  wealth  thou  vaftly  fhou'dft  abound, 
Thou  muft  not  them,  on  that  account,  neglect. 

14  Thy  father  is  thy  father  ftill,  tho'  poor, 
And  thou  his  fon,  although  a  lord  or  fquire  : 
Whilft  thou'rt  a  fon,  and  it  is  in  thy  pow'r, 
God  ties  thee  down  to  help  thy  humble  fire, 

1 5  When  in  thy  infancy  thoif  fcarce  cou'dft  move, 
And  hadft  not  meat  nor  drink,  nor  warm  array ; 
What  then  preferv'd  thee,  but  thy  mother's  love  ? 
Such  obligations,  how  canft  thou  repay  ? 

1 6  Long  in  her  womb  th'  uneafy  load  me  bore, 

And  with  her  blood  nine  months  fuftain'd  thee  there, 
Then  calm'd  thy  hunger  with  her  breads  fweet  ftore  ; 
Canft  thou  enough  reward  her  for  fuch  care  ? 

1 7  Full  many  a  night,  when  fick,  fhe  kindly  trie'd 
To  eafe  thy  pain,  although  her  fleep  flie  loft, 
And,  when  without  that  care  thou  muft  have  die'd, 
Still  in  her  arms,  'till  day-light,  gently  toft. 

18  Thy 


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1 8  Thy  parents  therefore  filially  revere, 

For  the  vaft  love  they  unto  thee  exprefs'd : 
The  weight  of  penury  ne'er  let  them  bear, 
Whilft  thou'rt  alive,  and  with  a  penny  blefs'd. 

19  For  the  refpect,  the  honour,  clothes,  and  meat, 
Thou  give'ft  thy  hoary  fire  in  his  diflrefs, 
Thy  fon  (hall  thee  with  equal  juftice  treat, 
When  palfie'd  age  thy  powers  fhall  opprefs. 

20  Shou'dft  thou  e'er  for  thy  father's  bed  prefume 
To  lay  a  hair-cloth  coverlet,  thy  fon 

Shall  keep  the  fame  in  fome  cold  outer-room 
For  thee,  before  thy  death,  to  lie  upon. 

2 1  The  ufage  thou  doft  give  thy  fire,  when  old, 
Shall  be  returned  to  thee,  if  thou  fhalt  live  •, 
His  grandfon  fhall  requite,  as  I've  been  told, 
The  fcanty  meafure  thou  to  him  didft  give, 

22  Be  therefore  to  thy  aged  parents  free, 
Be  good,  be  kind,  be  dutiful,  and  give 

To  them  whate'er  they  can  expe£t  from  thee, 
That  in  thy  turn  thou  may'ft  the  like  receive. 

23  Never  clandeflinely,  like  Efau,  wed, 
E'er  their  confent  thy  parents  freely  give  : 
God  never  bleffes  fuch  a  marriage- bed ; 
Or  'tis  a  chance  if  it  fhou'd  ever  thrive. 

24  With  difrefpe6t  their  counfcls  ne'er  requite, 
Nor  with  irreverence  their  checks  repay, 
Nor  ever  undervalue  them,  nor  flight ; 
But  earneilly  for  their  amendment  pray. 

25  Thy  father's  curfe,  left  thou  incur,  take  heed, 
It  ne'er  departed  from  Cham's  footy  race : 
For  Noah's  curfe  ftill  cleaves  unto  the  breed  ; 
You  fee  it  ftill  in  ev'ry  negro's  face. 

2  6  Becaufe  his  fire  he  offer' d  to  defpife, 

A  grievous  ftain  upon  Cham's  offspring  came  ± 
In  their  black  fkins  it  ftill  deep  rooted  lies, 
And  nothing  can  eradicate  the  fame. 

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27  Abfalom,  though  moft  beautiful  and  young, 
Was,  to  his  aged  fire,  and  king,  unkind: 
God  therefore  in  an  oak  the  rebel  hung, 
Whence  by  his  hair  he  dangled  in  the  wind. 

28  Then  to  thy  parents  (hew  all  due  regard, 
Afrift  them  both,  when  they  affiftance  need; 
So  God  mall  thee  with  length  of  days  reward, 
Where-ever  thou  may'ft  chufe  thy  life  to  lead  ! 

Things,  which  a  Perfon  ought  to  meditate  upon, 
on  the  LoRD's-day,  by  going  to  Church — and 
how  he  ought  to  demean  himfelf  there. 

1  'JPJ  Eflecl:  a  while,  whilft  yet  upon  the  road, 

JE\.  Where?  before  whom^hougo'ft1  on  what  defign! 
E'er  thou  arriveft  to  the  houfe  of  God  : 
Then  calmly  enter  to  that  place  divine. 

2  Thou  goeft  to  the'  Almighty's  own  abode, 
Before  the  greater!  Sovereign  to  appear, 
Thou  goeft  with  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
Upon  thy  knees,  a  conference  to  bear.' 

3  Thou  goeft  to  Jehovah's  facred  place, 

To  hear  the  language  of  thy  gracious  Lord, 
And  commune  with  him,  tho'  not  face  to  face, 
Yet  through  the  medium  of  his  bleffedword. 

4  Thou  goeft  to  confefs  thy  fins,  before 

Thy  God,  who  dwelleth  in  the  realms  above ; 

Thou  goeft  his  forgivenefs  to  implore, 

And  grace  and  ftrength,  thy  errors  to  remove. 

'5  Thou  goeft  help  and  pardon  to  implore, 
With  grace  and  abfolution  from  the  Lord, 
By  the  Prieft's  lips,  for  all  thou  did  ft  before, 
In  contradiction  to  his  holy  word. 

$  Thou  goeft  to  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  Sire, 
Who  promiies  each  needful  boon  to  grant, 
Which  thofe  corporeal  frames  of  our's  require, 
WiLn  ev'ry  grace  our  fmful  fouls  may  want. 

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7  Thou  goefl  to  applaud  th'  Almighty's  name, 
For  ev'ry  gift  which  he  vouchfate'ej  to  thee, 
Thou  goeft  his  encomiums  to  proclaim, 
Where  his  bleft  votaries  afiembled  be. 

8  Thou  goeft,  with  a  pleafure-blended  av/e, 
Chrift's  Golpel,  and  the  word  of  life,  to  hear, 
God's  will  reveal'd  from  heaven  in  the  law  ! 
Which  only  can  direct  a  Chriftian  there. 

9  Thou  go'ft  the  fhare  of  that  good  gift  to  gain, 
Which  God  does  of  his  own  free  will  befrow, 
To  make  the  way  wherein  thou  walked  plain, 
And  profper  cv'ry  thing  that  thou  malt  do. 

io  Go  therefore  to  the  houfe  of  God  with  giee, 
With  ardent  zeal  unto  his  temple  go, 
And  long  within  his  facred  courts  to  be, 
As  for  the  brook  of  Siloh,  longs  the  roe. 

1 1  Go  cheerfully,  go  joyoufly  to  pray, 

Go  boldly,  yet  with  av/eful  rev'rence  go, 

Go  fpeedily,  go  early  in  the  day, 

Go  with  fubmiflion  and  proltration  low. 

12  Go  to  the  temple  with  the  firft  that  come, 
And  be  not  idle,  whilft  thou  there  doit  wan . 
But  be  amongit  the  lafl  returning  home, 
And  do  the  work  of  God  without  dece 

13  Behave  not  there  with  liftlefs  indolence, 

But  do  thy  work,  whilft  life  endures,  with  care  ; 
For  curfed  is  the  man,  who  void  of  fenfe 
Performs  God's  work  without  refpect  or  fear. 

14  Low,  on  thy  bended  knees,  with  rev'rence  fall, 
Upon  heaven's  King  with  eager  accents  cry, 
With  importunity  unto  him  call, 

Nor,  if  a  Chriftian,  life  hypocrify. 

15  Receive  the  Goipel  with  a  ready  t&i 
And  in  thy  mind  the  precious 

Watch  it,  left  fable  fiends  the  i^A  llioif  d  fcx 
'Till  7t  has  produce'd  an  hundred  fold,  or  ir.ore. 

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i 6  Thine  eyes  from  roving  diligently  keep, 
And  hear  the  Gofpel,  or  devoutly  pray, 
But  neither  idly  chat,  nor  dully  fleep, 
Or  from  the  temple  quickly  hafte  away. 

1 7  The  righteous  Judge  no  hypocrite  can  bear, 
Who  wou'd  be  thought  the  Godhead  to  adore  5 
But  with  feign'd  fervices  and  in  fincere, 

1  reats  the- Almighty  and  Omnifcient  Pow'r. 

1 8  The  minifter  through  ev'ry  pray'r  attend, 
And  be  with  him  in  each  petition  join'd : 
Repeat  each  word  unto  the  very  end, 

In  perfect  unifon  of  voice  and  mind. 

19  Whene'er  he  preaches  the  celeflial  word. 
Fix  on  the  prieft  attentively  thine  eye; 
Let  all  his  words  be  in  thy  boiom  ftor'd, 
And  all  his  precepts  zealoufly  obey. 

20  Whene'er  he  preaches  the  infpired  word, 
See,  that  thou  turned  noc  thy  head  away : 
The  Gofpel  is  the  power  of  the  Lord, 
Which  leads  us  fafe  along  falvation's  way. 

2 1  Return  not  thoughtlefsly,  nor  fimply,  home, 
Before  the  fervice  of  the  day  be  done; 

Nor  e'er,  for  fear  of  fome  great  curfe,  preiume 
To  quit  the  church,  until  the  prieft  be  gone. 

22  Let  thy  demeanour  in  the  church  be  right, 
Let  it  be  Chnftian-like,  fincere,  and  free, 
As  if  thou  wertin  the  Almighty's  fight, 
And  ev'ry  angel  did  thy  actions  fee. 

Advice  to  prepare  ourfelves,    before  we 
come  to  worfhip  God  in  public. 

1  IPJULL  off  thy  fhoes,  and  make  thy  garments  white, 
JL      And  fanctify  thyfelf,  e'er  thou  doft  dare 
Approach  the  throne  of  the  dread  Sire  of  light 
In  his  own  houfe,  to  offer  up  thy  pray'r. 

2  Goad 


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2  Goad  up  thy  foul,  to  active  life  arife, 
Above  terreftrial  matters  nobly  foar, 

And  view  the'  invifible  with  Faith's  keen  eyes/ 
E'er  thou  addrefTeft  the  Almighty  Pow'r. 

3  When  thou,  my  foul !  before  thy  God  doft  come, 
How  vaft  the  diftance,  think!   'twixt  him  and  thee; 
And  to  approach  thy  Sove'reign  ne'er  prefume, 
But  with  fubmiffion,  on  thy  bended  knee. 

4  The  King  of  heav'n,  who  gave  the  angels  birth, 
The  God  of  vengeance,  and  the  Source  of  day, 
The  Judge  of  men,  and  Maker  of  the  earth, 

Is  he,  to  whom  thou  now  woud'ft  homage  pay  ! 

5  Come  then  with  rev'rence,  come  with  ardour,  near, 
With  holinefs  and  faith  his  prefence  gain, 
Before  the  Deity  w  ith  zeal  appear, 

And  thou  thy  bofom-wifhes  fhalt  obtain. 

6  Lift  up  thine  eye?,  and  fpread  thy  hands,  betimes, 
And  bend  thy  knees  with  fupplication  meek, 
Beat,  beat  thy  breaft,  repent  thee  of  thy  crimes, 
Confefs  thy  fins,  and  for  God's  favour  feek. 

7  Invoke  thy  heav'nly  Sire,  each  Hated  hour, 
Seek  thou  his  kingdom  and  his  righteoufnefs, 
In  his  Son's  name,  with  fpirit  and  with  pow'r, 
And  thou  fhalt  largely  all  the  reft  poffefs. 

8  Seek  thou  God's  glory,  in  the  foremoft  place, 
Seek,  next,  the  things  above  this  earthly  ball, 
Seek  then  with  zealous  earneftnefs  his  grace, 
Seek  all  thou  wanted,  thou  fhalt  have  it  all. 

9  Before  thou  to  the  temple  ent'reft  in, 

Be  fure  that  thou  with  upright  fleps  doft  come, 
Difmifs  each  bad  defign,  each  latent  fin, 
And  leave  each  worldly-minded  thought  at  home. 
io  As  faithful  Abraham,  e'er  he  went  to  pray 
Upon  the  mount,  did  leave  his  afs  behind ; 
So  ev'ry  man  fhou'd  caft  his  fins  away, 
And  each  prefumptuous  thought  fecurely  bind. 

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1 1  Mofes  himfelf  took  off  his  fhoes  to  pray, 
E'er  he  approach'd  the  radiant  Source  of  light; 
Do  thou,  like  him,  throw  ev'ry  vice  away, 
E'er  thou  appearefl  in  the  Godhead's  fight. 

12  Jofeph  array'd  him  in  a  decent  drefs, 
E'er  he  did  to  the  Egyptian  king  appear: 
Do  thou,  like  him,  prepare  thyfelf  no  lefs, 
E'er  thou  dofl  to  the  King  of  kings  draw  near. 

1 3  The  pious  Either  wafh'd  herfelf,  before 
She  by  the  Perfian  monarch  wou'd  be  feen: 
E'er  thou  approacheft  the  Almighty  Pow'r, 
Take  heed,  that  thou'rt  from  all  pollution  clean. 

14  Whenever  thou  doft  at  the  church  appear, 
Obferve,  how  pleafant  is  the  Lord's  abode  !■ 
When  there  thou  comeft,  come  with  aweful  fear, 
And  due  refpect,  before  the  Lord  thy  God. 

15  Fall  on  thy  bended  knees,  before  the  Lord, 
Before  him  in  his  courts  fubmiffive  bow, 
Nor  let  thy  lips  once  drop  a  fingle  word, 
E'er  thou  haft  prais'd  him  with  proflration  low. 

1 6  None  among  all  the  glorious  faints  above 
Prefume  to  laud  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies, 

'Till  they  their  crowns  do  from  their  heads  remove, 
And  fall  upon  their  knees  in  humble  wife. 

1 7  How  then  can  duft  and  afhes  e'er  prefume 
To  tread  his  courts  without  fubmiflion  due? 
Nay,  even  then,  when  they  to  worihip  come, 
And  for  forgivenefs  humbly  ought  to  fue  ? 

18  Our  Mailer  Jefus,  when  he  pray'd,  fell  low 
Upon  his  face,  before  his  glorious  Sire: 
Yet  fcarce  will  any  of  his  fervants  bow 

A  knee,  whatever  they  of  God  require. 

$9  The  greater  James  fo  oft  his  God  ador'd 
Upon  his  naked  knees,  that  they  at  lail 
(So  very  often  he  addrefs'd  the  Lord!) 
The  camel's  knees  in  calloufnefs  furpait 

20  Mofcs 


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20  Mofes  and  Aaron,  Jofhua  of  old, 

With  each  good  king,  that  rule'd  the  Jews  of  yore, 
And  ev'ry  prophet,  that  God's  will  foretold, 
Shew'd  us,  how  we  the  Godhead  fhou'd  aciore. 

21  When  thou  hafl  fallen  on  the  earth,  before 
Thy  Great  Creator,  with  all  due  relpect, 
His  gracious  aid  and  favour  to  implore, 

E'er  thou  doit  fpeak,  on  what  thou  fay  ft,  reflect. 

22  Daniel,  before  he  fpake  unto  the  king, 
Reflected  long  on  what  he  had  to  fay: 
So  ev'ry  man  fhou'd  due  reflexion  bring, 
E'er  he  prefumes  unto  his  God  to  pray. 

23  When  thou  haft  well  confider'd  what  to  fay, 
Thy  bofom  beat,  before  thou  do  ft  begin, 
Own  thine  unworthinefs,  and  humbly  pray 
For  pardon  and  remiffion  of  thy  fin. 

2,4  Cry  out  thus  to  him  with  a  heart  contrite, 
"  Let  me,  O  God!  thy  gracious  favour  gain, 
"  Though  I'm  unworthy  of  thy  favour  quite, 
"  Or  that  I  fhou'd  the  leaft  requeft  obtain." 

25  God  is  benign  to  all  that  beg  his  aid, 
To  ev'ry  one  that  afks,  he  freely  grants, 
He  gives  to  all,  and  never  does  upbraid, 
He  gives  abundantly,  to  each  that  wants. 

26  Whate'er  thou  afkeft,  that  thou'lt  have,  believe, 
Take  no  denial,  but  with  fervour  crave, 

And  what  thou  afkeft,  doubt  not  to  receive  : 
Urgently  afk,  and  thou  the  boon  fhalt  have. 

27  Doubt  not  thy  heavenly  Father's  pow'r,  or  will ; 
Who  gives  to  all,  will  freely  give  to  thee  : 

For  he  is  well-incline'd,  and  able  ftilJ, 
A  ready  aid,  and  bountifully  free  ' 


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A  Prayer  for  them,   who  go  to  worfhip 
God  in  public. 

i  fT"M-Jou  God  of  mercy !   Source  of  light  and  day ! 
X     Giver  of  grace,  and  ev'ry  ufeful  boon ! 
For  Jems'  fake,  O,  hear  us,  when  we  pray, 
»  And  grant  thy  people  their  petitions  foon. 

2  We  now  unto  thy  altar,  Lord!  draw  near, 
And  are  affembled  in  thy  aweful  fight : 

O,  may  we  there,  juft  as  we  ought,  appear! 
O,  give  us  pow'r  to  worfhip  thee  aright ! 

3  Our  folemn  meetings,  my  Creator,  blefs, 
To  ev'ry  foul  alacrity  impart, 

Our  meditations  profper  with  fuccefs, 
That  we  may  worfhip  thee  with  faithful  heart. 

4  O  !  place  our  fouls  in  apt  and  proper  frame, 
Make  us  all  ready  and  alert,  O  Lord  ! 

To  praife  and  glorify  thy  facred  name  ! 
And  hear  with  reverential  awe  thy  Word ! 

5  Prepare  our  hearts,  and  fanctify  each  thought, 
Quicken  our  zeal,  O  Lord !  increafe  our  love, 
That  we  a  due  demeanour  may  be  taught, 
And  worfhip  with  true  faith  the  God  above. 

6  Up-lift  our  hearts,  our  fluggifh  minds  up-lift, . 
Our  cold  affeftions  with  thy  grace  inflame, 

Fix  thou  our  thoughts,  and  for  each  gracious  gift 
Teach  our  mute  lips  to  magnify  thy  name. 

7  Tear  from  our  hearts  each  vile  and  bad  defign, 
And  fuffer  not  our  thoughts  to  wander  far, 
Make  us  with  profit  hear  thy  word  divine, 
And  with  warm  zeal  to  offer  up  each  pray'r. 

2  Let  thy  blefs'd  Spirit  teach  us  all  to  pray 
With  ardent  zeal,  and  vehement  defire, 
That  thou  may'ft  lend  an  ear  to  all  we  fay, 
And  give  us  whatfoever  we  require. 

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9  Place  thou  thy  fingers  on  our  ears,  O  Lord ! 
That  we  may  hear  thy  Gofpel,  as  we  ought, 
Enable  us  to  underfland  thy  Word, 
And  to  apply  aright,  what  we  are  taught : 

10  And  when  we've  conn'd  and  underftood  it  well, 
Empower  us  to  do  it,  as  we  ought, 
Empower  us  to  praftife  it  with  zeal, 

'Till  it  a  large  return  of  fruit  has  brought. 

1 1  Do  thou,  O  Lord  !  our  parifh-paftor  blefs, 

That  he,  with  knowledge  grace  andpow'r,  may  preach 
The  Word  of  Life,  and  with  defire'd  fuccefs, 
Thy  fervants  from  the  facred  Gofpel  teach. 

12  Enlighten  thou  his  mind  and  thoughts,  O  Lord, 
Inflame  his  heart,  his  tongue  with  knowledge  fill, 
That  he  may  properly  divide  thy  word 

To  all,  according  to  thy  holy  will : 

13  That  we  thereby  may,  from  the  fhades  of  death, 
Be  brought  to  light  and  comfort's  fweet  abode, 
From  the  dark  dungeons  of  the  pow'rs  beneath 
Unto  the  fold,  and  kingdom  of  our  God. 

14  Make  thou  his  fermons  fruitful  in  each  mind, 
Make  us  digeft  them  with  an  ardent  zeal, 
Make  us  unto  his  perfon  well-inclin'd, 

If,  as  he  ought,  he  labours  for  our  weal. 

15  Do  thou,  on  him  and  us,  thy  bleffings  fhow'r, 
Do  thou  make  pure,  and  fa  notify  each  heart, 
Do  thou  inftru6t  us  by  thy  grace  and  pow'r, 
That  each  may,  as  he  fhou'd,  perform  his  part ! 

A   Preparation   for   the  holy  Com- 
munion. 

1  1      ET  ev'ry  Chriftian,  who  wou'd  chufe  to  know 
I  j   How  he  fhou'd  to  God's  bleffed  table  go, 
Theie  precepts  learn,  and  in  his  mem'ry  bear, 
E'er  rafhly  he  prefumes  to  venture  there. 

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2  E'er  to  the  altar  you  abruptly  go, 
Confider  well,   what  you're  about  to  do, 
And  meditate  on  that  myflerious  cheer, 
Which  you  are  foon  to  be  refrefh'd  with,  there. 

3  It  is  not  at  the  feaft  of  fome  great  lord, 
Or  at  an  emperor's  tyrannic  board, 
That  you  are  fpeedily  about  to  eat 

A  food,  which  is  than  manna  much  more  fweet, 

4  More  fweet  than  manna,  if  with  faith  fincere, 
You  at  Chrift's  facred  table  mall  appear, 
But  worfe  than  poifon  far,  if  void  of  grace, 
You,  Judas-like,  approach  that  holy  place. 

5  Receive  it  then,  as  it  deferves,  be  fure, 
With  Chriitian  decency  and  morals  pure, 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  fanclity  of  mind, 
With  perfect  Charity  for  all  mankind. 

6  Take  heed  left,  full  of  fin,  you  madly  run 

To  Chrift's  blefs'd  table — fuch  a  rafhnefs  fhun  ; 
Left  you  damnation  for  your  pains  obtain, 
Where  others  mercy  and  falvation  gain. 

7  Remember  well,  what  purity  of  mind  ! 
What  care  !  what  preparation  !  God  enjoin'd, 
E'er  Ifrael  was  permitted  erft  to  tafte 

The  pafchal  lamb,  or  touch  that  bleft  repaft. 

8  Remember  too,  how  at  that  aweful  fcene 
Our  blefled  Saviour  wafh'd  his  fervants  clean, 
And  wipe'd  with  his  own  hands  each  happy  gueft, 
E'er  he  fhou'd  tafte  of  that  celeftial  feaft. 

9  O  come  not  near  the  table  of  the  Lord, 
Defile'd  by  luft,  or  any  crime  abhorr'd, 
E'er  you  are  fully  cleans'd  from  ev'ry  fault 

And  filthy  ftain,  wherewith  your  fouls  were  fraught! 

10  Caft  out  all  (in,  and  ev'ry  foul  deceit — 

Caft  out  wrath,  envy,  drunkennefs  and  hate — 
Caft  pride,  and  each  fallacious  art,  away  ; 
For  Chrift  will  never  with  fuch  inmates  flay. 

11  Re- 


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ii  Remember  how  the  Devil,  fatal  gueft  I 
Erft  cnter'd  Judas's  un hallo w'd  bread, 
When  he  receiv'd  the  fop,    and  rafhly  eat, 
Though  plunge'd  in  fin,  the  confecrated  meat. 

1 2  Do  thou  beware,  left  this  befal  to  thee, 

(What  once  has  been,  thou  know'ft,  again  may  be  !) 
If,  to  the  Eucharift,  thou  fhou'dft  prefume 
Laden  with  fins,  and  unprepare'd,  to  come. 

1 3  Keep  the  Corinthians  ever  in  thy  mind, 
Who  erft  with  feveral  difeafes  pine'd, 
Becaufe  they  unprepare'd  and  rafhly  went, 
Without  due  thought,  unto  the  facrament. 

14  Take  heed,  left  thou  thyfelf  fhou'dft  e'er  draw  near 
To  that  bleft  board,  without  a  pious  fear: 
Reflect  w»hat  aweful  viands  on  it  lie  ; 

Left  thou  for  thy  temerity  fhou'dft  die. 

15  Examine  well  thyfelf — be  fully  fure 

Thy  heart  is  perfectly  fincere,  and  pure — 
That  thou  haft  quite  repented  of  each  fault, 
And  art  with  faith,  hope,  charity,  well  fraught. 

16  Condemn  thyfelf  without  the  leaft  deceit, 
Left  God  thy  condemnation  fhou'd  complete, 
And,  if  thou  doft  in  ought  deficient  live, 
Beg  thou  of  God  to  grant  it,  or  forgive. 

17  Four  things  are  abfolutely  requifite, 

For  ev'ry  one  that  wou'd  receive  aright 

True  Chriftian  faith — Repentance  unconfin'd 

Love  univerfal — and  a  thankful  mind. 

1  8  No  one  can  fafely  be  without  the  leaft 
Of  thofe,  who  goes  to  that  celeftial  feaft  : 
Whoe'er,   without  them,  eats  that  hallow'd  food, 
From  his  prefumption  can  expect  no  good. 

1 9  A  proper  faith  is  neceifary,  firft, 

To  own  that  Chrift,  upon  the  crofs  accurft, 

Himfelf  a  facrifice  for  finners  gave, 

That  by  his  furPrings  he  the  world  might  fave. 

20  Faith 


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20  Faith  does  that  pardon,  with  it's  fruits,  obtain, 
Which  Chrift  for  us  did  by  his  paffion  gain  ; 
And,  in  the  fupper  he  fo  freely  gives, 

Faith,  Chrift  with  all  his  righteoufhefs  receives. 

2 1  Chrift  is  not  food,  to  glut  the  paunch  defign'd, 
Or  for  the  ftomach  and  the  teeth  to  grind, 

But  the  foul's  hunger  fully  to  allay, 
Thro'  ardent  faith,  in  a  myfterious  way. 

22  None  in  the  fpirit  can  enjoy  the  Lord, 
Nor  eat  his  body  at  the  bleffed  board, 
Unlefs  he's  of  that  lively  faith  pofTeft, 
Which  hTues  from  the  contrite  finner's  breaft. 

23  It,  from  the  Gofpel,  is  exceeding  plain, 
That  Chrift  does  in  the  realms  above  remain, 
And  that  no  mortal  can  his  body  eat, 

But  as  a  myftic,  immaterial  meat. 

24  Faith  therefore  all,  to  gain  their  Saviour,  need, 
Faith  all  muft  have,  their  famifh'd  fouls  to  feed. 
Faith  all  muft  have,  to  elevate  their  heart; 

If,  in  their  Saviour,  they  wou'd  have  a  part. 

25  Chrift  is  a  food,  for  hungry  fouls  defign'd, 
Chrift  is  a  food,  to  feed  each  faithful  mind, 
Chrift  is  a  food,  that  muft  thro'  faith  be  eat, 
Chrift  is  a  fpiritual  and  mental  treat ! 

2  6  Whene'er  thou  eateft  this  celeftial  bread, 
In  fad  remembrance  of  thy  mafter  dead, 
Lift  up,  above  this  wicked  world  thy  heart, 
That  thou,  thro'  faith,  in  Chrift  may 'ft  have  a  part. 

27  Repentance,  next  to  faith,  muft  be  obtain'd 
From  ev'ry  fin  wherewith  thy  foul  is  ftain'd.. 
With  refolution  to  amend  each  day, 

And  from  thy  former  faults  to  turn  away. 

28  Repent  thou  truly,  with  a  heart  fincere, 
And  for  thy  fins  ihed  many  a  briny  tear, 
Nor  dare  the  table  of  the  Lord  attend, 

E'er  thou  repented,  left  thou  fhou'dft  offend. 

29  Caft 


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29  Caft  out  the  dregs,  and  keep  thy  body  pure, 
Nor  in  a  calk  unfweet  thy  wine  fecure, 
Left  it  Ihou'd  fret,  and  force  a  paflage  out. 
And  from  the  riven  vcffci  fly  about. 

30  Nor  Father,  Lamb,  or  Dove,  will  e'er  remain, 
Where  hate,  and  gloomy-minded  malice  reign : 
Then  make  thy  veffel  clean,  if  thou  wou'dfl  tafte 
Thy  Saviour's  flefh,  and  fhare  the  fweet  repaft. 

3 1  Difgorge  thy  fullbme  load,  conceal  thy  fhame, 
All  trifling  talk,  and  vain  purfuits  difclaira, 
Supprefs  thy  wanton  heat,  thy  temper  rein, 
Amend  thy  life,  from  idlenefs  refrain. 

32  Wafh  thou  thy  hands  in  innocence,  thy  foul 
In  righteoiifneis,  in  charity,  thy  whole: 

So  fhall  the  man  entire,  from  head  to  heei, 
Receive  his  Saviour,  and  his  influence  feel. 

33  Love  juftice,  and  fobriety  purfue, 
Ufe  purity  and  holinefs,  indue 

The  robe  of  perfect  love,  and  let  no  (lain, 
However  flight,  defile  thy  foul  again. 

^4  Let  not  things  holy  e'er  be  hurl'd  to  dogs, 
Nor  precious  pearls  be  flung  to  filthy  hogs, 
Nor  manna  to  a  dirty  difli  confign'd, 
Nor  the  communion  to  an  impious  mind  : 

35  But,  in  a  golden  pot,  thy  manna  place, 
Chrift's  body  with  the  fined  linen  grace, 
In  a  clean  cask  thy  gen'rous  wines  fecure, 
And  the  communion  in  a  heart  that's  pure. 

36  The  third  thing  requifite,  which  thou  mull  get, 
E'er  thou  doll  eat,  is  charity  complete : 
Ill-will,  or  fpite,  to  no  man  thou  may'll  bear, 
Whether,  thy  friend  or  foe,  from  far,  or  near, 

37  Love  is  the  banner  by  Chrift's  fervants  fhown, 
Whereby  they  are  from  any  other's  known; 
And  'tis  by  love  (as  men  by  liv'ry  coats) 
That  Chrift  diftinguifhes  his  iheep,  from  goats : 

Q^  38  For 


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38  For  Chrift  will  not  permit  that  any  gueft 
Shou'd  e'er  partake  of  his  celeftial  feaft, 
Who  has  not  a  fincere  and  guiltlefs  mind, 
That  is  in  charity  with  all  mankind. 

39  Though  of  a  thoufand  gifts  thou  wert  pofTeft, 
Thou  malt  not  be  to  Chrift  a  welcome  gueft  j 
But  all  thofe  gifts  will  be  of  no  avail, 

If  thou  in  perfect  charity  fliou'dft  fail. 

40  In  love  unfeign'd  with  all  thy  neighbours  live, 
With  all  thy  heart  thine  enemies  forgive, 
And  if  a  wrong  to  any  thou  haft  done, 

Be  reconciled,  or  let  thy  work  alone. 

4 1  Take  heed,  and  come  not  to  the  feaftof  Chrift, 
Unlefs  from  fpite  and  malice  you  defift; 

Left  Satan  with  the  bread  fhou'd  enter  in, 
And  fill  you  full  of  ev'ry  filthy  fin. 

42  Learn  of  the  adder,  though  a  worm,  to  caft 
Each  pois'nous  paflion  from  thy  breaft  in  hafte, 
E'er  to  approach  God's  altar  thou  doll  dare ; 

Left  thofe  fierce  pafiions  fhou'd  deftroy  thee,  there  : 

43  For  as  fome  fay,  who  have  the  action  ken, 
The  adder  lays  her  poifon  on  the  green, 
Before  me  quenches  at  the  ftream  herthirft; 
Left  flie  fhou'd  by  th'  envenom'd  potion  burft. 

44  So  caft  all  anger  from  thy  bofom  quite, 
All  envy,  rage,  malevolence,  and  fpite, 

Or  elfe,  like  wild  and  furious  beafts,  they  will 
Without  diftinclion  their  own  Keepers  kill. 

45  If  thefe  three  virtues,  "  faith,  repentance,  love,** 
Adorn  thy  foul,  thou  fhalt  moil  welcome  prove-, 
Thou  then  may'ft  go,  and  be  thy  mafter's  gueft  j 
For  Chrift  himfelf  invites  thee  to  his  feaft. 

46  Think,  when  thou  fee'ft  the  Frieft  divide  the  bread, 
And  view'ft  the  wine  into  the  chalice  fhed, 

Think,  how  the  fpear  transfix'd  thy  Saviour's  fide, 
And  how  his  heart,  pour'd  out  it's  crimfon  tide ! 

47  When 


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47  When  bread  and  wine,  juft  hallow'd  at  the  board, 
Thou  doft  receive,  receive  in  thought  the  Lord, 
Receive  him  in  thy  heart  with  mind  fincere, 

And  fully  feaft  thy  foul  upon  him,  there. 

48  We  mafticate  him  not,  (when  Chrilt  we  eat) 

Nor  turn  him  down  our  throats,  like  common  meat : 
But  'tis  by  faith,  and  by  a  thankful  heart 
Alone,  that  we  in  Chriil  can  have  a  part. 

49  Lift  up  thy  mind,  and  foar  above  the  skies^ 
And  look  at  CnriM  with  fupplicating  eyes, 
Reflect  what  then  he  did  and  felt  for  thee, 
Whilll:  for  thy  fins  he  hung  upon  the  tree. 

50  Believe  that  Chriil,  when  nail'd  unto  the  tree, 
For  thee  was  facnfice'd,  and  die'd  for  thee  ! 
Believe  that  he,  to  buy  thy  foul,  did  bleed  : 
'Tis  then!  'tis  thus,  thou  eateft  Chrifr.  indeed! 

51  But  fhou'dft  thou  ask,  what  good  can  thence  arifc3 
Or  in  the  facrament,  what  profit  lies, 

Shou'dft  thou  receive  it  with  a  Chriftian  mind, 
True  faith,  and  charity  for  all  mankind  ? 

52  Why!    Chnft  to  thee,  there,  abfolution  gives, 
And  freely  all  thy  fumlefs  fins  forgives, 

An  abfolution,  by  thy  (£od  made  good — 
An  abfolution,  feal'd  with  ChrifVs  beft  blood ! 

53  Pardon  and  life,  are  thence,  to  thee  fupply'd, 
With  comfort,  health,  and  ev'ry  gift  befide, 
He  gives  his  fpirit,  with  each  grace  divine, 
And  he  himfelf,  with  all  his  gifts,  is  thine. 

54  He  makes  thee  all  his  mighty  bleffings  fhare, 
Such  bleflmgs,  as  no  language  can  declare! 
He  will,  in  fpirit,  in  thy  heart  remain, 

And,  if  thou'rt  grateful,  there  will  ever  reign. 

55  He  feeds  thy  fainty  foul  with  fat'ning  food, 
With  his  own  body^and  his  precious  blood, 
And  gives  thee  his  bleft  Spirit  from  on  high, 
As  a  fure  pledge  of  immortality  ! 

Q^2  56  HOW 


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56  How  art  thou  bound  fuch  goodnefs  to  applaud, 
And  fing  the  praifes  of  thy  Saviour-God, 
Who  made  thee  of  his  glorious  fupper  eat, 

An  entertainment  with  each  good  replete  ? 

57  O,  what  returns  canft  thou  to  Him  e'er  make, 
For  all  He  did  or  fuffer'd  for  thy  fake 

To  Him — who  fed  thy  foul  with  heavenly  food  ■■■ 
With  His  own  body,  and  molt  precious  blood  ? 

58  Then  be  not  fuch  a  brute,  the  church  to  leave, 
Where  thou  fo  lately  didft  fuch  food  receive, 
E'er  thou  thy  thanks  haft  to  thy  Saviour  paid 
With  grateful  mind,  for  his  celeftial  aid. 

59  Chrift,  even  barley  bread  wou'd  never  eat, 
Much  lefs  more  delicate  and  fav'ry  meat, 
Before  He  thank'd  his  Sire — nor  wou'd  forget, 
Where-e'er  he  was,  to  pay  that  bounden  debt. 

60  How  can'ft  thou  then  prefume  the  Lord  to  eat, 
And  feed  on  Chrift,  the  very  firft  of  meat ! 
Yet  never  for  the  boon  thy  thanks  impart, 

Thy  bounden  thanks e'en  from  thy  very  heart  ? 

61  Nor  yet  invite  heav'n,  earth,  and  man  to  join 
The  Seraphim,  and  all  the  hofts  divine, 

To  celebrate  with  thee  the  Lord  above 
For  his  immenfe  benevolence  and  love  ? 

A  Prayer   to  be  faid  before  receiving  of 
the  Sacrament. 

1     /^\  Lord  !  who  gracioufly  waft  mov'd 
V^/  To  give  us  Chrift,  thy  beft-belov'd, 
To  be  for  our  tranfgreffions  flain, 
And  fouls  defponding  to  fuftain  I 

1  O  give  me  grace  with  pious  care, 
Like  a  good  Chriftian  to  prepare, 
That  I,  by  faith,  may  eat  Ch rift's  flefli, 
And  on  the  Lord  my  foul  refrefh  1 

3  O 


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3  O  make  my  heart  and  conference  clear, 
And  make  my  vefTel  ftill  appear 
Quite  pure,  and  purge'd  from  ev'ry  fin, 
That  Chrift  may  freely  enter  in  ! 

4  Strengthen  my  faith,  my  hopes  improve, 
Inflame  my  bread  with  perfect  love, 
My  body  cleanfe,  my  fpirit  guide, 
That  Chrift  may  in  my  heart  refide  ! 

5  Lift  thou  my  thoughts  up  to  the  Ikies, 
Where  my  Redeemer  Jefus  lies, 

My  foul  let  him,  thro'  faith,  fuftain, 
That  I  jmay  grace  from  Him  obtain. 

6  Perfuade  me  that  there  is  from  heaven 
A  pardon  to  all  finners  given, 

And  that  I,  for  Chrift's  fufferings  fake, 
Shall  of  his  wond'rous  works  partake. 

7  Make  me  believe,  that  he  will  reign, 
And  in  my  bofom  ftill  remain, 
And  that  His  fpirit  from  my  heart 
Will  never,  'till  my  death,  depart. 

8  O  let  me  not,  like  any  brute, 
The  temple  of  my  God  pollute, 
But  ever  keep  the  facred  fcene, 
Where  he  vouchfafes  to  fojourn,  clean. 

9  O  make  me  chant,  both  day  and  night, 
His  praifes  forth  with  all  my  might, 
And  may  He  ev'ry  hour  be  bleft, 

For  the  good  cheer  found  at  his  feaft  ! 

STANZA'S  concerning  fome  Persons  and 
Things,  that  are  mentioned  in  the  Holv 
Scriptures. 

i  TTyROM  Adam's  lapfe,  this  ufeful  leffon  learn, 
J/     "  As  the  leaft  fin,  there's  nothing  cofts  fo  much" 
Thence,  too,  the  danger  thou  may 'ft  well  difcerh, 
"All  thinss  forbidden  by  the  Lord,  to  touch." 

Q^3  2  Old 


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2  Old  Eve,  by  her  offence  and  fatal  crime, 
Has  thrown  a  powerful  warning  in  thy  way  -9 
That  thou  fhou'd'ft  never  dare  at  any  time, 
Satan,  before  the'  Almighty,  to  obey. 

.  3  If  Adam  met  with  fo  fevere  a  doom, 
Who  only  did  a  fmgle  apple  eat ; 
Think  thou,  what  they  muft  fuffer,  who  prefume 
To  live  entirely  on  fo,  bidden  meat ! 

4  How  dange'rous  is  the  fruit,  whofe  acid  juice 
•Corrodes  the  teeth  of  all  the  human  race  ? 
Be  thou  not  one  of  thofe,   my  fon,  who  chufe 
To  feed  on  fruits  like  them,  in  any  caie. 

5  Had  not  our  bleffed  Saviour  been  fo  kind, 
To  fuffer  death  for  us  upon  the  crofs  -, 

The  world  had,    for  that  fault,  been  all  confin'd 
In  Hell,  and  none  cou'd  have  repair'd  the  lofs. 

6  The  dragon,  though  fo  dange'rous,   never  dread, 
But  in  the  woman's  promised  feed  confide, 
Who  has  already  bruis'd  his  baneful  head, 
Pluck'd  out  his  fling,  and  low'r'd  his  crefted  pride. 

7  If  the  oldferpent  has  transfix'd  thy  foul 

With  fin5s  keen  fling,  thou'rt  gone  beyond  refource. 
Or  nothing  in  the  world  can  make  thee  whole, 
'Till  to  the  braz.  n  One  thou  hail  recourfe. 

8  Old  Adam  for  a  fingle  apple  lofl 

The  blifsful  fcenes  of  ancient  paradife, 
Take  heed,  left  thou  the  New  One,  to  thy  coft, 
Should' ft  for  fuch  trifles  iofe,  if  thou  art  wife, 

9  Whoe'er,  like  Cain,  with  a  felonious  heart, 
Shall  evil  do  .  (for  fo  the  fcriptures  teach) 
Evil  fhall  never  from  his  houfe  depart, 
Until  God's  vengeance  fhall  the  culprit  reach. 

jo  Left  thou,  like  Cain,  that  murderer  of  yore  ! 

Shou'dft  fhed  a  guiltlefs  perlbn's  blood,  take  heed  : 
Whoever  fheds  his  fellow  creature's  gore, 
Shall  furely  by  his  fellow  creatures  bleed. 

ii  Commit 


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1 1  Commit  no  murder  in  the  gloom  of  night ; 
Juft  Abel's  murder  God  himlelf  reveal'd  : 
He  will  in  public  all  thy  crimes  requite  -, 
Though  by  the  veil  of  folitude  conceald. 

12  Thy  life  with  Abel's  innocence  adorn, 
Fear  God,  and  often  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  offer  on  thy  knees,  both  night  and  morn, 
To  Him  the  conftant  facrifice  of  pray'r. 

13  And  when  thy  off 'ring's  to  the  altar  brought, 
Be  it  the  belt  and  choicer!:  in  it's  kind  : 

The  Godhead  hates,  or  is  not  pleas'd  with  ought 
That's  wan  and  weak,  or  either  halt  or  blind. 

14  If  thou  an  offering  dofl  freely  make, 
God  will  as  readily  the  fame  receive  : 
But  he  will  never  that  oblation  take, 
Which  thou  doft  not  with  real  pleafure  give. 

15  Though  all  the  world  were  grown  reluctant  quite 
To  ferve  the  Omnipotent,  and  ceas'd  to  pray  : 
Do  thou,  like  Enos,  all  the  World  excite 

To  worfhip  God  without  the  lead  delay. 

16  Exhort  them  all  to  ferve  the  Lord  their  God  ; 
'Tis  each  true  Chriftian's  duty,  to  do  fo  : 
Proclaim  his  might,  his  praifes  fpread  abroad, 
And  thou  to  his  eternal  joys  fhalt  go. 

j  j  Walk  thou,  like  Enoch,  with  the  Lord  moft  high, 
His  footfteps  trace,  and  imitate  his  ways : 
Remember  too  that  his  all-feeing  eye 
Thy  ev'ry  act,  nay  ev'ry  thought,  furveys. 

1 8  To  Enoch,  what  a  recompence  was  given 
For  his  devotion,  pioufly  obferve ! 

E'er  death  he  faw,  he  went  direct  to  heaven  : 
Who  wou'd  not  then  fo  good  a  mailer  ferve  ? 

19  From  Enoch's  ftory  thefe  three  truths  are  plain — 

Firft,  that  thy  precious  foul  fhall  never  die 

Next,  that  thy  body  fhall  be  rais'd  again 

Laft,  that  rewards  await  the  juft  on  high. 

Q^4  20  Commit 


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20  Commit  no  fin,  for  though  in  private  done, 
God  will  foon  bring  the  fecret  crime  to  light  : 
But  always  live,  as  if  each  act  was  known 
To  Him,  and  thou  wert  always  in  his  fight. 

2 1  Though  thou  wert  with  a  giant's  ftrength  endue'd, 
God,  when  hepleafes,  can  thy  pride  fubdue, 

'    And  make  thee  foon  each  creeping  infect's  food, 
Jf  thou  vvilt  ftill  the  paths  of  vice  purfue. 

22  If  from  the  flood  the  giants  cou'd  not  run, 
Nor  from  the  wate'ry  vengeance  erfl  retire  : 
How  can  the  prefent  pigmy  race  e'er  ihun 
The  inundation  of  o'erwhelming  fire  ? 

23  However  vile  the  world  be  all  around, 
However  numerous  the  finful  crew, 
In  thy  Creator's  fight  be  perfect  found, 
And  Noah's  pattern  all  thy  life  purfue. 

24  The  cuftom  of  the  vulgar  crowd  efchew, 
Who  rufh  to  fin,  as  faft  as  e'er  they  can : 
Better  bis  fteps,  though  fingle,  to  purfue, 
Who  fears  his  God,  and  has  refpect  to  man. 

25  How  odious  all  Adult'ry  is,  obferve ! 
How  hateful  fin  is  in  the  fight  of  God  ! 
Since  nothing  lefs,  to  punim  it,  wou'd  ferve 
Than  that  wide  deluge,  which  the  world  o'erflow'd. 

26  If  thou,  like  holy  Noah,  canft  be  pure, 

And  canft  perfection,  like  that  patriarch's  boaft : 
Like  Noah,  thou  ialvation  malt  fecure, 
While  all  the  reft,   beyond  redrefs,   are  loft. 

27  Better  it  is  that  patriarch's  fteps  to  trace, 

With  faith,  perfection,  and  each  virtue  crown'd, 
Than  'tis  the  world's  vile  maxims  to  embrace, 
And  with  the  vicious  multitude  be  drown'd. 

28  Whilft  'tis  the  time  of  grace,  conftruct  thine  ark, 
E'er  yet  the  deluge  covers  all  the  ftrand  : 

It  is  by  much  too  late  to  build  a  bark, 
When  th'  inundation  overwhelms  the  land. 

29  Better 


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29  Better  by  far  it  is,  upon  the  whole, 
Safely  with  Noah  in  the  ark  to  keep, 
Than  in  a  fea  of  vices  to  plunge  one's  foul, 
Loft  with  the  crowd  in  the  unfathom'd  deep. 

30  Whene'er  thou  doft  the  rainbow's  curve  furvey, 
God's  facred  covenant  recall  to  mind : 

His  mighty  deeds  it's  glorious  beams  difplay, 
For-ever  merciful,  for-ever  kind ! 

3 1  Reflect  with  awe  upon  it's  changeful  hue ! 
Azure  and  red,  are  it's  prevailing  dies  : 
The  watry  deluge,  was  the  azure-blue, 

In  fie'ry-red,  the  future  judgement  lies. 

32  When  both  the  horns  of  this  celeftial  bow 
Are  bent  to  earth,  without  a  fhaft  or  firing, 

It  is  defign'd  that  happy  peace  to  mow,  [King. 

Which  reigns,  thro'  Chrift,  'twixt  man  and  heav'n's 

21  Beware  of  Satan,  and  his  latent  nets, 

When  void  of  care,  and  mod  at  eafe,  at  home  : 
Thy  fteps,  like  Noah's,  hourly  he  befets, 
And  flily  waits  the  moment  to  o'ercome. 

34  Tho'  Noah  cou'd  not,  to  aduk'ry's  net, 
By  Satan  in  his  youthful  days  be  brought ; 
Yet  in  a  fatal  hour  fuccefs  he  met, 
And  in  his  toils  the  hoary  drunkard  caught. 

25  Shou'dft  thou  in  fome  Gomorrah  chance  to  fta\\ 
Where  drunken nefs  and  fornication  reign  ; 
Like  Lot,  from  their  vile  converfe  hafte  away, 
Left  their  pollutions  fhou'd  thy  morals  ftain. 

36  Shou'dft  thou  the  town,  where  thou  doft  fojoum,  fee, 
Sin  againft  God  at  an  enormous  rate: 

Like  Lot  from  Sodom  and  it's  confines  flee, 
Before  the  ftorm  deicends  upon  thy  pate. 

37  Better  it  is  upon  a  defert  plain 

To  be  with  Lot,  or  in  a  cavern'd  rock, 
Than  in  a  finful  Sodom  to  remain, 
Expofe'd,  like  it,  to  fuch  a  dreadful  fhock. 


35  Who 


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38  Who,  whilft  in  Sodom,  kept  himfelf  fo  well, 
So  free  from  ev'ry  fault,  as  holy  Lot  ? 

Yet,  in  a  cave,  thro'  drunkennefs  he  fell, 
And  there  his  former  principles  forgot. 

39  Tho'  thou  haft  'fcape'd  from  vice's  dang'rous  fnare, 
And  ne'er  didft  in  Gomorrah's  flews  appear, 

Of  fin's  affaults  in  thy  own  houfe  beware, 
When  none  befides  thy  bofom-friends  are  near. 

40  If  thou  haft  once  the  luck,  the  fire  to  fhun, 
And  art  unhurt  from  flaming  Sodom  come  : 
Take  heed,  left  thou  a  fecond  time  ihou'dft  run 
To  equal  danger  for  thy  fins  at  home. 

41  If  thou  from  Sodom  haft  the  luck  to  fly, 
Return  not  there  by  any  means  again : 

Lot's  wife,  becaufe  fhe  backward  glance'd  her  eye, 
Was  turn'd  to  fait  upon  the'  adjacent  plain. 

42  Open  thine  eyes,  look  round,  and  trembling  own, 
That  fin's  feverely  punifh'd  by  the  Lord : 

Since  he  upon  Gomorrah's  luftful  town 

A  dreadful  ftorm  of  fire  and  brimftone  fhow'r'd.    . 

43  Ah  me  ! — how  loud  is  vice's  yelling  noife, 
Dinning  the  Godheads  ears  both  night  and  day! 
No  refpite  knows  her  never-ceafing  voice, 

'Till  God  with  vengeance  mail  her  crimes  repay ! 

44  How  foul,  how  fatal,  were  the  monftrous  crimes, 
Which  brought  perdition  upon  Sodom's  race  ! 
The  diftricl  ftinks  e'en  to  the  prefent  times, 

And  fmoke  and  fulph'rous  fleams  flillmark  the  place ! 

45  Never  an  angred  father's  curfe  deferve  ; 

Ham  and  his  feed  cou'd  ne'er  wipe  out  the  flain ; 
It's  lafting  marks  the  Negroes  ftill  preferve, 
And  in  their  skins  it  ever  will  remain. 

46  Like  Shem,  the  foibles  of  thy  Sire  conceal, 
With  filial  piety  his  errors  hide ; 

Nor  when  his  fnowy  locks  his  years  reveal, 
Like  Canaan  the  uncover'd  fot  deride. 

47  With 


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47  With  laudable  refpect  thy  mother  grace, 
Ana  pay  her  all  ih'  obedience  that's  her  due  ; 
On  thy  right  hand  the  honourd  matron  place, 
As  royal  Solomon  was  wont  to  do. 

48  Never  in  any  work  employ  thy  hand, 
To  whate'er  place  thou  traveller!:  abroad-, 
Before,  like  Abraham,  in  the  foreign  land 
Thou  rear'ft  an  altar,  to  adore  thy  God, 

49  Believe  each  Word  the  Lord  thy  God  has  fpoke, 
For  it  is  perfect,  ftrictly  true,  and  pure  : 

The  heav'ns  and  earth  fhall  pafs  away,  like  fmoke , 
But  that  forever  mall,  each  jot,  endure. 

50  Where-e'er  the  Lord  thy  God  commands  thee,  go, 
His  dictates  with  alacrity  obey, 

Whate'er  thou  dolt,  like  Abraham,  quickly  do, 
And  his  behelts  perform  without  delay. 

51  Offer  thy  Son,  fhou'd  God  that  task  require, 
And  circumcifion  with  refpect  receive, 
Abjure  the  idols  of  thy  pagan  fire, 

And  at  God  s  nod  thy  native  country  leave. 

52  From  Ifaac  meeknefs  and  fubmiflion  gain, 
From  him,  whatever  happens,  learn  to  bear: 
So  malt  thou  favour  from  mankind  obtain, 
And  always  live  in  thy  Creator's  fear. 

$1  Beware,  left  thou  defile  thy  fpoufe's  bed, 
Be  pleas'd  with  her,  that  is  already  thine  % 
As  Ifaac  erft  was  pleas'd  with  her,  he  wed : 
For  that  is  pleafing  to  the  Pow'r  divine. 

54  If  thou  with  Jacob's  gentle  voice  art  bleft, 
Of  Efau's  rough  and  bloody  hands  beware: 
The  Deity  can  ne'er  enough  deteft 

Foul  deeds,  tho'  veii'd  beneath  exprefiions  fair, 

55  When  thou  refolveft  firft  a  maid  to  woo, 
To  Jacob  s  conduct  give  efpecial  heed  : 
Like  him,  thy  parents  couniel  ftill  purfue; 
So  fhall  profperity  attend  thy  feed. 

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§6  Never  unto  thy  belly  be  a  flave, 

Efau  was  with  the  greateil  ihame  opprefs'd, 
Who  his  own  birthright  unto  Jacob  gave 
For  one  poor  mefs  of  pottage  ready  drefs'd. 

57  Fie  on  all  wafte !  on  all  exceffes  fie ! 

Sell  not  heavVs  joys  for  either  drink  or  meat : 
Efau  from  Canaan  was  oblig'd  to  fly, 
Who  fold  his  birthright  for  a  forry  treat. 

5  8   If  with  thy  miftrefs  thou  art  ask'd  to  lie, 
However  private,  yet  refufe  the  joy  : 
Like  Jofeph  from  her  hot  embraces  fly, 
Nor  for  a  kifs  thy  precious  foul  deftroy. 

59  Go  thou  to  prifon,  ev'ry  woe  endure, 
And  lie  in  chains  extended  on  the  floor, 
E'er  thou  with  action  luflful  and  impure, 
Giveft  Chrift's  member  to  a  filthy  whore. 

6p  Love  not  a  proftitute,  nor  e'er  defile 

The  temple,  where  the  Lord  of  hofts  remains : 
Jofeph  wou'd  ne'er  have  done  a  thing  fo  vile, 
Though  he  was  all  his  life  to  rot  in  chains. 

6 1  Like  Efau's,  'tis  a  bargain  moft  unwife, 

A  bargain,  that  will  make  thee  wail  and  weep, 

To  fell  thy  bright  reverfion  in  the  skies, 

A  night  perhaps  with  fome  lewd  punk  to  fleep ! 

62  Becaufe  he  wou'd  not  with  his  miftrefs  lie, 
Nor  condefcend  her  wanton  heat  to  cool, 
Jofeph  was  rais'd  by  providence  on  high, 
And  Egypt  rule'd,  who  did  his  paflions  rule. 

6$  Better  it  is  to  be  with  Jofeph  chafte, 
Altho%  in  jail,  you  for  your  virtue  be, 
Than  on  a  throne,  like  Herod,  to  be  plac'd, 
With  an  Herodias  on  your  guilty  knee. 

64.  Shou'dft  thou  thy  father's  bed  with  inceft  ftain, 
Though  firft-begotten,  thou  his  curfe  fhou'dft  get, 
And  Judah  thy  inheritance  obtain  •, 


Whilft  thou  haft  nothing,  but  a  long  regret, 


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6$  To  fell  thy  brother,  Simeon!    is  not  wife  ; 

Thou  knoweft  not  what  chance  may  yet  prevail  : 
Jofeph,  when  fold,  to  fuch  a  height  mall  rife, 
That  he  fhall  order  Simeon  to  a  jail. 

66  Like  Mofes,  fweetnefs  of  behaviour  fhew, 
Like  him,  be  meek,  and  harmlefs  as  a  child, 
Faithful,  fubmiftive,  affable,  and  true, 
Brave,  without  rafhnefs,  without  ibftnefs,  mild. 

6y  See  ! — what  an  army  God  of  old  employ'd, 
A  mighty  Monarch's  ftubborn  heart  to  bend  ! 
By  lice  and  locufts,  flies  and  frogs  annoy'd, 
Pharaoh  wou'd  fain  his  wicked  ways  amend ! 

68  If  thou  a  flave  in  Egypt  wou'dft  not  be, 

But  go,  where  milk  and  honey  blefs  the  more, 
Thou  mud  pafs  through  the  Erythre'an  fea-, 
Tho'  ftrong  it's  furge,  and  terrible  it's  roar! 

69  A  man  with  too-much  manna  maybe  cloy'd-; 
But  who  can't  touch  it,  muft  be  nice  indeed : 
Yet  thou  muft  be  of  tafte  and  reafon  void, 

If  thou,  before  it,  wou'dft  on  garlick  feed. 

70  E'er  God  will  leave  his  faithful  follo'wers  need, 
He'll  rain  a  fhow'r  of  manna  from  on  high, 
Or  elfe  on  quails  his  favourites  fhall  feed, 

At  his  command  defcending  from  the  sky. 

7 1  Never  refift  the  pallor  of  thy  foul, 
Nor  on  the  herald  of  the'  Almighty  jeft, 

Left  the'  earth  fhou'd  open  and  ingulph  thee  whole. 
If  thou,  like  Korah,  fhou'dft  infult  thy  Prieft. 

72  To  thy  vocation  or  profeffion  cleave, 

And  let  the  Clergy  their  own  bus'nefs  mind  ; 
God  to  their  care  alone  his  ark  will  leave, 
Who  to  that  facred  office  were  defign'd. 

73  From  hence  it  may  to  all  be  clearly  known, 
How  ftrictly  we  fhou'd  keep  the  iabbath  t' 
Since  God  enjoin'd  the  Jewifh  hoft  to  ftone 
The  man,  who  broke  it  firft,  without  delav. 

74  The 


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74  The  fabbath  in  devotion  fpend,.  and  come 
Unto  the  temple,  in  thy  beft  array, 
Nor,  whilft  thou  lived  here  on  earth,  prefume 
To  do  the  Devil's  work  on  that  bleft  day. 

j 5  The  pow'r  of  God  we  hence  may  all  behold, 
Who,  at  a  man's  entreaty,  ftopp'd  the  fun : 
For  one  whole  day  it's  motion  he  control'd, 
And  ftay'd  it's  courfe,  until  his  people  won. 

76  How  fhameful  is  it  then,  remember  all, 

That  that  vaft  orb  fhou'd  God's  command  obey  ? 
Whilft  we,  vile  worms  !  defpife  his  gracious  call, 
And  will  not,  at  his  mighty  bidding,  flay. 

77  Shou'dft  thou  e'er  go,  where  idols  are  ador'd, 
Boldly,  like  Jofhua,  this  anfwer  give, 

"  I,  and  my  family,  will  ferve  the  Lord, 
c  And  will  not  own  another,  whilft  1  live  " 

78  The  mining  fword,  O  Zimri,  Zimri!  fear, 
Hung  by  the  God  of  vengeance  o'er  thy  head ! 
Behold,  in  Phineas'  hand,  the  pointed  fpear, 
Lifted,  to  ftrike  thee,  and  thy  ftrumpet,  dead ! 

79  O  Balaam  !  Balaam  !  ope  thine  eyes,  and  fee 
The  angel  juft  defcended  from  above  ! 
Return,  return,  nor  touch  the  vend  fee, 

But  hear  the  afs,  thy  avarice  reprove. 

§0  A  harlot  love  no  better  than  the  fiend, 
Thy  bofom-fecrets  ne'er  to  her  impart — 
The  ftiffeft  neck  ihe,  like  a  twig,  will  bend, 
Though  ftrong  as  Samfon,  fhe  will  break  thy  heart. 

8  1  Never  encourage  thofe  that  are  to  blame, 
But  from  their  vices  ftudioufly  refrain  •, 
Gibeah,  with  all  her  wealth,  was  fet  on  flame, 
Becaufe  ihe  did  not  her  rude  fons  reftrain. 

82  With  heed,  O  Benjamin  !    my  words  attend: 
Why  wilt  thou  ftrive  to  pull  the  wrath  divine, 
(Becaufe  thou  wilt  thy  daring  youths  defend 
In  all  their  vices)  upon  thee  and  thine  ? 

83  From 


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S3  From  Eli's  fate,  take  warning,  and  beware  ! 
Thy  children  teach,  and  carefully  correct  : 
Whene'er  the  fire  is  ufe'd  the  rod  to  fpare, 
God  with  the  fword  will  punifh  the  neglect. 

84  Learn  thou  from  Samuel,  whilft  yet  a  youth 
With  ftrict  fidelity  to  ierve  thy  God, 
And  to  the  laft,  unfhaken  hold  the  truth, 
Unfhock'd  by  injuries,  unftain'd  by  fraud. 

t$  From  that  juft  judge  thefe  ufeful  lefTons  draw, 

"  All  in  their  properties  alike  protect, 

"  Give  fentence  mil,  according  unto  law, 
"  And  as  the  rules  of  juftice  mail  direct." 

S6  What  gains  cou'd  Joel  from  injuftice  boaft, 
From  bribe'ry  and  corruption,  void  of  (harne  ? 
He  loft  his  credit,  and  his  office  loft, 
But  gain'd  reproach,  and  a  detefted  name/ 

2  j  Touch  not  the  ark,  likeUzzah — but  beware 

Leave  to  the  prieft,   what  to  the  priefl  is  due 

Be  thy  own  calling  and  concerns  thy  care  : 
For  thou  haft  nothing  with  the  ark  to  do. 

S8  When  thou  with  pain  and  ficknefs  art  opprefs'd, 

Like  Job  thy  patience  filently  difplay • 

Never  blafpheme,  however  fore  diitrefs'd  : 
'Tis  God  that  gives,  and  God  that  takes  away ! 

89  Though  God  fhou'd  take  thy  fubftance  all  away, 
Or  by  fome  ficknefs  feem  to  call  thee  hence — 

"  Though  God  (hou'd  kill  me,  yet  (refignedly  fay* 
"  I  itill  in  him  will  place  my  confidence." 

90  Like  royal  David  from  thy  bed  arife, 

And  humbly  on  thy  knees  thy  God  adore — 
At  midnight  let  thy  pray'rs  afcend  the  ikies, 
Whilft  others  on  their  downy  pillows  fnore. 

91  It  is  a  meet  and  mighty  pleafant  thing, 
Unto  the  Lord  at  dead  of  night  to  pray, 

And  for  his  various  gifts  to  thank  heav'n's  king, 
Soon  as  the  dawn  proclaims  the  new-born  day. 

Qi  Like 


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92  Like  David,  that  renown'd  feer!  repent 

Of  all  the  crimes  and  evil  thou  haft  done — — 
Like  him,  with  ceafelefs  tears  thy  fins  lament, 
'Till  thou  God's  favour  and  his  love  haft  won. 

93  Weep,  'till  thy  couch  with  briny  floods  is  drown'd- 
'Till  with  thy  bread  thou  haft  thy  tears  devour'd- 


Wear  fackcloth roll  thylelf  along  the  ground— 

'Till  thou  haft  pardon  for  thy  fins  implor'd. 

94  Although  thy  locks  be  of  a  lovely  dye, 
Yet  from  all  pride,  on  that  account  forbear ; 
Left  thou,  like  Abfalom,  fhou'dft  hang  on  high, 
Caught,  and  entangled  by  thy  flowing  hair. 

95  If  David  in  the  dark,  and  dead  of  night, 
Shall  with  Uriah's  charming  confort  lport  y 
Another,  in  the  fun's  meridian  height, 
Shall  to  his  wives,  without  difguife,  refort. 

96  How  fhort  did  that  precarious  pleafure  laft, 
For  which  his  life  inceftuous  Ammon  loft? 
Ah  me  !  how  bitter  was  it,  when  'twas  part  I 
How  dear  at  length  the  tranfient  rapture  coft  ! 

97  Thy  precious  foul  in  danger  never  leave, 
Thy  carnal  lufts  and  pleasures  to  fulfil  : 

For  thou,  one  day,  molt  bitterly  fhalt  grieve, 
That  thou,  on  Tamar,  haft  obtain'd  thy  will ! 

98  Thy  houfe  and  thy  concerns  in  order  (et, 
Like  Hezekiah,  with  convenient  care: 
Thyfelf  in  readinefs  this  moment  get, 

And  ftill  for  death,  before  death  comes,  prepare, 

.99  Thy  neighbour's  vineyard  feek  not  to  obtain  : 
Oppreflion  daily- pulls  God's  vengeance  down  : 
For  if  thou  thus  fhou'dft  Naboth's  portion  gain. 
Thou  for  that  fin  fhalt  forfeit  Ifrael's  crown. 

100  O  Ahab!  Ahab  !  with  ftricl  juftice  deal, 
Nor  luft  thy  neighbour's  fortune  to  enjoy  •, 
If  thou,  thro'  perjury,  his  land  fhalt  Iteal, 
God  will  thy  offspring;  to  a  man  deftroy, 

101  How 


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TO  i  How  great  foe'er  thy  toil  and  trouble  be, 
Thnce  ev'ryday,  like  pious  Daniel,  fall 
Before  thy  Maker,  on  thy  bended  knee  : 
For  of  all  bufinels  that's  the  beft  of  all ! 

102  Shut  to  thy  clofet  door — kneel  on  the  floor — 
Lift  up  thine  eyes — unlock  thy  lips  to  pray — — 
With  humble  attitude  thy  God  adore 

And  humble  heart,  at  lead  three  times  a  day. 

103  Though  thou  fhou'dft  to  the  lion's  den  be  call, 
Omit  not,  even  there,  thy  wonted  pray'r  : 
The  wildeft  beafts  will  fhun  their  wifh'd  repaft, 
And  ev'ry  true  believer  learn  to  fpare. 

104.  Thy  knee  before  an  image  never  bow, 

Tho'  thou  wert,  therefore,  force'd  to  quit  the  world., 
And  tho',  like  Shadrach,  thou  wert  doom'd  to  go 
Headlong,  into  a  fi'ry  furnace  hurl'd. 

105  Nought  muft  be  worfhipp'd  but  our  God  alone  : 
An  idol  is  a  triffie,  nothing  more  ; 

Whether  of  gold,  of  filver,  or  of  flone, 
'Tis  but  a  helpleis  fcare-crow,  void  of  powV. 

106  When  to  thy  lip  thou  Jifteft  up  the  bowl, 

Blafpheming  God,  but  in  the  banquet  bkfl > 

Beware — kit  angry  Death  ihou'd  feize  thy  foul, 
Like  king  Belfhazzar's  at  his  impious  feaft ! 

107  When,  round  the  board,  the  goblet  brifkly  flies, 
Behold  the  hand,  upon  the  ftucco'd  wall, 
Writing  thy  dreadful  doom  before  thy  eyes, 
And  thy  intemperance's  certain  fall ! 

108  Thy  charity,  like  Tobit,  largely  deal 

To  all  that  need,  difpenfe  around  thy  ftore, 
And  never  with  contentment  eat  a  meal, 
'Till  thou  fome  part  haft  given  to  the  poor.' 

109  Support  the  feeble — and  interr  the  dead — 

The  naked  clothe — the  frienrilefs  widow  guide — ■ 

The  orphan's  caufe  with  real  ardor  plead 

Nor  treat  the  itranger  with  tyrannic  pride. 

R  x  10  When- 


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1 1  o  Whene'er  thou  purpofeft  to  take  a  bride, 
Beg  thou  of  God  his  neceffary  aid : 
A  Raphael  then  thy  wandring  fteps  fhall  guide, 
And  lead  thee  to  the  moil  accomplifh'd  maid. 

in  Before  thou  goeft  with  thy  fpoufe  to  reft, 
Befeech  the  Lord  thy  genial  bed  to  blefs, 
And  hand  in  hand  prefer  your  joint  requeft, 
That  He  may  crown  your  nuptials  with  fuccefs. 

;s  1 2  Thy  parents,  as  Tobias  did,  revere, 

And,  whilft  they  live,  ne'er  their  commands  oppofe; 
When  dead,  their  bodies  decently  interr, 
For  that's  a  duty  ev'ry  Chriftian  owes  ! 

113  Asftricllyjuft,  throughout  thy  life,  be  found, 
As  one  who  ne'er  the  gofpel's  luftre  faw, 

And  let  thy  death  with  as  much  faith  be  crown'd, 
As  if  thou  nought  hadft  heard  e'er  of  the  law  ! 

1 14  Shou'dftthouyO  Chriftian! aik, who  fung  thefe  ftrains, 
And  ftrove  thefe  truths  in  metre  to  comprize  ? 

It  was  a  Chriftian  prieft,  who  took  the  pains, 
In  hopes  thereby  to  help  thee  to  the  fkies. 

The  Author's  Letter  to  a  Clergyman,  who  had 
defired  him  to  put  the  Catechism  of  the 
Church  of  England  into  Verfe. 

1  T  Know,  my  brother,  'twas  thy  fervent  zeal 

J[  For  God,  and  for  the  Chriftian  commonweal, 
That  made  thee  afk  me  at  the  prefent  time, 
To  turn  our  church's  doctrines  into  rhyme. 

2  The  Welfh,  'tis  true,  as  thou  may 'ft  well  difcern, 
Are  much  more  apt  fome  idle  fong  to  learn, 
Than  truths— that,  far  more  worthy  of  their  care, 
And  of  more  value  and  importance,  are. 

3  Thou  therefore  didft  defire  me,  as  I  guefs, 
That  I  fhou'd  all  thofe  points  in  verfe  exprefs  -9 
That  fo  the  younglings  of  our  flocks  by  rote 
Might  learn  to  fing  with  eafe,  what  thus  was  wrote. 

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4  As  foon  as  thou  hadft  thy  defign  expreft, 
Immediately  I  granted  thy  requeft, 

And  ftrove  thole  facred  precepts  to  reftrain 
In  artlefs  Stanza's,  and  in  language  plain. 

5  I  labour'd  not  at  any  thing  exact, 

But  a  fhort  meafure,  pleafing,  and  compact, 
Which  the  worft  memory  might  with  eafe  retain, 
That  heard  it  only  twice,  or  once  again. 

6  Receive  with  candor  then  this  little  tafk, 
Which  thou  didft  lately  with  fuch  fervor  afk  ; 
And,  though  the  work  be  not  at  all  complete, 
Yet  it  wou'd  fain  thy  approbation  meet. 

7  If  God  fome  glory  mall  from  hence  obtain, 

And  our  own  flocks  fome  fmall  improvement  gain. 
We  both  fhall  have,  1  fancy,  what  we  want : 
Succefs  to  it  may  the  Almighty  grant ! 

8  May  all  thy  wifhes  be  by  Him  fupply'd 

May  He  be  thy  infeperable  guide 

But,  as  my  hade  is  great,  don't  think  me  rude, 
If  I  beg  leave  at  prefent  to  conclude,  &c.  &c. 

The    CATECHISM. 

j^.  Tk   iT  Y  lively,  lovely,  little  child  !    declare, 

lVA  What  is  thy  Chriftian name?  and  then  in  brief, 
With  ferious  heart,  and  an  afTured  air, 
Repeat  aloud  thy  faith  and  thy  belief. 

y^.The  Chriftian  name  I  bear,  is  Conftantine*; 
And  tho'  in  Adam  I  was  loft  of  old, 
Yet  now,  at  laft,  I'm  fave'd,  thro'  grace  divine, 
By  Chrift,  the  true  Mefliah,  long  foretold. 

*  A  pupil,  as  *tis  fuppofed,  of  our  Author,  for  whofc  inftruclion 

this  Catcchifm,  perhaps,  was  at  firft  veriify'd and  therefore  thro* 

ight,  his  name  was  Hill  continu'd,  as  it  aniwer'd  to  the  rhyme  in 
the  fecond  line,  on  which  account  I  have  Jikewiic  rctain'd  it, 

R  2  ^  Who 


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Q  Who  gave  thee,  fay,  the  name  by  which  thou'rt  call'd, 
"  Tho'  thou  wert  erfl  with  all  the  human  race, 
By  Adam's  fhameful  lapfe,  to  fin  enthrall'd, 
The  child  of  wrath,  and  in  a  wretched  cafe  ? 

A.  My  fponfors  at  the  font,  with  faith  fincere, 
(As  I  have  fince  been  made  to  underfland) 
Gave  me  the  name,  which  I  am  proud  to  bear, 
According  to  our  Saviour's  own  command. 

£).  But  what  advantage  thence  to  thee  has  flow'd, 
When  thou  wert  at  the  facred  font  baptiz'd 
With  water,  by  the  minifter  of  God : 
Since  fo  much  woe  is  in  thy  life  compriz'd  ? 

A.  A  member  I  of  Chrift,  am  made  thereby, 
A  child  of  the  Almighty  God  above, 
An  heir  apparent  of  the  realms  on  high, 
And  happy  in  my  blefled  Saviour's  love. 

§K  What  was  the  vow  thy  fponfors  then  expreft  ? 
What  was  the  folemn  promife  that  they  gave, 
By  which  with  equal  tenure  to  the  beft, 
Thou  waft  entitled  all  thofe  rights  to  have  ? 

A.  Three  feve'ral  things  they  promis'd  in  my  name, 
Which  I  fliall  never,  whilft  I  breathe,  forget  -, 
But,  thro'  God's  grace,  will  drive  to  do  the  fame, 
'Till  I  have  paid,  far  as  I  can,  the  debt. 

£>.  What  were  the  things  they  promis'd  to  fulfil 
For  thee — 'till  thou  to  proper  age  fhou'dft  grow, 
When  of  thyfelf  thou  hadft  no  pow'r,  nor  will  ? 
Tell  me  aloud,  if  thou  the  fame  doll  know. 

A.  Firft,  I  only  obferve,  that  I  renounce  entire 
The  wily  fiend,  and  his  infernal  deeds, 
This  wicked  world,  with  ev'ry  vain  defire, 
And  finful  Iuft,  that  from  the  flefh  proceeds. 

Take  notice,  next,  I  did  by  them  engage 
The  Chriftian  Faith  for  ever  to  maintain, 
I  mean  thofe  doctrines  of  each  facred  page, 
Which  all  may  from  their  creed,  in  fhort,  obtain. 

Thirdly, 


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Thirdly,  that  I,  with  reverential  awe, 

Shall  God's  commands  and  will  reveal'd  obey, 

And  lead,  according  to  his  given  law, 

A  godly  life,  unto  my  dying  day. 

3J.  To  this  belief  art  thou  engage'd  fo  fail  ? 
And  is  thy  obligation,  fay,  fo  great, 
That  thou  the  promife,  which  for  thee  they  pad, 
Mult  now  make  good,  and  their  whole  vow  complete? 

A.  All  this  I  mud  believe,  and,  what  is  more, 
I'm  bound  the  fame  entirely  to  fulfil, 
As  far  as  is  confident  with  my  pow'r ; 
And,  if  I'm  able,  by  God's  grace,  I  will : 

And  hearty  thanks  I  to  my  Maker  owe, 
That  he  vouchfafe'd  fuch  favour  to  afford, 
As  his  falvation  unto  me  to  mow, 
Thro'  Jefus  Chrift,  my  ever-bleffed  Lord  : 

And  earneftly  I  pray  that  he  wou'd  deign, 
To  me,  the  grace  of  condancy  to  give, 
That  I  may,  in  this  hopeful  date,  remain, 
'Till  I,  with  him,  in  endlefs  blifs  fnall  live. 

£K  Rehearfe,  with  voice  didinct  and  folemn  air, 
Thofe  articles  the  Chriftian  Faith  requires, 
That  I  may  thence  collect,  how  juft  they  are, 
And  on  what  grounds  thou  founded  thy  defires. 


The  CREED. 

A.  In  God,  the  Father,  whofe  Almighty  Pow'r 
Did  heav'n,  earth,  fea,  into  exiftence  call, 
I  do  believe,  and  ever  will  adore 
Him,  as  the  Governor  fupreme  o'er  all. 

In  Jefus  Chrift,  his  only  Son,  our  Lord, 
Who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghod, 
And  born  of  Mary,  prove'd  upon  record 
A  fpotlefs  virgin,  Lftill  farther  trud. 

R  3  The 


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The  fame  who  fuffered  a  mod  fhameful  death,    » 
(Whilit  Pontius  Pilate  Judah's  fceptre  fway'd) 
And,  when  upon  the  crofs  depnve'd  of  breath, 
Like  a  mere  mortal,  in  the  grave  was  laid, 

Then  for  our  fakes  he  into  Hades  went, 
That  feat  of  pain  and  never-ending  woes ! 
But  the  third  day,  he  after  that  defcent, 
From  the  dark  chambers  of  the  dead  arofe  : 

But  not  till  he  had  over  Death  obtain'd 

A  victory,  in  ev'ry  fenfe  complete, 

And  from  the  fiend,  that  foul  deceiver,  gain'd 

Ample  amends  for  the  firfl  man's  defeat : 

To  the  third  heavens  then  afcended  he, 
Where  he  does  now  on  God's  right  hand  refide, 
And  where  he  (hall,  for  endlefs  ages,  be 
To  all  the  church  a  never-erring  guide  : 

From  thence,  with  Glory  and  great  Pow'r,  he'll  come 
As  Judge,  bvvth  o'er  the  living  and  the  dead, 
That  terribly-important  day  of  doom, 
When  they'll  be  calld  to  his  tribunal  dread. 

Another  point,  I  do  believe,  is  this, 

(For  fo  I  find  it  in  another  creed) 

That  the'  Holy  Ghoft,  who  gives  us  life  and  blifs, 

Does  from  the  Father,  and  the  Son,  proceed. 

I,  farthermore,  beyond  all  doubt  am  fure, 
That  there's  in  ev'ry  age  and  realm  referv'd 
A  church,  that  keeps  the  Chriftian  doctrines  pure ; 
And,  therefore,  it  mall  be,  thro'  Chrift,  preferv'd. 

And  I  believe  that  all  the  Saints  below 
Shall  of  the  gifts  (with  thofe  above)  partake, 
Which  from  our  blefled  Saviour's  merits  flow, 
Who  fuffer'd  death  and  forrow  for  our  fake. 

The  rcfnrreftion  likewife  of  thejuft 

1  do  believe,  with  confidence  fincere, 

When  the  laft  trump  fhall  raife  them  from  the  duft, 

And  they,  above  the  clouds,  mall1  all  appear. 

I  am 


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I  am  convinced  with  faith,  which  nought  can  move. 
That  all,  who  worthily  their  God  adore, 
Shall  endlefs  happinefs  enjoy  above, 
When  this  terreitrial  fcene  (hall  be  no  more.       Amen* 

Q.  What  dofl  thou  chiefly  learn  by  this  belief, 
'  The  fum  of  which  thou  haft  repeated  now  ? 
Endeavour  it's  contents  to  mow  in  brief, 
With  all  the  benefits  which,  from  it,  flow. 

yf.  Firft,  I  believe  in  God,  as  I  am  taught, 
The  Sire  fupremc,  on  whole  ftupendous  plan 
This  world  was  wholly  to  exiilence  brought, 
And  this  my  frame,  with  that  of  ev'ry  man. 

Next,  I  believe  in  God,  the  filial  Pow'r, 
Our  gracious  Lord,  to  mercy  ftill  inclined, 
Who  by  his  blood,  in  a  moil  happy  hour, 
Redemption  brought  to  me,  and  all  mankind. 
Thirdly,  in  God  the  Holy  Ghoft  I  trufl, 
Who  from  all  kind  of  fin  does  make  me  clean, 
And  lancYifies,  along  with  me,  the  juft, 
All  the  elected  fons  of  God,  I  mean. 

£K  Thou  didft  a  promife  by  thy  fponfors  make, 

That  thou  wou'dft  God's  commandments  keep  with 
Come,  tell  me  then,  for  thy  Redeemer's  lake,  [care-, 
How  many,  if  thou  knoweft  them,  they  are? 

A»  God  gave  us  Ten — it  was  the  fum  exprefs, 

That  we  might  keep  them  with  the  ftri&eft  care, 
Nor  mud  we  either  of  them  all  tranfgrels  -, 
Left  we  fhou'd  die,  if  fuch  a  crime  we  dare. 

<£.  Which  be  they  ? — tell  me,  for  thy  Saviour's  lake, 
If  thou  haft  ever  learn'd  them  out  by  heart, 
Thefe  holy  ftatutes  for  thy  pattern  tal    , 
And  never  from  the  faultiefs  rules  depart. 

A.  They  are  the  fame,  which  the  Almighty  fpokfi 
On  Sinai's  hill,  and  publifh'd  as  his  law, 
Involv'd  in  circumambient  fire  and  fmoke, 
Which  all  the  trembl  in  £  con  o;re  nation  1 1 

K  4  Tl    * 


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They  arc  the  fame,  which  he  to  Mofes  gave, 

On  two  fair  tables  of  unchifel'd  ftone, 

Where  Goa's  own  finger  did  thofe  laws  engrave, 

That  they  to  all  the  people  might  be  mown: 

And  even  now  you  may,  if  fo  inclin'd, 
\     The  fame  from  the  infpire'd  fcriptures  learn: 

In  Exodus  with  eafe  you  may  them  find, 

If  you'll  but  to  the  twentieth  chapter  turn, 
^  Which  is  the  firft  of  thofe  commandments,  fay  ? 

And  then  the  next  ? — and  then  the  next  agen  ? 

Each,  in  it's  proper  place,  before  me  lay, 

Until  thou  haft  repeated  all  the  ten. 

The  Ten  COMMANDMENTS. 

A.\.  I  am  the  Lord  thy  God,  fupreme  in  pow'r, 
For  tender  ir.ercy  and  compaflion  known : 
Then,  on  thy  life,  no  other  God  adore  ; 
For  there  is  really  none,  but  me  alone. 

|l;  Thou  no  carve'd  image  for  thy  God  fhalt  take, 
Like  any  being,  in  the  heav'n  on  high, 
Or  earth  beneath,  or  in  the  feas  vail  lake, 
Or  like  a  bird,  that  thro'  the  air  does  fly. 

Before  fuch  vanities  ne'er  bend  thy  knee, 
Nor  any  fuch  vile  deities  adore, 
Either  of  earth,  of  wood,  or  ftone,  they  be, 
By  human  labour  form'd,  and  void  of  pow'r. 
For  I,  the'  Almighty,  am  a  jealous  God, 
And  vengeance  from  the  children  oft  require, 
Who  tread  the  paths  their  wicked  fathers,  trod  2 
Thus  the  fon  fu tiers  for  his  finful  fire  ! 

I  frequent  punifhment  inflict  on  thofe 
(Though  to  the  third  or  fourth  degree  remov'd) 
Who  like  their  fires  profefs  themfelves  my  foes, 
And  fenfelefs  idols  have,  before  me,  lov'd; 

But 


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But  unto  them  my  mercies  I  extend, 
Who  keep  my  ftatutes  wholly  untranfgrefs'd, 
Their  long-continue'd  line  fhall  never  end, 
But  in  a  thoufand  ages  hence  be  blefs'd. 

III.  Ne'er  mention  thou  Jehovah's  glorious  name, 
Without  refpect  and  reverential  awe  : 

For  thou  (halt  not  be  free  from  guilt  and  blame, 
If  thou  prefumeft  to  tranfgrefs  this  law. 

IV.  Remember  thou  in  virtuous  acts  to  fpend, 
And  holy  exercife,  the  fabbath-day, 
And  like  a  Chriftian,  to  thy  latter  end, 
Worfhip  thy  God  thereon,  and  to  him  pray. 
Six  days  ;he  Lord  vouchfafe'd  to  give  to  thee, 
Whereon  thy  temp'ral  bufineis  fhou'd  be  done : 
But,  on  the  feventh,  thou  art  no  ways  free 

To  mind  ought  elfe,  befides  God's  work  alone  : 
Upon  that  day  thou  muft  from  labour  reft, 
On  pain  of  death,  thou  and  thy  family, 
Both  men  and   •  aids,  with  ev'ry  lab'ring  beaft, 
And  ev'ry  fojourner,  that  ftays  with  thee  : 

Within  fix  days  God  form'd  this  wond'rous  ball, 
With  ev'ry  thng  that  in  the  fame  remains, 
The  fky,  the  earth,  the  ocean  vaft,  and  all 
The  countlefs  tribes,  that  fwim  it's  liquid  plains. 

To  work,  upon  the  leventh-day,  he  ceas'd, 
Though  unfatigue'd  he  from  creation  came  •, 
Wherefore  to  blefs  that  day  he  then  was  pleas'd, 
And  hallow'd  to  eternity  the  fame. 

V.  Unto  thy  parents  all  due  honour  give, 

To  their  commands  a  proper  defe'rence  fhow, 
That  thou  may'ft  long  in  that  bled  ftation  live, 
Which  God  fhall  on  each  duteous  fon  bellow. 
VI.  Take  heed,  thou  doft  not  any  perfon  flay, 
Nor  any  blood,  without  good  reafon,  fhed  ; 
The  voice  of  blood  is  heard  a  mighty  way  : 
God  will  pour  vengeance  on  each  murd'rer's  head. 

vll.  Avoid 


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VII.  Avoid  adultery,  that  curfed  thing ! 
And  always  of  thy  bofom-wife  make  much, 
The  waters  quaff  that  gufh  from  thy  own  fpring ; 
But  ne'er  thy  neighbour's  cover'd  ciflern  touch. 

VIII.  Aim  not  the  fmallefl  trifle  to  poflfefs 
By  Health,  which  to  another  appertains : 
Ufe  no  deceit,  nor  any  one  opprefs, 

Tho'  thou  wert  force'd  to  bear  the  fiercer!  pains. 

IX.  Of  perjury,  and  wilful  lies,  beware, 

Nor  by  thy  evidence  thy  neighbour  wrong : 

But  ftill  the  truth  of  ev'ry  one  declare, 

And  ne'er  with  defamation  flain  thy  tongue. 

X.  Neither  thy  neighbour's  houfe,  nor  yet  his  wife* 
Or  man  or  maid,  horfe,  afs,  or  working  beafl, 
Or  any  thing  of  his,  defire  thro'  life, 
But  that  of  which  thou  juftly  art  pofTeft. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord !  unto  thy  fervants  (how, 
Infpire  each  breafl  with  a  religious  awe, 
Our  flubborn  hearts  and  inclinations  bow, 
That  we  may  faithfully  fulfil  each  law : 

Pardon,  good  God  !  the  crimes  that  we  have  done, 
Remember  not  how  often  we  tranlgrefs  : 
But  all  thofe  laws,  as  formerly  on  ftone, 
Upon  the  tablets  of  our  hearts  imprefs ! 

j^.  Tell  me,  what  dofl  thou  chiefly  gather  hence  ? 
What  do  the  laws,  thou  hall  rehears'd,  exprefs  ? 
Give  me  their  plainer!:  and  their  truefl  fenfe, 
In  as  few  words  as  thou  thy  thoughts  canfl  drefs. 

A.  Two  duties  I  have  leaned  from  thence  to  know, 
To  which  by  love  and  gratitude  I'm  bound, 
The  one,  I  to  my  great  Creator  owe,  v 
The  other,  to  my  neighbours  all  around. 

j^.  Firft,  let  me  know,  if  thou  the  fame  canfl  fay, 
What  is  thy  bounden  duty  to  the  Lord — 
The  duty,  that  compels  thee  to  obey 
His  facred  laws,  and  to  refpeft  his  word  ? 

A,  Firft, 


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I  Firft,  to  oelievethat  God  extfts,  I'm  bound, 
(And  this  I  muft  believe  with  heart  fincere) 
To  fear  him,  with  a  dread  and  awe  profound, 
To  love  him,  as  the  thing  I  hold  molt  dear : 

Then  I  muft  worfh:p  him,  with  all  my  pow'r, 
In  fuch  a  manner,  as  his  Word  makes  known, 
And  blefs  and  thank  his  goodnefs,  ev'ry  hour, 
For  all  the  kindnefs  he  to  me  has  fhown  : 

My  truft  in  him  i  muft  entirely  place, 
And  in  all  ftations  call  upon  the  Lord, 
His  faith  I  muft,  on  no  account,  difgrace, 
But  honour  and  obey  his  name  and  word — 
Then  in  fuch  manner  I  muft  chant  his  praife, 
And  him,  the  Sove'reign  of  the  world,  adore, 
That  I  muft  ferve  him  truly  all  my  days, 
In  ev'ry  cafe  that  comes  within  my  pow'r. 

i^.  What  is  the  duty,  thou  doft  chiefly  owe 

To  ev'ry  man,  with  whom  thou  art  concern'd  ? 
The  fame  to  me  with  juft  precifion  fliow, 
If  thou  haft  it  by  heart  completely  learn'd; 

A.    The  fame  true  love,  that  to  myfelf  I  bear, 
The  like  I  to  my  fellow  creature  owe  -, 
It  muft,  like  that,  be  real  and  fincere, 
Even  altho'  he  were  my  greateft  foe  : 

I  likewife  muft  to  ev'ry  perfon  do, 
Whatever  I  cou'd  from  my  heart  require 
That  he  fhou'd  do  to  me,  and  to  him  mow 
No  drifter  meafures,  than  I  fhou'd  defire  : 

My  parents  alio  I  am  bound,  to  love, 
To  honour,  and  in  poverty  relieve, 
I  ne'er  muft  do  the  thing,  they  difapprove, 
But  due  obedience  to  their  orders  give  : 

The  king,  with  loyalty  I  muft  obey, 
With  all  his  officers  in  their  degree, 
To  their  commands  juft  homage  I  muft  pay, 
So  they  are  lawful,  howe'er  harfh  they  be  :' 


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To  all  my  governors  I  muft  fubmit. 

My  mafters,   and  my  guides  of  ev'ry  kind, 

With  all  my  paftors — (as  is  juft  and  fit) 

Who  guide  my  confcience  and  improve  my  mind . 

Unto  my  betters,  whether  great  or  fmall, 

I  muft  with  decent  deference  behave, 

And  due  fubrniffion  fhow  unto  them  all, 

And  ne'er  licentioufly  againft  them  rave. 

I  muft  not  injure  any  one  alive, 

In  word,   or  deed  -,  nay,   even  not  in  thought 

Nor  malice  bear nor  blow  unto  him  give, 

By  which  his  life  may  be  to  danger  brought : 

To  keep  my  body  tempe'rate  I  muft  ftrive ; 

Nor  into  riotous  excefTes  run ; 

But  foberly  and  chaftely  always  live, 

And,  as  the  plague,  all  luft  and  lewdnefs  fhun : 

My  hands  from  pilfering  I  muft  reftrain, 

And  muft  not  in  the  paths  of  robbers  tread, 

From  all  deceit  and  wrong  I  muft  re/rain, 

And  rather  labour  for  my  daily  bread  : 

From  (lander  alfo  I  muft  keep  my  tongue, 
From  falfehoods,  and  untruths  of  ev'ry  kind, 
And  never  talk  of  any  to  their  wrong, 
Like  infidels,  who  no  religion  mind  : 

The  goods  of  others  I  muft  not  defire 
With  luftful  eye,  and  avaritious  heart ; 

But  labour— as  the  laws  of  God  require 

As  well,  as  e'er  I  can,  to  aft  my  part. 

Know  this,  my  child  ! and,  what  I  fay,  is  right, 

Thou  canft  not  fuch  a  burden  undergo, 

Nor  all  thofe  things,  by  thy  own  proper  might, 

Vile  linner  as  thou  art pretend  to  do. 

Thou  canft  not  keep  God's  ftatutes  undehTd, 
Or  follow  them  with  never-erring  pace, 
Thou  canft  not  ferve  him  worthily,  my  child ! 
Unlefs  he  deigns  to  give  thee  fpecial  grace : 


On 


I  269  I 

On  which  account,  thou  muft  hereafter  ftrive, 
Through  prayer's  aid,  God's  favour  to  implore, 
That  He  to  thee  this  needful  grace  may  give, 
Whereby  thou  may'ft  more  juftly  him  adore. 

Let  me  the  Prayer  of  our  Lord  then  hear, 
(If  in  thy  memo'ry  thou  doll  it  retain) 
Repeat  it  without  bafhfulnefs  or  fear, 
Or  thou  muft  ftay  to  con  it  over  again* 

The  L  O  R  D's  PRAYER. 

Our  Father,  who  the  univerfe  didft  frame 

Our  Father,  from  whofe  Love  all  bleflings  flow, 
Hallow'd  for  ever  be  thy  glorious  name, 
By  all  the  faints  above,  and  men  below. 

Soon  may  thy  kingdom  come,  O  gracious  Lord  ! 
When  we  on  earth,  fhall  join  the'  angelic  hoft, 
And  all  be  govern'd  by  thy  facred  word, 
And  by  the  guidance  of  the  Holy  Ghoft : 

Thy  will  divine,  amongft  us  mortals  here 

On  earth,  implicitly  be  ever  done, 

As  it  is  always  in  a  higher  fphere, 

By  ev  ry  angel,  feraph,  pow'r,  and  throne. 

Forgive  us,  Lord  !  forgive  us  here  below, 
All  the  offences,  we  have  ever  done  ; 
As  we  forgivenefs  for  our  brethren's  mow, 
May  we  expect  forgivenefs  for  our  own  : 

Permit  us  not  by  fin  to  be  enfnar'd 

Let  no  temptation  our  frail  hearts  entice 

Our  fouls  from  this  world's  vain  delufions  guard, 
From  Satan's  toils,  and  ev'ry  fenfual  vice. 

The  fove'reignty  of  all  the  world  is  thine 

Omnipotence  belongs  to  none,  but  thee 

All  Glory  too,  that  attribute  divine, 

Is  thine and  fo  (hall  it  for  ever  be  '  Amen. 

What 


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J£.  What  doft  thou  of  the  Lord  thy  God  defire 

In  this  fhort  Prayer when  with  uplifted  eyes, 

And  mind  quite  rapt  with  a  celeflial  fire, 
Thou  darteft  thy  petitions  to  the  fkies  ? 

A.  Firft,  of  the  Lord  my  God,  and  heave'nly  Sire, 
His  aid  and  kind  afliftance  I  implore, 
That  He  wou'd  give  us  all  that  we  require, 
That  as  we  ought,  we  may  his  name  adore. 
Whatever  blefiings  we  may  chance  to  want, 
I,  next,  befeech  that  He'd  be  pleas'd  to  lend, 
And  ev'ry  neceffary  like  wife  grant, 
To  clothe  our  bodies  and  our  fouls  defend. 
1  farther  beg,  that  He  wou'd  quite  difcharge 
Our  long  accounts — I  cannot  fay  how  long! 
And  take  companion  upon  all  at  large, 
That  ever  did  us  any  harm  or  wrong: 

I  alfo  pray,  that  He  wou'd  (till  defend, 
And  by  His  mighty  Power  keep  us  whole, 
From  all  the  ills  and  dangers  that  attend, 
As  well  this  mortal  body,  as  the  foul. 

Al]  this,  I  truft,  He'll  of  His  mercy  do, 
Through  Jefus  Chrift,  his  ever-bleffed  Son, 
And  for  His  fake,  to  all  compaffion  mow : 
Therefore,  I  fay,  Amen  ! May  this  be  done ! 

<§.  Thus  far  thy  anfwers  have  been  full  and  plain    «•  ■ 
Now  tell  me,  without  any  fly  referve, 
How  many  facraments  did  Chrift  ordain, 
Which  his  whole  church  was  always  to  obferve  ? 

A.  Two  only,  to  falvation  requilite, ' 

He  in  the  gofpel  left  upon  record 

That  is  to  fay if  (as  1  think)  I'm  right 

Baptifm — and  the  Supper  of  our  Lord. 

j^.  If  thou  doll  underftand  the  queftion,  fay, 

By  this  word,  Sacrament,  what  doft  thou  mean  ? 

Thy  fentiments  of  it  before  me  lay, 

And,  if  thou  canft,  explain  the  myftic  fcene. 

A.  It 


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A.    It  is  a  vifible,  and  outward  fign 
Of  an  internal,  fpiritual  grace, 
Whereby  I'm  fure  that  Chrift  himfelf  is  mine, 
With  all  the  gifts  he  grants  his  chofen  race. 

3J.  How  many  parts  do  each  of  thofe  contain, 
Before  the  prefent  congregation  fay, 
And  make  them  to  the  meaneft  Chriftian  plain, 
As  is  the  funfhine  that  illumes  the  day  ? 

A.  In  either  Sacrament,  two  parts  there  are, 
One,  is  the  vifible  and  outward  fign, 
The  other  does  an  inward  grace  declare, 
A  mental  pow'r,  and  energy  divine. 

jj.  What  is  the  outward  fign,  that  may  be  feen, 
Or  facred  form  in  baptifm  reveaPd, 
Whereby  all  Chriilians  are  from  fin  made  clean, 
And  by  a  grace,  to  them  peculiar,  feal'd  ? 

A.  Water,  wherein  the  perfon  is  baptize'd 
(Who  can  this  fign  of  his  religion  boaft) 
In  thofe  dread  names,  by  Chriftians  fo  much  prize'd, 
I  mean,  "  the  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft." 

Q  What  is  that  inward,  fpiritual  grace, 
Which  cannot  by  the  carnal  eye  be  feen, 
Whereby  God  ihows  to  all  his  chofen  race, 
That  they  are  wafh'd  from  their  offences  clean  ? 

A.    It  is  the  blood  of  Chrift,  God's  only  Son, 
Which  ev'ry  foul  from  native  filth  does  lave, 
And  fin — whereby  it  had  been  elfe  undone, 
Whereas,  before,  it  was  the  devil's  (lave: 

'Tis  that  alone,  which  does  man's  fins  efface, 
And  to  a  new-born  righteoufnefs  reftore, 
'Tis  that  which  makes  him  heav'n's  child  thro'  grace, 
When  he,  by  nature,  was  God's  foe  before. 
J9.  Tell  me,  my  child  !   what  is  require'd  of  thofe, 
Who,  to  the  font,  to  be  baptize'd  are  brought  ? 
And  fluently  the  benefits  difclofe, 
Which  by  that  holy  Sacrament  are  wrought  ? 

?    A  lively 


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^.   A  lively  faith,  and  penitence  fincere, 

By  all,  who  are  baptize'd,  muft  be  exprefs'd, 
And  ev'ry  one  muft  both  thefe  badges  bear 
Of  the  religion  that's  by  him  profeis'd. 

Repentance,  ev'ry  error  to  refign, 
And  ev'ry  fin  entirely  to  forfake — 
Faith,  to  believe  the  promifes  divine, 
Which  God  to  them  did,  in  this  office,  make. 

££.  How  then  can  infants  at  the  font  engage 
All  this,  and  fuch  a  burden  undertake  •, 
When  they,  by  reafon  of  their  tender  age, 
Cannot  perform  the  promifes  they  make  ? 

A.  Becaufe  their  fureties  anfwer,  in  their  room, 
That  they  mall  all  thofe  promifes  fulfil — 
Which  promifes,  when  to  due  years  they  come, 
They  muft  perform  with  an  obedient  will. 

.  Why  was  the  holy  Eucharift  ordain'd  ? 
And  why,  e'er  fince  our  Loid  firft  kept  that  feaft, 
Has  it  by  all  good  Chriftians  been  maintained, 
With  a  devotion,  that  has  never  ceas'd  ? 
A.  It  was,  that  we  might  ever  bear  in  mind 

The  death  of  Chrift,  who  for  our  fins  was  flain, 
And  the  vaft  benefits  which  all  mankind 
May,  from  his  painful  fufferings,  obtain. 

J>.  What  is  the  vifible,  external  part 

Of  that  bleit  feaft,  or  Sacrament  divine, 

That  feals  the  promis'd  grace?  tell  me  by  heart — 

Tell  me,  I  fay,  what  is  it's  outward  fign  ? 

A*   It  is  the  bread  and  wine,  our  blefTed  Lord 
Commanded  us  to  take,  for  his  dear  fake, 
When  we  his  Body  and  his  Blood  record, 
And  of  that  Soul-fufficing  food  partake. 

.  What  is  the'  internal  part,  the  pow'r  divine, 
The  grace,  that  in  this  Sacrament  does  lie, 
Or  thing  intended  by  the  bread  and  wine  ? 
I  beg  a  ready  and  concife  reply. 

A.  (Thrift's 


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A.    Chrift's  Body  and  his  Blood  are  fignify'd 
Thereby — which  he  for  all  his  people  fhed, 
When  man  was  fave'd,  and  God  was  fatisfy'd^ 
And  with  the  Bread  of  Life  we  all  were  fed. 

Q  What  are  the  benefits  that  thence  accrue 
To  all,  who  worthily  receive  the  fame, 
And,  at  this  facramental  banquet  fhew, 
The  great  regard  they  bear  their  Saviour's  name? 

A.   Our  fouls  are  fed  upon  our  Saviour's  flefh, 
And  on  his  gifts  divine  with  vaft  delight : 
Our  feeble  faith  the  banquet  does  refrefh, 
And  all  our  fins,  thro'  him,  are  cancell'd  quite: 

For  as  the  tafteful  bread  and  wine  are  good, 
To  ftrengthen  and  rejoice  the  heart  of  flefh  : 
Juft  fo  our  Saviour's  Body  and  his  Blood, 
The  fouls  of  good  communicants  refrefh. 

.§>.  What  is  required  of  ev'ry  worthy  gucft, 
(Befides  all  proper  rev'rence  and  refpect) 
Who  without  dread  comes  to  this  holy  feaft,, 
If  he,  from  it,  can  any  good  expect  ? 

A.   He  thoroughly  mult  fcrutinize  his  heart. 
If  he  detefls  the  devious  paths  he  trod, 
And  from  his  fins  determines  to  depart, 
Whether  committed  againft  man,  or  God> 
And,  next  to  that,  he  fully  muft  intend 
Never  to  lead  the  life  he  led  before ; 
But  all  his  former  wicked  ways  amend, 
As  God  himielf  commands,  and  fin  no  more  : 

He  likewife  for  a  certainty  mull  know, 

Whether  he  does  a  lively  faith  poffefs 

In  all  the  mercies,  that  fo  freely  flow 

From  God,  thro'  Chrift — whom  we  muft  ever  blefs : 

He,  farther,  muft  in  jefus  Chrift  believe, 

And  in  the  blood  that  did  for  him  atone, 

Who  by  his  death  did  all  our  fouls  reprieve, 

When  none  cou'd  refcue  us,  but  Chrift  alone  : 

S  Laftly, 


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Laftly,  his  heart  he  muft  examine  well, 
Whether,  in  charity  with  all,  he  lives, 
And  can  fo  far  his  rebel  pafilons  quell, 
That  he  their  trefpalTes  to  all  forgives. 

Things,  to  be  confider'd,  and  made  ufc 
of,  when  night  comes. 

i  /~  1  iHink,  how  thy  life  does  ileal  away ! 
JL     'Tis  daily  Ihorten'd  by  a  day  -9 
And  thou  art  now  to  death  more  near 
By  twelve  months,  than  the  former  year. 

2  Go  not  a  fingle  night  to  reft, 

E'er  thou  haft  fin  call:  from  thy  breaft, 

And  thy  accounts  in  order  pur, 

E'er  thou  prefume'ft  thy  eyes  to  ihut, 

3  Let  not  the  fetting  fun  defcend 
Upon  thy  wrath,  fhou'd  fome  offend : 
'Tis  better  with  a  Bear  to  reft, 
Than  fleep  with  malice  in  thy  breaft. 

4  Much  greater  rifques  each  man  attend 
In  bed,  (if  Chrift  be  not  his  friend) 
Than  Daniel  erft  experience'd,  when 
He  lay  within  the  lions'  den. 

§  The  fcriptures  tell  us,  that  the  fiend 
Does,  day  and  night,  our  fteps  attend, 
Tike  a  fierce  lion,  ev'ry  hour- 
Contriving  whom  he  may  devour. 

6  Who  does  the  lion's  rage  reftrain 

But  Chrift,  the  faithful  Shepherd-fwain, 
That,  day  and  night,  untouch'd  by  fleep. 
Doth  from  the^  fiend  protect  his  fheep  ? 

7  Full  many  go  in  health  to  bed, 
Who  in  the  morning  are  found  dead, 
And  ne'er  lhall  wake,  until  they  come, 
At  the  fhrill  trumpet's  found,  to  doom. 

8  When 


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3  When  thou  haft  toil'd  and  moil'd  all  day. 
And  night  comes  on,  drive  hard  to  pay 
Thy  eve'nmg  facrifice  apart, 
With  proper  words  and  pious  heart. 

9  Welcome  with  pray'r  each  rifing  fun, 
And  end  each  day,  as  'twas  begun, 
With  pray'r  it's  gates,  each  ev'ning,  bar, 
Unbar  them,  ev'ry  morn,  with  pray'r. 

io  God  will  his  off'ring  have  at  night, 
As  well  as  with  the  dawning  light : 
He,  morn  and  eve,  does  praife  expect — 
His  praife  nor  morn,  nor  eve,  neglect. 

1 1   Convene  thy  family  each  day, 
And  constantly  your  prayers  fay, 
A  Chapel  make  of  thy  abode, 
And  be  thyfelf  the  man  of  God. 

ia  Upon  thy  knees  devoutly  pray, 
And  read  the  fcriptures  ev'ry  day, 
Thy  children  teach  what  to  believe, 
And  thou  (halt  endlefs  blifs  receive. 

[  3  On  each  day's  work,  reflect  at  night, 
And  put  whate'er  was  wrong,  to  right 
If  God  thou'ft  vex'd,  for  pardon  fue, 
If  thou'ft  had  grace,  his  praifes  mew. 

14  Ne'er  go  to  fleep  immers'd  in  vice, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  fo,  to  judgement,  rife  : 
To  clofe  thy  eye-lids  be  afraid, 

'Till  thou  haft  for  forgivenefs  pray'd. 

15  He,  that  prefumes  to  go  to  reft, 
E'er  he  from  fin  has  clear'd  his  breaft, 
Does  hazard  more,  than  if  a  fnake 
He  to  his  bed  at  night  (hou'd  take. 

1 6  Left  thou  from  fleep  ihou'dft  to  the  bar 
Be  call'd,  at  midnight,  to  appear, 

Go  not  abrupt,  like  one  of  thofe, 
Who  nothing  mind,  to  thy  repofe. 

S  2  17  When, 


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17  When,  to  thy  bed,  thou  turn'ft  thine  eye, 
Think  on  the  grave,  where  thou  muft  lie^ 
And,  when  thou  lay'ft  thee  down  to  fleep, 
Thy  latter  end  in  mind  ftill  keep. 

18  And,  as  thou  takeft  off  thy  clothes, 
All  but  thy  fhirt,  to  feek  repofe, 
Think  how  thy  all  muft  be  refign'd, 
Befides  thy  fhrowd,  and  left  behind. 

19  When  Peter's  monitor  firft  crows, 
And  wakes  thee  from  thy  night's  repofe, 
Reflect,  e'er  thou  doft  quit  thy  bed, 
How  the  laft  trump  Ihall  roufe  the  dead! 

AHYMN,to  be  fung  before  One  goes 

to  Sleep. 

1  Tk  /TY  gracious  God,    and  faithful  guard! 
xVJL  Who,  night  and  day,  doft  watch  and  ward 
Thy  fervant,  be  thou  ever  bleft, 

Who  doft  protect  me,  whilft  I  reft  ! 

2  This  day  I'm  circle'd  by  a  band 
Of  angels,  who  at  thy  command 
Are  charge'd  to  bear  me,  ev'ry  one, 
Left  I  fhou'd  ftumble  at  a  ftone. 

3  Thou  haft  preferve'd  me,  by  thy  care, 
From  the  infernal  ferpent's  fnare, 
Who,  night  and  day,  feeks  to  decoy 
Me  to  his  toils,  and  then  deftroy. 

4  This  day  thou  gaveft  me  to  eat 
Rock-honey,  and  the  flow'r  of  wheat, 
And  filled'ft  me  a  flowing;  bowl 

To  quench  the  thirft,  thatparch'd  my  fouL 

5  Thou  didft  preferve  me  from  each  crofs, 
From  trouble,  injury,  and  lofs, 

From  ill-fuccefs,  difeafe,  and  lhame ; 
Whence,  from  my  heart,  I  praife  thy  name? 

6  Thou 


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6  Thou  took'ft  of  me,  Almighty  Sire  ! 
More  care,  than  I  cou'd  well  require, 
As  if  thou  hadft  no  other  fon 

To  take  care  of,  but  me  alone. 

7  Blefs'd  be  the  lifter  of  my  head, 
Who  nightly  watches  near  my  bed, 
And  does  to  me  fuch  favour  fhew 
By  day  and  night,  where-e'er  I  go ! 

A  Thankfgiving  for  Fire,    Warmth,   &c. 

i  fnr^HOU,  that  doft  beft  provide,  what  we  require— 
\_     That  doft  our  bodies  and  our  fouls  uphold, 
1  blefs  thee  for  thy  glorious  creature,  Fire, 
Which  thou  haft  made  to  warm  us  when  we're  cold  ! 

2  How  gracioufly,  O  God  !  clidft  thou  ordain 

Food  againft  hunger —drink,  when  we  are  dry — 

Fire,  againft  cold — and  houfes,  againft  rain  ? 
And  all,  thy  froward  creatures  to  fupply  ! 

3  For  if  thou  hadft  not  form'd  this  ufeful  Have, 
Our  bodies  with  it's  pleafing  warmth  to  cheer, 
How  long  had  men  been  abfent  from  the  grave  ? 
Or  how  cou'd  he  have  ever  fojourn'd  here. 

4  Although  it  be  fo  requifite  a  thing, 
But  few  among  fo  many  millions  join 

(How  few,  alas!)  their  grateful  thanks  to  bring, 
And  praife  thy  goodnefs  for  the  gift  divine? 

5  Lord,  open  thou  our  eyes,  that  we  may  fee, 

How  vaft  the  blefTings  thou  on  us  haft  fned 

Open  our  mouths,  that  we  may  trumpet  thee, 
Each  of  us,  for  his  houfe,  his  fire,  his  bed  ! 

6  Better  than  us,  have  often  lain  abroad, 
Shiv'ring  with  cold,  beneath  a  bitter  fky  : 
Cherifti  them  with  thy  favour,  O  my  God  ! 
And  make  its  ever  thankful,  'till  we  die  ! 

S3 


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A  Prayer   at  going  to  Bed. 

i  fT^HOU,  that  doft  guard  thy  people,  and  protect ? 
X      Thou  caftle  of  defence,  the  weak  to  keep ! 
For  Jefu's  fake,  do  not  my  fuit  reject, 
But  hear  my  cry,  before  I  go  to  deep. 

2  Almighty  God  !   upon  my  bended  knee 
By  my  bedfide,  1  now  moil  humbly  own, 
That  I'm  not  worthy  to  lift  up  to  thee 

My  eyes — much  lefs  then  to  approach  thy  throne. 

3  And  yet  I  ftill  prefume  to  hope  that  I 

Shall  get  thee  (for  my  bleffed  Saviour's  fake) 
Not  only  to  give  ear  unto  my  cry, 
But  to  accord  whate'er  requeft  I  make. 

4  Be  thou,  my  ftrength,  and  kind  protector  ftill 

Be  thou  my  prop,  and  guardian  of  my  right 

Be  thou,  my  fhield  from  each  impending  ill, 
That  may  befal  me,  e'en  this  very  night! 

5  Lord  !  I  am  going  now  to  my  repofe, 

And  die  I  muft,  but  can't  fay  where,  or  when  : 
For  once  he  falls  afleep,  no  mortal  knows 
Whether,  or  no,  he  e'er  mail  wake  agen. 

6  Good  reafon,  then,  that  man  fhou'd  recommend 
His  foul,  each  night,  unto  his  Maker's  care, 
And  make  him,  e'er  he  goes  to  reft,  his  friend- 
Left  he  fhou'd  ne'er  again  breathe  vital  air. 

7  On  which  account,  I  come,  this  night,  to  thee, 
My  guardian,  and  my  God,  whom  I  adore! 
With  contrite  heart,  and  with  a  bended  knee, 
Thy  mercy  and  afiiftance  to  implore. 

8  Be  thou  my  fort,  and  caftle  of  defence- 


Be  thou,  my  rock  of  ftrength,  my  fecret  den  ■ 
To  keep  me  fafe,  this  night,  from  all  offence, 
And  fhelter  me  from  ill-defigning  men  ! 

9  The 


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I   The  lion,  who  ne'er  fleep  nor  flumberknew, 
Wou'd  fain  devour  me,   both  by  night  and  day, 
And  I  can  fee  no  method  to  efchew 
My  fate,  fhou'dft  thou  not  baulk  him  of  his  prey. 

10  Receive  me,  then,  to  thy  paternal  bread, 
And  in  thy  foft'ring  bofom  fafely  keep, 
That  I,  this  night,  may  comfortably  reft,  . 
Lull'd  in  the  arms  of  mercy  fait  afleep. 

1 1  Extend  thy  wide-ftretch'd  pinions  o'er  my  head, 
And  fcreen  me  from  the  infults  of  my  foes, 
That  I,  beneath  them,  free  from  any  dread, 
May  find  a  fvveet  and  undifturb'd  repofe. 

1 2  Place  thou  a  band  of  angels  round  my  bed, 
To  guard  me  from  all  terrors  and  alarms, 

And  bid  them,  o'er  me,  their  gay  pinions  fpread, 
To  fliade  me  whilfl  I'm  fleeping  in  thy  arms. 

13  Do  thou  thyfelf,  with  thine  all-feeing  eye, 
Watch  o'er  me,  with  a  care  beyond  the  reft, 
Left  any  thing  injurious  fhou'd  come  nigh, 
And  hurt  me,  whilfl:  I  am  with  fleep  oppreft. 

14  Give  me  this  night,  and  at  all  other  times, 

An  unannoy'd  repofe,  and  tranquil  peace 

Give  to  my  foul,  true  bliis,   undafh'd  with  crimes — 
Give  to  my  body,  it's  due  reft  and  eafe  : 

15  And,  left  I  fhou'd  unto  my  doom  be  led, 
Whifft  yet  fcarce  wak'd  from  ileep,  and  unaware, 
Let  me  not,  any  night,  e'er  go  to  bed, 

Before  I  for  that  aweful  fcene  prepare. 

16  Never  let  fleep  upon  my  eyes  defcend, 

'Till  I  have  pleaded  hard  with  thee — and  'till 
I  on  my  pardon  fully  may  depend, 
For  all  I  did,  repugnant  to  thy  will. 

1 7  Make  me  confels  each  wrong  and  injury, 
Each  crime,  and  ev'ry  frailty  of  my  foul — 
That,  after  I've  confels'd  them  all  to  thee, 
I  may  obtain  remifiion  of  the  whole. 

S  4.  i-fl  Make 


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IS  Make  thou  me  weep,  OLord  !  and  grieve  full  fore, 
Becaufe  I've  dive'd  fo  very  deep  in  fin  : 
Make  thou  me  wail,  as  no  one  wail'd  before, 
Becaufe  my  life  fo  very  loofe  hath  been. 

19  Make  me  retire  to  bed,  each  night  I  live, 
As  true  a  penitent,  as  if  I  knew 

I  fhou'd  not  for  another  night  furvive, 
Wherein  I  might  again  repentance  lhew. 

20  Make  thou  meearneftly  for  pardon  fue 
(Through  the  dear  blood  and  paffion  of  thy  fon) 
For  all  the  fins  that  I  did  ever  do, 

That  they  may  be  forgiven,  ev'ry  one. 

2 1  In  the  Lamb's  blood  wafh  thou  all  o'er  thy  (lave — 
The  Lamb,  that  was  for  our  redemption  (lain  ! 
And  bury  all  my  vices  in  his  grave, 

And  never  fuffer  them  to  rife  again. 

22  O,  do  not  any  of  my  fins  enroll, 

But  from  thy  book  eraze  them  ev'ry  one, 
Left  one  alone  mou'd  fink  with  fhame  my  foul, 
When  I  appear  before  thy  aweful  throne. 

23  Let  me  each  hour,  both  of  the  day  and  night, 
Be  always  in  the  nuptial  robe  array'd, 

My  lamp  well  fill'd  with  oil,  and  blazing  bright, 
Waiting  my  Saviour's  Advent  undifmay'd. 

24  Affure,  beyond  ail  doubt,  my  fainting  heart, 
That  there's  referve'd  for  me  a  glorious  lot, 
And  that  I  mall  enjoy  no  trivial  part 

Of  that  vaft  blifs,  Chrift  for  his  brethren  got. 

25  I,  therefore,  now,  O  Lord,  will  lay  me  down 
In  peace,  to  take  my  neceffary  fleep  : 

For  it  is  only  thou,  O  God  !  I  own 

That  doft  meanwhile  my  foul  in  fafety  keep. 


A  Midnight 


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A    Midnight    Meditation. 

i  ]     FOW  proper,  and  how  fweet  a  thing, 

X  X   It  *1S  w^tn  a^  t^e  heart  t0  ^ing 
To  God  at  midnight,  when  the  reft 

Of  mortals  are  with  deep  oppreft  ! 

2  How  good,  how  grateful,  and  how  right, 
To  praife  him  with  the  dawning  light, 
And  meditate  with  active  mind 

On  the'  attributes  to  God  aflign'd  ? 

3  The  body,  funk  in  fleep,  to  raife, 
And  with  a  ferious  heart  to  praife 
The  Godhead,  is  a  deed  mod  right, 
And  fills  the  foul  with  vail  delight  : 

4  As  'tis,  like  David,  to  arife 

When  midnight  darkens  all  the  fkies, 
And  without  ceafing  to  applaud 
For  his  kind  aid,  the  Lord  our  God  : 

5  Bearing  his  mercies  ftill  in  mind — 

His  various  favours  to  mankind 

And  patience  fhewn  to  finful  man, 
At  all  times  fince  the  world  began  : 

6  Giving  at  our  bedfide  to  God, 

For  all  the  goodnefs  He  has  ihow'd, 
Mod  hearty  thanks  for  ever  more  ♦, 
Whilft  other  heedlefs  mortals  fnore. 

7  All  glory,  honour,  thanks  and  might, 
And  adoration,  day  and  night, 

Be  to  the'  eternal  Godhead  paid, 
For  his  unceafing  care  and  aid  ! 


Tweoiy- 


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Twenty-Third    PSALM. 

i  "Jl  JjT Y  fhepherd  is  the  Lord  above, 
XVjL  Who  ne'er  will  fuffer  me  to  rove ; 
In  Him  111  truft  ;  he  is  fo  good, 
He'll  never  let  me  want  for  food. 

2  By  his  ilrong  arm  I'm  firmly  bound, 
And  by  his  Grace  begirt  around  -, 

So  that,  nor  man,  nor  maid,  nor  Devil, 
-  Can  e'er  prevail,  to  do  me  evil. 

3  To  paftures  green  and  flow'ry  meads, 

His  happy  flock  he  gently  leads, 
Where  water  in  abundance  flows, 
And  where  luxuriant  herbage  grows. 

4  When  o'er  my  bounds  I  chance  to  roam, 
My  fhepherd  finds  and  brings  me  home ; 
And  when  I  wander  o'er  the  plain, 

He  drives  me  to  the  fold  again. 

5  Or  fhou'd  I  hap  to  lofe  my  way, 
And  in  Death's  gloomy  valley  ftray, 
I  need  not  ever  be  difmay'd ; 

For  God  himfelf  will  be  my  aid. 

6  In  whate'er  pafture  I  abide, 
He  ftill  is  prefent  at  my  fide ; 

His  rod,  his  crook,  his  fhepherd's  ftaff, 
At  all  events  fhall  keep  me  fafe. 

j  My  foul  with  comfort  overflows, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  num'rous  foes  ; 
.And  thou  with  fweetnefs  haft,  O  Lord ! 
And  plenty  crown'd  my  crouded  board. 

g  His  precious  balms,  my  God  hath  fhed, 
Upon  my  highly-favour'd  head  •, 
And  with  the  blefTings  of  the  Lord, 
My  larder  is  completely  ftor'd. 


His 


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9  His  bounty,  and  his  mercies  palt, 
Shall  follow  me  unco  the  lait ; 
And,  for  his  favours  (hewn  to  roe, 
His  houie,  my  home  mall  ever  be. 

I0  To  God,  the  Father- and  the  Son- 

And  Holy  Spirit Three-in-one, 

Let  us  our  bounden  homage  pay, 
Each  hour,  each  moment  of  the  day  ! 

How  a  Person  ought  to  roufe  up  both  Body 
and  Soul,  in  the  dead  of  Night,  to  praife  his 
GOD. 

i     A    Wake,  my  fluggifh  foul !  from  fleep  awake, 
/\  And  with  a  heart  fincere  attempt  to  fing 
(In  the  moil  daring  flight  thy  thoughts  can  take) 
The  glorious  praifes  of  the'  eternal  King! 

2  Awake,  awake for  thou  halt  wond'rous  caufe, 

And,  like  the  nightingale,  thy  vigils  keep, 

To  give  the  Lord  his  juflly-due  applaufe, 
Nor  fpare  an  hour  of  all  the  night  to  fleep. 

3  Awake,  awake,  and  to  thy  mind  recall 

The  mercies  (hewn  thee  by  the  Lord,  each  morn, 
And  how  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  of  us  all 
Supported  thee,  e'er  fince  thou  firffc  wert  born. 

4  'Tis  He  alone,  that  can  afliftance  brina, 

He  is  thy  way,  thy  ftrength,  and  thy  defence, 
Thy  Rock,  thyChrift,  and  thy  Almighty  King, 
Who  refcue'd  thee  in  ev'ry  exigence. 

5  'Twas  He,  that  fram'd  thee  on  fo  wife  a  plan, 
'Twas  He,   who  freed  thee  from  fin's  galling  chain, 
'Twas  He,  reftor'd  to  life  thy  inward  man, 

And  by  His  Holy  Spirit  fonrfd  again. 

6  'Twas  He,  that  call'd  thee  to  believe  the  whole 
The  gofpel  teaches,   from  among  the  blind, 
'Twas  He,  that  freely  juftify'd  thy  foul, 
Through  faith  in  Chrifl,  the  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

7  With 


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J  With  dainty  fare  thy  famifli'd  foul  he  fed, 
And  clothe'd  thee  in  a  fuitable  array, 
To  mighty  honours  he  rais'd  up  thy  head,, 
And  drove  each  pain  and  evil  far  away. 

8  He  gave  thee  a  good  character  and  name, 

He  gave  thee  grace,  fuccefs,  content,  and  health, 

He  gave  thee  credit,  and  an  honeft  fame, 

He  gave  thee  virtue,  and  he  gave  thee  wealth. 

i  9  He  caufe'd  thee,  to  be  very  much  belov'd, 
To  be  with  univerfal  favour  crown'd, 
To  be  by  all  degrees  of  men  approv'd, 
Without  a  foe  in  all  the  countries  round, 

io  He  never  did  invidioufly  referve, 
Whatever  thou  didft  earneftly  requeft, 
Tho'  at  his  hands  thou  never  didft  deferve 
The  very  crumbs,  wherewith  thou  haft  been  bleft. 

1 1  Of  all  men  living  there's  .not  one  does  owe 
More  to  his  Maker — or  that  is  more  bound 
To  praife  the  Holy  Trinity,  than  thou — 
Than  thou  thyfelf,  art  in  the  country  round. 

12  "  Therefore  awake,  and  to  thy  mind  recall 

"  The  kindnefs  fhewn  thee  by  the  Lord,  each  morn, 

"  And  how  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  of  us  all 

"  Supported  thee,  e'er  fince  thou  firft  wert  born." 

13  And  whilft  thou  haft  a  head  and  tongue,  proclaim— 
Proclaim  forever,  to  the  hour  of  death, 

With  ceafelefs  voice  his  goodnefs  and  his  fame — 
Proclaim  them  ftill,  whilft  thou  haft  life  and  breath, 

14  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft,  the  God, 
The  facred  three-in-one,  whom  we  obey, 
Let  us  afcribe  all  proper  praife  and  laud, 
Each  day,  each  hour,  each  minute  of  the  day  ! 


Thanks 


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Thanks  for  our  Eledion,  and  feveral  Spi- 
ritual Gifts. 

i   ^v  Lord,  my  God  moft  high ! 
\^/  Say,  by  what  means  can  I 
Thy  praife  at  large  difplay, 
And  my  due  thanks  repay  ? 

2  E'er  the'  univerfe  was  made, 
Or  it's  foundations  laid, 
Thou  grace  to  me  hadft  given, 
To  be  a  fon  of  heaven. 

3  From  duft  thou  gave'ft  me  birth, 
When  but  a  clod  of  earth, 

And  with  thy  form  didft  grace 
A  creature  vile  and  bafe. 

4  Forth  from  my  mother's  womb 
I  did  uninjur'd  come, 

When  1  might  thence  have  came 
A  cripple,  maim'd  and  lame. 

5  Thou  didft  the  favour  give 
I  with  thy  faints  fhou'd  live, 
Whereas  I  might  as  well 

With  Jews  been  doom'd  to  dwell : 

6  And  when  to  Satan  fold, 
For  Adam's  fault  of  old, 
From  hell's  fulphureous  flood 

Thou  fave'dft  me  through  Chrift's  blood  : 

7  Nor  didft  thou,  for  me,  fpare 
Thine  only  Son  and  heir, 
But  gaveft  him  to  lie 
Upon  the  crofs,  and  die. 

8  Thou  didft  me  then  renew, 
(Such  favour  thou  didft  fhew !) 
To  be  thy  child  once  more, 
Although  the  fiend's  before. 

9  A  Father 


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9  A  Father,  thou  to  me, 
I  then  a  fori  to  thee, 
And,  in  thy  image  bright, 
Became  an  heir  of  light. 

10  Thou  called'ft  me,  O  Lord! 
By  thy  celeftiai  Word, 
And  by  thy  Holy  Spirit, 
Salvation  to  inherit 

1 1  Thou  called'ft  me  aloud, 
From  the  dull,  drunken  crowd. 
From  the  blind  heathen  throng, 
To  live  thy  faints  among. 

12  In  Chrift's  blood  purify'd, 
And  fully  fan&ify'd, 

A  ray  thou  gaveft  me 
Of  thy  Divinity. 

13  Though  in  a  wretched  cafe, 
Though  all  my  works  were  bafe, 
Thou  fave'dft  me,  when  undone, 
Through  faith,  in  thy  dear  Son. 

14  Thou  gave'fl  me  hopes,  that  I, 
At  the'  angel's  aweful  cry, 
Though  dead  in  fleih,  fhou'd  rife. 
And  foar  above  the  fkies  : 

15  And  fhou'd,  for  Jefus'  fake, 
Of  endlefs  blifs  partake, 
And  the  immenfe  reward, 
For  faints,  above  prepar'd: 

16  Where  I  mall  meet  with  peace, 
And  joys  that  never  ceafe, 
With  honour  and  refpecl, 
And  blifs,  without  defect. 

17  For  all  thofe  graces  given, 
I'll  laud  the  Lord  of  heave'n. 
His  praifes  I'll  proclaim, 
And  glorify  his  name  : 


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18  I'll  conftantly  ador  e, 
And  praife  him  evermore, 
For  his  great  lenity, 

And  goodnefs  fhewn  to  me. 

19  Be  all  due  honours  paid, 

To  him,  the  world,  who  made— 

To  him,  who  fave'd  it,  loft, 

And  to  the  Holy  Ghoft  !  Amen. 

A    PRAYER,    againft  the  Oppreffion 
of  One's  foe. 

1  yt  Wake,  awake,  why  wilt  thou  fleep,  my  God ! 
J[\.  Never  before  haft  thou  been  known  to  nod ! 
Thou  art  not  Baal! thy  afiiftance  give, 

And  from  this  fore  diftrefs  my  foul  relieve  ! 

2  Wipe  off  my  tears,    deftroy  each  wily  fnare, 
Preferve  my  foul,  and  blunt  each  keen-edge'd  care; 
Behold  my  woes,  my  piteous  waitings  hear, 
Judge  thou  my  caufe,  and  then  thy  fervant  clear. 

3  Thou  art  my  rock,  let  me  not  tumble  down — 
Thou  art  my  fort,  let  me  not  be  o'erthrown — 
My  Lord !  my  God  !  to  my  afiiftance  hafte, 
And  let  me  not  be  over-powYd  at  laft ! 

4  Omnipotent  thou  art,   and  help  canft  give, 
All-wife,  and  therefore  know'ft  how  to  relieve ; 
O  Sire  of  Mercy  !  quickly  me  redrefs, 

.    For  thou'rt  a  prefent  aid  in  each  diftrefs. 

5  My  adverfaries'  full-fwolPn  pride  abate, 
Ailuage  their  malice,  and  their  caufelefs  hate, 
Confound  the  fchemes  of  the  blood-thirfty  train, 
And,  for  Chrift's  fake,  relieve  me  from  my  pain. 

6  O  God  !   my  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  Fort, 

O  God  !   my  Health,  my  Truft,  and  my  Support, 
Lend  thou  an  ear,  and  liften  to  the  cries, 
Of  one,  that  in  the  deepeft  trouble  lies ! 

7   Thou 


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7  Thou  haft  permitted  my  invete'rate  foes* 
Without  a  caufe,  to  multiply  my  woes, 
And  bring  my  days  entirely  to  an  end, 
If  thou  doft  not  in  time  afTiftance  lend. 

8  Thou  gaveft  foreigners,  without  controul, 
A  full  permifTion  to  deftroy  my  foul, 

And  them,  with  whom  I'm  unacquainted  ftill, 
Leave  to  defpoil,  and  load  me  with  each  ill. 

9  They,  that  I'm  quite  a  ftranger  to — and  they 
Whom  I  did  never  injure,  or  gainfay, 

With  thofe,  on  whom  I  never  caft  my  eyes, 
Attempt  to  make  my  precious  foul  their  prize. 

10  They  have,  O  God!   thy  iervant's  foul  enfnare'd. 
And,  to  deftroy  me,  fully  are  prepare'd, 
Unlefs  my  wrongs  thou  fpeedeft  to  redrefs, 
And  to  deliver  me  from  my  diftrefs. 

1 1  Awake,  my  only  Saviour — ope  thine  eyes, 
My  Bark  in  great  diftrefs  and  danger  lies ; 
Rebuke,  O  Lord  !  the  wind  and  raging  main, 
Or  I  mall  foon  beneath  its  waves  be  lain. 

1 2  Let  not  my  fhip  be  fhatter'd  by  the  fea, 
Be  thou  my  haven,   thou  my  anchor  be, 
Still  thou  the  ftorm,  that  rages  o'er  my  head. 
Lend  me  thy  hand,  or  I  fhall  fink  like  lead. 

13  Thou  haft  commanded  me  to  come  to  thee, 
My  kind  protector,  in  adverfity  •, 

To  thee  I  come,  O  God  !  with  woes  opprefs'd  : 
O,  let  my  grievances  be  now  redrefs'd  ! 

14  Thou  promifed'ft  to  hear  my  plaintive  cry, 
Whene'er  I  calFd  to  thee  in  mifery, 

To  thee,  O  Lord  !  I  daily  call  amain  : 
O  refcue  me  from  evVy  woe  and  pain  ! 

15  The  pray'r  of  Jonah  thou  didft  hear  of  yore, 
Before  the  whale  difgorge'd  him  on  the  fhore, 
From  all  his  griefs  thou  didft  the  Seer  relieve  : 
Hear  then  my  plaint,  and  thy  afTiftance  give ! 

16  Thou 


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1 6  Thou  David  erft  from  Saul's  affaults  didft  free, 
When  thro'  the  deferts  he  was  force'd  to  flee : 
Deliver  me,  O  Lord!   from  all  my  woes, 
And  from  the  hands  of  my  infulting  foes. 

i  y  Elijah,  thou  didft  fafe,  from  Ifrael's  king, 
And  from  a  gracelefs  woman's  malice,  bring: 
Refcue  thou  me  from  each  corroding  grief,  ~ 
And  lend  me  from  my  bloody  foes  relief! 

1 8  Thou  erft  with  pleafing  looks  and  language  mild, 
Didft  treat  the  fire  of  the  demoniac  child  : 

Like  pity,  O  my  God  !   on  me  beftow, 
Who  for  thy  aid  with  equal  ardor  glow! 

19  To  her  of  Cana,  thou  didft  mercy  fhow, 
Only  becaufe  (he  importune'd  thee  lb : 
To  me,  like  fuccour,  O  my  God !   impart, 
Since  equal  zeal  with  her's  inflames  my  heart ! 

20  Since  none  on  earth  the  dragon  can  reftrain, 
And  the  invader  of  my  peace  enchain  : 

Yet  thou,  O  Lord  !   his  fcaly  creft  canft  low'r, 
Thou,Lord!  canft  bind  him, thou  canft  quite  o'erpow'r. 

21  Take  up  thy  fpear,  and  rife  to  fight  my  foes, 
With  it,  their  long-extended  ranks  oppofe, 

Blaft  their  vain  fchemes,  their  hoftile  bands  difarm. 
Nor  fuffer  them  to  do  me  any  harm. 

22  Let  thou  thy  angel  fcatter  them  abroad, 
That  wou'd  diftreis  thy  fervant,  O  my  God  ! 
Thy  fwift-wing'd  fhafts  to  their  deftruclion  fend, 
Who  fain  wou'd  bring  my  life  unto  an  end. 

23  Thou,  at  thy  pleafure,  canft  thy  fervant  free, 
Thou  from  my  troubles  canft  deliver  me, 
Do  thou  then,  in  companion,  comfort  give, 
And  me,  by  any  means,  from  death  reprieve. 

24  Let  not  my  foul  be  by  the  foe  devour'd, 
Let  not  me  be  confounded,  or  o'erpow  Yd, 

I  ,et  not  the  world,  and  all  it's  worldlings  fay, 
That  I'm  become  their  vidtim  or  their  prey, 

T  25  Shew 


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25  Shew  me  fome  gracious  token  from  above, 
Some  token  of  thy  goodnefs  and  thy  love, 
That  all  the  wond'ring  world  around,  may  fee 
How  much,  O  God !  how  well,  thou  loveft  me ! 

,26  I  afk  no  aid  from  any  earthly  thing, 

From  any  prince,  proud  potentate,  or  king, 
I  afk  no  aid,  but  from  the'  Almighty's  throne, 
Who  is  my  Keeper  and  my  God,  alone. 

27  Do  not,  O  God  !  my  trufting  heart  deceive  ; 
For  I,  in  thee,  and  thee  alone,  believe  : 
Bring  me  falvation  from  thy  holy  hill, 

For  I,  on  thee,  place  my  affiance  ftill. 

28  Do  not,  O  God  !  my  trufting  heart  deceive  ; 
For  I,  in  thee,  and  thee  alone,  believe : 
Come  then,  O  Lord !  with  comfort  to  my  foul, 
Nor  long,  for  it,  let  my  flrain'd  eyeballs  roll ! 

29  Come,  Lord!  to  my  affiftance,  come  with  fpeed, 
Come,  fave  my  foul,  now  in  the  time  of  need, 
That  I  of  thee  in  joyful  {trains  may  fmg, 

For  the  affiftance  thou  didft  deign  to  bring  ! 

A  Thanksgiving,  for  Relief  from  one's 
Enemies. 

1  17  E  angels,  and  ye  human  fons  of  care  ! 

X  Ye  heav'ns  and  earth,  and  all  that  in  them  are, 
Praife  ye  the  Lord — praife  him  with  all  your  might — ■ 
Praife  him  (who  refcue'd  me)  both  day  and  night! 

2  In  trouble  and  diftrefs,  in  need  extreme, 

I  pray'd  to  him,  who  did  my  foul  redeem, 
And  he,  amidft  the'  angelic  hofts  on  high, 
Heard  my  petition  and  my  piteous  cry. 

3  The  wily  ferpent  laid  his  dange'rous  fnares 
And  fatal  gins,  to  catch  me  unawares: 
But  God  his  fnares  and  gins  in  pieces  tore, 
And  mv  fave'd  foul  from  fure  deftrnclion  bore. 

4  He 


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4  He  fent,  his  holy  angel  to  unbind 

My  limbs — his  Spirit,  to  compofe  my  mind, 
His  fpreading  wings  he  kindly  o'er  me  threw, 
And  out  of  all  my  prefling  troubles  drew. 

5  The  Father,  heard  the  piteous  plaints  I  made, 
The  Son,  for  me,  as  interceiTor  pray'd, 

The  Holy  Spirit,  foothe'd  me  in  my  grief, 
And  in  adverfity  brought  me  relief. 

6  Let  ev'ry  creature  praife  the  Eternal  Mind, 
According  to  it's  nature  and  it's  kind, 

For  the  great  favour  He  has  fhewn  to  me, 
In  fetting  me  from  all  my  troubles  free ! 

7  The  bulls  of  Bafan  compafs'd  me  around, 
The  fieTy  ferpents  ftrove  my  foul  to  wound, 
Fierce  wolves  and  unicorns,  with  favage  joy, 
My  precious  foul  endeavour'd  to  deftroy. 

8  Both  men  and  women,  of  a  bloody  mind, 
A  fecret  ambufh  for  my  foul  defign'd, 
And,  tho'  the  fame  religion  they  profefs, 
Yet  they  rejoice'd  to  fee  me  in  diltrefs  : 

9  But  God  reveal'd  each  evil  they  defign'd, 

God  brought  to  nought  the  malice  of  each  mind, 

God  all  their  machinations  did  undo, 

And  God  relieve'd  my  foul  from  all  it's  woe. 

io  Let  ev'ry  creature  then  with  one  accord, 
And  notes  united,  laud  the  living  Lord, 
Who  fave'd  my  foul  from  all  it's  fev'ral  woes, 
And  pour'd  confufion  upon  all  my  foes. 

1 1  All  praife  and  might,  and  majefty,  and  pow'r, 
All  honour  and  thankfgiving,  ev'ry  hour, 
By  night  and  day,  unto  the  Godhead  be, 
Who  from  my  countlefs  troubles  fet  me  free. 


T  2  Another 


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Another  Shorter  Poem,  on  the  fame  Sub- 

jeft. 

i  T    IKE  Daniel,  when  among  the  lions  caft, 
I  j   Like  Jonah,  in  the  whale  imprifon'd  f aft, 
I  lifted  to  the  Lord  my  voice  on  high, 
And,  from  above,  he  quickly  heard  my  cry. 

2  The  ravenous  lions'  fury  he  reftrain'd, 

The  whale's  enormous  jaw  with  eafe  he  rein'd, 
The  ferpent's  fatelefs  appetite  he  quell'd, 
Short'ned  his  claws,  and  his  attacks  repelPd, 

3  Ye  heave'ns  above,  earth,  water*,  fire,  and  air, 
Ye  boift'rous  winds,  with  ev'ry  creature  fair. 
Your  great  Creator  ever  praife  and  blefs, 
Who  has  reliev'd  his  fervant  from  diftrefs. 


Part  of  the  Sixty-Ninth  Psalm, 

t  ""[J  Referve,  O  Lord !  •  my  precious  foul 
JL     From  the  deep  floods  that  o'er  me  roll, 
And  hourly  compafs  me  around, 
That  I'm  in  dread  of  being  drown'd. 

2  I  fank  into  the*  abyfs  of  woe, 
And  found  no  bottom  to  the  flough, 
The  billows  broke  above  my  head  -, 
So  that,  through  fear,  I'm  almoft  dead. 

3  To  God,  till  I  was  tire'd,  I  cry'd, 

My  throat  grew  hoarfe,  my  fpittle  dry'd, 
I  look'd,  and  look'd  fo  long,  for  thee, 
My  eyes  grew  dim,  I  cou'd  not  fee. 

4  My  foes,  e'en  than  my  hairs,  are  more, 
Or  than  the  fands  upon  the  more, ' 
They  all  are  fwift  and  ftrong  and  wife, 
Who  caufelefsly  againftme  rife. 


5  Nay, 


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5  Nay,   very  powerful  are  they, 
Who  feek  my  guilders  foul  to  flay  ; 
More  than  their  due  I  did  reftore, 
Though  I  was  then  extremely  poor. 

6  My  follies,  Lord !  thou  knowefl  well, 
Thou  my  fimplicity  canft  tell, 

And  my  tranfgreflions  naked  lie, 
Before  thy  all-furveying  eye. 

7  O,  let  not  them,  that  truft  in  thee, 
Be  fcandalize'd,  becaufe  of  me  ! 

O,  let  not  thofe,  that  feek  thy  face, 
On  my  account,  endure  difgrace  ! 

8  For  why  ?  I've  often  fuffer'd  blame 

For  thee,and  been  o'erwhelm'd  with  fliame, 
And  often  been  oblige'd  to  take 
A  thoufand  infults  for  thy  fake. 

9  I,  to  my  brethren,  am  become  : 
A  perfect  ftranger,  tho'  at  home  : 

So  much  an  alien  there  I'm  grown, 
I'm  to  my  mother's  fons  unknown. 

io  Unto  thy  houfe  fuch  zeal  I  bear, 

It  lhocks  my  foul,    their  feoffs  to  hear  -, 
For  all  thole  feoffs  revert  to  me : 
O  hear  me,  when  I  cry  to  thee  ! 

ii  A  flood  offcalding  tears  I  wept, 
A  fail  the  live-long  day  I  kept, 
And  flrove  thereby  my  flefh  to  tame, 
Yet  e'en  mine  abitinence  they  blame,  i 

12  Sackcloth  and  afhes  on  my  head, 
Like  one  with  grief  o'ercome,  I  fpread, 
'Till  my  wan  face,  and  heart  oppreft, 
Made  me  become  each  drunkard's  jeft. 

13  But,  Lord,  to  thee  my  pray'r  I  pour, 
O  hear  me  in  a  happy  hour ! 

O  hear  me,  God  of  mercy,  hear, 
And  turn  to  my  complaint  an  ear! 

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14  O  take  mc  from  the  mire  and  clay  ! 
Ne'er  let  me  fall  from  thee  away ! 
Deliver  me  from  ev'ry  foe, 

And  pluck  me  from  the'  abyfs  of  woe  ! 

15  Let  not  the  water-floods  o'erpow'r 

Let  not  the  pit  my  foul  devour 

Let  not  the  loud-refounding  tide, 
Beneath  it's  waves,  thy  fervant  hide  ! 

*6  Lord,  liften  to  my  loud  complaint  

Refrefh  me  kindly,  left  I  faint, 
And  turn  to  me  thy  radiant  face : 
For  fweet  is  thy  affifting  Grace  ! 

1 7  Thy  countenance,  Lord,  do  not  hide, 
For  I'm  diftrefs'd  on  ev'ry  fide ; 

O  come,  unto  my  aid,  with  fpeed, 
And  hear  me  in  the  time  of  need' 

1 8  To  my  endanger'd  foul  draw  nigh, 
And  fave  it  from  it's  mifery  ! 

0  fave  me  from  the  hands  of  thofe 

1  hate — O  fave  me  from  my  foes  ! 

19  To  thee,  my  fears  and  fhame  are  known, 
To  thee,  is  my  difhonour  mown, 

My  foes  are  ever  in  thy  fight, 

Lord,  turn  their  hearts,  and  fet  them  right! 

20  My  heart  is  ready  now  to  break — 
My  woe's  fo  great  I  fcarce  can  fpeak — 
Yet  I  no  faithful  friend  can  fee, 

To  fhew  compaflion  unto  me. 

2 1  Come  then,  my  God  !  O  come  with  fpeed, 
Give  me  the  comfort  that  I  need ! 
Remove  whatever  cares  annoy 

My  heart — that  I  may  laugh  for  joy! 

22  Judge  thou,  juft God  !  thy  fervant's  catife, 
According  to  thy  righteous  laws, 

And  mark  the  infults  and  the  woes 
I've  borne  from  defpicable  foes. 

23  Be 


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23  Be  thou,  O  Chrift,  my  advocate, 
And  enter  forme  to  debate, 
Nor  let  the  overbearing  foe 
Infult  a  man  fo  very  low  ! 

24  And  thou,  foft  Pity's  Sire,  confole 
My  fad  and  fin-befpotted  foul, 

Cheer  my  funk  heart,   and  make  me  reft 
In  endlefs  joy,  among  the  bled  ! 

25  From  thy  falvation,  O  my  King, 
To  me  again  afliltance  bring  •, 
With  thy  free  Spirit  fill  my  bread, 
Nor  let  me  be  with  woe  oppreft  ' 

26  O  let  me  hear  thy  glorious  voice, 
That  I  may  in  the  found  rejoice  •, 
And  that  the  heart  thou  haft  diftreft, 
May  leap  for  joy  within  my  bread? 

The  30th  Psalm,  a  Tliankfgiving  for  De- 
liverance out  of  Trouble. 

1  ^n^Rom  dud  and  dirt,    where  low  I  lay, 

jj    From  crowds,  from  mire,  from  clogging  clay, 
Thou  didd,  O  Lord,  thy  fervant  raife  ; 
Thy  name  I'll  therefore  ever  praife. 

2  Thou  didd  the  triumphs  of  my  foes, 
And  all  their  well-plann'd  fchemes  oppofe, 
When  I  cou'd  not  their  rage  reprefs  : 

So  very  deep  was  my  didrefs  ! 

3  I  call'd,  O  Lord,  upon  thy  name, 
Led  I  lhou'd  to  the  pit  with  fhame 
Be  thrown — thou  didd  attend  my  cry, 
And  fent'd  me  fuccour  from  on  high. 

4  Thou  didd  preferve  my  foul  from  hell, 
That  with  the  damn'd  1  might  not  dwell: 
Thou  didd  my  feeble  body  fave 

From  all  the  horrors  of  the  grave. 

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5  Men,  faints  and  angels,  then,   accord 

To  chant  the  praifes  of  the  Lord 

The  praifes  of  the  Trinity, 

Who  dealt  fo  gracioufly  by  me. 

6  His  anger  but  a  little  fpace 
Endures — but  his  all-faving  grace 
Does  life  exceed  :  grief  lafts  the  night ; 
But  joy  dawns  with  the  morning  light. 

7  Whilft  I  enjoy'd  the  world  at  will, 
I  faid— "  I  ne'er  mall  fuffer  ill ; 

"  My  pleafures  nothing  can  remove  -, 
"  I  ftill  fhall  lead  the  life  I  love." 
3  Thus  I  prefume'd,  and  boafted  long, 
As  thou  hadft  made  my  hill  fo  flrong — 
'Till,  angry  at  my  finful  pride, 
Thou  turn'ft  thy  countenance  afide. 

9  Soon  as  thou  didft  avert  thy  face, 
Becaufe  of  my  neglect  of  grace, 
I  hourly  fell  to  fome  diilrefs, 
More  dire  than  language  can  exprefs. 

io  I  then  did  earneftly  complain, 
And  humbly  cry  to  thee  again, 
That  thou  wou'dft  pity  take  betimes, 
And  pardon  me  my  countlefs  crimes. 

j  i  What  profit  is  there  in  my  blood, 
O  Lord— -I  argue'd — or  what  good 
Flows  thence?  what  glory  canftthou  have 
From  me — when  I  am  in  my  grave? 

1 2  Can  fenfelefs  clay  thy  name  applaud, 
Or,  rightly  worfhip  thee,  my  God! 
Can  I  thy  truth  with  language  fit 
Exalt,  when  burie'd  in  the  pit  ? 

13  Take  then  fome  pity  on  my  grief, 

And  quickly  grant  to  me  relief 

To  me,  who  now,  without  thy  grace, 
Am  in  a  miierable  cafe. 


14  It 


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14  It  comes,  it  comes — the  wifh'd  relief! 
Thou  halt  to  joy  turn'd  all  my  grief- 


My  lackcloth  thou  haft  ftnpp'd  away, 
And  made  the  mourner  blithe  and  gay. 

15  On  which  account,  moil  gracious  God, 
All  worthy  men  fhall  thee  applaud  ; 
And  I  to  theirs  will  ioin  my  long, 
Becaufe  thou  didft  my  life  prolong  I 

Concerning  the  E  N  D  of  the  World* 

1  ALL  mortals  fain  the  time  wou'd  know 
J~\.  When  Chrift  fhall  judge  the  world  below-, 
But  better  'tis  they  fhou'd  prepare, 

E'er  they  to  judgment  fhall  repair.; 

2  How  foolifh  is  the  fon  of  man, 

Who  wou'd  know  more  than  angels  can, 
And  by  mere  guefs-work  underftand 
The  fecret  counfel  God  has  plann'd  ? 

3  For  if  no  angel,  fiend,    or  man, 

Can  comprehend  the  myftic  plan 

If  the  whole  world  cannqt  divine, 
Or  clearly  ken  his  leaft  defign 

4  In  vain  wou'd  any  one  reveal, 
What  God  determines  to  conceal, 
Or  fhew,  by  a  mere  guefs  alone, 
What  was  to  Chrift,  as  man,  unknown. 

5  Learn  then  of  Chrift,  what  he  reveals, 
Aim  not  to  know  what  he  conceals: 
What  in  the  gofpel  is  expreft, 
Belongs  to  man — to  God  the  reft. 

6  Then  ftudy  not  to  underftand 

The  fecret  things,  which  God  has  plann'd, 
Or  if  thou  fhou'dft — 'twill  be  in  vain, 
And  nought  but  fhame  thou'lt  then  obtain. 

7  Full 


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7  Full  many  in  the  deep  are  drown'd, 
Who  feek  it's  vail  abyfs  to  found  ; 
Full  many  blinded  are,  who" try 

To  view  the  fun,  with  ftedfaft  eye. 

8  Full  certain  is  the  day  of  doom, 

Though  none,  but  God,  knows  when  'twill  come  : 
Why  then  fhou'd  man  attempt  to  fhow, 
What  none,  but  God  himfelf  does  know  ? 

9  Though  ev'ry  man  fhou'd  fpeak  his  mind, 
Yet  neither  angel,  man,   or  fiend, 

Can  tell  the  hour,  the  day,  or  year, 
When  Chrift  to  judge  them  mail  appear. 

io  Stand  therefore  all  upon  your  guard, 
And  for  his  Advent  be  prepar'd  : 
The  day,  the  hour,  no  foul  can  trace, 
When  Chrift  will  come  with  filent  pace. 

1 1  Peter  and  James  of  Chrift  inquired, 
Before  He  from  the  earth  retire'd, 

"  Lord,  fhew  us,  e'er  thou  doft  afcend, 
"  The  time,  this  world  mail  have  an  end." 

1 2  But  he  to  them  made  this  reply, 

"  It  is  not  mortal  man's to  pry 

"  Into  the  time,  the  day,  and  hour, 

"  Which  God  has  kept  in  his  own  pow'r.'' 

1 3  This  fecret  is,  to  God  alone, 
And  to  no  other  Being,  known : 

.  Be  ftill  prepare'd  to  meet  your  doom  •, 
For  no  one  knows  when  Chrift  will  come. 

14  The  wifeft  of  the  fons  of  men, 

The  beft-love'd  angel  knows  not,  when 
He'll  come — then  of  deceit  take  heed, 
Nor  add  vain  ftories  to  your  creed. 

15  Elias,  as  fome  fay,  foretold 

This  world  fix  thoufand  years  wou'dhold, 
And  after  that  in  flaming  fire 
(Though  it  fhall  be  renew'd)  expire, 

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1 6  Two  thoufand,  e'er  the  law  was  fpoke . 

Two  thoufand,  under  Moles'  yoke 

As  many  ihou'd  (iince  Chrift)  be  pad 

If  it  indeed  fo  long  fhou'd  lait. 

17  It's  ages,  as  they  fay,    are  three 

The  firft,  from  any  fanction  free 

The  next  by  Mofes'  law  was  bound 

The  third  is  by  the  gofpel  crown'd. 

18  Two  of  them  are  already  paft, 
The  third  as  yet  is  feen  to  lad  •, 

But  how  much  longer,  can  be  known 
To  none,  but  unto  God  alone. 

19  One  thoufand  and  fix  hundred  years, 
With  twenty  more,  as  it  appears, 

Of  this  are  now  elapfe'd then  mind, 

There  can't  be  much  of  it  behind. 

20  The  greater!:  doctors  all  agree 
The  laft  is  fhorteft  of  the  three  j 
As  God  has  promis'd  it  to  make 
More  fhort,  for  his  Elected's  fake. 

2 1  We  find  that,  in  John's  facred  page, 

This  age  is  term'd  the  latter  age,  1  John  ii.  1 8. 

If  fo,  when  he  his  writings  penn'd, 
It  now  muft  needs  be  near  it's  end. 

22  The  end  of  all  things  was  at  hand, 

When  Peter  preach'd,  Iunderftand:  iPet.  iv.7 

If,  in  his  time,  'twas  fo 'tis  clear, 

That  it  muft  now  be  very  near. 

33  If,   in  his  days,  the'  apoftle  Paul, 
The  time,  the  day,  the  hour,  did  call 

The  laft then  this  (all  muft  agree) 

Muft  needs  the  laft  of  minutes  be. 

24  This  world,  as  Saint  Auguftine  told, 
Is  like  a  man,  that's  lame  and  old, 
On  crutches  propp'd,  his  body  bent, 
And  can't  have  many  days  unfpent. 

25  Let 


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25  Let  us  all  vigilant  appear, 

The  great,  the' important,  day  is  nearj     Mat.xxiv.  33 
Chrifl  fays,  'tis  even  at  the  door, 
Oil  in  our  lamps,  then,  let  us  pour. 

q.6  9Tis  certain  Chrifl  will  foon  appear, 
But  the  time  when,  is  not  yet  clear : 
How  foon,  is  not  to  man  declare'd; 
Let  us  then  always  be  prepare'd. 

27  There's  neither  man,  nor  heav'nly  pow'r, 
That  knows  (Chrifl:  fays)  the  day,  or  hour: 
It  is  a  myflic  fecret  known 

Unto  the'  Eternal  Sire  alone, 

28  It  therefore  is  abfurd  and  vain 
That  men  fhou'd  labour  to  attain 

A  knowledge  of  the  times,  which  he 
Has  hid  from  all  Eternity. 

29  Yet  Napier  name'd  the  very  year, 
When  the'  end  of  all  things  fhou'd  appear  -9 
And  faid  it  fhou'd  (fo  fure  was  he) 

One  thoufand  feven  hundred,  be. 

30  Let  any  one  fay  what  he  can, 
There's  neither  angel,  fiend,  or  man, 
That  knows  the  hour,  the  day,  or  year, 
When  God  in  judgement  fhall  appear. 

3 1  Let  each  then  readily  begin, 
To-day,  to-night,  to  leave  his  fin : 
For  Chrifl  will,  like  a  fudden  guefl, 
Arrive,  when  we  expect  him  leafl. 

32  Her  time,  as  Rachel  did  not  know, 
Until  fhe  felt  the  child-birth  throe : 
So,  'till  it  comes,  man  ne'er  can  fay 
What  day  mail  be  his  dying  day. 

33  But  when  the  labour  of  the  dame, 
However  unexpected,  came, 

She  was  deli ver'd  of  her  load 
Beneath  an  oak,  upon  the  road. 

34  So 


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34  So  fhall  the  earth,  whofe  teeming  womb 
Has  pregnant,  now  long  fince,  become, 
Bring  forth  her  dead  from  under  ground, 
When  fummon'd  by  the  trumpet's  found. 

35  As  fhow'rs  of  fire  and  brimftone  came, 
And  foon  fet  Sodom  on  a  flame  : 

So  fhall  the  day,  we  call  the  laft, 
Arrive,  when  mod  are  fleeping  faft. 

36  Since  none  the  hour,  or  time  can  fay, 
Then  let  us  watch  both  night  and  day, 
And,  like  the  prudent  virgins,  ftand, 
Each  with  his  lamp  li't  in  his  hand. 

3  j  The  figns  are  pail,  which  Chrift  of  old 
So  very  punctually  foretold. 
Only  that  fome  among  the  Jews 
The  holy  Gofpel  ftill  refufe. 

38  The'  Apoftles,  and  a  countlefs  train 
Of  Martyrs,  have  long  fince  been  (lain, 
Who  for  the  faith  their  lives  laid  down  j 
As  it  to  all  the  world  is  known. 

39  The  holy  city's  wholly  gone, 
And  not  a  ftone  left  on  a  ftone, 
Burn't  is  the  temple  too  of  God, 
And  all  the  Jews  difpers'd  abroad. 

40  The  Gofpel,  on  it's  milk-white  horfe, 
O'er  all  the  world  has  gone  it's  courfe, 
There's  not  a  land  beneath  the  fun 
To  which  it,  fome  how,  has  not  run. 

41  Falle  chrifts  have  here  and  there  appear'd 
Thro'out  the  world  (as  moil  have  heard) 
Who,  by  the  firft  deceiver's  art, 

Made  many  from  the  truth  depart. 

42  Wars  have  already  been,  'tis  plain, 
Betwixt  the  Turk  and  Chriftian  train, 
Nor  does  the  talk  of  wars  yet  ceafe  : 
May  God,  to  thofe  he  loves,  give  peace  ! 


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43  Pale  famine,  and  a  dreadful  dearth, 
Have  almoft  over-run  the  earth, 

A  plague  and  peftilence  of  late 
Have  ravage'd  almoft  ev'ry  ftate. 

44  An  earth-quake,  fuch  as  none  e'er  knew, 
Diana's  temple  overthrew, 

And  many  a  fort  and  fenced  town 
Were  by  the  fhock  then  tumbled  down. 

45  The  fun  eclips'd  withdrew  it's  light, 
The  day  was  almoft  turn'd  to  night, 
The  fea  leap'd  o'er  it's  lofty  mound, 
Whereby  fome  thoufands  then  weredrown'd, 

46  Lo  !   Aatichrift  long  fince  is  come, 
And  roars,  e'en  now,  aloud  at  Rome, 
And  ceafes  not  their  blood  to  Ihed, 
Who  will  not  own  him  for  their  head. 

47  True  charity  is  grown  fo  cold, 

E'en  daughters  with  their  mothers  fcold, 
Fathers  and  fons  hate  one  another, 
And  brother  does  not  love  his  brother. 

48  Faith,  ne'er  fo  very  low  was  known, 
"  To  a  mere  fceleton  fhe's  gone ; 

In  places,  once  for  faints  renown'd, 
There's  fcarce  a  Chriftian  to  be  found. 

49  There's  not  a  fign  but  what  is  gone, 
Befides  the  Jews'  return  alone  : 
Let  us  then  ftill  be  on  our  guard, 
And  for  that  aweful  day  prepaid ! 

50  The  mighty  Judge  begins  to  move, 
And  means  to  quit  the  realms  above, 
Whence  foon  he'll  come,  with  hafty  tread, 
To  doom  the  living  and  the  dead. 

51  Already  has  he  whet  his  fword, 
And  the'  arrows  in  his  quiver  ftore'd, 
Already  has  he  bent  his  bow, 
Prepare'd  into  the  field  to  go. 

52  His 


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52  His  potent  arm  is  ftretch'd  out  wide, 
His  angels  hover  on  each  fide, 
He'll,  like  the  fie'ry  deluge,  come 
To  give  the  world  it's  final  doom. 

$2  Let  us  then  think  to  watch,  and  wait 
For  his  arrival  at  the  gate, 
And  each  a  juft  account  prepare, 
Before  he  comes,  with  anxious  care. 

A  Memento  Mori— or  Remember  Death. 

1  1    TOW  fhort  the  date  of  man!  how  foon  he's  gone f 

71   To-day,  alive — to-morrow,  in  the  tomb! 

Strong  as  a  giant,  now a  corpfe,  anon ! 

Such  is  our  ftate  on  earth,  and  fuch  our  doom ! 

2  Not  one  of  us,  in  a  few  moments  fpace, 
Shall,  unremove'd,  remain  beneath  the  fun: 
O,  let  us  think  then  of  our  deftin'd  race  ; 

It  muft  perchance  be  this  next  night  begun  ! 

3  As  hades  the  fun  unto  the  clofe  of  day, 
Or  as  a  taper  fpends  itfelf  full  fail, 

Or  as  the  full-blown  rofe  drops  from  the  fpray, 
Or  as  a  mift  upon  the  lake  is  paft: 

4  So  foon  all  mortals  to  their  exit  hafte! 

So  foon  they  all  are  fpent,  and  gone  away ! 
So  foon  the  fleeting  life  of  man  is  pail ! 
So  foon  his  beauty  falls  unto  decay! 

5  As  fhips  at  fea,  or  pofts  upon  the  road, 

Shafts  from  the  bow,  or  cowards  from  their  foe, 
Or  fmoke  before  the  wind,  or  as  a  flood — 
So  fwiftly  hence  we  fhort-life'd  mortals  go. 

6  Life  breaks,  like  ice — or  like  an  arrow  flies. 
Or  melts  like  wax,  or  like  a  poll  it  haftes, 
Falls  like  a  leaf,  or  like  a  flowret  dies, 
Scuds  like  a  mift,  or  like  a  taper  wafles. 

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7  We  all  fhall,  like  a  fleeting  fhadow,  pafs, 
We  all  fhall  melt  away,  like  thawing  fnow, 
We  all  fhall  wither,  like  the  new-mown  grafs, 
We  all,  like  froth,  fhall  into  vapour  go. 

8  No  trace  of  us  fhall  any  more  be  feen, 

Than  of  the  bark,  that  thro*  the  billows  drives, 
Or  of  the  fnake,  that  glides  along  the  green, 
^  1   Or  of  the  fhaft,  the  yielding  air  that  rives. 

9  O  let  us  then,  this  very  day,  or  night, 
Prepare  to  move  from  hence  without  delay, 
And  wean  ourfelves  from  ev'ry  vain  delight; 
Since  long  we  cannot  here  expect  to  flay ! 

10  We,  here,  refide  in  tenements  of  clay: 
A  little  ftorm  will  make  our  houfes  fall : 

Let  us  then  watch,  left  death  our  fouls  fhou'd  flay, 
Or,  whilfl  we  fleep,  throw  down  the  mud-built  wall! 

1 1  As  fifh  are  kill'd  by  the  keen  fifher's  ftroke, 
As  pheafants  by  the  fowler  are  fetch'd  down, 
As  tender  flowers  by  the  wind  are  broke, 

As  verdant  meadows  by  the  fithe  are  mown  ; 

12  So  man  unweetingly  receives  death's  ftroke, 
So  is  he  tumbled  by  that  tyrant  down, 

So  are  his  ftrength  and  flay  to  pieces  broke, 
So  are  his  hopes,  like  verdant  meadows,  mown-. 

1 3  As  erft  the  deluge  pour'd  down  from  on  high, 
As  fire  on  Sodom  fell,  like  fudden  rains, 

As  lightning,  or  as  meteors  from  the  fky, 
Or  as  a  woman  feiz'd  with  child-birth  pains  : 

1 4  So.  rapidly,  and  with  fo  fwift  a  courfe, 
So  fuddenly,  lb  full  of  woe  and  dread, 
So  terribly,  and  with  fo  fierce  a  force, 

Will  death  purfue,  and  in  our  footfteps  tread. 

15  Frail  is  our  flefh,  and  little  is  our  pow'r, 
Weak  is  our  ftrength,  and  wretched  is  our  cafe; 
The  flighteft  fhock,  the  ficknefs  of  an  hour, 
Can  put  an  end  to  any  of  our  race, 

16  An 


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iG  An  old  wife's  didaff  may  knock  Heroes  down, 
A  Tingle  hair  may  fuffocate  a  Twain, 
A  crooked  pin  may  choke  the  douted  clown: 
Alas!  how  eafily  may  man  be  (lain. 

17  The  weak,  the  mean,  the  Fool,  whom  all  defpife  \ 
The  poored  peafant,  with  a  pebble-done, 

May  flay  the  drong,  may  difconcert  the  wife, 
May  dorm  a  fort,  or  ftrike  a  giant  down. 

18  What  then  is  man,  but  vapour,  fmoke,  or  grafs, 
(Although  the  bed  and  bra  veil  of  his  kind) 
Froth,  or  a  flow'r,  a  piece  of  ice,  or  glafs, 

An  earthen  veffel,  or  a  puff  of  wind  P 

19  The  bold,  the  gay,  the  cunning,  the  belov'd, 
Even  our  chief,  our  rock,  our  prop,  our  day, 
The  drong,  the  wife,  the  leader  mod  approvM, 
Have  each  by  death's  huge  fithe  been  cut  away. 

20  As  leaves  are  from  the  trees  foon  blown  away,  . 
Or  as  the  [hears  divide  the  thick-pile'd  fleece, 
Or  as  the  lilies  of  the  field  decay, 

Or  as  the  brittle  glafs  is  broke  with  eafe : 

2  1  So  mail  we  all  decay,  fo  wither  all, 
So  fhall  be  broke  the  brittle  life  of  man, 
So  fhall  we  foon,  without  exception,  fall, 
So  fliall  the  (hears  of  fate  lhip  fhort  our  fpan. 

2  2  We  all  fhall,  like  the  cabin  of  a  herd, 

Be  move'd,  or,  like  a  gorgeous  robe,  decay, 
Or  all  be  (hatter'd,  like  a  potter's  (herd, 
Or  vanifh,  like  a  morning's  mid,  away. 

23  We  (hall  no  longer  than  our  fathers  (lay, 
But  mud,  like  them,  go  to  the  dreary  tomb  : 
Before  the  Judge  we  our  account  mud  lay, 
And  leave  this  fcene,  to  make  for  others  room. 
We  cannot  here  remain  from  age  to  age, 
Our  bus'nefs  in  the  mart  of  lite  to  do  ; 
But  in  our  turn  we  all  mud  quit  the  dage, 
And,  where  a  world  has  gone  before  us,  go. 

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25  Where-e'er  we  be,  Death  follows  with  his  bow, 
And  aims  his  fhaft  directly  at  the  heart : 
There's  no  man  can  efcape  the  deadly  blow, 
Nor  guard  againft  the  venom  of  his  dart. 

26  Through  ev'ry  company,  on  his  pale  horfe, 
He  daily  rides — though  none  his  coming  fpy  : 
None  ever  can  evade  his  matchlefs  force, 

To  whate'er  place,  or  country,  they  may  fly. 

27  Although  Afahel  erft  was  like  the  roe, 
Though  Saul  in  fpeed  an  eagle's  flight  furpafl, 
Though  Jehu  did  in  fwiftnefs  Saul  out-go, 
Yet  neither  cou'd  from  death  efcape  at  laft. 

28  Though  Samfon  all  the  world  in  ftrength  excell'd, 
Yet  Death  the  ftrongeft  in  ;he  world  fubdue'd: 
We  likewife  to  the  potent  fhade  muft  yield, 
Although  we  were  with  Samfon's  ftrength  endue'd. 

29  The  Macedonian,  once  fo  known  to  fame, 
Where-e'er  he  march'd,  did  all  the  world  fubdue : 
But  Death  that  glorious  conqueror  o'ercame, 
And,  after  all  his  bloody  {laughters,  flew. 

30  Death  flew  the  Victors  of  the  Eaft  and  Weft, 
De  nh  Galen,  that  well-noted  Leach  !  deftroy'd, 
Death  flew  Saint  Luke,  of  Doctors  far  the  beft : 
If  Death  flew  them  •,  who  then  can  death  avoid  ? 

3 1  As  fierce  war-horfes  tread  beneath  their  feet 
(Whate'er  their  rank)  the  dying  and  the  dead: 
So  unrelenting  Death  does,  on  the  great, 

As  well  as  on  the  pooreft  peafant,  tread. 

32  Death,  murder'd  Abel — innocent  in  vain! 
Death,  Aaron  feiz'd,  for  piety  renown'd! 

By  Death,  both  Cain  and  curfed  Ham,  were  (lain : 
Death  never  yet,  to  fpare  a  man,  was  found. 

33  Pharaoh,  the  king,  and  Eli,  though  a  prieft, 
Ifaiah,  though  of  the  prophetic  train, 
Noah,  that  ancient  Patriarch,  and  the  reft 
Who  liv'dof  old,  have  all  by  Death  been  (lain. 

34  As 


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34  As  cruel  Herod  ne'er  was  known  to  (pare, 
Or  big,  or  little,  of  whate'er  degree : 

So  Death,  I  ween,  (whate'er  their  ages  are) 
Gives  no  reprieve — relentlefs  quite  as  he. 

35  Though  Death  ihou'd  waggon-loads  of  treafure  have, 
The  kingdoms  of  the  earth,  and  all  their  pelf; 
Yet,  for  a  fingle  hour,  he'll  no  man  fave, 
Though  one  fnou'd  bribe  him  with  the  world  itfelf. 

36  None  their  defire  from  him  fhall  e'er  obtain, 
Whate'er  entreaties  they  may  chance  to  ufe : 
No  more  than  Pilate  cou'd  the  favour  gain, 
To  fave  our  Saviour,  from  the  hardened  Jews. 

37  Death,  when  he  comes,  will  not  a  fingle  hour 
Of  refpite  give,  that  we  a  watch  may  keep, 
Nor  any  notice  of  his  coming — more 
Than  the  dumb  dog  before  he  kills  a  fheep  : 

38  But  unawares  with  foft  and  filent  tread, 
He,  like  a  thief,  will  to  our  houfes  creep, 
E'en  whillt  we  Dumber,  free  from  any  dread; 
So  Hole  his  foes  on  Samfon  in  his  deep. 

%q  Shou'd  we  provifions  for  our  journey  lack, 
Oil  for  our  lambs,  or  requifite  array  •, 
Pale  death  will  not  permit  us  to  go  back, 
Nor,  if  we  loiter,  for  our  coming  flay  : 

40  But  as  the  Babylonian  king  of  old 
Shadrach,  into  the  fie'ry  furnace,  cafl  ; 

So  Death  will  all  (on  whom  he  can  lay  hold) 
Imprifon,  in.  his  clay-built  dungeon,  fad. 

41  To  rob  fome  mifer  of  his  hoarded  wealth, 
As  in  the  dead  of  night  the  burglar  creeps: 

So  Death,  to  man's  deftruction,  comes  by  Health, 
And  unawares  attacks  him,  whillt  he  deeps. 

42  As  fifhers  ftrike  the  falmon  with  their  fpear, 
Whillt  in  the  limpid  pool  he  reds  unfeare'd: 
So  Death  affaults  us,  when  molt  free  from  fear, 
And  when,  for  his  reception,  lead:  prepare'd. 

U  2  43  As 


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43  As  the  poor  pigeon  knows  not  when,  or  where, 
The  fportman's  fhot  fhall  her  of  life  deprive; 
None  can  the  manner,  time,  or  place  declare, 
How,  when,  or  where,  the  archer  will  arrive. 

44  We  come  into  the  world,  one  way  alone, 
And  always,  at  our  entrance  to  it,  weep ; 

But,  by  a  thoufand  ways,  men  hence  have  gone, 
And  no  account  we,  of  their  going,  keep. 

45  Death  came  to  Abel,  as  he  drove  his  fheep 
To  fome  fequeft'red  pafture,  there  to  feed : 
Whilft  therefore  thou  thy  flocks  and  herds  doft  keep, 
Do  thou  of  Death's  unerring  dart  take  heed. 

46  No  place  fo  fafe,  fo  private,  can  be  found, 
Wh.re  Death  will  not  his  gaftly  vifage  fhow, 
His  dart  ftill  meditates  the  fecret  wound: 
O,  let  us  then  be  ready  for  the  blow ! 

47  As  me  a  journey  took,  upon  the  road, 
Death  did  fweet-temper'd  Rachel  rudely  greet : 
Beware,  I  warn  thee,  whilft  thou  art  abroad, 

Left  thou  fhou'dft  with  the  rambling  Spectre  meet ! 

48  When  all  Job's  children  were  together  met, 
Death  came  amongft  them  to  the  genial  feaft : 
Thou  haft  no  certainty,  but  at  fome  treat, 
Death  will  appear,  an  uninvited  gueft! 

49  The  bluft'ring  Holofernes  die'd  afleep, 
As  on  his  bed,  o'ercome  with  v/ine,  he  lay : 
Do  thou,  if  wife,  from  all  exceffes  keep, 
Left  death  fhou'd  thee  thyfelf,  in  liquor,  flay. 

50  Belfhazzar,  though  of  many  realms  pofTeft, 

Was  kill'd,  when  drunk,  with  all  his  reeling  train : 
Do  thou  take  care  left  at  fome  jovial  feaft, 
Thou  fhalt  thyfelf,  amidft  thy  cups,  be  (lain ! 

51  A  mortal  ftroke  Death  unto  Herod  gave, 
As  on  his  judgement-feat  he  proudly  fate  : 
Monarchs  fhou'd  think  of  death  and  of  the  grave, 
Even  when  feated  on  their  thrones  in  ftate! 

52  As 


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52  As  in  his  chariot  he  triumphant  rode, 

Death  fhot  a  deadly  fhaft  through  Ahab's  heart: 
Shou'dft  thou  e'er  in  thy  coach  be  whirl'd  abroad, 
Beware  therein  of  Death's  envenom'd  dart  ! 

53  Death,  like  a  murderer,  on  Eglon  preft, 
As  quite  alone  he  in  his  parlour  fate: 

Do  thou  when  in  thy  chamber  gone  to  reft, 
Of  his  fell  dart  beware — 'tis  tipp'd  with  fate. 

54  When  Dives,  in  his  filks,  a  figure  made, 
And  cocker"' d  up  himfelf  with  coftly  fare, 
Death  came  and  (lew  him,  for  his  proud  parade: 
Fopplings  and  Epicures,  of  death  beware. 

§5  When  the  rich  Fool  had  built  his  barns  anew, 
And  grain  therein  for  many'  a  feafon  ftore'd, 
Death  came,  and  all  his  fanfy'd  fchemes  o'enhrew, 
E'er  he  had  tailed  of  the  trealure'd  hoard : 

56  Do  thou,  O  Churl!  who  haft  for  many  a  year 
Heap'd  riches  up,  of  Death's  attacks  beware, 
Left  unexpected  he  fhou'd  feize  thee,  e'er 
Thou  haft  enjoy 'd  thereof  the  fmalieft  (hare. 

$j  The  fons  of  Aaron  erft  were  both  ftruck  dead, 
As  they  their  ofPrings  on  the  altar  laid : 
Each  prieft  fhou'd  death,  e'en  at  the  altar,  dread, 
And  of  his  fudden  comino-  be  afraid. 

58  W'hilft  on  his  knees  Sennacherib  did  pray, 
E'en  in  the  temple — Death  purfue'd  him  there, 
And  in  the  temple  did  the  monarch  (lay: 
Death,  e'en  in  church,  and  whilft  at  prayers,  fear. 

59  Death,  unto  Zimri,  gave  a  gaftly  wound, 
As,  with  the  harlot  Cofbi,  he  tranfgreft* 

Do  thou  take  heed,  left  thou  by  Death  art  found, 
As  thou  fome  ftrumpet  clafpeft  to  thy  breaft. 

60  Light  thou  thy  lamp,  the  wedding-garment  wear, 
And  ev'ry  proper  ornament  put  on, 

For  God's  infpection  thy  account  prepare, 
E'er  thou  art  call'd  before  his  aweful  throne. 

U  3  61  Be 


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6 1  Be  ready  then  to-day,  or  e'en  to-night, 
(Thy  lamp  well  fill'd,  and  thou  in  trim  array) 
To  come  into  thy  glorious  Judge's  fight : 
To-morrow,  poffibly,  may  be  the  day ! 

62  Not  Paul,  nor  Peter,  no  created  pow'r, 
Not  any  man  on  earth,  or  fiend  below. 
Can  for  a  certainty  declare  the  hour, 
Nor  our  approaching  dirTolution  know. 

63  "Whether  by  day  or  night — by  fea  or  land, 
In  ficknefs  or  in  health — or  great  or  fmall, 
In  town,  or  country — let  us  ready  ftand: 

We  can't  tell  when,  or  where,  Death's  ftroke  willfalL 

64  Do  all  your  work,  whilft  yet  the  day  does  laft, 
Gather  your  manna  with  the  rifing  fun, 
Accept  of  grace,  e'er  yet  the  time  is  paft, 
Lay  in  freih  flore,  before  your  (lock  is  done. 

6$  E'er  yet  the  race  is  loft,  e'er  ev'ning  late, 

E'er  the  tree's  fell'd,  e'er  in  the  Hough  thou'rt  faft, 
E'er  to  the  hill  thou'ft  fled,  or  fhut's  the  gate, 
E'er  the  trump  founds,  and  e'er  thy  doom  is  paft — 

66  Run  fwifc  the  errands  of  thy  God  to  do, 
Bear  fruit  abundantly,  and  of  the  beft, 
Unto  the  nuptial  feaft  make  hafte  to  go, 
And  gain,  e'er  thou  departeft,  thy  requeft.     ' 

A  Poem,  on  the  year  1629,  when  the 
Corn  was  unwholefome  by  Reaifon  of  exceffive 
Rain. 

1  A  a  AHou  Sove'reign  of  mercy !  thou  Sire  of  all  pow'r! 
JL     Who  feedeft  the  hungry,  with-holdnot  our  food 
From  us,  who  forgivenefs  repentant  implore-, 
Tho'  long  in  a  fhameful  rebellion  we've  flood. 

1  For  fake  of  thy  mercy,  and  might  mofl  immenfe, 
For  fake  of  thy  Son,  O,  abate  thy  fierce  rage ! 
Give  ear  to  each  prayer,  forgive  each  offence, 
Our  woes  and  adverfuies  kindly  artuage. 

3  Againft 


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3  Againft  thee  we've  finn'd,  at  fo  fhocking  a  rate, 
And  brought  on  ourfelves  this  affliction  fevere, 
With  all  thofe  great  griefs  which  our  bofoms  nowgrate: 
But,  O,  how  unable  the  burden  to  bear  ! 

4  Thy  laws,  fo  complete  and  fo  juft,  we  have  broke 
A  thoufand  times  o'er,  e'er  we  ftirr'd  from  the  place ; 
As  if  we  imagin'd  thy  threats,  but  a  joke, 

And  thou  hadft  no  eye  to  perceive  our  bad  cafe. 

5  Thy  name  we've  blafphem'd, and  we've  hated  thy  word, 

And  under  our  feet  thy  fweet  gofpel  have  trod 

Thy  fabbaths  we've  broke,  and  thy  temple,  O  Lord  ! 
Deferted — thy  faith  we've  corrupted,  my  God  ! 

6  Thy  laws  we've  tranfgrefs'd,  juft  as  if  we  did  right, 
And  thought  that  no  vengeance  wou'd  fall  on  our  pate, 
Or,  as  if  we  fanfy'd,  that  thou  hadft  no  might 

To  plague  us,  for  finning  at  fuch  a  fad  rate. 

y  Thou  fenteft  thy  prophets,  thy  will  to  declare, 
And  by  gentle  ufage  to  fhew  us  the  way  : 
But  we  ftopp'dour  ears,and  their  voice  wou'd  not  hear; 
Like  the'  adder,  that  wou'd  not  the  charmer  obey. 

8  Thou  fenteft  thy  fervants,  to  fummon  the  blind, 
That  they  to  thy  feaft  and  thy  court  fhoud  repair  : 
To  come  they  deny'd,  and,  with  covetous  mind, 
They  each  of  them  went  to  his  farm,  or  to  fair. 

9  Our  delicate  ftomachs,  e'en  manna  refufe, 
And  that  bleifed  bread,  which  for  ever  will  laft  *, 
Yet  garlick  and  onions  and  cucumbers  chufe 
Before  them,  like  infidels,  void  of  all  tafte. 

io  The  gofpel,  becaufe  it  gives  confcience  a  bite, 
We  will  not  admit,  but  tum  from  it  averfe  •, 
It  neither  fhall  teach,  or  reprove  us  aright, 
Becaufe  it  refifts  all  our  paflions  perverfe. 

1 1  The  fcripture  fhall  not  our  vile  natures  correct, 
The  law  their  obliquities  ne'er  fhall  redrefs, 
But  ev'ry  one  lives,  as  his  pafflons  direct, 
Nor  tries  his  vain  follies  and  lufts  to  fupprefs. 

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12  Becaufe  on  thy  law  we  have  trampled,  alas  ! 
Becaufe  from  thy  ftatutes  we  widely  have  fwerv'd, 
Like  fheep  that  break  into  the  corn  from  their  grafs, 
Tho'  they  in  the  pound  for  their  feaft  are  half  ftarv'd : 

1 3  Our  riot  and  pride,  like  Gomorrah's  excefs, 
Cry  out  for  fome  trouble  to  lower  each  creft, 
And  ne'er  will  befilent,  'till  woeful  diftrefs, 
And  famine  our  gluttonous  lufts  have  fuppreft. 

14  Of  ev'ry  degree,  be  they  little  or  great, 
Men  ftrongly  endeavour  to  anger  the  Lord  ; 
As  if  from  the  ikies  each,  upon  his  own  pate, 
Attempted  dire  vengeance  to  pull  with  a  cord. 

15  The  pried,  he  permits  them  to  plunge  into  vice, 
And  headlong  to  leap  to  the  yawning  abyfs, 
Or  (hou'd  he  endeavour  to  give  them  advice, 
They  at  his  inftructions  contemptuoufly  hifs. 

1 6  Our  indolent  rulers  their  duties  neglect, 
And  fuffer  tranfgreffors  the  country  to  fill, 

And  ufe  not  the  fword,  thofe  dull  fools  to  correct, 
Who  trample  thy  laws  under  foot  at  their  will. 

1 7  The  vulgar  around  (like  to  Ifrael  of  old, 
"Without  either  monarch,  or  prophet,  or  prieft) 
All  live  vicious  lives,  by  no  fanciions  control'd, 
Since  they  nor  of  law,  faith,  or  hope,  are  poffeft. 

18  The  guilelefs,  our  bailiffs  opprefs  without  dread, 
And  pillage  them,worfe  e'en  than  thieves  on  the  whole; 
Our  ufurers  eat  up  the  needy,   like  bread, 

Or  as  the  huge  whale  fwallows  up  a  frnall  fole. 

19  Our  fervants  and  hirelings  do  nothing  but  play, 
Our  labourers  fit  on  the  ground  without  heed, 
Or  lie  at  their  eafe  on  the  grafs  all  the  day, 

Not  chufing  to  work,  'till  compell'd  to't  by  need. 

20  Our  common  mechanics,  of  ev'ry  employ, 

Muft  all  leave  the  callings,  whereat  they  have  been  ; 
Nay,  they  that  good  farms,  and  large  tenures  enjoy, 
Wou'd  fain  do  the  like,  and  be  keeping  an  inn. 

21  Their 


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%  i  Their  fpinning  and  carding  our  matrons  give  o'er, 
To  brew,  they  their  knitting  and  fowing  lay  by  •, 
They  fell  all  their  wheels  and  their  reels,  and  fuchftore, 
Cafks,  bottles,  and  fuch  fort  of  lumber,  to  buy. 

22  The  murd'rer,  the  ftroller,  the  pimp,  and  the  knave, 
The  robber,  the  thief,  and  the  clerk,  we  are  told, 
Nay,  women  are  fuff'red  a  licence  to  have  -, 

Beer,  ale,  and  tobacco,  to  vend  uncontrol'd. 

23  Shou'd  the  De'il,  or  his  Dam,  ever  have  a  defire 
A  temple,  near  that  of  our  Maker's,  to  raife, 
They,  for  a  mere  trifle,  a  temple  might  hire, 
Exprefsly  devoted  to  Bacchus's  praife. 

24  As  thou  art  accuftom'd,  Lord!  lend  us  thy  hand, 
And  pull  down  all  thofe  that  our  principles  fpoil, 
E'er  they  eat  up  each  other,  and  ruin  the  land, 
And  thy  pure  and  fpotlefs  religion  defile. 

25  So  nice  and  fo  dainty,  our  fervants  are  grown, 
That  they  quite  as  well  as  their  mailers  muft  eat, 
And  many  are  pregnant,  'tis  very  well  known, 
Becaufe  they  were  fed  on  too  delicate  meat. 

26  All  callings  amongfl  us  make  light  of  thy  name, 
They  all  are  fo  felfifh  and  covetous  now, 

They  feek  not  thy  glory,  O  Lord  !  to  proclaim, 
To  whom  ev'ry  favour  and  blefling  they  owe. 

27  Becaufe  thou  perceivedft  we  all  did  tranfgreis, 
And  lead  fuch  bad  lives — thou  didft  try  as  a  friend, 
By  a  gentle  correction,  and  tranfient  diftrefs, 

To  goad  us  our  morals  and  ways  to  amend. 

28  By  tender  compafllon  and  mercy,  O  God  ! 

And  by  all  fair  means,  thou  to  win  us  didft  ftrive  : 
By  a  feries  of  bleflings  into  the  right  road 
The  fheep,  that  had  wander'd,  thou  foughteft  to  drive, 
?9  But  when  kindnefs  fail'd  to  amend  us,  O  Lord! 
Thou  threatnedfl  to  plague  us  by  ways  more  fevere, 
Thy  arrows  thou  pointed'ft,thouwhetted'ftthyfword? 
And  thy  dreadful  arms  didft  for  battle  prepare. 

30  When 


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30  When  ready,thouwarn'dft  us, before  thou  didft  wound, 

Thy  threatnings  preceded  the  terrible  ftroke 

Thou  faidft,  if  we  turn'd,  grace  was  ftill  to  be  found ; 
But  we,    even  then,   at  thy  threats  did  but  joke. 

3 1  But  when  thou  perceivedft,  threats  not  to  avail, 

Thy  arrows  flew  fail,  our  rebellion  to  quell 

With  manifold  woes  thou  our  hearts  didft  aflail 

Nor  cou'd  we  evade  thy  keen  fhafts,  or  repel 

32  Thou  thy  fervants  didft  call,and  didft  mufterthy  hoft, 
With  thy  furious  fteeds — the  red,  black,  and  white, 
And  drivedft  them  on  (as  we  found  to  our  coft) 
Until  we  poor  wretches  !  were  vanquished  quite. 

33  A  hard  winter's  froft,  and  a  hot  fummer's  fun, 
With  boifterous  tempefts  that  fcatter'd  our  grain, 
High  floods  and  high  tides,  that  our  lands  over-  run,. 
And  various  misfortunes  befides,  gave  us  pain. 

34.  A  dangerous  fever,  a  famine  fevere, 
A  fatal  mortality  to  fev'ral  parts, 
Thou  fenteft,  to  force  a  repentance  fincere, 
And  fpur  us,  entirely  to  give  thee  our  hearts. 

35  But  when  thou  didft  fee,  that  all  thefe  wou'd  not  do, 
To  turn  us  from  fin,  and  our  manners  to  mend, 

A  dearth  and  a  plague  (thy  difpleafure  to  fhew) 
And  the  horrors  of  war  thou  didft  afterwards  fend. 

36  The  plague  with  fcarce  credible  fury,  mow'd  down 
More  thoufands  than  I  can  in  numbers  well  name ; 
Each  church-yard  was  fill'd  up,and  empty'd  each  town, 
Where-ever  the  raging  infection  once  came. 

37  A  war,  unfuccefsful,  has  beggar'd  our  coafts,' 

The  mercilefs  fword  has  unpeopled  the  land 

Ourfubftance  and  wealth  are  confume'd,and  our  hoft 
Reduce'd  to  a  weak  and  difpirited  band. 

38  Our  ihips  thou  didft  fink,  and  our  projects  defeat, 
The  edge  of  our  fwords  thou  didft  blunt  in  the  field, 
Thou  our  fages didft  blind,made'ft  our  heroes  retreat, 
And  to  our  inveterate  enemies  yield. 

39  The 


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ho  The  plague  and  the  fwordfill'd  us  all  with  difmay, 
And  we  did  repent,  for  a  morning,  or  two ; 
Then  beg'd  thee,  afide  thofe  deftroyers  to  lay, 
Until  thou  wert  pleas'd,  all  we  ask'd  for,  to  do. 

40  But  when  thou  the  peft  and  the  war  didft  remove, 
Again  to  our  fins  we  did  eagerly  go, 

Like  dogs  to  their  vomit,  to  forfeit  thy  love, 
And  force  thee  no  favour  or  mercy  to  mow. 

41  Thy  tempefts  and  ftorms  thou  didft  order  abroad, 
And  plague'dft  us,  for  all  our  excelTes,  with  rain, 
'Till  thou  haft  our  harvefts  quite  ruin'd,  O  God! 
And  damage'd  the  far  greateft  part  of  our  grain. 

42  So  heavy,  fo  thick,  thou  thy  curfes  didft  fried 
On  our  corn,  and  our  victuals  of  every  kind, 
That  even  the  dogs  wou'd  not  tafte  the  bad  bread, 
Which  was  eat  every  day  by  each  labouring  hind. 

43  The  horfe  and  the  hog  both  refufe'd  the  repaft, 
When  once  it  began  to  be  mouldy,  and  grow  ; 
So  loathfome  and  bad  is  the  grain  to  the  tafte, 
That  comes  from  each  damag'd,  and  far-yeilding  mow. 

44  O  Lord,  we  the  curfe  have  moft  juftly  deferv'd, 
Which  thou  on  our  ricks  and  our  ftaddles  didft  fend  : 
From  death  and  difeafes  we  were  not  preferv'd, 
Becaufe  thou  our  coafts  didft  not  deign  to  defend. 

45  Our  fcandalous  wafte,  and  abufe  of  our  food, 

Will  force  us  to  eat,  what  we  give  to  our  hogs 

Hips,  haws,  or  the  fruits  of  the  hedge  or  the  wood, 
Orthecrufts  we  ufe'd  lately  to  fling  to  our  dogs. 

46  Was  any  bad  tafte  on  the  meal  we  employ'd, 

The  bread  we  wou'd  fpit  from  our  mouths  with  difdain:, 
E'en  beggars  on  common  provifions  were  cloy'd, 
And  nothing  wou'd  tafte  but  the  beftof  all  grain. 

47  We  lately  both  eat,  and  we  drank  to  excefs, 
And,  like  the  Gomorrites,  thy  gifts  did  abufe; 
At  dinner  and  fupper  their  meat  none  did  blefs, 
Till  thev  had  incens'd  thee  beyond  all  excufe. 

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48  We  fwiH'd,'till  our  ftomachs  were  fo  much  enlarge'd, 
That  we  cou'd  fcarce  ftir  from  the  riotous  fcene, 
Until  on  the  fpot  we  the  burden  difcharge'd, 

Than  dogs,  or  the  vileft  of  brutes,  more  unclean. 

49  More  guefts  in  each  alehoufe  on  Sundays  remain'd, 
Who  their  guts  and  the  Devil  devoutly  ador'd, 
Than  were  in  our  churches,  when  fulled,  contain'd. 
And  met  there  on  purpofe  to  worfhip  the  Lord. 

50  Our  bellies  we  cramm'd  both  with  meat  and  with  drink 
Three  times  ev'ry  day,  howe'er  fhort,  at  the  leafl  ; 
But  fcarce,  once  a  week,  of  our  God  can  we  think, 
Who  filleth  his  fervants  with  food  of  the  bell. 

51  At  church  we  grow  tire'd  in  a  piece  of  a  day, 

Tho'  our  wants  are  fo  great,  and  our  pride  is  fo  flrong; 
Yet  a  week  at  a  ilretch  in  fome  inn  we  can  flay, 
Tho'  the  nights  are,  in  winter,  fo  cold  and  fo  long. 

52  In  the  morn,  e'er  they  dine,  fome  will  fmoke,  and  will 
As  much  at  a  time  as  wou'd  furfeit  a  fcore,         [drink 
Then  vomit  the  load  back  again,  and  ne'er  think, 
That  poverty  ever  will  knock  at  the  door. 

5$  Our  drunkennefs  calls  for  a  dearth  on  the  land, 
A  icarcity  needs  mull  enfue  from  fuch  walle, 

Our  wilful  excefles  a  famine  demand 

Our  gluttonous  feafls  mull  produce  a  long  fall. 

54  It  is  then  but  juft,  thou  fhou'dft  plague  us,  O  Lord  ! 
For  rejecting  thy  grace,  with  a  fcarcenefs  of  meat, 
And  thy  full  allowance  refufe  to  afford, 
But  force  us,  for  want,  our  own  bodies  to  eat. 

5$  But,  merciful  God — for  the  fake  of  our  Lord, 

No  famine  difpatch,  this  our  land  to  annoy 

No  illnefs  to  pain  us — no  plague,  war,  or  fword, 
Thy  fervants  entirely  to  kill  and  dellroy. 

56  Our  monftrous  perverfenefs  be  pleas'd  to  forgive, 
Nor  make  us  a  warning  to  all  human  kind  ; 
But  fpare  us,  that  we  may  more  pioufly  live, 
Recovered  from  fin,  and  renew'd  in  our  mind. 

57  Do 


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57  Do  not  the  tranfgreflions,  juft  Father  !    infpeft, 
Which  murderour  fouls — they'refo  vile  and  fo  great; 
But,  on  thy  Ton's  paffion,    with  pleafure  n  fl 
Who  die'd  to  divert  thy  difpleafure's  fiei  ce  heat; : 

58  For  the  fake  of  his  life,  and  the  death  that  He  die'd, 
His  merits,  obedience,  and  blood  that  was  Ipilt, 
Direct  to  thy  fold,  thy  ftray'd  penitents  guide, 
And  pardon  our  former  offences  and  guilt ■ 

59  In  the  blood  of  his  wounds  wafh  our  fins  quite  away, 
And  nail  to  his  crofs  our  mifdeeds  and  our  itains, 

O  cancel  our  bond,  and  thy  mercy  chfplay, 

For  the  fake  of  Chrift's  paffion,  and  long-during  pains! 

60  O  call  us  not,  Lord  !    for  our  fins  to  account, 
Nor  punifh  us  for  the  vain  works  we  have  done  •, 
But  pardon  them  all — howe'er  great  their  amount, 
For  fake  of  our  Saviour,  thy  belt  belov'd  Son. 

61  To  mend  our  bad  lives,  fend  the  Spirit  above, 

That  we  may  to  virtue  return  fafe  again . 

Aflift  us,  to  ferve  thee — to  fear,  and  to  love — 
And  from  any  further  offences  reftrain. 

62  With-hold  thou  thy  rod,  and  thy  drawn  bow  unbend, 
This  famine  reprefs,  and  with  afpect  benign 
Forgive  our  tranfgreflions,  our  morals  amend, 
And  make  our  change'd  hearts  all  refiftance  refign. 

63  Lord,  alter  the  weather,  and  blefs  ev'ry  field, 
Our  grief  turn  to  joy,  and  remove  this  dire  dearth, 
Make  our  flacks  iwell  with  corn  and  our  markets  be  fill'd 
And  crown  thou,  with  fatnefs  and  plenty,  the  earth. 

64  Give  food  to  each  Chriftian,  give  grafs  to  each  beaft, 
Give  thy  Gofpel  to  all,  that  love  truly  thy  word, 
Give  peace  to  the  realm,  and  above  all  the  reft, 
Give  honour  and  health  to  our  Sovereign  *  Lord! 

65  One  thoufand,  fix  hundred,  and  twenty,  and  nine, 
Was  the  date  of  the  year  (fince  our  Saviour  was  born) 
When  thofevaft rains  happ'ned,  which  made  us  repine, 
And  glutted  our  markets  with  damnify'd  corn  ! 

*Charles  I.  Another, 


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Another,  on  the  fame  Occafion. 

i  fTT^Hou  ruler  of  heaven,  of  earth,  and  the  main, 
X.     Of  wind,  and  of  weather,  of  tempefts,  and  rain, 
O,  lift  to  the  moan  and  the  mournful  requeft 
Of  us,  who're  by  ftorms,  and  bad  weather  diilreft ! 

2  The  winds,  and  the  waves,  and  the  fall- falling  fhow'rs, 
The  flars  in  their  courfes,  and  the'  heavenly  pow'rs, 
Againft  us  with  fell  animofity  fight, 

And  our  rife  offences  with  famine  requite. 

3  The  fun,  ufe'd  to  cheer  us  with  heat  and  with  light, 
Now  turns  his  pale  orbit  away  from  our  fight, 
Refufing  his  wonted  afliftance  to  yield, 

'Till  half  of  our  grain  is  deflroy'd  on  the  field. 

4  The  moon,  like  a  widow,  her  fpoufe  who  bewails, 
In  clouds  ev'ry  night  her  wan  countenance  veils  •, 
Her  tears,  like  our  fins,  in  fuch  plenty  abound, 
Our  labours  and  corn  in  a  deluge  are  drown'd. 

5  The  billows  roar  wildly,  the  firmament  low'rs, 
The  clouds,  heavy-laden,  oft  burft  into  fhow'rs, 
And,  for  the  loofe  lives  which  fo  long  we  have  led, 
Whole  rivers  of  woe  are  pour'd  down  on  each  head. 

6  Our  corn  the  fierce  tempeft  lays  down,  as  it  grows, 
The  prime  of  our  harveft  the  wind  overthrows, 

It  fhed,  and  it  rotted,  or  grew  with  the  heat, 
Againft  it,  the  rains  fo  outrageoufly  beat ! 

7  Our  grain  is  already  juft  loft  on  the  ground, 
The  feafon  prevents  us  from  having  it  bound, 
Aflift  us,  O  Lord!  now — (or  elfe  it  muft  fpoil) 
With  weather,  to  gather  it  from  the  dank  foil. 

8  That  part  of  the  crop  which  in  mows  has  been  {tt, 
Like  ftraw  in  a  dunghill,  is  thoroughly  wet, 

It  fmokes,  reeks  and  moulders,  tho'  hid  out  of  fight, 
But,  what  lies  without,  muft  be  ruin'd  out-right. 

9    What's 


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9  What's  brought  to  the  barn,  is  in  no  better  cafe, 
But  filently  heats  and  ferments  in  the  place, 
Juft  ready  to  blaze — help,  God  of  all  might, 
And  let  not  our  labours  be  fruftratcd  quite. 

10  The  viclu'als,  for  dinner  or  fupper  defign'd, 
Are  full  of  as  bad  and  unhealthy  a  kind  ; 
And,  if  to  afllit  us  our  God  does  not  deign, 
We  all  in  adverfity  long  fhall  remain. 

1 1  Lord,  open  thine   eyes,  and  behold  this  fad  fight, 
Survey  with  companion  our  pitiful  plight, 

The  food  of  mankind  is  quite  rotten  become, 
For  want  of  fair  weather,  to  carry  it  home. 

12  Have  mercy,  good  God!  for  deftroy'd  is  our  grain, 
And  terribly  rack'd  are  our  bowels  with  pain: 

O  make  both  the  dearth  and  diftemper  to  ceafe, 
Blefs  us  with  thy  grace,  and  our  grain  with  increafe! 
13-  But  what  fhall  we  do  for  feed-corn  in  the  fpring  ? 
If  fo  long  we  fhall  live,  a  fupply  who  can  bring  ? 
All,  round  us,  complain  of  great  fcarcenefs,  and  want; 
Do  thou,  gracious  God,  a  fufficiency  grant ! 

14  On  the  fheep  of  thy  pafture  have  pity,  O  Lord! 
And  take  not  the  ftaffof  our  lives  from  our  board, 
Forgive  us  our  fins,  our  vile  manners  amend, 
And  our  joylefs  bofoms  with  comfort  diftend. 

15  Command  thou  the  fun,  to  fupply  us  with  light, 
Caufe  the  moon  and  the  ftars  to  illume  us  by  night, 
With  feafo'nable  weather  the  farmer  befriend, 
And  to  thy  difpleafure  put  quickly  an  end . 

16  Clear  thou  the  Horizon,  difperfe  ev'ry  cloud, 
Thofe  rife  rains  repel,  (for  thou'rt  gracious  and  good) 
Allay  the  fierce  tempeft,  and,  after  the  rain, 

Give  funfhine  and  enfpnefs  agen  to  our  grain  ! 

1 7  But  here,  mighty  God !   I  mud  freely  confefs, 
Our  fins  have  brought  on  us  this  diimal  diftrefs, 
With  all  the  foul  weather,  and  judgements  fevere, 
WThich  punifh'd  thy  fervants  fo  forely,  this  year. 

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1 8  Thou  fill'dft  ns  fo  full  with  thy  favours  and  meat, 
That  none,  to  adore  thee,  wou'd  ftir  from  their  feat, 
Or  give  thee  due  glory  and  thanks,  for  their  food, 
'Till  ev'ry  misfortune  our  footfteps  purfue'd. 

19  The  Ox  and  the  Afs  know  by  whom  they  are  fed, 
The  Dog  loves  his  mafter,  by  whom  he  was  bred  -y 
But  men  are  ungrateful,  and  feem  not  to  know, 
Their  meat,  and  their  all,  to  their  Maker  they  owe. 

20  With  manifold  bleflings,  thou  feedefr  us  all, 
Like  fatlings  fed  up  to  the  full  in  the  flail, 

But  we  will  not  lift  up  our  heads,  nor  attend,  [fcendf 
More  than  brutes  unto  him,  whence thofe  favours  de- 

2 1  Thy  florms  and  thy  tempefts  thou  therefore  didflfend, 
By  rain  and  bad  weather  our  manners  to  mend, 
And  force  us,  by  feeling  thy  judgements,  to  know 
'Tis  thou  with  thine  hand  dofl  thofe  bleffings  beftow. 

22  Tho'  great  were  the  judgements,  thou  fhedd'fton  each 
To  punifh  the  diffolute  lives  that  we  led,         [head, 
We  ne'er  fince  the  conqueft,  fo  guilty  have  been, 
So  funk  in  debauch'ry,  fo  fodden  in  fin. 

2  3  Tho'  the  ftorm  roars  fo  loud,and  fo  fierce  pours  the  rain, 
And  tho'  f 'tis  a  truth)  jufldeftroy'd  is  our  grain, 
Yet  ftill  in  the  ale-houfe  each  fabbath  we  ftay, 
And  fpend  in  a  riotous  manner  the  day. 

24  When  each  fhou'd  repent,  in  the  duft,  on  his  face, 
And  proftrate  implore  thy  forgivenefs  and  grace, 
And  truly  our  glorious  Creator  adore, 

Like  Jews,  weblafphem'd,  and  like  troopers  we  fwore. 

25  The  more  thou  didft  afk  us  to  turn  and  relent, 
Our  morals  to  mend,  and  our  fins  to  repent, 

We  finn'd  worfe  and  worfe,  and  more  defperare  grew, 
And  farther  and  farther  from  mercy  withdrew. 

26  The  greater  the  plagues  were,  which  hung  o'er  each 
Storm,  war,  or  difeafe,  or  a  fcarcenefs  of  bread,  [head, 
More  hard'ned  and  callous,  like  Pharaoh,  we  were, 
And  force'd  thee  to  vex  us  with  judgements  fevere. 

27  It 


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27  It  is  not  then  ftrange,  thou  thy  anger  fhou'dft  fhow, 
By  doubling  and  trebling  each  terrible  blow: 

But  no  one  the  reafon,  I  fanfy,  can  tell, 

Why  thou  haft  not  hurFd  us,  e'er  this,  into  hell. 

28  Forgive  our  perverfenefs,  thy  fierce  anger  calm, 
Remove  our  adverfity,  Lord  !   and  our  ihamc, 
Like  Nineveh,  give  us  all  grace  to  repent, 
And  ferve  thee  with  pleafure,  and  perfect  afTent! 

A  Warning  to  the  Welfh,  to  repent, 
wrote  at  the  time  a  great  Plague  rage'd  in 
London. 

1  Ayf  Ourn  Cambria,  thoughtlefs  Cambria,  mourn, 
JL V JL  From  all  thy  fins  repentant  turn, 

Left  they  God's  wrath,  and  judgements  dread, 
Shou'd  draw  upon  thy  guilty  head ! 

2  Thy  fins  have  foar'd  up  to  the  fky, 
And  thence  for  fpeedy  vengeance  cry — 
Such  vengeance,  as  the  Lord  did  rain 
Upon  the  cities  of  the  plain: 

3  Both  night  and  day,  they  call  aloud 
For  punifhment,  like  Abel's  blood, 
And  nought  can  ftill  their  hideous  yell, 
Befides  God's  plagues,  or  living  well. 

4  The  earth's  polluted  by  thy  crimes, 
(As  in  the  Cainites  early  times) 
Which  fue  to  God  to  fweep  thee  hence — 
Without  thy  timely  penitence. 

5  There's  not  a  Hamlet  to  be  found, 
Or  petty  Village,  all  around, 

But  that  fome  monftrous  crime  appears 
Therein,  to  din  the  Godhead's  ears. 

6  There's  no  profeftion,  you  can  name, 
That  has  not  highly  been  to  blame, 
As  if,  with  all  it's  might,  it  ftrove 
To  pull  .down  vengeance  from  above. 

X  7  Our 


t     3"     ] 

7  Our  Gentry,  now  fofelfifh  grown, 
Seek  no  man's  profit,  but  their  own : 
God's  praife,  the  good  of  humankind. 
And  the  true  faith,  they  never  mind. 

8  Our  Clergy  ileep,  both  night  and  day, 
And  leave  the  people  gad  aftray, 
And  live  in  ev'ry  ldnd  of  vice, 
Vfithout  reproof,  or  good  advice. 

9  The  Judge  and  Magiftrate,  for  fear. 
The  murderer  and  fot  forbear, 
And  leave  each  tyrant  to  opprefs 
The  fatherlefs,  without  redrefs. 

io  Our  Wardens,  without  check  or  blame, 
Permit  them  to  revile  God's  name, 
The  Gofpel  under  foot  to  tread, 
And  flight  the  confecrated  bread. 

1 1  The  Sheriffs,  and  their  corm'rant  train, 
On  the  fleee'd  populace  diftrain, 

And  under  veil  of  juftice  prey 
Upon  their  wealth,  in  open  day. 

1 2  The  Wealthy  glibly  fwallow  down 
The  little  all,  the  needy  own, 
And  by  oppreflion  drive  the  poor 

To  beg  their  bread,  from  door  to  door. 

13  The  vulgar,  all  find  fome  pretence 
To  do  what's  wrong,  and  God  incenfe ; 
Blind,  dull,  perverie,  to  hell  they  run, 
Nor  will,  though  warn'd,  perdition  fhun. 

14  All  ranks  of  men  alike  defpife 
The  Gofpel,  and  as  little  prize 

The  )aw  of  God;  but  with  much  more 
Delight,  their  lulls  and  guts  adore. 

15  Nay,  all  degrees  of  men,  in  fhort, 
Strive  fome  dire  vengeance  to  extort ; 
And  on  their  pates  it  mall  be  fent, 

If  they  do  not  in  time  repent, 


6  Such 


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1 6  Such  fwearing  and  excefs,  O  Wales! 
Such  fhameful  wrong  in  thee  prevails, 
Such  feels,  fuch  herefies,  and  lies, 

As  ne'er  before,  fince  Chrift,  took  rife. 

1 7  Though  now  the  Deity  furveys 
With  paflive  looks  our  finful  ways, 
Yet  he's,  injuftice,  bound  to  fhed 
Dire  vengeance  on  each  guilty  head. 

1 8  Though  he  has  long  from  day  to  day 
Entreated  each  to  mend  his  way, 
The  time  is  come,  when  he  begins 
To  think  of  punifhing  their  fins. 

19  Thou  in  his  fcales  waft  put  of  late, 

And  found,  O  Wales!   far  fhort  of  weight: 
He'll  give  thee  foon  a  fatal  blow, 
If  thou  doft  not  fubmiflion  mow. 

20  Becaufe  thou  haft  not  wifdom  learn'd 
From  England's  woes,  and  wertnot  warn'd 
By  her  diftrefs,  thy  God  does  keep 

A  heavy  rod  for  thee  in  fteep. 

2 1  The  plague  to  thy  tranfgreflions  due. 
Is  prompt  thy  footfteps  to  purfue, 
E'en  now  it  hovers  o'er  thy  head  I 
So  very  vile  a  life  thou'ft  led ! 

22  Slung  by  a  (lender  finefpun  thread, 
Pendent  it  hovers  o'er  thy  head, 
Ready  to  drop  by  it's  own  weight 
Upon  thy  fin-polluted  pate: 

23  Yet  heedlefs  thou  doft  all  the  while 
New  plagues  on  plagues  inceffant  pile, 
And  ftill  doft  God's  great  patience  wrono-j 
Though  he  has  bor'n  with  thee  io  long. 

24  Thou  ftill  art  worfe  from  day  to  day, 
And  roveft  more  and  more  aitray, 
And  fondly  weeneft  God  does  doze, 
Whilft  thee,  to  penitence,  he  wooes. 

X  2  25  Thou 


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25  Thou  fnore'ftaloud,furcharge'd  with  drink, 
And  feemeft  not  to  know,  or  think, 
That  God  now  whets  the  fhining  fteel, 
Which  in  thy  fleep  thou  foon  fhalt  feel. 

26  Repent  fincerely,  Wales,  repent, 
Before  the  plague  to  thee  is  fent — 
Before  God  bares  his  fword,  entreat 
His  pardon,  proftrate  at  his  feet. 

2  7  If  once  the  Lord  fhall  light  the  fire, 
What  man  alive  can  flop  his  ire  ? 
If  once  the  plague  at  his  command 
Breaks  out,  who  can  protect  the  land  ? 

28  If  once  the  Lord  begins  to  flay, 

And  fhall  his  fhafts  and  fword  difplay, 
Who  can  the  weighty  ftroke  withiland  ? 
Who  can  preferve  thee  from  his  hand  ? 

29  Behold  the  woes  on  London  brought, 
Though  ihe  has  oft  for  mercy  fought, 
As  that,  in  time,  fhe  did  not  do, 

God  more  than  half  her  people  flew  ! 

30  Arife,  arife,  make  no  delay, 

But  wholly  call  thy  crimes  away ; 
For  mercy  call,  before  thy  doom, 
Perhaps  to-morrow  it  may  come. 

3 1  In  bales  of  goods  and  merchandize, 
It  in  the  London  fliops  now  lies, 

To  Wales  the  plague  will  come  at  laft, 
If  thou  doll  not  repent  in  hafle. 

32  But  fhou'd  it  come  unto  thee,  now  *, 
How  unprepare'd,  O  Wales  !  art  thou, 
At  God's  tribunal  to  appear, 
Without  the  robe  which  thou  fhou'dftwearf 

If  it  fliou'd  to  thy  confines  reach, 
What  man,  alas !    can  guard  the  breach  ? 
Not  all  the  world  combine'd  can  ftand 
Againft  the  Lord's  correcting  hand. 


6  5 


34   In 


t     325     ] 

34  In  vain  fhall  either  rue,  or  fage, 

With  the  keen  fword  of  God  engage  * 
If  thou  doll  not  repent  from  (in, 
All  phyfic  is  not  worth  a  pin. 

J5  In  vain  it  is  thy  gates  to  keep, 

The  pelt  will  o'er  thy  ramparts  creep, 

Nor  pike,  nor  cannon  can  defend 

Thee  from  the  plague,whichGod  fhall  fend. 

36  In  vain  it  is  from  it  to  run, 

Or  feek  the  deadly  fate  to  fhun  : 

Go  where  thou  wilt,  thou  ftill  fhalt  find 

The  fleet  purfuer  clofe  behind. 

37  The  beft  thing  thou  canft  do  at  laft, 
To  keep  the  plague  oif,  is  to  fall — 
From  meat  and  drink,  I  do  not  mean, 
But  from  each  thought  and  act  unclean. 

38  If  once  the  peft  invades  thy  ground, 
Pale  famine  will  befeige  thee  'round, 
With  forrow,  Hern  rebuke,  and  fear ; 
Ne'er  did  the  plague  alone  appear  ! 

39  Adverfity  and  troubles  fell, 

In  ev'ry  town  and  houfe  fhall  dwell, 
Sad  moans  fhall  found  in  all  thy  ftreets. 
And  dread  feize  ev'ry  foul  one  meets. 

40  Fraternal  Love  fhall  quit  thy  coafts, 
And  ev'ry  focial  joy  be  loft, 

Nor  nature,  nor  affinity, 

Shall,  whilft  it  lads,  be  found  in  thee. 

41  To  tend  her  child,  the  mother  takes 
No  pains — the  wife,  her  fpoufe  forfakes, 
The  fire,  his  fon,  the  fon,  his  mother, 
The  After  quits  her  dying  brother. 

42  The  fon,  his  fire  Hays  with  his  breath, 
The  mother,  puts  her  babes  to  death, 
The  wife,  her  fpoufe  kills  with  a  figh, 
The  friend,  each  friend  that  dares  comer.' 

X  3  43  Slain, 


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43  Slain  are  the  living  by  the  dead, 
The  vig'rous  by  the  invalid, 

The  healthy,  by  the  Tick  they  dreft  *, 
So  dire,  fo  dreadful  is  the  peft  ! 

44  Who  touches  the  infected,  dies, 
They  kill,  like  Bas'lifks  with  their  eyes, 
Or  blaft  them  with  their  tainted  breath, 
Like  the  fell  Cocatrice,  to  death. 

45  The  plague  will  make  a  man  deteft, 
Like  a  mad  dog,  thofe  he  loves  beft : 
'Twill  make  him  lothe  his  deareft  friend. 
As  a  fierce  wolf,  or  hell-born  fiend. 

46  Hence  they,  like  traitors,  are  confin'd 
From  all  the  reft  of  humankind, 
Nor  are  they,  any  time,  allowed      > 
To  go  abroad  in  fearch  of  food. 

47  Their  treafures  kill  all  that  come  nigh, 
Whoe'er  receives  their  goods,  muft  die, 
Their  cafh  is  worth  no  more  (tho'  great 
Their  wants )  than  pebbles  in  the  ftreet. 

48  This,  Wales !  will  make  thy  fons  oft  faft, 
When  they  fhail  not  a  morfel  tafte ; 
Tho',  all  they  own'd,  they  gave  for  meat, 
And  did  for  it  with  tears  entreat. 

49  The  plague  at  once  will  run  thee  o'er, 
Juft  as  the  deluge  did  of  yore 

1  he  world,  or  as  the  fire  that  came 
And  fet  Gomorrah  in  a  flame. 

50  Perhaps,  when  round  the  focial  hearth, 
Or  in  the  tavern,  full  of  mirth, 

Or  in  the  market,  cheap'ning  wares, 
The  plague  will  catch  thee  unawares. 

5 1  Tho'  thou  fhou'dft  to  the  flews,  or  fair, 
The  field,  or  council-room,  repair; 
Where-e'er  the  peft  fhall  on  thee  feize, 
That  is  the  place  of  thy  deceafe. 


52  There 


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52  There,  like  a  bead,  thou  foon  fliak  die, 
(But  not  without  great  agony) 
Without  a  fervant,  or  a  friend, 
Thy  latter  moments  to  attend. 

^3  No  doctor,  and  no  priefr  will  come 
To  thee,  nor  dare  approach  thy  room, 
Nor  any  of  thv  neareft  kin, 
As  if  thou  hadft  lbme  rebel  been. 

54  To  lay  thee  out,  none  will  come  near, 
To  fhrowd  and  place  thee  on  the  bier, 
Or  to  attend  thee  to  the  grave  : 

A  brute's  interment  thou  malt  have. 

55  This  is  the  death  fo  full  of  woe, 
Which  thou  art  doom'd  to  undergo. 
This  is  the  death  due  to  thy  crimes, 
If  thou  fhalt  not  repent  betimes. 

56  O  what  a  dire,  and  difmal  end  ? 
What  agonies  this  death  attend  ? 
O  what  a  curs'd  and  (hocking  cafe 
It  is  to  die  of  thisdifeafe  ? 

57  This  England  has  beheld  of  late, 
When  London  felt  the  frowns  of  fate  ; 
And  this  in  thee,  Wales,  fhall  be  feen, 
If  thou  doft  not  forfake  thy  fin. 

58  O  think,  how  hateful  'tis  to  fall 
By  this  moft  difmal  death  of  all ! 
Think,  how  unpleafing,  how  unblefl, 
It  is  to  fuffer  by  the  peil ! 

59  This  is  the  death  fo  full  of  woe, 
Thou  doft  delerve  to  undergo  ! 
This  is  the  death,  due  to  thy  crimes, 
If  thou  doft  not  repent  betimes. 

60  God  long  expects  thee  to  begin 
To  quit  each  vice  and  darling  fin  ; 
Becaule  thou  haft  not,   he's  pvepar'd 

t.  To  give  thy  fins  the;.r  juft  rev. 

X  4  61  Mc 


[     3*8     1 

6 1  Mourn  then,  O  thoughtlefs  Cambria,   mourn, 
And  from  thy  fins  repentant  turn : 

Like  Nineveh  for  mercy  call, 

Or  foon  the'  impending  blow  will  fall. 

62  E  er  God  unfheaths  his  glitt'ring  fleel, 
For  his  forgivenefs  quickly  kneel ; 
Too  late  God's  mercy  is  implor'd, 
"When  he  has  drawn  his  glitt'ring  fword. 

63  Like  Magdalene,   thy  Saviour  greet, 
And  bathe  with  floods  of  tears  his  feet, 

#     Then  dry  them  with  thy  flowing  hair : 
So  fhall  He  fave  thee  from  defpair  ! 

64  An  altar  raife,  like  JefTe's  fon, 
And  lay  a  contrite  heart  thereon : 
Thy  pray'rs  fhall  flop  the  angel's  hand. 
That's  lifted  to  deflroy  the  land. 

6$  Like  Nineveh,  in  fackcloth  mourn, 
And  from  thy  fumlefs  errors  turn : 
God  will  avert  thy  deflin'd  end, 
If  thou  thy  manners  {halt  amend. 

66  Unto  the  temple  oft  repair, 

Like  Aaron  there  with  mournful  air, 
Forgivenefs  of  the  Lord  requeft, 
E'er  thoirrt  infected  by  the  pert. 

67  Thy  bofom  beat,  and  God  adore, 
Lke  the  poor  publican  of  yore, 
With  fervent  mind  for  mercy  pray, 
E'er  thou  art  fnatch'd  at  once  away. 

68  Daily,  like  royal  David,  feed 
Upon  thy  tears,  fo"  e;:ch  mifdeed 
Deluge  with  tears,  each  night,  thy  bed, 
E'er  the  plague  comes,  and  flrikes  thee  dead. 

69  Stand  thou,  like  Mofes,  in  the  breach, 
Nor  let  the  peft  thy  people  reach: 
Pray  God  to  flop  the  dreadful  blow- 
Pray  hard,  and  He  will  mercy  fhow. 


70  A 


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70  A  javelin,  like  Phineas,  feize, 

Slay  thofe,  whofe  fins  brought  the  difeafe. 

Iniquity,  by  law  corredt : 

So  God  fhali  thee  from  death  protect. 

71  Quit  Sodom,  and  to  Zoar  run, 
By  penitence  perdition  fhun-, 

The  warning  angel's  threatnings  hear, 
E'er  the  dread  peft  thy  towns  draws  near. 

72  From  fwine  and  fwinifti  drunkards  run, 
(As  erft  ran  Luke's  repentant  fon)' 
Unto  thy  Sire  without  delay, 

E'er  by  the  plague  thou'rt  fwept  away. 

73  Like  Peter,  in  lbme  private  place, 
Bewail  the  fins  of  all  thy  race  : 
The  cock  reminds  thee  to  repent, 
E'er  to  thy  coafts  the  plague  is  fent. 

74  Thy  whole  account,with  the'  utmoft  care, 
E'er  thou  art  call'd  to  doom,  prepare, 
Trim  thy  dull  lamp,   thy  white  robe  wear, 
Before  the  dreadful  peft  comes  near. 

75  It  of  a  fudden  comes,  beware  ! 
And  gives  no  notice  to  prepare: 

Be  then  each  moment  on  thy  guard, 
Left  it  fhou'd  catch  thee  unprepar'd. 

76  The  readier  thou  art  to  receive 

The  ftroke,  and  this  vain  world  to  leave, 
God  is  more  ready  to  forgive, 
And  leave  thee  here  yet  longer  live. 

77  May  God,  O  Wales,  to  thee  difpenfe 
His  Grace — God  give  thee  penitence, 
God  fhield  thee  from  this  peft  fevere  ; 
God  grant  thee  yet  a  joyful  year. 


Another, 


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Another,  on   the  fame  Occafion. 

*  T\  /T  Ourn  Cambria,  thoughtlefs  Cambria  mourn, 
xVJl  Like  Nineveh,  repentant  turn, 

Put  fackcloth  on proclaim  a  faft 

Cry  out  for  Grace,  and  mend  at  laft. 

2  Thy  eldeft  Sifter  undergoes 
(England  I  mean)  a  thoufand  woes, 
Beneath  the  weighty  hand  of  God, 
"Who  rules  her  with  an  iron  rod. 

3  The  plague  her  people  has  devour'd, 
Like  wild- fire  down  from  heaven  fhow'rd, 
And  all  her  towns  has  over-run, 

Like  flames  thro' heath  parch'd  by  the  fun. 

4  They  die  in  heaps,  without  delay, 
Perhaps  a  thoufand  in  a  day, 
And  fall,  acrofs  each  other,  down, 
Along  the  ftreets,  in  ev'ry  town. 

5  No  medicines  can  flop  it's  rage, 
Not  floods  of  tears  can  it  affuage, 
God's  power  alone  can  it  allay, 
And  his  fweet  mercy  chafe  away. 

6  Great  London  weeps  and  wails  full  fore, 
As  fack'd  Jerufalem  of  yore  : 

Nought  is  there  heard  but  hideous  groans, 
With  loud  laments,  and  mournful  moans. 

7  There  is  fuch  forrow,  and  fuch  grief ! 
Such  anguifh  as  exceeds  belief ! 
Such  dire  diftrefs  !  fuch  fighing  fore ! 
The  like  was  ne'er  known  there  before  \ 

8  Men  of  each  rank,  and  each  degree, 
The  fword  of  death  uplifted  fee, 
And  wait  for  the  funereal  dray, 

That  bears  the  dead  off*,  night  and  day. 

9  There 


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9  There  hufbands  fee  their  conforts  die, 
And  their  dear  children's  corfes  lie 
All  round,  'till  they  the  nofe  offend, 
And  none  come  near,  their  aid  to  lend. 

10  There  wives  lament  to  fee  a  fpoufe 
And  children  dead,  in  ev'ry  houfe; 

Yet  dare  not  quit,  (how  hard  their  cafe !) 
Though  wild  with  woe,  the  fatal  place. 

1 1  There,  infant  orphans  cry  aloud, 
But  there  are  none  ,o  give  them  food, 
And  fuck  the  mother's  milklefs  breaft, 
When  lhe  has  been  fome  days  at  reft. 

1 2  To  them  no  comforters  there  are 
In  heav'n  or  earth,  the  fea  or  air, 

In  town  or  country,  church  or  court, 
From  flock  or  fold,  from  field,  or  fort. 

1 3  He,  that  is  well,  with  tearful  eyes 
The  oft-repafling  carts  furveys, 
Which  lately  carry'd  nought  but  dung, 
Now  carrying  corfes,  all  day  long. 

14  They  that  furvive  are  almoft  dead, 
Before  they  are  attack'd,  thro'  dread, 
By  feeing  all  that  weight  of  woe, 
Which  they  are  doom'd  to  undergo. 

15  They're  not  indulge'd,  abroad  to  roam-r- 

They  cannot  purchafe  food  at  home 

Their  viiits  no  one  will  admit 
They're  not  allow'd  the  dead  to  quit. 

16  The  plague,  within  their  houfes,  (talks — 

In  all  their  ftreets,  fell  famine  walks 

And,  in  the  fields,  the  ravens  pick 

The  eyes  out  of  the  helplefs  fick. 

1 7  Both  God  and  man  feem  to  have  left 
The  wretches  of  all  hopes  bereft, 
And  will  not  any  pity  mow, 

Or  try  to  mitigate  their  WQC 


'18  The 


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1 8  The  Godhead  laughs  at  all  their  woes, 
And  flops  his  ears,  from  hearing,  clofe, 
Nor  heeds  their  unavailing  cries, 
Who  ufe'd  his  Gofpel  to  defpife. 

1 9  When  any,  the  infected  fpy, 

As  from  a  dog,  that's  mad,  they  fly : 
Nay,  they  had  rather  meet  a  toad, 
Than  meet  a  Londo'ner  on  the  road  ; 

20  Becaufe  they  foon  infect  all  thofe, 

Who  dare  approach  them,  with  their  clothes 
Thus  whom  the  bafilifk  efpies, 
At  once  is  murder'd  by  his  eyes. 

2 1  The  father,  though  in  the  fame  houfe, 

Cant  fee  his  fon nor  wife,  her  fpoufe— 

Nor,  without  danger,  can  a  friend 

In  this  difeafe,  his  friend  attend. 

22  The  mother,  with  a  kifs,  deftroys 
Her  fon,  the  prime  of  all  her  joys, 
Or,  all  unweeting,  taints  his  blood, 
E'en  whilft  he  fucks  her  breads  for  food. 

23  The  father  with  his  baleful  breath 
Puts  all  his  progeny  to  death  ; 
And,   like  a  cocatrice,  deprives 

All,  who  approach  him,  of  their  lives. 

24  The  ficken'd  child,  againft  his  will, 
Does  his  indulgent  mother  kill, 

(Who  nurfe'd  him  with  the  tend'reft  care} 
And  all  the  fervants  that  come  near. 

25  Both  men  and  women,  fuddenly, 
In  ev'ry  houfe  promifcuous  die 
By  hundreds,  in  a  fingle  night, 
'Till  London  feems  unpeopled  quite. 

26  Such  moans  and  cries  were  never  known, 
As  in  each  corner  of  the  town  : 

No  ! not  in  Ramah,  on  the  day, 

When  Herod  did  the  infants  flay. 


Her 


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27  Her  clergymen's  exceflive  grief 
Tranfcends  the  limits  of  belief, 
To  fee  each  church,  of  late  fo  full, 
Now  nothing  but. an  empty  hull. 

2  8  Her  warehoufes  tho'  richly  ftock'd, 

Where  crouds  un-number'd  lately  flock  d, 
Sell  not  enough,  (their  trade  's  fo  dead  !) 
To  give  their  famifh'd  fhopmen  bread. 

29  Each  nice  artificer  complains 
(Though  he  has  finifh'd  them  with  pains,) 
That  none  his  curious  works  will  buy, 
And  that  for  hunger  he  muft  die. 

30  Each  inn,  each  houfe,  or  fumptuous  feat, 
Of  lords  and  knights  the  late  retreat, 
Now  uninhabited  remains ; 

Or  elfe  the  plague  alone  there  reigns. 

3 1  All  who  were  wont  to  ply  the  oar 
Upon  the  Thames,  or  drudge  afhore, 
Links,  porters,  fcavengers,  complain, 
They  can't  their  bread  by  labour  gain. 

32  The  market,  ftore'd  fo  well  of  late, 
With  flefh  and  fifh,  and  ev'ry  cate 
On  which  each  greedy  glutton  fed, 
Hath  neither  flefh,  nor  meal,  nor  bread. 

33  Many,  who  not  long  fince  repine'd, 
Unlefs  on  quails  and  growfe  they  dine'd, 
By  hunger  humbled,  vainly  wifh 

To  make  a  meal,  on  faked  fifh. 

34  Tho'  then  each  day,  to  bring  them  food, 
A  thoufand  veffels  ftemm'd  the  flood, 
There's  now  fcarce  feen  a  fingle  load 

Of  grain,   or  meal,  upon  the  road. 

35  Where,  there  were  all  things  for  their  ufe, 
Which  land,  or  water,  did  produce, 
Now  nothing  elfe  is  to  be  found, 

-    But  dearth  and  famine  all  around. 


36  Our 


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36  Our  pride,  our  luft,  our  vaft  excefs, 
Our  gluttony,  our  drunkennefs, 
Our  gofpel-wrefting  herefies, 

To  thofe  diftreffes  fir  ft  gave  rife. 

37  Thefe  are  the  fruits,  thefe  are  the  gains ! 
Thefe  are  the  wages  fin  obtains  I 
Thefe  are  the  punifhments,  I  own, 
Which  we  deferve  for  what  we've  done  ! 

38  Thus  God  can,  in  a  trice,  bring  down 
The  pride  of  any  fmful  town, 

And  foon  reduce,  e'en  to  the  duft, 

The  walls  and  crouds  to  which  men  truft  f 

$9  And  thus  it  is  the'  Almighty  can 
Humble  the  haughtinefs  of  man, 
Who  dares  refill  his  juft  commands, 
And  turn  him  over  to  Death's  hands. 

40  We  have  long  fince  (I  muft  confefs) 
We  all  have  merited  no  lefs  : 

God's  ways  and  works  are  free  from  blame; 
Holy  and  reve'rend  is  his  Name. 

41  We  ev'ry  filthinefs  have  fow'd$ 
In  furrows  by  injuftice  plow'd  ; 
What  can  we  thence  expecl;  to  mow, 
Befides  the  crop,  which  fin  did  fow  ? 

42  This  is  the  peft,  with  which  of  yore 
God  threatned  thofe,  that  heretofore 
Did  not  obey  and  ferve  him  right 
With  all  their  heart  and  all  their  might. 

43  This  is  the  fame  tremendous  blow, 
Which  Wales  is  doom'd  to  undergo, 
Becaufe  ihe  did  not  turn  betimes, 

And  warning  take  from  England's  crimes. 

44  Since  our  long-fuffering,  gracious  God 
'     So  long  o'er  London  held  his  rod, 

I  fear  that  guilty  Wales  muft  feel 
The  edge  of  his  avenging  fteel. 

45  When 


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45  When  Judah  wou'd  not  erft  forfake 
His  fins,  nor  from  Samaria  take 

A  warning,  he  no  better  fped, 
Than  Ifrael  did,  when  captive  led. 

46  If,  warn'd  by  England's  fore  diftrefs, 
Wales  will  no  penitence  exprefs, 
Some  plague,  or  punifhment  fevere, 
Will  on  her  coafts  defcend,  I  fear. 

47  When  God  on  Sodom,  in  his  ire, 
And  on  Gomorrah,  rain'd  down  fire, 
His  wrathful  vengeance  was  not  cloy'd, 
Until  Zeboi'm  was  deftroy'd : 

48  So  as  the  Lord  this  plague  has  fent 
To  England,  from  the  continent  -, 
I  fear,  it  will  not  be  allay'd, 

'Till  't  has  to  Wales  a  vifit  paid. 

49  When  firft  the  peft,  the  fword  of  God, 
O'er  Germany  in  triumph  trod; 
'Caufe  France  her  vices  did  not  fhun, 
Like  wild-fire  o'er  her  towns  it  run. 

50  Becaufe  no  warning  fhe  at  all 

Took  from  Bohemia,  Flanders,  Gaul, 
England  is  curs'd  with  this  dire  peft, 
And  fares  much  worfe  than  all  the  reft. 

51  If  Wales  will  not  be  warn'd  by  all 
The  woes,  which  now  on  England  fall, 
She  fhall  be  punifh'd  foon,  I  fear, 

By  plagues  and  judgements  more   fevere. 

52  Mourn  therefore,heedlefs  Cambria,  mourn, 
And  from  thy  fins  repentant  turn, 

Like  Nineveh,  for  mercy  call, 

E'er  thofefell  judgements  on  thee  fall. 

53  Beat,  beat  thy  bread,  and  weep  a  flood, 
Thy  garments  wafh  in  Jefus'  blood, 
Cry  out  for  grace,  thy  life  amend, 
E'er  vengeance  does  on  thee  defcend. 


54  E'er 


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54  E'er  God  unfheaths  his  mining  fteel, 
Before  him  with  fubmifiion  kneel ; 
For  grace  and  favour  him  invoke, 
E'er  the  deftroyer  gives  the  ftroke. 

55  'Tis  vain  to  cry,  when  thou  art  flain, 
When  thou'rt  condemn'd,  to  pray  is  vain, 
*Tis  vain,  to  try  to  break  the  rod, 
When  thou  hail  been  chaftife'd  by  God. 

56  Arife,  arife,  ufe  no  delay, 

Make  haite,  and  quit  thy  fins  to-day, 
Fate  hovers  o'er  thee  now,  amend, 
E'er  it  does,  on  thy  head,  defcend. 

A  Prayer  for  a  Clergyman,  when  he  goes 
to  vifit  the  Sick,  or  in  the  Time- of  a  Plague. 

i   TQEhold,  my  gracious  God!  with  pitying  eye, 
J3  What  dangers  in  my  painful  office  lie, 

,     Who  never  mull,  at  any  feafon,  ceafe 
To  vifit  all,  whatever's  their  difeafe, 

2  There's  not  a  man,  or  child,  that  is  difeas'd, 
Whether  by  the  fmall-pox,  or  meazles  feiz'd, 
Or  any  other  malady,  that's  worfe, 

But  I  am  bound  to  vifit  him  of  courfe. 

3  Be  they  or  hectic  heats,  or  pungent  pains, 
Or  naufeous  fweats,  or  if  a  fever  reigns, 

I  muft  attend  the  dying  Clinic  (till, 

E'en  though  he  of  the  plague  itfelf  were  ill: 

'4  Which  needs  muft  be  a  molt  tremendous  part 
Unto  a  timid,  and  ftill-doubting  heart, 
Which,  of  itfelf,  of  ev'ry  ill  s  afraid  ; 
Unlefs  fupported  by  thy  gracious  aid. 

5  Therefore  on  thee  (who  doft  my  life  defend, 
My  fole  Protector,  and  my  only  Friend) 
Who,  as  thou  pleafeft,  doft  direct  us,  all, 
For  thy  afllftance  and  fupport,  I  call ! 

6  O  Lord ! 


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6  O  Lord !    thou  canft,  if  it  be  thy  bleft  will, 
Preferve  my  foul  from  each  impending  ill, 
Though  now  each  ail  might  have  it  in  it's  pOw'r, 
Without  thy  help,  thy  fervant  to  devour : 

7  And  if  thou  doft  not,  of  thy  mercy,  deign 
To  keep  me,  and  thofe  maladies  reftrain, 
I  can't  myfelf  divert  their  rage  away, 
But  muft  to  their  attacks  become  a  prey. 

3   Lend  then  to  me,  Omnipotence !  thine  ear, 
And  fave  the  fimplefl  of  thy  fervants,  here— 
Save  me,  for  thou  to  fave  canft  never  fail, 
From  the  affaults  of  each  infectious  ail. 

9  'Tis  thou,  O  God!  that  giveft  wounds  and  pain, 
'Tis  thou,  O  God!    that  liealeft  them  again, 
'Tis  thou,  that  kill'ft,  and  yet  doft  life  afford, 
'Tis  thou,  fhall  therefore  punifh  us,  O  Lord ! 
io  Thy  foftring  pinions,  o'er  my  favour'd  head, 
(That  I  may  'lcape  thofe  horrid  perils,)  fpread, 
And  give  no  dangerous  diftemper  leave 
Unto  thy  fervant's  earthly  part  to  cleave. 

1 1  -O  God,  who  didft  thy  fervant  Aaron  fcreen, 
When  he  the  dead  and  living  ftep't  between, 
Protect  me  with  thy  gracious  favour  ftill 
From  this  difeafe,  and  ev'ry  other  ill ! 

12  As  thou  the  fie'ry  Furnace  didft  afluage, 
And  the  three  Children  faved'ft  from  it's  rage; 
So,  for  (Thrift's  fake,  let  it  thy  goodnefs  pleafe. 
To  fave  thy  fervant  from  this  dire  difeafe! 

1 3  As  thou  didft  from  the  failing  lions' jaw, 
And  dreary  den,  the  prophet  Daniel  draw, 
So  from  this  ail,  and  it's  afflictive  rod, 

Do  thou  preferve  me  fafely,  O  my  God  ! 

14  So  fhall  I  glorify  thy  holy  name, 

And  in  each  church  or  chapel  praife  the  famCj 
And  my  beft  thanks  (as  long  as  e'er  I  live) 
For  all  thv  bleffings  and  thy  favours  give. 

Y  15  Like 


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5  Like  Aaron,  to  thine  altar,  I'll  repair, 
Or  to  my  room,  like  Daniel,  and  declare 
Thy  mercies,  or  like  royal  David  fing 
Thy  praifes,  my  Protector,  and  my  King ! 


Short  is  the  Life  of  Man. 

i  Tk  vT  An's  life,  like  any  weaver's  ihuttle,  flies, 
JL V JL  ®r->  l&e  a  tender  flowret,  droops  and  dies, 
Or,  like  a  race,  it  ends  without  delay, 
Or,  like  a  vapour,  vanifhes  away, 

2  Or,  like  a  candle,  it  each  moment  waftes, 
Or,  like  a  packet  under  fail,  it  haftes, 
Or,  like  a  pofc-boy,  gallops  very  fail, 
Or,  like  the  fhadow  of  a  cloud,  'tis  paft. 

3  Strong  is  our  foe,  but  very  weak  the  fort, 
Our  death  is  certain,  and  our  time  is  fhort-, 
But  as  the  hour  of  death's  a  fecret  ftill, 
Let  us  be  ready,  come  he,  when  he  will. 

Advice  to  the  Sick. 

i  rr^HY  mortal  part  fhou'd  ficknefs  chance  to  feize3 
i      Confider,  whence  the  nVry  dart  was  fent, 
Confider,  who  inflicted  the  difeafe, 
And  to  what  purppfe,  and  with  what  intent  ? 

2  'Tis  God  himfelf,  that  deals  the  dreadful  ftroke, 
5Tis  God,  that  gives  the  malady  it's  pain, 
Becaufe  our  fins  his  patient  heart  provoke ; 
That  we  may  quit  them,  and  reform  again. 

3  For  all  the  errors  of  thy  life  repent, 

God's  pardon  on  thy  bended  knees  implore, 
His  mercy  beg,  and  he  will  then  relent, 
And  give  thee  comfort,  if  he  gives  no  more. 

4  If 


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4  If  God  againft  thee  is  incens'd  with  rage, 

If  he  has  fcourge'd  thee  with  diftempers  dire, 
The  Lamb's  dear  Blood  his  anger  will  affuage, 
And  briny  tears  will  mitigate  his  ire. 

5  Do  thou  fubmit,  and  he'll  fufpend  the  blow, 
Seek  grace,  and  he'll  with  pleafure  give  thee  grace, 
Do  thou  repent,  and  he'll  forgivenek  fhow, 
Lament,  and  he'll  companionate  thy  cafe. 

6  Freely  to  him  thy  fumlefs  fins  confefs, 
Condemn  thyfelf,  and  his  forgivenefs  crave :, 
So  mail  thy  prayers  ever  meet  fuccefs, 

So  fhak  thou  grace  and  abfolution  have. 

7  Turn  thou  to  God,  and  he  will  thee  receive, 
Try,  though  he's  wroth,  his  fury  to  appeafe, 
And  when  he  fees  thee,  with  contrition  grieve. 
He'll  bid  thy  troubles  and  thy  forrows  ceafe. 

8  'Tis  God  himfelf,  that  each  difeafe  imparts, 
And  ev'ry  ail's  a  herald  from  his  throne, 
Difpatch'd  by  him,  to  purify  our  hearts ; 
None  can  inflict  it — but  the  Lord  alone. 

9  It  is  not  from  the  main,  or  mountain's  brow, 
Earth,  air,  or  bog,  that  each  diforder  fprings; 
But  all  the  ails  that  plague  us,  here  below, 
Come  from  the  kindnefs  of  the  Kino;  of  kings ! 

io  Hot-ihooting  pains,  eruptions,  tumours,  boils, 
Agues  and  fevers,  quinfies,  gout,  and  (tone, 
Plague,  peftilence,  confumptions,  fits,  and  pi! 
(Nay,  ev'ry  ail,)  proceed  from  God  alone. 

1 1  The  greater!  fove' reign,  on  this  earthly  ball, 
Cannot  impofe,  or  drive  an  ail  away ; 
None  but  the  Lord,  and  the  juft  Judge  of  all. 
Can  health  reflore,  or  maladies  convey. 

1 2  Difeafe  will  not  give  ear  to  human  lore, 
It  neither  faint,  nor  faintefs,  will  obey, 

It  minds  nor  wizard's  charm,  nor  ftellar  pow'r  : 
'Tis  God  alone- can  order  it  away. 

Y  z  .   i 


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13  If  by  a  forfeit,  cold,  or  ill-air'd  bed, 
Thou  arc  into  the  room  of  ficknefs  brought, 
'Tis  God  himfelf  that  drew  it  on  thy  head, 
In  whatfoever  manner  it  was  caught. 

14  'Tis  not  by  chance,  nor  the  decree  of  fate, 
Or  any  conftellation  in  the  fky, 

That  illnefs  comes,  however  fmall  or  great, 
But  by  the'  appointment  of  the  Lord, on  high. 

15  Be  not  too  curious,  like  a  man  unwife, 
From  whence  thy  malady  arofe,  to  know ; 
But  rather  lift  unto  the  Lord  thine  eyes, 

And  to  the  Hand,  that  dealt  the  gracious  blow. 

2  6  God  made  thee  fick,  and  God  can  make  thee  well, 
God  broke  thy  bones,  and  God  can  make  them  whole* 
God  thy  rebellious  flefh  and  lulls  can  quell, 
And  God  can  heal  thy  body,  and  thy  foul ! 

1 7  Welcome  thou  then  his  herald  with  refpect, 
With  patience  bear  the  meffenger  of  God ; 
The  child  he  loves,  he  always  does  correct, 
Nor  through  a  foolifh  fondnefs  fpares  the  rod. 

1 8  With  due  fubmiflion  thy  affliction  bear  ; 
Fools  only  kick  againft  the  pointed  fword: 
If  God  impofe'd  a  treatment  that's  fevere, 
In  vain  fhalt  thou  oppofe  his  will,  or  word. 

19  If  God  with  ficknelfes  his  fons  afflicts, 
Their  foul  tranfgreffions  are  the  fatal  caufe : 
Whene'er  he  any  punifhment  inflicts, 

It  is,  becaufe  they  violate  his  laws. 

20  Sicknefs  is  then  a  debt,  that's  due  to  fin, 
A  punifhment,  that  each  offender  feels  : 
For  where  tranfgreffion  once  has  enter'd  in, 
Difeafe  flill  follows  hard  upon  his  heels. 

2 1  To  break  the  fabbath  and  to  fwear  amain, 
God's  holy  church  and  gofpel  to  defpife, 
To  treat  the  prieft  and  ruler  with  difdain, 
Is  the  dire  fource,  whence  many  ails  arife ! 

22  To 


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22  To  drink,  to  fing  lewd  ballads,  and  to  whore, 
To  wade  one's  precious  time,  to  play  the  thief, 
To  revel,  riot,  and  opprefs  the  poor, 

Bring  on  difeaie,  with  ev'ry  other  grief. 

23  If  thou  haft  any  ail,  or  any  woe, 

Thy  fin,  and  that  alone,  fhou'd  bear  the  blame, 
Which  made  the  torrent  of  God's  anger  flow, 
And  caufe'd  him  to  afflict  thee  with  the  fame. 

24  Search  thou  thy  confeiencewidi  the  utmoft  care, 
Strive  ev'ry  lurking  paflion  to  fubdue, 
Entirely  mortify  thy  lulls  by  pray'r, 

And  fervently,  for  God's  forgivenefs,  fue. 

25  If  thou  malt  for  thy  fins  fincerely  grieve, 
And  turn  unto  the  Lord  thy  God  in  hafte, 
He  will  the  errors  of  thy  life  forgive, 

And  thou  no  longer  (halt  with  fickneis  wafle. 

26  Entreat  the  Lord,  to  make  thy  forrows  ceafe, 
To  foothe  thy  pain,  and  fuccour  thee,  when  ill : 
Ufe  importunity  with  him  for  eafe  -, 

For  he  can  grant  it,  whenfoe'er  he  will. 

27  Whatever  ail,  or  torment,  thou  mayft  feel, 
The'  Almighty  can  it's  raging  fmart  remove ; 
He,  at  his  pleaiure,  can  thy  anguifh  heal, 
However  great,  or  grievous  it  may  prove. 

28  He  cure'd  the  Paralitic  of  his  grief, 

He  cure'd  the  halt  and  bloody-flux'd  with  eafe> 

To  Job  and  Naaman  he  gave  relief, 

And  heal'd  each  fort  of  ficknefs  and  difeafe. 

29  Sicknefs  is  but  a  meffage  from  the  Lord, 
At  his  command  on  thee  it  htft  began  j 
It  kills,  it  cures,  obedient  to  his  word, 

It  comes  and  goes,  like  the  Centurion's  man. 

30  To  God  thy  earned  fupplications  make, 
Who  has  this  illnefs  on  thy  body  laid  •, 

Seek  thou  his  fuccour,  for  thy  Saviour's  fake, 
His  aid  implore,  and  thou  (halt  have  his  aid. 

Y  3  A  Prayer* 


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A  Prayer  for  a  Sick  Perfon. 

i  /~\  God  of  juftice,  health's  immortal  Sire  ! 
V^/  Thou  Judge  of  all !  thou  raifer  of  the  low  ! 

0  hear  my  fuit,  and  grant  me  my  defire, 
And,  for  thrift's  fake,  fome  pity  on  me  mow  ! 

2  In  body  weak,  and  in  my  mind  not  ftrong, 
To  thee,  with  heavy  heart,  and  fighing  fore, 

1  drag,  O  God  !   my  languid  limbs  along, 
Thy  iuccour  and  afliftance  to  implore. 

3  Thou  always  art  with  grace  and  mercy  crown'd, 
To  anger,  flow,  and  of  forbearance  great, 

In  ftraits  and  troubles,  eafy  to  be  found, 
For  Chrift's  fake,  pity  my  forlorn  eftate ! 

4  Through  thy  indulgence,  long  in  health  I  bloom'd, 
But  now  I  fall  the  vi&im  of  thy  rage, 

And  am,  for  my  offences,  fairly  doom'd, 
With  pain  and  with  diftemper  to  engage. 

5  O  God  !   I  have  deferv'd — I  freely  own, 
Long  fince,  a  punifhment  much  more  fevere ; 
This  ail  was  therefore  juftly  on  me  thrown, 
Which  from  thy  hand,  Almighty  Lord!  I  bear. 

6  A  fudden  and  a  dangerous  difeafe 

Thou  mighteft  have  difpatch'd,  to  end  my  days> 
And  turn'd  me  into  hell,  (did  it  thee  pleafe) 
Nor  granted  time  for  me  to  mend  my  ways : 

7  Yet  thou  didft  deign  this  malady  to  fend, 
Like  a  moil  merciful  and  gracious  God, 
To  give  me  warning  of  my  latter  end, 
And  fhew  me  penitence's  painful  road. 

8  I  take  it  as  a  token  of  thy  love, 

That  thou  fhoud'ft  treat  me  as  a  lawful  fon, 
And  by  thy  punifhment  my  mind  improve, 
.    Or  by  my  errors  I  had  been  undone. 

o  It 


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9  It  is  an  act,  juft  God  !    both  good  and  kind, 
The  body,  by  iuch  penance,  to  diftrefs  : 
Since  too  much  cockering  had  hurt  my  mind, 
And  the  fpoil'd  foul  had  ficken'd,  thro'  excefs. 

10  When  I  with  never- failing  health  was  blefs'd, 
My  fins,  though  numerous,  were  never  feen : 
But  now,  alas !  I  am  with  pain  opprefs'd, 

I  nothing  elie  can  fee,  befides  my  fin. 

1 1  How  many  are  my  faults  ?  how  vail  their  fum  ? 
To  what  a  countlefs  heap  do  they  amount? 
They're  more  than  all  the  ftars,  that  deck  the  gloom, 
Shou'd  I  attempt  their  numbers  to  recount. 

12  How  foolifhly,  O  God!  was  I  thy  foe  ? 
Perverfe,  as  Pharaoh  was  in  former  days, 
Though  thou  didft  ftill  the  culprit  kindly  wooe, 
To  turn  to  thee,  and  to  amend  his  ways. 

13  I  own,  that  I  have  merited  much  more — 
Much  more  chaftifement,  by  a  thoufand  times ; 
Since  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  facred  pow'r, 
E'en  from  my  youth,  by  oft-repeated  crimes  : 

14  Yet  well  I  know,  that  thou'rt  with  mercy  fraught, 
To  pardon  thofe  who  their  vile  courles  leave, 
And  ready  to  remit  each  finner's  fault, 

With  all,  who  greatly  for  their  errors  grieve. 

15  Though  nought  I've  merited  but  pains  and  woes, 
And  indifpoie'd  in  fome  difeafe  to  lie, 

Yet  mercifully,  Lord !  of  me  difpofe, 
And  on  my  vices  never  caft  thine  eye. 

1 6  Let  Chrifl's  fad  death,  and  Chrifl's  obedience, 
For  all  my  fins  full  fatisfaclion  make, 

Deep  in  his  wounds  conceal  each  foul  offence, 
And  be  propitious  to  me  for  his  lake. 

17  My  life  let  me  not  in  pollution  end, 
E'er  I  have  any  ufeful  action  done  ; 
But  give  me  time  my  morals  to  amend, 
Before  thy  mercy  be  entirely  gone. 

Y  4  iS  Hold 


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1 8  Hold  thy  afflicting  hand,  and  foothe  my  woes, 
Abate  my  forrow,  and  allay  my  pain, 

Nor  on  my  foul  a  greater  load  impofe, 
Than  this  my  fickly  body  can  fuftain. 

19  Although  my  foul  at  times  prefumes  to  fay, 
"  Lord,  take  my  fpirit'to  the  realms  above," 
Yet,  in  my  coward  flefh,  I  oft'ner  pray, 

"  This  bitter  cup  from  me,  O  God!  remove." 

20  Although  my  foul  and  body  are  but  ill — 
Prepare'd  as  yet,  to  wing  their  final  flight ; 
Yet  grant  me  time,  (if  it  be  thy  blefs'd  will) 
To  trim  them  both,  and  order  them  aright. 

2 1  I  afk  not  time  of  thee,  O  God  !   my  days 
In  luxury  and  indolence  to  fpend  -, 

But  that  I  may  proclaim  aloud  thy  praife, 
And,  all  1  can,  of  my  bad  manners  mend. 

22  O  Lord!  if  it  be  pleafing  in  thy  fight, 
Like  Hezekiah's,  lengthen  thou  my  days; 

Give  me  fome  fign  that  thou  haft  cure'd  me  quite- 
And  conquer'd  my  inveterate  difeafe. 

23  However,  if  it  be  thy  gracious  will, 

That  yet  a  while  my  punifhment  fhou'd  laft; 
I'm  ready  thy  good  pleafure  to  fulfil : 
But  ftrengthen  me,  until  the  trial's  paft. 

24  In  health,  I  only  did  my  God  incenfe, 
When  fick,  my  pain  I  by  myfighs  exprefs, 
What  can  I  elfe  ?   unlefs  thou  fhou'dft  difpenfe 
Thy  Holy  Spirit's  aid,  in  my  diftrefs. 

25  Give  me,  O  Lord!  O  give  me  fome  relief, 
Remove  my  reftlerTnefs — my  pains  allay, 
Say  to  my  foul,  e'en  in  it's  greateft  grief* 

"  I  am  thy  Saviour,  and  thy  only  flay!" 

26  Thou'rt  the  Samaritan,  O  Chrift!  fo  kind, 
I,  the  poor  trav'ler,  wounded  on  the  way, 
My  gaping  wounds  with  proper  drefTings  bind, 
pomfort  my  heart,  my  painful  fmart  allay. 

27  Thy 


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27  Thy  hand,  O  God  !  does  heavy  on  me  lie, 
Yet  in  my  God  my  confidence  ihall  be  : 
Though,  under  thy  correction,  I  fhou'd  die, 
I'll  truft  in  thee,  and  in  none  elfe,  but  thee. 

28  The  keys  of  life,  and  thofe  of  death,  are  thine, 
And  the  grim  tyrant  does  not  come,  O  Lord 
To  touch  e'en  but  a  fingle  hair  of  mine, 

'Till  he  receives  the  fanclion  of  thy  word. 

29  O,  make  me  ready  ftill  to  meet  this  foe, 
For  his  incurfion  watchful  let  me  wait; 
So  that,  behind  him  mounted,  1  may  go 
To  endlefs  blifs,  in  the  celeftial  ftate  ! 

30  Let  not  the  toys  of  this  precarious  ftate 

Let  not  God's  juftice  on  the  day  of  doom 

Let  not  the  fear  of  death,  my  zeal  abate, 
Nor  flop  my  flight  to  my  eternal  home. 

31  The  fear  of  death  in  my  faint  heart  allay- 


The  world  let  me  renounce,  and  all  it's  pride- 
Wafh  in  Chrift's  blood  my  filthy  fins  away- 


And,  with  his  righteoulhefs,  my  vices  hide  • 

32  In  all  Chrift's  promifes  let  me  confide, 

Give  me  ftrong  hopes  that  I  the  crown  fhall  gain — 
In  ficknefs  be  my  patience  firmly  try'd, 
And  make  me  long  my  plaudit  to  obtain. 

33  Thy  fpirit  give,  to  calm  my  troubled  breaft, 

And  bid  thy  angels  fence  me  in  around 

Of  all  my  hours,  make  thou  the  laft,  the  beft, 
And,  at  my  death,  let  me  with  joy  be  crown'd. 

34  Let  not  my  foul,  my  fhepherd  Chrift  !  be  loft . 

The  precious  charge  let  not  the  lions  tear . 

For  dear  enough  to  thee  it's  purchafe  coft 1 

The  truft  to  heav'n,  among  thy  angels  bear !; 


Ar. 


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An  Admonition  to  the  Sick  to  call  for  a  Cler- 
gyman and  a  Phyfician,  and  to  fhun  all 
Charms,  &c.  &c. 

i    /\  S  foon  as  thou  art  Tick,  without  delay, 
jfj^  For  fome  good  clergyman  exprefsly  fend, 
Who  may  for  thee  to  thy  Creator  pray, 
And  try  to  fit  thee  for  thy  latter  end. 

2  Chrifl  did  his  holy  miniflers  ordain 
To  be  the  fafe  phyficians  of  the  foul ; 

He  gave  them  med'cines  to  afiuage  each  pain, 
And,  from  each  ail,  to  make  the  fmner  whole. 

3  Thy  fin  unto  the  clergyman  confefs, 

And  he  will  give  thee  falves  that  feldom  fail, 
Such  as  moft  likely  will  enfure  fuccefs, 
According  to  the  nature  of  thy  ail. 

4  Believe  whate'er  the  minifter  declares, 
If  with  the  word  of  God  it  does  agree, 
For  'tis  the  voice  of  Jefus  in  thine  ears, 
Or  to  rebuke,  or  elfe  to  comfort  thee. 

5  Entreat  him  to  addrefs  the'  Almighty  Pow'r 

With  earnefl  pray'r,  that  He  may  make  thee  whole, 
And  once  again  to  perfect  health  reilore 
Or  gracioufly  be  pleas'd  to  take  thy  foul. 

6  God  has  a  promife  made,  to  hear  the  prieft, 

When  he,  according  to  his  office,  prays 

And  certainly  he'll  grant  him  his  requeft, 

If  not  determin'd  to  curtail  thy  days  : 

7  Beg  then  of  him  his  fuccour  to  impart, 
(Left  Satan  fhou'd  a  conqueft  o'er  thee  gain) 
And  eafe  thy  confcience,  and  thy  doubting  heart, 
When  thou,  for  thy  mifdeeds,  art  rack'd  with  pain. 

8  Permit  him  both  to  probe  and  lance  thy  fore 

Permit  his  word  to  harrow-up  thy  mind 

Permit  him  wine  and  oil,  thereon,  to  pour, 
And  with  the  bandage  of  repentance  bind. 

9  Better 


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9  Better  it  is  by  much  thou  fhou'dil  content, 
That  fome  good  prieft  fhou'd  fuch  a  freedom  take. 

That  thou  in  time  mayft  of  thy  fins  repent 

Than  thou  fhou'dft  bear  damnation  for  their  fake. 

10  He  will  to  thee  fome  wholefome  counfel  give, 
How  flings  ofconfcience  may  be  belt  allay'd : 
Thou  comfort  from  his  counfel  fhalt  receive, 
If  thou  in  time  wilt  call  on  him  for  aid. 

1 1  Delay  not  therefore  for  a  prielt  to  fend, 
'Till  thou  art  fure  thou  canft  no  longer  live  -, 
For  then  in  vain  mall  he  thy  call  attend, 
When  none,  on  earth,  can  any  comfort  give. 

12  Ah  me! — how  many  thoufand  Britons  fall, 
And  die,  like  brutal  beaits,  without  a  pray'r  ! 
Becaufe  they  do  not  for  a  paftor  call, 

To  teach  them — how  they  fhou'd  for  death  prepare? 

13  Though  God  is  able  to  preferve  all  thofe, 
Who  have  this  neceffary  work  delay'd  : 
Yet  there  is  no  fmall  reafon  to  fuppofe, 

That  few  are  fave'd,  without  their  paftor's  aid. 

14  Send  for  a  clergyman  without  delay, 
When  ficknefs  does  at  firfl  thy  body  feize, 
Who  by  his  skill  may  purge  thy  fins  away  : 
For  fin's  the  fatal  fource  of  each  difeafe  ! 

15  Next  to  the  Curate for  the  Doctor  fend, 

And  feek  for  aid  from  thy  phyfician's  skill," 
For  God  by  them  does  oft  mankind  befriend, 
And  gives  them  knowledge  to  remove  each  ill. 

16  As  God  himfelf  the  prieflhood  did  ordain, 
To  heal  the  various  evils  of  the  mind  : 
So  from  our  bodies  to  remove  all  pain, 
The  art  of  phyfic  was  at  firfl  defign'd. 

17  Many  a  man  has  thro'  perverfenefs  dic'd, 
Becaufe  he  wou'd  not  a  phyfician  ufe- 


As  if  to  fhorten  his  own  davs  he  trie'd, 
And  to  live  longer  here,  he  did  not  chufe. 


1S  Our 


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1 8  Our  bodies  are  the  houfes  of  the  foul ; 
It  is  the  duty  then  of  ev'ry  man, 

To  fee  thefe  houfes  are  kept  clean  and  whole, 
And  made  to  laft  as  long  as  e'er  they  can. 

19  To  the  phyfician  then,  with  faith,  apply, 
When  thou  art  firft  by  any  illnefs  feiz'd  : 
For  that  blefs'd  art  defcended  from  on  high, 
To  give  relief  and  health  to  the  difeas'd. 

20  For  he,  that  does  the  healing  art  neglect, 
Which  God  ordain'd  the  fons  of  men  to  fave, 
Does  that  blefl  food,  which  nature  gave,  reject, 
And  finks  a  fuicide  into  his  grave. 

2 1  The  fimpleft  herb,  that's  gather'd  in  the  field 

The  vileft  drug,  that  can  on  earth  be  found 

May  perfect  health  and  fpeedy  fuccour  yield, 
And,  if  Godpleafes,  with  fuccefs  be  crown'd. 

22  A  plafter  made  of  figs  (if  from  above 

'Tis  bleitj  may  heal  the  molt  inveterate  fore, 
And  the  moft  common  med'cine  may  remove 
An  ail,  that  yielded  to  no  art  before. 

23  Though  thou  of  balm  and  nectar  were  pofTefs'd — 
Of  the  bezoar  (tone,  or  of  a  flood 

Of  wine  and  oil,  with  myrrh  and  flow'r,  unblefs'd 
By  God — they  ne'er  cou'd  do  thee  any  good. 

24  Yet  do  not  on  the  Doctor's  fkill  rely, 
For  any  med'cine  that  e'er  yet  was  trie'd 
Left  thou,  like  Afa,  fhou'd  be  doom'd  to  die, 
Becaufe  thou  didit  not  in  thy  God  confide. 

25  There  is  no  pow'r  in  any  herb  or  plant 

No  virtue  in  a  falve,  or  draught  remains, 

( If  God  does  not  his  benediction  grant) 
To  cure  our  ails,  or  mitigate  our  pains. 

26  God  often  does  the  meaneft  med'cine  blefs, 
And  drugs,  thro'  Plim,  o'er  maladies  prevail : 
They,  through  his  bleffing,  meet  with  full  fuccefs, 
If  He  with-holds  it,  they're  of  no  avail. 

27  Upon 


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27  Upon  thy  med'cines  do  not  thou  neglect 
The  Godhead's  needful  blefling  to  implore 
The  bell,  without  it,  are  of  no  effect, 

But  will  to  poiibn  change  their  healing  pow'r. 

28  Never  to  conjurers,  or  wizards  fly, 

To  charm,  howe'er  acute,  thy  pains  away  : 
Such  leave  their  own,  and  finfully  apply 
To  Ekron's  god,  their  anguifh  to  allay. 

29  Seek  not  fuch  means,  thy  body's  health  to  mend, 
From  him,  whofe  ftudy  'tis,  thy  foul  to  kill : 
There's  no  phyfician  worfe  than  the  foul  fiend, 
That  ever  can  attend  thee,  when  thou'rt  ill. 

30  All  divination  is  a  mere  deceit . 

A  fnare,  the  Devil  did  himfelf  ordain, 
Each  innocent  and  fimple  foul  to  cheat, 
"Whilft  he  pretends  to  charm  away  his  pain. 

3 1  A  Charmer  's  but  a  factor  for  the  fiend, 
Taught  the  unthinking  vulgar  to  deceive, 
Who  take  much  pains  to  quit  their  real  friend, 
And  to  the  fiend  adulteroufly  cleave. 

32  They  cheat  their  bodies,  and  their  fouls  deftroy, 
They  anger  God,  and  give  the  fiend  delight, 
They  Chrift  renounce,  and  each  celeftial  joy, 
"Who  have  recourie  unto  thofe  arts  of  night. 

33  He  does  the  Devil  for  his  Doctor  crave, 
Whoever  to  a  Conjurer  applies, 

And  fain  the  fiend  wou'd  for  his  paftor  have, 
Who,  to  fuch  folks  for  information  flies. 

34  Truth,    they  expect  from  falfehood's  lying  fire, 
Whoe'er  confult  with  the  divining  train  : 

They  flay  their  fouls,  who  from  fuch  cheats  enquire 
For  charms  to  cure,  or  mitigate  their  pain. 

35  Avoid  a  wizard,  as  thou  wou'dft  the  fiend, 

He  tempts  thee,  but  he  can't  thy  pain  appeafe  : 
Cleave  thou  to  Chrift  unto  thy  latter  end, 
Afk  eafe  of  Him,  and  He  will  give  thee  eafe. 

A  Prayer 


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A  Prayer  for  a   lick  Person  before  He 
takes  Phyflc. 

j     A  Uthor  of  heakh,  who  all  the  plants  that  grow 
_/\  Haft  form'd !  who  haft  the  tyrant  Death  fubdu'd! 
Thy  blefiing  on  this  medicine  beftow, 
Which  thou  haft  with  falubrious  pow'rs  endue' d  ! 

2  Thou  various  herbs  and  drugs  of  ev'ry  kind 
Didft,  for  the  benefit  of  man,  ordain, 
Which  were  at  firft  for  his  relief  defign'd, 
Whene'er  attack'd  by  ficknefs,  and  by  pain. 

-3  I  therefore,  in  obedience  to  thy  will, 
Have  now  recourfe  unto  the  healing  art, 
In  hopes  of  help  from  my  phyfician's  fkill : 
Thy  blefling,  Lord  !   upon  the  means  impart. 

4  I  know  full  well,  no  med'cine  here  below 
Can  my  inveterate  difeafe  fubdue, 

If  thou  doll  not  thy  benifon  beftow 

On  him,  who  gives,  and  him,  who  takes  it  too. 

5  Then  to  thefe  drugs,  O  Lord  !  thy  blefling  give, 
Which  I  this  moment  am  about  to  take, 

That  my  diforder'd  frame  they  may  relieve, 
And  ev'ry  pain  difpel,  and  ev'ry  ache. 

6  The  fimple  figs,  of  old,  at  thy  command 
King  Hezekiah's  dange'rous  ail  reliev'd  : 

Bid  thou,  OLord!  this  med'cine,  out  of  hand, 
Remove  the  malady,  with  which  I'm  griev'd. 

7  Thou  with  the  liver  of  a  filh,  of  yore, 
Didft  heal  old  Tobit's  long-benighted  eyes  : 
Do  thou  to  me  immediate  health  reftore 

By  the  prefcription  that  before  me  lies. 

8  As  thou  impow'red'ft  Jordan's  limpid  wave, 
To  wafh  the  Syrian's  leprofy  away  : 

So  give  this  phyfic  pow'r  my  life  to  fave, 
And  my  di {temper's  fury  to  allav  ■ 

q  As 


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9  As  with  thy  fpittle  only,  thou,  O  Lord  ! 
Of  the  blind  man  a  perfect  cure  didft  make  ; 
So  let  me  be  to  perfect  health  reftor'd 
By  this  fame  dofe,  which  I'm  about  to  take. 

10  With,  or  without  thefe  means  (didltthou  butpleafe^ 
Thou  cou'dft  the  molt  confirm'd  difeafe  fubdue  : 

Thou  haft  the  pow'r,  to  give  me  prefent  eafe 

O,  join  the  will  unto  the  pow'r do  ! 

1 1  But,  if  my  difTolution  thou  haft  wilPd, 
And  to  thy  mercy  fummon'd  me  away, 
O,  may  thy  facred  pleaiure  be  fulfill'd  ! 
With  due  fubmifTion  I  thy  will  obey. 

1 2  Vouch fafe,  O  Lord  !  to  give  me  ftrength  and  grace, 
Vouchfafe  to  give  me  fortitude,   the  while, 

That  I,  with  patience,  my  difeafe  may  face, 
And,  like  a  martyr,  at  it's  tortures  fmile  ! 

13  Give  me  thy  pow'rful  fpirit,  O  my  God  ! 
That,  in  my  weaknefs,  I  may  courage  find 
To  praife  thy  name,  to  bear  thy  crofs  and  rod, 
With  resignation  and  a  willing  mind . 

14  Bid  thou  me  be  prepare'd,  to  be  diffolve'd, 
That  to  thy  kingdom  I  may  quickly  fly, 
And  yield  my  foul  into  thy  hands,  refolve'd 
Ever  to  live  with  thee — tho'  now  I  die. 

1 5  I  know,  O  Lord  !   that  thou  this  dire  difeafe 
Canft,  at  thy  pleafure,  totally  remove — 

Yet,  if  thou  wilt  not  thefe  my  pains  appeafe — 
O  take  my  foul  into  the  joys  above  ! 

Another    on  the   fame   Subjed. 

1  f  1  "SHou  God  of  mercy!   confolation's  Sire! 

X     Thou  author  of  my  health,   my  chief  delight! 
Hear  an  afflicted  iinner's  warm  defire, 
Who  begs  for  aid,  and  favour  in  thy  fight ? 

2  Before 


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2  Before  thine  eyes  my  feve'ral  vices  come, 
With  all  the  errors  of  a  life  mif-fpent : 

So  black  their  hue  !  fo  countlefs  was  their  fum !' 
Thou  therefore  haft  on  me  this  ficknefs  fent. 

3  Had  I  been  juftly  punifh'd  for  each  crime, 
I  merited  a  penance  more  fevere, 

A  forer  ficknefs,  and  a  fhorter  time, 
Nay,  far  acuter  pains  I  ought  to  bear. 

4  My  neck  might  have  been  broke  in  racking  pain, 
And,  for  my  fins,  my  life  brought  to  an  end, 

I  might,  for  them,  have  been  or  drown'd,  or  flain, 
No  time  allow'd  my  morals  to  amend. 

5  Jt  was  thy  love  on  me  this  ficknefs  brought, 
(I  fee  it  now  moft  evidently  clear.) 

To  puni(h  me  for  ev'ry  fecret  fault, 
And  roufe  me  up  to  penitence  fincere. 

6  Thou  doft  not,  Source  of  ev'ry  good !  defire 
That  any  (inner  fhou'd  forever  die, 

But  rather  his  amendment  doft  require, 
That  he  may  live  to  all  eternity. 

7  By  this  my  corpo'ral  fufFerance,  'tis  plain, 
That  I  muft  once  to  death  a  victim  fall, 
And  by  this  pungent  grief,  and  piercing  pain, 
Thou  doft  thy  fervant  to  repentance  call. 

8  Though  thy  difpleafnre  I  fo  much  deferve, 
Do  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  utmoft  pow'r  employ, 
Exert  not  all  thy  wrath  without  referve, 
Chaftife  me,  gracious  God!  but  don't  deftroy. 

9  Thy  fhafts,  O  Lord  !  have  pierc'd  me  to  the  heart, 
My  bones  are  broken,  none  of  them  are  whole, 
My  fpirit  grieves  thro'  the' agonizing  fmart: 
Come,  Lord,  and  whifper  comfort  to  my  foul ! 

10  Thou,  for  my  fins,  haft  dealt  me  many  a  wound, 
And  I've  deferv'd  them  all,  I  muft  confefs : 
Yet  none,  but  thee,  my  Saviour,  can  be  found, 
Who  can  relieve  me  in  my  great  diftrefs. 

n  Thou 


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1 1  Thou  doft  the  /inner  flay,  and  thou  doft  fave, 
Thou  wounded,  and  doft  give  the  med'cine  too, 
Thou  bringeft  to,  thou  faveft  from,  the  grave, 
Thou  mercy  and  correction  both  doft  fhevv. 

12  >Tis  thou,  O  Lord!   that  doft  inflict  difeafe, 
'Tis  thou  alone  canft  give  me  health,  O  Lord! 
And  none  befides  can  give  me  any  eafe, 

Nor  any  comfort  in  my  cafe  afford. 

13  For  thy  great  kindnefs  and  thy  mercy's  fake, 
And  for  the  honour  of  thy  glorious  name, 
Forgive  my  fins,  my  pain  lefs  pungent  make, 
Reicue  my  foul,  fupport  this  feeble  frame. 

14  If  thou  haft  not  fet  bounds  unto  my  age, 

And  mark'd  the  time,   whereon  my  life  muft  ceafe3 
Do  thou,  O  God!   this  racking  pain  afluage, 
And  give  me  fome — tho'  but  a  little,  eafe. 

15  Return,  O  Lord!   my  fainting  heart  to  cheer; 
How  long  fhall  thy  deftroying  anger  burn  ? 
Obfervc  my  woes,  my  plaintive  accents  hear, 
O  heal  me  now,  and  from  thy  fury  turn  ! 

16  During  my  illnefs,  make,  O  Lord!   my  bed, 
My  fackcloth  rend,  and  turn  to  joy  my  grief, 
Dry  up  the  tears,  which  I  fo  long  have  fhed, 
Afluage  my  pain,  and  give  me  iome  relief. 

1 7  Forgive  my  faults,  allay  this  raging  fmart, 
And  lave  me  from  the'  unfathom'd  pit  of  hell, 
That  I  may  worfhip  thee  with  all  my  heart, 
And,  whilft  1  live,  thy  boundlefs  praifes  tell. 

1 8  Who  in  the  grave  thy  glorious  name  fnall  laud  ? 
Or  who  fhall  praife  thee  in  the  realms  of  death  ? 
O  fpare  my  life,  my  ever-gracious  God! 

That  I  may  praife  thee  with  my  lateft  breath, 

1 9  So  fhall  I  chant  thy  glory  and  thy  praife, 
And  ever  in  the  pleafing  tafk  rejoice, 

And  magnify  thy  name,  throughout  my  days, 
For  health  reftore'd,  with  elevated  voice. 

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An  Admonition  to  a  Sick  Perfon,  to 
make  his  will  in  time,  and  to  difpofe  of  his 
Effects  in  the  fear  of  God. 

i  T  F  thou  already  haft  not  made  thy  will, 
i    No  longer  that  important  work  neglect, 
But  fhare  thy  fubftance,  to  thy  utmoftfkill, 
As  Juftice  and  Chriftianity  direct. 

2  That  he  thy  mind  may  with  his  wifdom  guide, 
His  Holy  Spirit  of  thy  God  defire, 

To  teach  thee,  how  thou  may 'ft  thy  wealth  divide,. 
As  is  mod  pleafing  to  thy  heav'nly  Sire. 

3  To  thy  dear  Saviour's  care,  thy  foul  devife, 
Thy  body  to  it's  prifline  duft  commend, 
'Till  from  the  grave  it  mail  in  glory  rife, 
And  to  the  manfions  of  the  juft  afcend. 

4  As  Jacob  did  his  uncle's  fheep,  do  thou 

From  thy  own  goods  thy  neighbour's  keep  a-part ; 
Give  ev'ry  one,  thou  dealeft  with,  his  due, 
And  pay  thy  debts,  e'er  thou  doft  hence  depart. 

5  Infert  not  in  thy  will  a  fmgle  mite, 

Thou  by  opprefilon  or  by  fraud  didft  gain ; 
Left  they,  whom  thou  haft  injur'd  of  their  right, 
Shou'd,  on  the  day  of  doom,  to  God  complain. 

6  Prefume  not — if  thou'dft  fave  thy  foul  alive, 
Unto  thy  children  ill-got  gains  to  grant ; 
To  wantonnefs  they  will  thy  offspring  drive, 
And  bring  them  foon  to  beggary  and  want. 

7  Though  of  three  fteers  alone  thou  art  poflefs'd 
By  right,  amongft  thy  children  to  divide : 

Yet  mall  thofe  few  with  more  increafe  be  blefs'd 
Than  thoufands,  wrongfully  obtain'd,    befide. 

8  The  little  parcel,  which  the  Patriarch  bought, 
Better  than  Toram's  fin-ftain'd  kingdom  throve, 

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And  thofe  few  fheep  which  Jacob  juftly  got, 
Than  all  the  flocks  the  guileful  Laban  drove. 
9  As  Naboth's  vineyard  by  injuftice  gain'd, 
Confume'd  the  whole  that  Ahab  once  pofTeft : 
So  does  the  wealth,  by  wickednefs  obtain  d, 
Corrode,  however  juftly  got,  the  reft. 

10  Whoe'er  is  with  unrighteous  riches  curft, 
He  is  like  Pharaoh's  meagre  kine  of  yore, 
Which  eat  the  fat  ones — yet,  though  almoft  burft, 
They  feem'd  no  fuller  than  they  were  before. 

1 1  Whatever  then  is  juft  and  lawful,  give 
Among  thy  children,  fervants,  and  thy  kin, 
But  dare  not,  if  thou'd'ft  fave  thy  foul  alive, 
Bequeath  to  them,  what  has  been  earn'd  by  fin, 

12  As  God  the  manna  formerly  increas'd, 

Or  as  the  Widow's  meal  in  fubftance  throve, 
Or  as  the  crufe  of  oil,   to  flow  ne'er  ceas'd; 
So  fhall  the  pittance,  juftly  gain'd,  improve. 

1 3  The  better  part  of  what  thou  art  poiTeft, 
To  Ifaac,  thy  true  heir,  be  fure  to  give, 
Then  wifely  portion  out  among  the  reft 
(As  thou  canft  beft  afford)  wherewith  to  live. 

14  Give  to  thy  wife  her  thirds  of  thy  eftate, 

Nor  is  it  right  that  thou  fhou'dft  give  her  lefs ; 
To  give  her  more,  wou'd  but  difputes  create, 
And  bring  perhaps  thy  offspring  to  diftrefs. 

15  Never  thy  fervant  turn  unpaid  away, 
Thy  poor  relation  from  thy  barn  fupply, 
Rob  not  the  needy  lab'rer  of  his  pay: 
Wealth,  by  fuch  ways  acquire'd,  aloud  will  cry. 

16  The  Gofpel  and  the  church  remember  ftill, 

The  fchool,  or  college,  where  thou  waft  maintain'd, 
Thy  native  town,  or  county,  in  thy  will ; 
If  thou  to  pow'r  and  riches  haft  attain'd. 

1 7  If  thou  art  childlefs,  and  canft  ought  beftow, 
If  thou  doft  Chrift,  and  his  religion  love, 

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A  £Free-fchool  in  neglected  Wales  endow, 
Where  youths,  for  want  of  teaching,  can't  improve, 

18  Remember  Jofeph,  that  in  prifon  lies, 
To  Lazarus,  his  daily  dole  allow, 

Give  thy  alms  now,  if  thou  art  truly  wife, 
5Tis  the  laft  gift  perchance  thou  canft  beftow ! 

19  If  to  thy  friends,  thou  fhalt  impart  thy  ftore, 
Thy  children,  or  thy  wife,  'tis  their's  alone, 
But  what  thou  giveft  to  the  truly  poor, 

Is  hoarded  for  thyfelf,  and  all  thy  own. 

20  Return,  whatever  thou  has  fiich'd  away, 

Whom  thou  hail  wrong'd  (far  as  thou  canft)  redrefs; 
E'er  thy  removal  hence,  thy  juft  debts  pay: 
When  once  thou'rt  in,  from  hell,  there's  no  regrefs, 

2 1  The  pan,  the  pot,  the  houfehold  goods  reftore, 
The  houfes,  tenements,  and  ill-earn'd  gains, 
To  them,  to  whom  they  did  belong  before-, 
Left  thou  fhouMft  go  to  everlafting  pains. 

22  Let  not  the  farm  which  thou  haft  force'd  away 
From  thy  poor  neighbour,  fore  againft  the  grain, 
Occafion  thee  to  lofe  the  realms  of  day  : 

Give  him  his  land  and  tenement  again. 

23  Now,  like  Zaccheus,  thou  may'ft  make  amends 
For  all  the'  oppreffive  acts  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
But  it  no  longer  on  thyfelf  depends, 

To  pay  a  mite — when  thou  to  hell  art  thrown. 

24  Agree  with  him,  whom  thou  haft  wrong'd,  in  haftc, 
E'er  thou  art  brought  before  thy  Judge  to  ftand  -, 
Left  thou  fhou'dft  be  to  hell's  deep  dungeon  caft, 
Where  thou  muft  fatisfy  his  whole  demand. 

25  Though  now,  no  more  than  any  Turk  or  Jew, 
Thou  doft  the  Gofpel  of  our  Lord  obey ; 
Yet  this  neglect,  e'er  many  days,  thou'lt  rue, 
And  tear  the  flelh  from  thine  own  arms  away. 

%  This  piece  of  Charity  our  Author  himfelf  performed  at  Landovery, 

tho1  by  the  difhonefty  of  fome  of  his  Succeflor?,    it  took  no  effect at 

leait  not  long.         fcee  his  Life. 

26  How 


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i6  How  many  thoufands  have  to  hell  been  thrown, 
Becaufe  they  did  not,  what  they  Hole,  reftore, 
Who'd  give  the  world,  this  day,  was  it  their  own, 
In  fatisfaction  to  the  injur'dpoor. 

27  Thou  malt  be  pardon'd,  fo  thou  doft  repent, 
Shou'dft  thou  againfl  the  Lord  himielf  tranigrefs  ; 
But  if  thou  fhou'dft  thy  neighbour  circumvent, 
God  ne'er  will  pardon,  'till  he  meets  redrefs  : 

28  But  if  the  perfons,  thou  haft  wrong'd,  are  dead, 
Unto  their  heirs,  what  thou  haft  ftole'n,  reftore, 
Or  fhou'd  they  from  their  native  land  be  fled, 
Then  give  that  portion  to  the  neighb'ring  poor. 

29  Give  not  (what  is  not  thine  indeed  to  give) 
Amongft  thy  heirs,  another  perfonVdue  : 
'Twill  fink  thee  to  the  pit  of  hell,  anddrive 
Thy  beggar'd  offspring  the  bad  act  to  rue. 

30  Give  not  among  thy  children  in  thy  will, 
What  thou  haft  got  by  ufury,  or  wrong, 
Or  any  method  fraudulently  ill  : 

Gains  of  that  fort  endure  but  feldom  long. 

3 1  Obferve  the  griping  ufu'rers  fons  and  heirs, 
Thofe  of  the'  oppreifor,  and  fuccefsful  thief, 
How  each  from  church  to  church  for  pence  repairs. 
And  daily  with  his  wallet  begs  relief ! 

32  Such  fhall  the  fate  of  thine  own  offspring  be ! 
If  thou  amonsrft  them  ill-got  wealth  (halt  fhare  : 
For  God  will  vifit,  as  we  oft  may  fee, 

The  father's  fins  upon  the  haplels  heir. 

2^  Place  then  the  fear  of  God  before  thy  fight, 
When  thou  by  will  thy  fubftance  doft  bequeath, 
Give  unto  each  what  is  his  proper  right, 
And  juftly  fhare  thy  wealth,  before  thy  death. 

34  May  God  thy  heart  in  this  great  work  direct . 

May  God  impow'r  thee  thy  account  to  give 


May  God  thy  mind  from  all  miftakes  protect- 
May  God  preferve  thy  precious  foul  alive.*. 

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A  LETTER  from  Sir  Lewis  Mansel 
of  Margam,  in  Glamorganshire,  as  'tis  fup- 
pos'd,  to  the  Vicar  Prichard. 

TheLETTER. 
Rev.  Sir, 

%  Y?  O  R  many  years  now  paft,  a  dire  difeafe, 
X1     And  dreadful  dizzinefs  affects  my  brain  -9 
So  that  I  can't  \>y  any  means  have  eafe, 
Nor,  O  my  God !  get  riddance  of  my  pain. 

2  I've  often  fought  advice  for  this  difeafe 
From  men  of  practice  and  reputed  fkill ; 
Nay,  I  have  even  crofs'd  the  raging  feas, 
In  hopes  to  find  afliftance  for  this  ill. 

3  But  now  all  temporal  relief  does  fail, 
To  men  of  fenk  and  piety  I  fend, 

O'er  land  and  fea,  concerning  this  odd  ail, 
And  for  advice  on  which  I  may  depend. 

4  I  fain  wou'd  know,  "  Whether  the  gracious  God 
Who  rules  this  world  below,  and  thofe  above, 
Has  chaft'ned  me  with  his  afflictive  rod, 

And  fent  this  ail — in  anger,  or  in  love  ?" 

The  VICAR's  Answer. 

X  \7"OU  tell  me,  worthy  Sir,  that  God  has  fent 
On  you  an  ail,  no  phyfic  can  remove, 
And  that  you  fain  wou'd  find  out  his  intent, 
WThether  He  fent  it,  out  of  wrath,  or  love  ? 

2  I  tell  thee,  then,  thy  fcruples  to  remove, 

As  plain  as  words  can  point  it  out that  God 

Did  not  chaftife  thee  out  of  hate,  but  love, 
When  thou  wert  beaten  with  affliction's  rod. 

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j  'Tis  not  a  foe,  but  an  indulgent  Sire, 
That  treats  thee  thus  with  a  correction  mild, 
And  humbles  the  rebellious  flefh  entire, 
That  He  by  any  means  may  fave  his  child. 

4  Thy  pain  is  but  a  meffenger  of  love 

Which  Chrift  himfelf  in  kindnefs  deign'd  to  fend, 
That  He  thy  patience  and  thy  faith  might  prove, 
And  to  forev/arn  thee  of  thy  latter  end. 

5  Welcome  him  then — come  He,  whene'er  He  will, 
And  bear  thy  trouble  with  a  patient  mind — 
And  thank  thy  gracious  Sire  for  his  good-will, 
And  the  correction  for  thy  good  defign'd. 

6  Thy  prefent  trouble  will  not  hurt  thee  more, 
Than  does  the  purge  that  carries  off  the  bile, 
But  rather  make  thee  fitter  than  before, 

To  reliih  life  and  pleafure  yet  a  while. 

7  No  wine,  unmix'd  with  lees,  was  ever  known 

No  gold,  without  fome  drois,  was  ever  feen 

No  grain,  entirely  clean,  was  ever  fown 

No  man,  but  one,  was  ever  free  from  fin. 

8  To  fan  thy  chaff — to  fine  thy  droffy  part' 
To  draw  thy  dregs thy  morals  to  amend- 


To  tame  thy  Mem and  to  improve  thy  heart- 
It  was,  that  God  did  thy  diforder  fend. 

'Twas  not  to  marr  thee,  but  thy  ways  to  mend- 
5Twas  not  to  give  thee  a  complete  o'erthrow- 


But  toinftruct,   and  guide  thee,  as  a  friend, 
That  the  Almighty  gave  thee  fuch  a  blow. 

io  Old  Adam  fmn'd,  e'en  in  the  earlieft  times- 


Lot  had  his  luffs —and  Noah  drank  too  deep • 

Aaron  and  Moles  too  were  flain'd  with  crimes — 
E'en  Paul  and  Peter  for  their  fins  might  weep. 

1 1  Be  thou  afiure'd  by  me,  moil  worthy  Knight ! 
(Although  thy  life  is  virtuous  in  the  main) 
Thy  converfation  is  not  faultlefs  quite  ; 
However  great  thy  parts,  thou'rt  ftill  a  man. 

Z  4  12  It 


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12  It  makes  thee  caft  each  worldly  thought  afide- 
It  makes  thee  ftrive  each  virtue  to  obtain- 


It  makes  thee  fpurn  the  world,  and  all  it's  pride, 
To  follow  Chrifl  with  all  thy  might  and  main. 

1 3  O  therefore  praife  thy  Father,  that's  above, 
For  his  inflrudlions  and  paternal  care, 
Who  makes  thee,  out  of  his  abundant  love, 
Thus  in  his  righteoufnefs  receive  a  fhare  ! 

14  God  punifhes  the  children  of  his  love, 
His  greateil  fav'rites  ofte'nefl  feel  the  rod, 

Left  they  fhou'd  'mongfl  ungracious  worldlings  rove, 
And  be  rebellious  to  the  will  of  God. 

15  God  fcourges  mod,  whom  he  does  moil  refpect, 
And  his  own  children  lays  the  hardefl  on  •, 

The  man  whom  he  does  not  for  fin  correct, 
Muft  be  a  baflard,  not  a  lawful  fon. 

1 6  No  wheat,  'till  winnow'd,  free  from  chaff  is  known, 
No  unbleach'd  cambrick,  is  for  whitenefs  priz'd, — 
Nq  gold  is  pure,  'till  it  is  melted  down 

No  Chriflian  good— — 'till  he  has  been  chafliz'd. 

17  The  frankincenfe  will  yield  no  fmell,   'till  li't 

The  grape  no  wine,  'till  in  the  vintage  trod 

The  flint,  'till  flruck,  no  fire  will  e'er  emit 

The  man  no  fruit,  'till  he  has  felt  the  rod. 

18  Cloves  will,  when  pounded,  give  a  flronger  fcent — 
Vines  will,  by  cutting,  more  luxuriant  rove 

The  palm  will  grow  the  more,  for  being  bent 

The  man  will,  for  correction,  better  prove. 

j 9  The  more  the  fragrant  chamomile  is  prefs'd, 
The  more  it  fcatters  it's  perfumes  abroad- 


The  more  a  Chriflian  is  on  earth  diftrefs'd, 
The  more  his  faith,  the  more  his  fear  of  God. 

20  Remember  thou  that  the  Almighty  Pow'r 
Does,  for  thy  benefit  alone,  give  pain. 
The  pain  perhaps  may  not  endure  an  hour, 
But,  for  a  whole  eternity,  the  gain. 

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2 1  Defpair  not  then,  when  by  thy  ail  thou'rt  feize'd, 
Thy  life  is  in  thy  great  Creator's  hand, 

"Who  can  reftore  thy  health,  whene'er  he's  pleafe'd, 
And  give  thee  eafe — if  thou  wilt  eafe  demand. 

22  Take  comfort,  elevate  thy  drooping  heart, 
Be  full  of  faith,  thyfelf  a  man  approve  ; 

Chrift  foon  will  come,  and  his  blefs'd  aid  impart, 
He'll  lbothe  thy  pains,  and  thy  difeafe  remove. 

23  The  Hand,  that  fell'd,  can  lift  thee  up  again, 
The  fpear,  that  gave  the  fore,  can  heal  the  fore ; 
And  He,  who  fent  thy  pain,  can  eafe  thy  pain, 
And  to  thee  health,  he  took  away,  reftore. 

24  Cry  out  for  help  to  the  celeftial  Pow'r, 
He  is  thy  Father,  and  will  hear  thy  cry, 

His  help  he'll  give,  if  thou'lt  his  help  implore  ; 
Beg  it  with  fervor,  and  he  can't  deny. 

25  Whate'er  the  nature  is  of  thy  difeafe, 

He  can  give  eafe,  he  perfect  health  can  give  •, 
Pray  then  for  eafe,  and  he  will  give  thee  eafe  ; 
Confide  in  him,  and  he  will  ne'er  deceive. 

26  If  he  fhou'd  not,  juft  at  thy  wifh,  remove, 
Suffer  with  patience  yet  a-while,  the  load  : 
When  for  thy  foul  'tis  belt,  thou  foon  fhalt  prove 
The  pow'rful  aid  of  thy  indulgent  God. 

27  No  longer  fhalt  thou  be  attack'd  by  pain, 
Nor  mall  it  to  a  greater  height  increafe, 
Than  God  thinks  proper,  for  thy  body's  gain, 
And  for  thy  precious  foul's  eternal  peace.  ■ . 

28  Thy  forrows  only  for  a  while  endure, 

Long  pleafure  mall  fucceed  the  moment's  pain ; 
Be  patient  therefore,  'till  thou  haft  a  cure, 
And  many  years  thou  may'ft  enjoy  again. 

29  May  he,  who  kindly  ftrength'ned  Job,  to  be 
In  his  unequall'd  fuff'rings  lb  refign'd, 
With  his  celeftial  Spirit  ftrengthen  thee, 

To  bear  thy  ficknefs  with  a  patient  mind. 

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go  May  he,  who  fent  an  angel  from  above 

To  foothe,  near  Cedron's  ftream,  his  Son's  diftrefs, 

Another  fend,  out  of  Ms  wondrous  love, 

To  comfort  tiiee,  and  make  thy  fufPrings  lefs. 

3 1  Thou  didft  in  health  a  good  example  fhow, 
How  we  may  lead  lives  good  and  pious  here  ; 
Give  us  the  like  again,  to  teach  us  how 

We  may,  with  refignation,  ficknefs  bear. 

32  Permit,  thy  gracious  Sire,  thy  wounds  to  drefs, 
Permit  him  from  thy  flefh,  the  thorn  to  pluck, 
Permit  him,  the  foul  matter  to  exprefs, 

To  cleanfe  the  fore,  and  thence  the  poifon  fuck. 

^   Permit  thy  Saviour  to  extract  the  fling — 
The  ferpent's  deadly  fling,  that  galls  thy  heel, 
Left  to  thy  heart  the  venom  thence  fhou'd  fpring, 
And  thy  poor  foul  the  fmart  forever  feeL 

34  God  does  for  thee  a  mighty  care  exprefs, 

And  better  thou  fhou'dft  bear,  than  mofl,  the  pain: 
He  purges  thee,  at  prefent,  through  diftrefs, 
That  thou  may'ft  everlafting  health  obtain. 

35  God  makes  thee  fit,  whilft  thou  on  earth  doft  ftayy 
Thy  part  in  the  celeftial  fcenes  to  bear  5 

He  cleanfes  all  the  filthinefs  away, 

"Which  might,  'twixt  thee  and  heaven,  interfere. 

36  Thou  art  a  ftone,  for  facred  works  defign'd, 
Thou  muft  be  pare'd  by  God's  own  hammer,  clean, 
Thou  muft  be  rule'd,  and  levell'd  to  his  mind, 

If  thou  in  heaven  to  refide  doft  mean. 

37  Thou  art,  as  corn,  intended  for  the  Lord, 

And  muft  be  foundry  thrafh'd,  whilft  thou  art  here  ; 
Thy  chaff  too  muft  be  clear'd,  e'er  at  the  board 
Of  Chrift  above,  'tis  fit  thou  fhou'dft  appear. 

38  Much  fweetnefs,  for  the  time  already  paft, 

Thou  haft  receivd,  e'er  firft  thou  drew'ft  thy  breath, 
Of  bitternefs  thou  muft  fome  portion  tafte 
Again,  like  thy  Redeemer,  e'er  thy  death. 

39  Take 


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59  Take  thou  a  fip  of  that  imbitter'd  cup 

Which  Chrift,  before  thee,  to  the  water  quaffc; 
Our  bleffed  Mailer  freely  drank  it  up  ; 
And  muft  not  each  difciple  take  a  draught  ? 

40  Remember  thou,  that  Chrift  did  undergo, 
For  our  tranfgreffions  here,  much  greater  pain, 
A  greater  weight  of  agony,  and  woe  : 

Let  us  a  little,  in  our  turn,  fuftain. 

41  Reflect  that  there  is  fcarce  a  faint  above, 
Though  now  imparadife'd  amongft  the  bleft, 
Who  did  not  a  much  greater  fuff'rer  prove : 
And  thou  muft  fuffer  too,  like  all  the  reft. 

42  Abel,  was  murder'd  by  his  brother  Cain, 
Jofeph,  was  fold  to  Egypt  for  a  (lave, 
Ifaiah,  with  a  wooden  faw  was  (lain, 

E'er  they  were  fuffer'd  feats  in  heav'n  to  have. 

43  Saint  Stephen  by  the  Jews  was  ftone'd  to  death, 
Saint  Lawrence  broil'd  alive  in  dreadful  pain, 
Saint  James  was,  by  afpear,  deprrve'd  of  breath, 
E'er  they  were  fuffer'd  heaven  to  obtain. 

44  Saint  Peter  was,  unto  a  crofs,  made  fail, 
Saint  Bart'lomew  was  foully  flay'd  alive, 
Saint  John  was  to  a  boiling  caldron  caft, 
E'er  they  to  God  were  fuffer'd  to  arrive. 

45  There  never  was  a  man,  whofojourn'd  here, 
And  to  the  faith  of  Jefus  gave  affent, 

But  did  fome  evil  or  chaftifement  bear, 
Before  he  to  the  joys  of  heaven  went. 

46  From  Egypt  none  to  Canaan  found  the  road, 

But  through  the  fea,  or  through  the  mount  of  fire  ;*  i 
No  man  in  heaven  ever  made  abode, 
Who  did  not  to  the  narrow  gate  afpire. 

47  The  crofs  thou  for  a  certainty  muft  bear, 
E'er  thou  the  crown  triumphal  canft  obtain: 
In  all  my  days;  I  never  yet  did  hear 

That  one  the  crown,  without  the  crofs,  cou'd  gain. 

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48  Like  a  good  foldier,  bear  about  thy  crofs, 
And  thou  fhak  doubtlefsly  the  crown  obtain : 
With  Jefus  fufFer  ev'ry  pain  and  lofs, 

And  thou  fhalt  afterwards  with  Jefus  reign. 

49  Expect  not  heaven,  whilft  thou'rt  here  below, 
Expect  not  happinefs,  whilft  yet  alive, 
Expect  not,  never-ceafing  health  to  know, 
Until  to  paradife  thou  fhalt  arrive. 

50  No  fweet,  without  a  bitter,  e'er  was  known, 
No1  perfect  joy,  without  a  dafh  of  woe, 
Without  the  crofs,  none  e'er  receiv'd  the  crown, 
Without  fome  grief,  none  e'er  to  blifs  did  go. 

5 1  No  Patriarch,  Prophet,  Martyr,  ever  yet, 
No,  nor  Apoitle,  was  allow'd  to  go 

From  this  our  globe,  before  he  paid  this  debt — 
Not  even  Chrift,  before'  he  fiiffer'd  woe. 

52  "Then  do  not  you,  dear  Sir,  expect  to  find, 
What  none  on  earth  did  ever  find  before  -9 
Jilit  labour  all  you  can,  with  patient  mind, 
To  bear  the  load  your  bleffed  Saviour  bore. 

$%  Remember  Chrift  endure'd  a  thoufand  times 
More  pain,  than  thou  doft  at  the  preient  bear, 
That  on  the  crofs  he  fufFer'd  for  thy  crimes ; 
And  thou'lt  forget  thy  pains,  howe'er  fevere. 

54  Believe  me  therefore — it  was  out  of  love, 
That  Chrift  did  thee  with  this  difeafe  correct, 
And  that  thou  mighteft,  to  conviction,  prove 
Thereby,  that  thou  art  one  of  his  elect. 

55  Remember  thou  that  ev'ry  thing  is  found 
To  turn  out  to  the  true  believer's  gain, 

Each  crofs  and  lofs,  and  ev'ry  fmarting  wound, 
His  adverfe  ftate,  and  agonizing  pain. 

56  Remember  likewife  (till,  whilft  thou  haft  breath, 
That  nothing  can  the  faithful  foul  remove, 
Nor  lofs,  nor  crofs,  nor  the  grim  tyrant,  Death, 
From  his  Creator's,  and  his  Saviour's  love. 

57  May 


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57  May  He,  who  rais'd  his  friend  with  mighty  pow'r 
To  perfect  health,  from  his  fepulchral  cell, 
Thee  alfo  to  thy  former  health  reftore, 

And,  from  thy  bed  of  ficknefs,  make  thee  well. 

58  May  He,  whofpare'd  the  faithful  patriarch's  heir, 
On  Moriah's  top  from  the  up-lifted  knife, 

With  fimilar  indulgence  kindly  fpare, 
Yet  many  years,   thy  valuable  life. 

59  May  He,  who  formerly  his  prophet  fent 
To  heal  the  pious  Hezekiah's  fore, 
Now  fend  an  angel  with  the  fame  intent, 
Who  may  Sir  Lewis  Manfel's  health  reftore  ! 

Reasons    to    perfuade    the    Sick    to   be 

patient. 

1  1P\  I  D  it  not  anfwer  fome  benign  intent 

1  J  To  mortify  the  flefh,  and  mend  the  mind, 
The  Sire  of  mercies  never  wou'd  have  fent 
Difeafe,  on  any  of  our  favour'd  kind. 

2  God,  doubtlefs,  faw  the  danger  of  thy  foul 
O'erwhelm'd  with  fins  of  an  enormous  fize, 
And  that  He  ne'er  cou'd  have  preferv'd  it  whole, 
Did  He  not  by  difeafe  thofe  fins  chaftize. 

3  Had  it  not  been  for  that  imbitter'd  bowl, 
Which  the  inveterate  difeafe  o'ercame, 
Thy  unrepentant,  unforgiven  foul 

Muft  have  been  doom'd  to  everlafting  flame. 

4  By  corp'ral  fmart  and  agonizing  pain, 

God  faves  the  foul,  and  to  it's  Saviour  leads  •, 
Where  flowing  blifs  and  endlefs  joys  remain 
For  him,  who  reformation's  footfteps  treads. 

5  Through  ficknefs,  'tis  that  God  impels  the  heart, 
The  iacred  aid  of  Jefus  to  defne, 

And  gives  falvation  to  the  nobler  part, 
Left  it  fhou'd  go  to  hell's  tremendous  fire. 

6  By 


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6  By  fome  fhort  tranfient  fits  He  oft  reftraira 
The  fons  of  men  frorri  everlafting  dole, 
And  by  inflicting  on  them  grievous  pains, 
He  mortifies  the  flefh,  to  fave  the  foul. 

7  Not  only  pain,  but  punifhment  fevere* 
Thy  fins  have  merited,  and  vengeance  dire  : 
Thy  ficknefs  then  with  refignation  bear ; 
Since  it,  in  love,  was  fent  thee  by  thy  Sire. 

8  Thy  neck,  for  thy  bad  life,  He  might  have  bow'd, 
And  hurPd  thee  headlong  to  the  abyfs  of  hell, 
(Not  the  lean:  time  for  penitence  allow'd!) 
Amongft  the  damn'd  in  penal  fire  to  dwell. 

9  Then  thank  him  for  the  terrors  He  employ'd, 
And  the  correction  He  fo  kindly  fent  : 
Since  He  might  utterly  have  thee  deftroy'd, 
Or  in  Gehenna's  gloomy  prifon  pent. 

10  Had  God  fo  wilPd,  thou  mightefl  have  been  feize'd 
And  fore  tormented,  at  the  foe's  command  ; 
Whereas  He  now  moft  gracioufly  is  pleafe'd, 

To  punifh  thee  with  a  paternal  hand. 

1 1  The  Lord  does  not  chaftize  thee — like  a  foe, 
Who  joys  to  fee  his  enemy  undone, 

But  with  mbft  mild  indulgence  treats  thee  fo, 
As  a  fond  fire  wou'd  treat  a  fav'rite  fon. 
j[2  Though  thou  art  roughly-handled  by  thy  God, 
Yet  ftill  the  humbled  penitent  he  loves ; 
Each  gentle  ftroke  of  his  correcting  rod, 
An  antidote,  or  healing  plafter,  proves. 

13  Thy  God,  whofe  goodnefs  none  can  e'er  exprefs, 
And  thy  celeflial  Sire,  fo  wifely-kind  ! 

Will  not  inflict  difeafes,  or  diftrefs, 
Which  are  not  wholly  for  thy  good  defignd. 

14  God  does  thy  pain,  thy  frame,  thy  pow'rs  of  mind, 
Thy  temper,  and  thy  conftitution  know : 

A  crofs,  that  fuits  thy  nature,  thou  fhalt  find  ; 
No  load,  above  thy  ftrength,  He'll  on  thee  throw. 

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15  Tho'  aloes  is  full  bitter  to  the  tafte, 

Yet  many'  a  man  has  it  preferv'd  from  death ; 
So,  though  all  ails  are  grievous,  while  they  laft, 
Yet  oft  they  keep  us  from  the  pit  beneath. 

16  Some  thoufands  now  in  fell  Gehenna  groan, 
Who  wou'd  endure  a  greater  load  of  pain, 

And  there  for  years  unnumber'd  make  their  moan, 
Cou'd  they,  then,  hope  redemption  to  obtain. 

17  It  is  a  certain  token  of  God's  love, 

By  fome  difeafe  to  feel  his  weighty  hand, 
Which  may  prepare  us  for  the  realms  above, 
E'er  we  before  his  dread  tribunal  ftand. 

1 8  Difeafe  is  but  a  whip,  to  fcourge  defign'd, 
Not  a  fharp  fword,  ordain'd  to  murder  thee, 
'Tis  a  keen  goad,  to  wake  the  torpid  mind, 
And  not  an  ax,  to  fell  the  growing  tree. 

19  It  is  a  flail,  thy  chaffy  corn  to  threfh, 

A  fan,  to  purge  the  floor,  thou  didft  neglect, 
A  furnace  'tis,  to  purify  thy  flefh, 
An  iron  rod  thy  errors  to  correct, 

20  Honey  is  not,  for  a  full  ftomach,  good, 
Nor,  for  ungodly  men,  a  profp'rous  way, 
Wine,  for  the  fev'rilh,  is  no  proper  food, 
Nor  is  health  good,  for  thofe  that  difobey. 

2 1  Thou  haft  not  near  fo  great  a  mare  of  pain, 
As  many  of  thy  brethren  have  endnre'd, 
Who  now  in  the  celeftial  feats  remain, 

The  former  pafs'd,  from  future  woes  fecure'd. 

22  Poor  Lazarus  endure'd  more  pungent  woe, 
And  Job  with  heavier  troubles  was  oppreft, 
(E'en  Chrift  himfelf  did  greater  undergo) 
But  they  in  endleis  blifs  at  prefent  reft. 

23  If  thou'lt  be  therefore  patient  in  diftrefs, 
God  will  indulge  thee  this  peculiar  grace  : 

"  He'll  either  make  thy  pains  and  troubles  leis, 
^c  Or  elie  receive  thee  to  his  holy  place." 

A  com- 


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A  comfortable  Conference  between  a 
pious  fickMan  and  his  Soul,  againft  the  Fear 
of  Death. 

1  1\  /f^~  G0Ward  f°u^  wnv  dofl  tnou  dread 
Jl V X  To  thy  Redeemer  Chrifl  to  go, 
Who  his  heart'?  blood  fo  freely  fhed, 

To  fave  thee  from  the  infulting;  foe  ? 

2  Why  dofl  thou  fear  to  try  that  coafl, 
Where  Chrift  in  endlefs  blifs  refides 
With  the  great  Sire,  and  th'  Holy  Ghoft, 
And  all  the  glorious  faints  befides  ? 

3  My  Saviour,  my  Redeemer's  gone 
Before  me  to  that  facred  place. 
Lord,  draw  thy  member  to  thy  throne, 
And  quicken  thou  my  ling'ring  pace  ! 

4  Cheer  up  thy  fpirits — raife  thy  head — 
Why  wilt  thou  live  in  fo  much  fear  ? 
Behold  thy  Saviours  bloody  bed, 
There,  now  is  nothing  frightful  there. 

5  See,  O  my  foul,  thy  Saviour  come ! 
Thy  Guardian,  thy  Protector  fee  ! 
See  there  thy  pardon  !  fee  thy  home! 
See  there  the  joys  prepare'd  for  thee ! 

6  Look  not  at  fin,  avert  thy  head 

Lo  !  for  thy  fins  the  Lambkin  bleeds  ! 
Thy  aweful  Judge's  looks  ne'er  dread, 
Thy  caufe  his  darling  Jefus  pleads. 

7  Fear  not  the  jaundice-vifage'd  king, 
Death  can  do  nothing,  but  remove 
(Since  Chrifl  has  pluck'd  away  his  fling) 
Thee  hence,  unto  the  realms  above. 

8  Boldly  the  fiend's  aflaults  defpife, 
Since  angels  night  and  day  attend, 
And  Chrifl,  the  Lamb  with  feven  eyes, 
Thv  foul  each  moment  to  defend. 

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9  The  gloomy  grave  no  longer  dread, 
Where  Jefus,  thy  Redeemer,  lay, 
Who  warm'd  for  all  that  clay-cold  bed, 
Until  their  refurrection-day. 

10  The  pains  of  hell  no  longer  mind, 
'Tis  Chrift,  that  keeps  the  key  of  fate; 
'Tis  Chrift,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Of  death  and  hell,  who  guards  the  gate. 

1 1  Cheer  up  thy  fpirits,  raife  thy  head, 
Why  wilt  thou  live  in  fo  much  fear  ? 
Behold  thy  Saviour's  bloody  bed, 
There  now  is  nothing  frightful  there  ! 

12  Take  comfort,  rear  thy  downcaft  eyes, 
Above  this  earthly  ball  alpire, 
Obferve  the  heavens,  Jefus' prize! 

The  heav'ns,  of  which  he  made  thee  heir! 

13  See  there  thy  throne!  fee  there  thy  crown! 
Thy  palm  weave'd  wreath!  thy  whitearray! 
(Which  Jefus  bought  and  made  thy  own) 
Above  in  the  bright  realms  of  day. 

14  See  Chrift,  and  all  the'  angelic  quire 

See  all  the  faints,  and  juft,  above 

Who  long  to  fee  thy  foul  afpire, 

And  fold  thee  in  their  arms  of  love. 

15  Prepare  thy  lyre,  thy  viol  bring- 


Prepare  thy  hymns  and  facred  lays, 

That  thou  above  may'it  boldly  fing 

A  ftrain,  to  thy  Redeemer's  praife. 

1 6  Then  for  thy  diffolution  cry, 

And  beg  to  go  to  Chrift,  thy  fpoufe, 
That  thou  may'ft  mount  above  the  Iky. 
Releas'd  from  this  vile  prifon-houfe  : 

1  7  Where  God,  and  all  the'  angelic  train,, 
The  Son,  and  ev'ry  faint  of  His, 
Where  his  Apoftles  with  him  reign 
In  honour,  jov,  and  endlefs  bl: 

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1 8  Where,  there's  no  ficknefs,  grief,  or  pain, 
Where,  there's  no  forrow  nor  annoy, 
Where  neither  Death  nor  fadnefs  reign, 
But  everlafting  blifs  and  joy. 

19  Long  then  with  rapid  flight  to  move 
To  the  bright  manfions  of  the  bled, 
Where  thy  Redeemer  dwells  above, 
And  has  prepare'd  his  nuptial  feaft. 

20  But,  O!   take  proper  care  to  wear 
Thy  gorgeous  jewels  on  thy  breafl, 
That  thou  before  him  may'ft  appear 
In  all  thy  bridal  fine'ry  dreft. 

2 1  In  David's  well,  or  the  Lamb's  gore, 
In  tears  of  real  penitence, 

Cleanfe  all  thy  filth,  and  warn  thee  o'er. 
In  peace,  true  faith,  and  innocence. 

2  2  Fill  thou  thy  lamp  with  oil,  and  light 
Thy  candle,  to  avoid  furprize, 
Wake,  watch,  and  pray,  the  live-long  night, 
And,  'till  Chrifl  comes,  ne'er  clofe  thine  eyes. 

2  3  Awake,  expect  with  fleeplefs  eye 

The  hour,  wherein  thy  fpoufe  will  come, 
And,  like  the  hart,  ne'er  ceafe  to  cry, 
'Till  Chrifl  has  made  thy  breafl  his  home# 

24  Say  unto  him—"  5Tis  time  to  move," 
Say — "  Come,  O  Lord,  in  hafle  to  me  !" 
Say — "  Come,  O  Chrifl,  my  only  love ! 

"  O  come,  and  draw  my  foul  to  thee!" 

25  Into  thy  hand  with  pleafing  thought 
My  foul,  O  gracious  Lord  !    I  give : 
For,  with  a  price,  thou  haft  me  bought  •, 
Then  to  tty  mercy  me  receive  ! 


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Another  Conference  between  the  de- 
vout Sick  Man,  and  his  Soul. 

i  Alt  ELL  me,  my  foul,  and  in  good  earned  tell, 
Why  doll  thou  feem  afraid  to  Chrift  to  go, 
With  him  and  his  celeftial  holt  to  dwell, 
From  this  vile  Vale  of  mifery  and  woe  ? 

2  'Tis  hard  that  thou  art  force'd  to  leave  thy  wife, 
Thy  children,  family,  and  focial  train, 

Lands,  houfes,  cattle,  goods,  here  in  this  life, 
Never  to  have  a  light  of  them  again. 

3  Howe'er  take  comfort,  for  thou  malt  above 
Much  greater  wealth,  and  richer  treaiures  boaft, 
Thou  firmer  friends  and  comrades  there  Ihalt  prove, 
In  Jefus  Chrift,  and  his  angelic  hod: 

4  And  if  thy  Children  lhall  the'  Almighty  fear, 
And  all  their  days  in  righteoufnefs  employ, 
Thou  malt  thyfelf  again  behold  them  there, 
In  endlefs  glory,  and  in  endlefs  joy. 

5  Inftead  of  friends  and  comrades,  thou  above 
Shalt  have  the  faints  and  the  feraphic  train, 
To  treat  thee  with  the  moll  endearing  love; 
Thy  children  too  mail  pleafe  thee,  there,  again, 

6  Thy  wife,  thy  children,  and  thy  family, 
Leave  thou  to  God — and  on  his  aid  depend, 
Who  plainly  has  profefs'd  himfelf  to  be 

The  Orphan's  father,  and  the  Widow's  friend. 

7  Prize  not  thy  riches,  nor  thy  paltry  (lore, 
With  greater  wealth  thou  malt  above  be  blefs'd, 
Than  Alexander  ever  own'd — nay,  more 
Than  any  conqueror  on  earth  poffefs'd. 

3  Ne'er  mind  thy  houfe,  though  it  a  palace  were, 
In  heav'n,  each  houfe  is  built  by  art  divine, 
The  walls  are  made  of  pearl  and  topaz,  there, 
And  brighter  than  the  cleared  mirror  fhine. 

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9  Thy  orchards,  fields,  and  vineyards  never  mind ; 
Terreftrial  riches  ne'er  too-highly  prize, 
Thou  richer  lands,  and  finer  fruits  fhalt  find, 
And  gardens  much  more  fair  in  paradife. 

10  On  gold  andfilverlay  noflrefs  at  all, 

For  gold  in  heav'n  is  ftrew'd  beneath  thy  feet, 
There  pearls  and  gems  erect  each  gorgeous  wall, 
And  golden  ingots  pave  each  glitte'ring  ilreet. 

1 1  Make  no  account  of  office,  or  of  trade, 
In  heaven  various  offices  are  found, 

The  meanefl,  there,  God's  minifler  is  made, 
The  meanefl,  there,  a  mighty  king  is  crown'd. 

1 2  Mind  not  gay  ornaments,  nor  veflments  fine, 
In  paradife  their  garments  all  are  white, 

Thy  own  fhall  there  with  dazzling  luflre  fhine, 
Than  the  meridian  fun  itfelf  more  bright. 

1 3  Of  meat,  which  leaves  thee  hungry,  never  think, 
The  tree  of  Life  itfelf  in  Eden  grows, 

Manna's  their  food — the  fount  of  Life,  their  drink, 
And  there  no  end  the'  eternal  banquet  knows. 

14  Make  no  account  of  mufic's  pleafing  found,    , 
Such  pleafures  oft  are  clofe-purfue'd  by  pain  \ 

True  joys  in  paradife  alone  are  found 

Such  joys  as  to  eternity  remain. 

15  For  any  thing  thou  now  enjoy'ft,  ne'er  care, 
But  with  the  utmoft  application  fbrive, 
Thyfelf,  for  thy  removal,  to  prepare, 

That  thou  in  endlefs  joys  with  Chrift  may'fl  live : 

16  Where  more  true  eafe,  and  pleafures  more  refin'd, 
For  thy  acceptance  are  long  fince  prepare'd, 
Than  can  be  wifh'd  by  the  moll  craving  mind, 
Or  by  the  mofl  loquacious  tongue  declare'd. 

17  Go  therefore,  and  to  Chrift  with  pleafure  cleave  — 
To  Chrift,  thy  Chief,  thy  Lord  and  Mailer  too : 
The  world,  and  all  its  low  enjoyments  leave, 
Thy  parents  dear— that  thou  to  Chrift  may'fl  go. 

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1 8  Inflead  of  the  precarious  things  below, 
Which  he  has  only  lent  thee  at  the  belt, 

Thou  fhalt  have  goods  which  (hall  no  change  e'er  know, 
To  be  by  thee  eternally  poflelt. 

19  Thou  fhalt,  without  diibrder,  health  enjoy, 
Thou  fhalt,  without  anxiety,  haveeale, 
Thou  fhalt  have  happinefs,  without  annoy, 
Thou  fhalt,  without  allay,  have  perfect  peace. 

20  No  wound,  no  woe,  no  pain,  fhall  vex  thee  there, 
No  hunger,  thirft,  nor  trouble,  fhalt  thou  know, 
No  grief,  no  loud  lament,  no  figh,  no  tear, 
Shall  ever  plague  thee  more — nor  any  foe  : 

2  1   But  thou  fhalt  live  with  endlefs  pleafure  crown'd, 
And  of  eternal  happinefs  poffefs'd, 
With  myriads  of  his  angels  guarded  round, 
To  praife  thy  gracious  God  among  the  blefs'd. 

22   There  fhalt  thou  fit  upon  a  fplendid  feat, 
The  praifes  of  the  blefTed  Lamb  to  fing, 
And  high-voice'd  Hallelujahs  to  repeat, 
Unto  thy  merciful  and  glorious  King. 

2  3  Who  woifd  not  now  the  world  and  all  it's  woe, 
And  all  it's  riches,   quit — that  he  might  cleave 
To  his  Redeemer,  and  to  heaven  go; 
Provided  that  the'  Almighty  gave  him  leave  ? 

24  Thine  eyes,  may  thy  Creator  open  wide, 
The  kingdom  of  thy  guardian  Ch rift  to  fee, 
May  God  his  Spirit  give,  thy  fteps  to  guide, 
Prepare  thyfclf  for  fuch  felicity. 

A  Short  Differtation  againft  the  fear  of 
Death,  and  concerning  the  Benefit  that  accrues 
from  a  righteous  Death. 

1     A   Las!  that  man  did  thoroughly  but  know, 
±\.  What  gifts  from  Death  unto  the  godly  flow! 
He  ne'er  wou'd  dread  his  prefence,  but  rejoice, 
And  for  his  coming  cry  with  earneft  voice  ! 

A  a   .;  2  Death 


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2  Death  puts  an  end  to  all  this  motley  fcene, 
Our  miferies,  and  ev'ry  act  unclean, 

And  fleers  the  faints,  through  a  tempeftuous  fea, 
Unto  the  haven,  where  they  wifh  to  be. 

3  Death,  after  all  our  troubles  makes  our  beds, 
That  we  thereon  may  lay  our  weary'd  heads, 
And  gives  us  eafe  and  happinefs  at  laft, 
When  all  our  ftraits  and  grievances  are  pad. 

4  Death  buries  all  our  errors  in  the  grave, 
Ev'ry  diforder,  ev'ry  pain  we  have, 

So  that  no  fort  of  error,  or  difeafe, 

Shall  any  more  our  minds  and  bodies  feize. 

5  Death  often  takes  the  pious  foul  away, 
Left  he  (hou'd  live  until  the  fatal  day, 
When  woes  fhall  overwhelm  his  native  place, 
And  dire  calamities  attack  his  race. 

6  Death  fnatches  off  the  fimple,  from  among 
The  dang'rous  converfe  of  the  finful  throng, 

Left  they  to  vice  fhou'd  prompt,  and  fpur  them  on, 
To  do  the  things  they  ought  not  to  have  done. 

7  Death  will  the  righteous  of  the  rags  diveft 

The  filthy  rags,  wherein  they  here  were  dreft, 
And  clothe  them  in  a  vefture  loofe  and  gay, 
Salvation's  robes,  and  ever- bright  array  | 

8  Death  fets  at  liberty  the  joyous  foul 

From  a  clofe  dungeon,  dreary,  dark,  and  foul, 
That  it  may  fee  the  Godhead's  glorious  light, 
And  worfhip  him,  in  holinefs,  aright. 

9  Death  does  the  foul  of  man  at  once  unbind 
From  the  vile  clay,  to  which  it  here  is  join'd, 
And  in  a  moment  does  to  Chrift  unite, 
Her  lovely  confort  in  the  realms  of  light. 

io  Death  does  the  juft  to  the  bright  feats  above, 
Amongft  the  angels  of  the  Lord  remove, 
From  this  old  houfe,  whofe  fhatter'd  roof  we  dread, 
Left  it  fhou'd  fall  each  moment  on  our  head. 

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1 1  Deatli  leads  them  out  of  Sodom's  fatal  plain, 
To  the  hill  country,  from  the  fie'ry  rain, 
And  brings  the  pious  (from  all  terrors  free) 
From  Egypt,  to  the  land  of  liberty. 

12  Death,  from  this  world  the  fouls  of  men  conveys, 
That  round  their  brows  with  ever-beaming  rays 
The  crown  may  ihine,  which,  thro'  much  pain  and  woe, 
Chrift  bought  for  all,  who  ferve  him  well  below. 

13  The  good,  from  all  their  troubles,  he  relieves, 
Their  num'rous  woes,  and  miierable  lives, 
To  joy  and  glory  points  the  certain  road, 
Where  real  pleaiure  makes  her  fix'd  abode. 

14  What  Chriftian  then  fhou'd  be  of  Death  afraid, 
Who  lends  to  man  fo  readily  his  aid, 

Who  bears  him  fafe  through  trouble's  thorny  ways, 
And  to  the  palace  of  his  God  conveys  ? 

15  Let  thou  the  Pagan,  to  each  virtue  dead, 

Let  thou  the  Turk,  grim  Death's  approaches  dread  : 

But  let  not  the  true  Chriftian  be  in  pain 

To  pafs  through  Death,  a  glorious  crown  to  gain. 

16  A  day  of  pardon,  and  of  jubilee, 

A  day,  that  from  all  forrow  fets  us  free, 
A  day,  that  from  thofe  priibn-cells  beneath 
Unchains  our  fouls,  is  this  fame  day  of  Death. 

17  The  day  of  Qeath,  (we  fhou'd  that  reafon  mindy 
Js  that,  whereon  we  are  to  Jefus  join'd  : 

We  therefore,  on  it,  fhou'd  be  blithe  and  gay  -9 
It  is  our  feaft,  our  coronation-day. 

18  It  is  the  day,  that  ends  our  mortal  race, 

The  day,  that  takes  us  from  this  woe- fraught  place. 
The  day,  that  fully  pays  us  all  our  hire, 
The  day,  that  finifhes  our  whole  career. 

19  The  day,  that  brings  us  to  the  bright  abode 
Of  our  Redeemer,  the  belove'd  of  God, 
And  clothes  each  Chriftian  in  his  bell  array, 
His  robes  and  crown — fuel:  is 

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A  Prayer,  to  dired  a  Sick  Man  what 
things  are  moft  neceffary  for  him  to  afk,  and 
to  meditate  upon,  in  his  illnefs. 

i  /T"^Hou  God  of  pity,  ftay  this  fore  difeafe! 
X      Thou  God  of  mercy,  give  thy  fervant  eafe  ! 
Thou  beft  of  all  phyficians,  make  me  whole! 
Thou  Son  of  God,  give  comfort  to  my  foul ! 

2  Snatch  me  from  hell's  dun  gloom  to  open  day, 
Remove  all  blindnefs  from  my  mind  away, 
(So  that  I  foon  may  fee  my  dange'rous  Hate,) 
And  my  pain'd  confcience's  keen  pangs  abate  ! 

3  Make  me,  like  David,  heartily  repent 

Make  me,  like  Magdalene,  my  crimes  lament 

Make  me,  like  Nineveh,  my  errors  own^ 

And  in  the  duft  my  finful  ft  ate  bemoan ! 

4  Make  me  thy  pardon  earnestly  implore, 
Like  king  Manaffes,  when  diftrefs'd  of  yore, 
Make  me,  like  Peter,  for  forgivenefs  cry, 
Make  me,  like  Him,  repent  before  I  die ! 

5  Make  me  believe  my  pardon  is  procure'd, 
Seal'd,  and  beyond  the  reach  of  fate  fecure'd, 
And  that  my  foul  is  rinfed  in  the  flood 

Of  thy  moft  precious,  and  all-cleanfing  blood  ! 

6  Make  me,  like  Lazarus,  in  filence'bear 
My  ficknefs  and  my  pain,  howe'er  fevere, 
My  confidence,  in  thee,  O  make  me  place, 
Like  patient  Job,  however  bad  my  cafe ! 

7  Make  me  deliv'rance  feek,  O  Lord!  from  thee, 
And  thee  alone,  in  all  my  mifery, 

Like  good  Elijah,  when  of  old  diftreft, 
In  fuch  a  manner  as  to  thee  feems  beft. 

8  Make  me,  like  Hezekiah,  caft  afide 

This  world's  vain  pomp,  and  all  it's  tinfel  pride, 
And  turn,  like  Him,  unto  the  wall  my  face, 
That  I  in  thee  alone  my  truft  may  place  ! 

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9  O  make  me  think  on  that  tremendous  day, 
When  I  before  thee  my  accounts  muft  lay, 
For  ev'ry  idle  word,  and  ev'ry  crime  ; 
Unlefs  I  can  renounce  them  all  in  time. 

10  Omake  me  to  the  Gofpel  lend  an  ear, 
And  to  the  promifes  recorded  there  ! 
O,  make  me  grafp  thoie  promifes  divine 

With  Faith's  ftrong  gripe,  and  make  them  ever  minef 

1 1  Make  me  reflect  upon  the  life  above, 

To  which  we  fhortly  fhall  from  this  remove, 
Where,  for  thy  faints,  eternal  JDys  remain — 
Joys,  unalioy'd  by  ficknefs,   or  by  pain. 

12  Make  me  renounce  the  world  and  it's  deceits, 
It's  pompous  pageantries  and  gilded  baits  ; 
Nor  let  me  idly  loiter  on  the  road, 

But  hade  to  thee,  my  Saviour,   and  my  God  ! 

13  Make  me,  OLord  !  without  the  lead  delay, 
My  foul  and  body  on  thy  altar  lay, 

And  earneftly,  until  my  lateft  hour, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  patronage  implore. 

An    excellent  Consolation    to    the    fad 
Soul  againft  Defpair. 

1  TF  thou  canft  but  repent,  why  fhou'dft  thou  dread 
X  Thy  fins,  however  numerous  and  foul  ? 

Since  Chrift  for  them  was  crucify'd,  'till  dead 

And  freely  fuffer'd  to  preferve  thy  foul  ? 

2  Why  wilt  thou  fear  thy  Judge's  final  doom, 
Since  Chrift  will  as  thy  advocate  appear  ? 
Thy  Judge's  fon  has  fuffer'd  in  thy  room  •, 

Death  and  damnation,  why  then  fhou'dft  thou  fear  P 

3  Not  one  mail  be  found  guilty  in  the  end, 
Who  here  in  Chrift  a  lively  faith  retains  j 
But  fhall  on  his  removal  hence  afcend 
From  death  to  life,  and  Eden's  blifsful  plains. 

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4  Be  ftill  then,  O  my  foul !   nor  filence  break, 
Thy  gracious  God  from  death  will  fet  thee  free  : 
For  who  can  the  condemning  fentence  fpeak, 
Since  Chrift  was  nail'd  unto  the  crofs  for  thee, 

5  Chrift  in  his  blood  will  wafh  thy  fins  away, 

And  bleach  thee  whiter  than  the  driven  fnow 

Though  they  do  now  a  fcarlet  hue  difplay, 

Yet  Chrift  mall  make  them  white  as  ermine  fhow, 

6  The  fun  can  penetrate  the  thickeft  cloud, 

And  foap  can  fcour  the  fouleft  garments  bright — 
Chrift's  merits  thy%normous  fins  can  fhrowd, 
His  blood  can  make  thee  as  the  lily  white. 

7  God  Peter's  fears,  and  David's  lufts  forgave, 
The  Prodigal's  excefs  and  youthful  heat, 
And  king  ManafTes',  tho'  once  fin's  mere  (lave  : 
He  thine  can  pardon,  howfoever  great. 

8  Take  comfort  then thy  fainty  fpirits  raife ■— 

The  Son  of  God  was  fix'd  unto  the  tree 

For  thy  tranfgreffions,  and  unrighteous  ways ; 
And,  for  his  fake,  thou  fhalt  forgiven  be. 

An  earneft  Prayer  for  Pardon  of  Sins. 

I  /r"*\  Lord,  my  God  !  whoformedft  me  of  nought! 
\^/  My  Saviour, who  from  death  his  fervant  bought! 
O  Holy  Ghoft  !  O  Trinity  benign  ! 
Preferve  my  foul,  and  cancel  all  my  fin  ! 

1  For  Jefu's  fake,  who  to  redeem  me  deign'd, 
Andwhofe  each  act  thy  approbation  gain'd, 

Forgive  me,  if  in  ought  I've  been  remifs 

Forgive  me  all  that  I  have  done  amifs. 

3  Warn  in  his  blood  my  filthinefs  away 

Low  in  his  fepulchre  my  vices  lay 

Veil  with  his  righteoufnefs  my  errors  foul, 
And  pardon  all  the'  offences  of  my  foul. 

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4  Array  me  in  the  alb  of  righteoufnefs, 

And  in  thy  glorious  nuptial-garments  drefs; 

So  that  I  always  well-prepare'd  may  be, 

And  in  trim  garb  to  come,  O  Chrift,  to  thee  ! 

5  Around  my  dwelling,  place  thy  guardian  hoft, 
Nor  let  the  Devil  of  my  conqueft  boaft  ! 

Save  me,  O  fave  me,  from  the  treach'rous  fiend, 
Nor  fuffer  him,  O  Chrift,  my  foul  to  rend. 

6  When  to  thy  dread  tribunal  I  fhall  come, 
There  to  receive  the'  irrevocable  doom, 
For  Jefu's  fake  my  precious  foul  preferve, 
And  give  me  not  the  fentence  I  deferve  I 

7  Inftead  of  mine,  Chrift's  full  obedience  take, 
And  let  his  death,  for  me  atonement  make  \ 
Though  for  my  fins,  He  was  condemn'd  to  die, 
Yet  for  his  fake,  let  me  damnation  fly  ! 

8  Death  I've  deferv'd,  and  Tophet's  fcenes  of  woe — «* 

Deferv'd  the  doom,  hypocriiy  fhall  know 1 — 

Yet  give  me  not,  O  God  !  what  I've  deferv'd, 

But  by  Chrift's  merits  let  me  be  preferv'd. 

9  He  did,  for  me,  thy  facred  law  fulfil 

He  perfectly,  for  me,  performed  thy  will 
He  die  d  upon  the  crofs,  that  I  might  live- 


Then,  for  his  fake,  my  fumlefs  fins  forgive, 
io  No  juftice  I,  nor  holinefs,  can  boaft, 
My  purity  and  my  perfection  loft  ! 
No  one  can  fuccour,   help,  or  ranfom  give, 
But  what  from  thee,  my  Saviour  !  I  receive. 

1 1  Chrift  is  my  comfort Chrift's  my  folace  fure— • 

Chrift  is  my  hope,  in  all  that  I  endure 

Chrift's  my  afiiftance,  when  Death's  terrors  come— - 
Chrift's  my  protector,   in  the  day  of  doom  ! 

12  Chrift  a  moil  ignominious  death  did  die, 
That  He,  for  me,  eternal  life  might  buy  : 
In  pity  of  his  painful  agonies 
Conduct  my  foul,  O  God  !  to  parr.dife  ! 

God 


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1 3  God !  lend  an  ear,  my  prayers  to  receive 

God !  for  my  comfort,  thy  bleft  Spirit  give 

God !   caft  an  eye  of  pity  on  my  grief 

And  grant  me,  from  thy  lenient  hand,  relief. 

14  O  Lamb  of  God,  my  foul's  difeafes  heal  ! 
My  wounded  confcience's  firm  pardon  feal ! 
Deep  in  the  grave  let  all  my  faults  remain, 
And  let  them  never,  never,  rife  again  ! 

15  Thy  rig'rous  Juftice,  O  my  God!  I  fear ; 
For  how  can  I  thy  fierce  difpleafure  bear  ? 
My  errors,    felf-condemn'd,  I  loudly  blame, 
Do  thou  the  tempeft  of  my  confcience  calm. 

16  O,  let  thy  guiltlefs  death,  my  Saviour !   come 
Betwixt  me,  and  the  dreadful  day  of  doom  ! 
Place  thy  obedience,  like  a  fhield,   between 
Thy  Father's  Juftice,  and  my  filthy  fin. 

17  Let  thine  own  blood  affuage  the  vengeful  ire 
Of  thy  too-juftly  irritated  Sire   — 

Let  thine  own  blood  his  furious  wrath  appeafe, 
That  all  the  forrows  of  my  foul  may  ceaie  ! 

18  I'm  weak,  O  Chrift  !  do  thou  my  ftrength  increafe, 
I'm  Tick  and  faint — O,  heal  the  dire  difeafe! 
Heavy  and  fad,  I  fink  opprefs'd  with  fear, 
Confirm  my  faith,  my  fainting  fpirits  cheer  ! 

19  Thou  God  of  comfort,  all  my  pains  appeafe, 
Thou  Sire  of  mercy,  give  me  prefent  eafe  -, 
Phyfician  of  the  world,  affuage  my  grief, 
And  fend  me,  Jefus,  Son  of  God,  relief  ! 

20  Say,  O  my  God  !  and  fay  it  o'er  again 

Say  to  my  foul,  "  E'er  long  thou  fhalt  remain 
"  With  me  in  Paradife,  and  foon  fhalt  reft 

"  Among  my  faints,  with  endlefs  pleafures  bleft.'* 

21  The'  affaults  of  Satan,  O  my  Chrift!  repel, 
And  fave  me  from  the  yawning  jaws  of  hell : 
My  finking  foul  with  thy  free  Spirit  buoy, 
And  lead  me  to  the  realms  of  deathlefs  joy ! 

22  O 


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22  O,  Lamb  of  God,  with  all  my  fins  difpenfe  ! 
O,  make  my  confcience  void  of  all  offence  f 
O,  Lamb  of  God,  at  my  laft  hour  attend, 
And  to  thy  mercy  take  me  in  the  end  ! 

23  O  Chrift,  my  Shepherd,  from  the  lion  keep 
My  foul,  and  from  his  paws  prefer ve  thy  fheep, 
For  which,  O  Jefus,  thou  haft  paid  full  dear, 
And  me  to  heav'n  amongft  thy  angels  bear ! 

24  Receive  my  foul,  O  my  Protector  dear  ! 
Receive  my  foul,  'tis  time,  unto  thy  care  ! 
For  long  enough  I've  liv'd,  and  linger'd  here ; 
I  am  not  better  than  my  fathers  were. 

25  I  fain  would  from  thefe  chains  of  flefh  get  loofe, 
And  fly,  O  Chrift,  to  thee,  my  glorious  fpoufe  ! 
Draw  me,  fweet  Jefus  !   for  the  time  is  come, 
(If 'tis  thy  will)  to  thy  celeftial  home. 

26  Unto  thy  hands,  I  freely  recommend 
My  Spirit,  O  my  God ! — let  no  one  rend 

The  charge  from  thence,  or  bear  it,  as  his  prey, 
In  triumph  from  thy  mighty  hands  away  ! 

27  O  Chrift,   my  Shepherd  !   from  the  lion  keep 
My  foul,  (and  from  his  paw  preferve  thy  iheep) 
Who  daily  feeks  thy  fervant  to  o'erpow'r, 

And,  in  its  weaknefs,  wou'd  my  foul  devour. 

28  This  is  the  very  time,  when  he  does  feek 

To  catch  his  prey — I  mean,   whilft  I  am  weak; 
Support  me  then,  O  Lord,  that  I  may  guard 
The  precious  prize,  nor  lofe  the  rich  reward  ! 

29  Plant  in  my  breaft  the  Spirit  of  thy  grace, 
Around  my  foul  a  guard  of  angels  place, 
Array  me  with  thy  glorious  panoply, 
Nor  let  the  fiend  a  triumph  boaft  o'er  me ! 

30  Enable  me,   my  courfe  run  out,  to  reft, 
And  make  my  lateft  hour  to  be  the  befL 
On  thee,  O  Lord  !   with  firmnefs  I  rely  ; 
O  take  my  foul  to  heaven,  when  I  die ! 

31  Appeafc 


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31  Appeale  my  pain,  afluage  it's  raging  fmart, 
Obferve  my  grief,  and  eafe  my  troubled  hearc, 
Trim  my  expiring  lamp,  my  woes  abate, 
Receive  my  foul — — I  for  thy  mercy  wait. 

32  Say  to  my  foul,  that  thou,  O  God  of  love ! 
Haft  bought  for  me  the  blifsful  feats  above — 
Thy  precious  blood,  and  an  unnumber'd  hoft 
Of  pungent  forrows,  the  vaft  price  they  coft. 

A  fliort  Prayer,   for  a  devout  Perfon  to 
ufe  at  his  laft  Hour. 

1  TT\Eign  now,  O  Lord  !  thy  fervant  to  releafe, 
JL/  And  from  this  prifon  let  me  part  in  peace  ; 
Yet,  e'er  I'm  from  th'  incumb'ring  flefh  fet  free, 
Let  my  bleft  eyes  thy  great  falvation  fee  ! 

2  Come  is  the  day  !  come  is  the  dreadful  hour ! 
Come  is  the  time,  determin'd  by  thy  pow'r  • 
Come  is  the  moment !  come  the  very  end, 
And  to  efcape  it,  1  can  ne'er  pretend  ! 

3  The  race  is  ended,  which  I  was  to  run, 
The  laft  of  all  my  days  is  almoft  done— 
The  conflict's  o'er — I  juft  have  reach'd  the  goal  : 
Receive,  O  Lord  I receive  to  thee,  my  foul ' 

4  Like  thy  firft  martyr,  in  the  pangs  of  death, 
To  thee,  O  Chrift !  my  fpirit  I  bequeath  : 
Come  then,  come  quickly,   O  my  Saviour-God, 
And  take  me  with  thee  to  thy  bleft  abode  ! 

A  fhort  Meditation  on  Life  and  Death, 

1  /TT^HE  fooner  a  good  Chriftian  dies, 
JL     The  fooner  he  receives  the  prize : 
The  longer  he  on  earth  fhall  be, 
The  longer  e'er  he  God  fhall  fee. 

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i  The  longer  one  keeps  from  the  grave, 
The  longer  reck'ning  he  muft  have  : 
The  lefs  his  time  is  here  below, 
The  lefs  account  he'll  have  to  mow. 

The  Unhappy  State  of  the  Ungodly, 
after  Death. 

1  XTOU  of  each  fex  and  age,  draw  near, 

X     And  to  my  fad  Complaint  give  ear, 
Who  vice,   unto  the  laft  obey'd, 
But  now  beneath  the  pall  am  laid. 

2  As  you  are  now,  I  once  have  been, 
Happy  and  pleas'd  among  my  kin : 
Now  poor  and  naked  I  appear, 
Extended  on  the  folemn  bier. 

3  When  worldly  wealth,  the  moll  I  fought, 
And  when  of  Death,  the  leaft  I  thought, 
Death  came  unlook'd  for  with  his  dart, 
And  pierce'd  me  to  the  very  heart. 

4  When  fortune  favour'd  ev'ry  deed, 
And  all  my  aims  ufe'd  to  fucceed, 
The  ice  broke  fhort  beneath  my  feet, 
And  down  I  tumbled  to  the  pit. 

5  When  ruddy  health  my  body  grace'd, 
And  ev'ry  nerve  with  ftrengthwas  brace'd, 
To  pieces  fell  this  brittle  frame, 

Like  glafs,when  death  once  near  me  came. 

6  I,  gold  and  filver  once  poffefs'd, 

And  was  with  lands  and  houfes  blelVd  -, 
But  now  I  can't  one  farthing  find 
Of  all  the  wealth  I  left  behind. 

7  I  once  in  kinsfolks  did  abound, 

Wife,  children,  fervants,  friends,  I  own'd; 
But  now  wkh  none  can  I  converfe, 
Befides  pale  Death,  within  the  hearfe. 

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8  I  then,  companions  always  had 
In  all  my  ways,  however  bad  ; 
But  now  not  any  one  will  come 
To  anfwer  for  me  at  my  doom. 

9  The  fatal  ftroke,  which  now  I  rue, 
Will  fhortly  come  to  each  of  you, 
Be  then  prepare'd,  before  you  die, 
You  mail  be  warn'd  no  more  than  I. 

jo  Chrift,  and  the  minifters  of  heaven, 
To  all  have  proper  notice  given, 
And  yet  how  many  millions  die, 
Who  heed  their  words  no  more  than  I  ? 

Ill  long  have  ran  a  vary'd  round 

Of  fins,  which  now  my  confcience  wound: 
But  fharper  'tis,  e'en  than  a  fword, 
To  have  defpife'd  God's  holy  word. 

12  Stiffneck'd,  and  headftrong  as  an  afs, 
And  heedlefs  of  God's  laws,  I  was^ 
Whate'er  Chrift,  or  his  fervants,  fpake, 
No  notice  of  it  wou'd  I  take. 

1 3  With  rakehell  Publicans,  or  worfe, 
Rather  than  priefts  I'd  ftill  difcourfe, 
Tho'  thefe  debauch'd  and  fpoil'd  me  quite, 
And  thofe  wou'd  fain  direct  me  right. 

j 4  Whole  months  I'd  rather  gaily  fpend 
In  taverns  with  a  female  friend, 
Than  to  my  God  with  Chriftian  pray, 
Or  in  his  temple  pafs  a  day. 

1 5  More  hours  I  pafs'd  in  taverns  then 
With  fwine — I  mean  with  drunken  men, 
Than  with  the  fons  of  light  I  fpent ; 
For  which  full  oft  I  now  repent, 

16  The  mirth,   that  hardly  holds  a  day, 
And,  e'er  fcarce  tafted,  fleets  away, 

I  chofe  before  that  perfect  joy, 
Which  always  lafts,  and  ne'er  can  cloy. 


*7 


Earth 


I  385  ] 

1 7  Earth,  ftones,  brafs,  lead,  I  ftill  preferr'd, 
My  fty,  my  ftud,  my  lowing  herd, 
Before  the  charms  of  paradife, 

Or  any  blifs  God  cou'd  devife. 

18  My  body  to  my  foul  I  ftill 

Preferr'd — to  virtue,  ev'ry  ill 

This  world  to  heav'n — wrong  to  right — 
My  guts,  to  God and  gloom,  to  light, 

19  But  now  I'm  forry,  from  my  foul, 
That  I  was  e'er  fo  much  a  fool, 
And  ev'ry  fibre  quakes  for  fear, 
E'er  I  before  my  Judge  appear. 

20  My  body  now  to  rot  is  gone, 

For  all  the  crimes  that  I  have  done  ^ 
Whilfl  my  fad  foul  the  Ikies  muft  mount, 
For  all  my  follies  to  account. 

2 1  My  Saviour  calls  me  by  my  name, 
And  I  muft  anfwer  to  the  fame  : 
To  make  my  reck'ning  I  muft  go, 
However  difficult  to  do  ! 

22  Ah  me  !  what  an  unnumber'd  fum 

Of  fins  my  confcience  overcome ■ — ■ 

Sins  into  which  I  madly  ran, 

In  fpite  of  God,  in  fpite  of  man  ? 

23  Whatjoy  dilates  the  Devil's  breaft, 
Wide  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft  ! 
As  he  relates,  before  my  face, 

How  oft  Ive  finn'd — the  time  and  place, 

24  Of  what  a  roll  the  Fiend's  poffeft, 
Lonor  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft  ! 

o 

By  which  inftructed,  he  can  fhow 

The  fins  I've  done — when,where,andhow! 

25  Ah  me  ! who  is  it,  that  I  hear 

Againft  me  deadly  witnefs  bear, 
But  he  who  tempted  me  of  yore 
To  liften  to  his  fatal  lore  ? 

B  b  26  In 


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26  In  all  the  days  that  I  have  pafi, 
There's  not  a  fin  but  he  does  cart 

Full  in  my  face woe  's  me  the  while, 

That  I  have  led  a  life  fo  vile  ! 

27  He  mews,  alas,  with  too  much  truth  I 
How  fruitlefsly  I  fpent  my  youth, 

In  revelry  alone  employ'd, 

But  of  each  Chriftian  virtue  void. 

2  8  He  flout Jy  claims  me,  for  my  crimes, 
Since  in  my  youth  a  thoufand  times 
He  won  my  foul  -,  and  to  my  fhame, 
God  cannot  but  admit  his  claim. 

29  He  makes  each  vicious  folly  known 
I  did,  fince  into  manhood  grown, 
My  drunken  frolicks,  am'rous  fires, 
And  all  my  loofe  impure  defires. 

30  Hefhews,  how  prone  I  was  to  rage, 
And  all  the  foibles  of  old  age  ! 
How  much  to  gain  and  lies  a  Have  ! 
But,  ah  !  how  thoughtlefs  of  the  grave  I 

31  With  open  mouth,  and  earneft  ftrife, 
He  pleads  that,  in  each  ftage  of  life, 

He  won  my  foul and,  from  a  boy, 

That  I  have  been  in  his  employ. 

32  With  fhamelefs,  brazen,  confidence, 
The  fcriptures  wrefting  to  his  fenfe, 
That  I  am  his,  he  boldly  faith, 
For  want  of  penitence  and  faith. 

33  I  deem'd,  by  ignorance  milled, 

That  Chrift  for  my  tranfgreflions  bled, 
And  that  the  Fiend  no  right  cou'd  claim 
O'erthofe,  who  merely  own'd  his  name. 

34  But 'tis  retorted  by  the  Fiend, 
That  this  can  never  fer  /e  my  end, 
Since  Chrift  will  not  a  foul  receive, 
But  fuch  as  faithfully  believe. 


35  To 


[  387  ] 

35  To  this,  he  further  dares  to  add, 
That  I  no  faith,  nor  virtue,  had, 
Nor  any  furer  hopes  of  heaven, 
Than  if  I  were  a  very  heathen. 

36  With  eager  rancour  he'd  fain  mow, 
That  I  have  nought  with  Chrifh  to  do  ♦, 
Becaufe  I  heeded  not  his  lore, 
Nor  change'd  my  life,  to  my  laft  hour. 

2j  And  that,  tho'  I  his  name  receive'd, 
Baptize'd  by  Chriftians  that  believe'd, 
My  faith  was  no  more  to  be  prize'd 
Than  their's,  who  never  were  baptize'd"! 

3$  He  lays  (ah  me,  I  hear  him  now  !) 
That  I  no  greater  faith  did  fhow, 
Nor  any  works,  furpaffing  thofe 
Which  pagans  in  their  lives  difclofe. 

39  He  fays,  I  never  kept  a  word 
Of  all  the  gofpel  of  our  Lord, 

More  than  a  Jew,  who  ne'er  had  grace 
Thole  facred  doctrines  to  embrace. 

40  He  tells  the'  Almighty,  whilft  1  hear, 
That  he  will  any  torment  bear, 

If  I,  by  rote,  a  fingle  verfe 
Of  all  the  fcripture  can  rehearfe. 

41  He  God  himfelf  prefumes  to  call, 
(With  his  attendant  angels  all) 
To  witnefs,  that  he  nothing  fays 
But  truth,  of  my  ungodly  ways. 

42  My  conic ie nee  with  the  load  opprefl, 
Muft  the  diftafteful  truth  atteft, 

And  forces  me  to  own  each  fin, 

And  fay, — "  Juft  fuch  my  life  has  been  !" 

43  He  urges,  that  I've  fore  diftrefs'd 
The  poor,  and  in  all  fhapes  opprefs'd, 
Their  lands  and  houfes  force'd  away, 
And  made  their  little  All,  my  prey. 

B  b  2  44  He 


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44  He  adds,    that  I  have  oft  got  drunk * 

Oft  dally'd  with  fome  common  punk — 
A  thoufand  times  the  fabbath  broke, 
And  of  religion  made  a  joke. 

45  He  then  infills,  with  malice  fell, 
That  Chrifl  fhou'd  fentence  me  to  hell, 
To  fufFer,  for  my  vices  paft, 

Such  pains,  as  fhall  for  ever  laft. 

46  Oh,  how  my  foul  with  horror  makes, 
For  fear  of  Satan's  fierce  attacks  ? 

Left  he,  with  his  black  crew,  fhou'd  come, 
And  haul  me  to  receive  my  doom. 

47  Ah  me  !  how  bitter  to  the  tafle  ! 
O,  how  unpleafant  at  the  laft  ! 
How  much  the  object  of  my  hate, 
The  fin  I  lov'd  fo  well  of  late  ? 

48  How  much  am  I  afname'd  to  hear 
The  grand  accufer  publifh,  there, 

A  thoufand  things,  which  here  below 
I  chofe  not  my  beft  friends  mould  know  ? 

49  Cou'd  I  my  option  have my  foul 

Wou'd  chufe  in  Hell's  fierce  flames  to  roll, 
Before  it  to  God's  bar  wou'd  mount, 
For  it's  mifdeeds,  there  to  account ! 

50  Yet  it  mult  at  that  bar  appear, 

( There's  no  excufe  for  abience  there 
Of  all  it's  works  account  to  give, 
And  it's  juft  fentence  to  receive. 

5 1  To  plead  it's  caufe,  I  no  one  hear 

I  i^e  no  advocate  appear 

To  give  an  anfwer  none  begins, 
Even  forxMie  of  all  my  fins. 

52  The  facred  rolls,  I  open'd  fee, 
Before  the  dreadful  Deity, 

.     Ready  to  bring  thofe  crimes  to  light, 
Which  I  had  acted  in  the  night. 

53  Full 


[     3^9     ] 

§2  Full  in  my  face,  I  hear  them  caft,  • 

My  faithlefs  life,  and  converie  paft, 

My  carnal  and  intemp'rate  mind, 

To  each  unchriftian  vice  inclin'd. 
54  I  hear  the  oaths,  now  number'd  o'er, 

Which  I,  among  vile  drunkards,  fwore — 

My  breaches  of  the  fab  bath  day, 

With  each  loole  thing  I  ufe'd  to  fay. 

$5  My  foul,  a  fullen  filence  keeps 

Meanwhile,  and  felf-convicted  weeps, 
Or  mute  as  is  the  fin-row' d  fry, 
'Tis  only  fometimes  heard  to  (igh. 

56  I  hear  Chrift  iffue  his  commands 

To  have  me  bound  faft,  feet  and  hands, 
And  thrown  down  to  the  nether  gloom, 
Where  nought  but  woes  and  torments  come  ! 

57  I  hear  him,  with  exceftive  dread, 
Pafs  fentence  on  my  guilty  head, 
That  I  fhou'd  to  the'  abyfs  be  toft, 
With  Satan  and  his  fable  hoft  ! 

58  I  fee  the  Fiend  himfelf  take  pains 

To  bind  me  with  the  ftrongeft  chains  ; 
And,  when  my  hands  and  feet  are  fait, 
I  fee  my  foul  to  Tophet  caft  ! 

59  I  hear  it,  there,  for  very  pain, 

Cry  out,  and  groan,  and  roar  amain  -, 
Thus  headlong,  without  mercy,  hurl'd 
To  fuffer  in  the'  infernal  world  ! 

60  I  fee  the'  inferior  Dev'lings,  there, 
Each  finner's  foul  and  body  tear, 

As  hounds,  that  almoft  famifh'd  are, 
Through  hunger  tear  a  hind,  or  hare. 

61  I  hear  my  foul  with  piteous  cry, 
And  loud  laments  entreat  to  die  •, 
But  yet,  for  all  his  piteous  cries, 
Far  from  him  Death  indignant  flies. 

B  b  2  62  He 


[     39°     ] 

62  He  lies  in  Hell's  tremendous  gloom, 
Where  happinefs  and  hope  ne'er  come, 
Half-ftarv'd  he  pines  among  the  Fiends, 
"Where  his  keen  anguifh  never  ends. 

63  There's  nothing  gives  me  fuch  a  blow, 
And  finks  my  hopelefs  heart  fo  low, 
As  to  reflect,  that  all  this  woe, 

Shall  no  cerTation  ever  know : 

64  And  that  my  body,  there  muft  go, 
For  want  of  proper  caution  too, 
And,  with  the  foul  like  tortures  tafte, 
When  once  the  refurrection's  paft : 

65  And  well  do  I  deferve  to  dwell 
Among  the  fiercefb  flames  in  hell, 
As  I  entice'd  it  often  times 

To  all  it's  unrepented  crimes. 

66  There  all  the  faithlefs  folks  mail  go, 
Wlio  vile,  immoral  actions  do, 
Who  out  of  doors  their  houfes  call, 
And  love,  like  fwine,  a  long  repaft, 

6 j  I  therefore  ev'ry  one  advife 
To  fear  the  Lord,  if  he  is  wife, 
And  always  to  obey  him  well, 
Left  he  fhou'd  be  condemn'd  to  hell. 

68  Be  fober,  pious,  and  fincere, 

And  worfhip  God  with  Chriftian  fear, 

If  not 1  will  be  bold  to  fay, 

That  you'll  be  hurl'd  to  hell,  one  day. 

69  Fear  God the  fcripture  often  read, 

Nor  from  it  turn  afide  your  head 

Like  Chriftians  live,  if  you  wou'd  fain 
The  weighty  crown  of  glory  gain. 

70  Faith,  without  works,  no  man  can  fee  -, 
No  libertine  a  faint  can  be  : 

True  Chriftians  ne'er  caft  faith  away, 
They're  Satan's  flaves,  who  difobey. 


In 


[     39i     ] 

;  i  In  vain  Religion  you  profefs, 

If  works  do  not  your  faith  exprefs, 
They  can't  exift,  unlefs  both  meet, 
No  more  than  fire  can,  without  heat. 

72  Juftice  and  honefty  purfuc, 

God  will,  to  guile,  no  favour  fhew  ^ 
But  heavy  vengeance  in  the  end, 
Shall  on  deceit  and  fraud  defcend. 

73  What  gain  they  by  their  ill-place'd  toil, 
Who  rob  the  poor,  and  quite  defpoil, 
If  into  hell  they  ihail  be  caft, 

For  their  injuflice,  at  the  laft  ? 

74  What  boots  it  that  you  can  fulfil 

Your  1  ufts,  and  have,  a  while,  your  will  5 
If,  after  gaining  your  defires, 
You're  headlong  hurl'd  to  penal  fires  ? 

j 5  What  boots  it  your  vile  guts  to  fill, 
And  wine  and  ale,  whole  nights  to  fwill ; 
If  for  your  love  of  ale  and  wine, 
You  mail,  for  thirft,  in  Tophet  pine  ? 

j 6  What  fhall  he  gain,  who  falfehood  fhows, 
His  promife  breaks,  and  quite  undoes 

The  neighb'ring  poor  ? if  he  muft  go, 

For  his  deceit,  to  hell  below. 

77  Then  let  not  Satan  you  deceive, 
Who  does  an  ill,  fhall  ill  receive  : 
For  each  ihall  reap,  whate'er  he  fows, 
And  each  be  paid  for  what  he  does. 

78  As  eafily  our  deadly  foe 

To  heaven  may  on  doomfday  go, 
As  the  debauch'd,  lewd,  infidel 
Efcape  that  day,  the  pains  of  hell. 

79  God  long  will  aim  before  the  blow, 
His  wrath  is  deadly-lure,  tho'  flowj 
For  the  long  fcore  and  credit  pa  ft, 
He'll  pay  thee  to  the  full  at  laft. 

B  b  4  80  God 


[     392     ] 

t 

So  God  for  a  while  will  condefcend 

To  fpare  the  worft  that  they  may  mend  *, 
But  if  at  length  they  don't  repent, 
To  hell  they  mall  in  heaps  be  lent. 

8 1  God  give  all  grace,  their  lives  to  mend, 
Before  their  day  is  at  an  end  ! 
God  make  all  ready  hence  to  go, 
Before"  they  feel  Death's  fatal  blow  ! 

The    Complaint    and    the    Advice    of 
DIVES,    to  his  Five  Brethren. 

i  />TpHE  plaint  and  the  advice  of  Dives  hear, 

J[     From  hell's  hot  furnace,  and  outrageous  flame, 
To  his  five  brethren,  and  his  kinsfolk  dear, 
Left  they,  like  him,  fhou'd  come  and  feel  the  fame. 

2  "  Hear  me,  my  brethren  ! — —hear  me,  whilft  I  tell, 
What  happ'ned  to  me,  fmce  I  went  below; 

That  warn'd  thereby,  you  may  efcape  from  hell, 
From  it's  dire  pains,  and  never-ending  woe. 

3  Fraternal  love  and  pity  bid  me  give 
You  this  advice,  'tis  evidently  plain  ; 
Left  you  mould  here  unweetingly  arrive, 
Whence  no  one  ever  could  return  again. 

4  Did  you  but  know  what  horrid  things  I  hear 

Cou'd  you  of  all  my  torments  form  a  guefs ' 

You  to  my  words  wou'd  lend  a  willing  ear  : 
Left  you  yourfelves  fhou'd  feel  the  like  diftrefs. 

5  I'm  well  afTure'd,  did  you  but  know  my  pains, 
My  woes,  my  anguifli,  and  my  vaft  difrnay, 
You  wou'd  not  for  an  emperor's  domains, 
Willingly  bear  them  for  a  Angle  day. 

6  No  man,  alas !   nor  angel  e'er  can  tell, 
How  great  my  woe !   how  infinite  my  pain  ! 
In  the  fierce  fires  and  furious  flames  of  hell; 
Where  I  am  doom'd  for  ever  to  remain. 

7i 


[     393     ] 

7  I  erft  in  life  was  infolently  proud, 

(For  fortune  is  eiteem'd  and  honour'd  ftill) 
And  as  I  wou'd,  I  rule'd  the  trembling  crowd, 
And  did  whate'er  was  pleafing  to  my  will. 

8  To  many  it  appear'd,  that  from  my  foul 
No  God  I  fear'd,  nor  live'd  of  man  in  awe, 
More  than  the  infidel  and  mifcreant  foul, 
Whofe  inclinations  are  his  only  law. 

9  But,  Oh!  myfelf  I  wretchedly  deceiv'd, 
Fondly  prefuming  I  fhou'd  never  die, 
Or  if  I  die'd,  I  foolifhly  believed, 

That  in  the  grave  I  fhou'd  unqueftion'd  lie  ! 

io  Though  Mofes,  and  the  Prophets  allaverr'd, 
My  foul  was  not  obnoxious  to  the  grave-, 
Yet,  to  their  tenets,  I  my  own  preferr'd, 
And  flighted  all  the  counfels,  that  they  gave. 

1 1  Although  they  fhew'd  that,  at  God's  aweful  throne- 
Each  muft  a  reckoning  make,  when  he  is  dead, 
For  ev'ry  villainy,  which  he  has  done  ;" 

Yet  it  cou'd  never  enter  to  my  head. 

12  But  now  in  hell,  I  know  it  to  my  cofl, 
That  all  they  taught  was,  to  a  tittle,  true, 
And  that  the  deathlefs  foul,  which  I  have  loft, 
Muft  in  thofe  flames  my  foul  offences  rue. 

13  I  vainly  thought,  whilftyet  1  drew  my  breath, 
There  was  no  God,  no  manflons  of  the  bleft, 
No  hell,  nor  Devil  in  the  realms  beneath, 
And  that  man  die'd,  as  dies  the  brutal  beaft. 

14  But  now  in  hell,  at  each  repeated  blow, 
By  each  infulting  fiend  I'm  better  taught, 
And,  to  my  full  conviction,  made  to  know, 
That  there's  a  God  to  punifh  ev'ry  fault. 

15  Now,  now  I  feel,  and  fee,  alas,  too  plain  ! 
That  there's  a  Devil,  and  a  local  hell, 
With  Demons  an  innumerable  train, 

To  plague  my  foul,  with  whom  Fmforce'd  to  dwell. 

16  Now., 


[     394     J 

1 6  Now,  to  a  demonftration,  I  well  know, 
,    That  man  is  of  a  deathlefs  foul  porTeft, 

(Whether  that  foul  be  doom'd  to  blifs,  or  woe  !) 
Though  in  the  tomb  the  body's  laid  to  reft. 

1 7  Now,  I  believe  the  fcriptures  to  be  true, 
Now,  I  believe  whatever  Chrift  did  fay, 
And  that  the  fkies  will  feud  away,  like  dew, 
Before  a  Word  of  his  lliall  pafs  away. 

1 8  But  as  I  did  not  this  believe,  in  time, 
What  I  Relieve  at  prefent  is  in  vain : 

For  want  of  faith  I  plunge'd  to  ev'ry  crime, 
Worfe  than  the  brutes,  that  graze  the  verdant  plain : 

19  And  fuch  will  you,  my  brethren  be,  when  dead, 
If  you  do  not  the  fcripture-truths  embrace, 
And  ftrive  a  life  of  piety  to  lead, 

As  they  direct  you,  like  the  fons  of  grace. 

20  Becaufe  the  fcriptures  I  did  not  obey, 
Becaufe  my  nature  1  did  not  fubdue, 
Becaufe  I  wou'd  not  fee  the  gofpel's  ray, 
I  now,  in  woeful  cafe,  my  folly  rue. 

2 1  Becaufe  in  Mofes'  rules  I  never  trod, 
Becaufe  thofe  facred  truths  I  difbeliev'd, 
Becaufe  I  never  kept  the  laws  of  God, 
It  was  that  I  fo  very  vilely  liv'd. 

22  When  once  I  put  the  gofpel  out  of  fight, 
Then  Satan  came  himfelf  to  be  my  guide, 
And  by  each  fin,  wherein  it  took  delight, 
He  my  frail  nature  quickly  drew  afide. 

23  There's  not  a  heinous  vice,  that  I  can  name, 
Which  I  did  not,  till  I  was  cloy'd,  plunge-in, 
Until  a  proverb  my  bad  life  became, 

And  I  was  judge'd  Manailes  to  out- fin. 

24  My  worldly  pelf,  I  as  my  God  obey'd, 

In  fenfual  lulls  I  place'd  my  chief  delight, 

In  ev'ry  fin  I  revell'd  undifmay'd, 

And  left  the  Lord  out  of  remembrance  quite. 

it  When 


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25  When  by  thofe  errors  I  had  long  been  led, 
My  precious  foul  I  utterly  defpife'd, 

Like  fome  brute  beaft,  to  ev'ry  virtue  dead, 
And  nought  but  riches  and  my  belly  prize'd. 

26  Still  in  the  richeft  drefs  was  I  array'd, 

My  robes  were  in  the  deepen:  purple  die'd  •, 
Now,  for  my  pride  and  vanity  well  pay'd, 
I've  not  a  rag  my  nakednefs  to  hide. 

27  The  fineft  linen  I  was  ufe'd  to  wear, 

Nor  wou'd  admit  of  any  thing  more  coarfe  5 
But  now  I  vainly  wifh  that  I  had  here 
Some  fackcloth,  or  the  cov'ring  of  a  horfe. 

28  Each  day,  throughout  the  year,  whene'er  I  dine'd, 
I  cramm'd  my  guts  with  victuals  of  the  belt*, 
And  yet  my  foul  for  very  hunger  pine'd, 
Amidft  the  hurry  of  a  conftant  feaft. 

29  I  then  was  grown  fo  dainty  in  my  meat, 
And  fo  extremely  nice,  that  I  ne'er  deign'd 
Of  any  difb,  or  kind  of  food,  to  eat, 

Which  was  not  choice,dear-bought,  and  finely-grain'd. 

30  But  now  I  fain  my  hunger  wou'd  affuage 
Even  on  hogs-wam,  or  on  hufky  grains, 
So  that  I  might  in  part  appeafe  the  rage 

Of  that  keen  famine,  which  my  bowels  pains. 

3 1  I  then  was  wont  ftrong  beer  and  wine  to  fwill, 
As  if  no  meafure  I  in  drinking  knew, 

And  often  my  ungodly  paunch  wou'd  fill, 
'Till  up  again  the  naufeous  load  I  threw. 

32  But  now  Pd  gladly  give  the  world  entire, 
And  all  it's  treafures,  for  a  little  cup 

From  fome  cool  ftream,  to  (lake  the  raging  fire, 
Which  my  chark'd  tongue  for  ever  parches-up. 
^3  Though  as  much  offals  from  my  table  went, 
As  wou'd  have  fed  great  numbers  of  the  poor, 
Yet  to  the  dogs  the  whole  was  daily  fent, 
Whilft  Lazarus  lay  ftarving  at  my  door. 

34  Now 


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34  Now  Lazarus  in  turn  repays  me  home, 
And  ftill  refufes,  from  fome  bubbling  fpring, 
(Although  I  beg  him  earneftly  to  come) 
One  drop  of  water,  for  my  ufe,  to  bring. 

35  Though  Mofes  and  the  Prophets  always  laid 
The  beft  rules  down,  their  rules  I  ftill  defpife'd, 
And  gave  no  ear  to  any  word  they  faid, 

Nor  ever  did  the  lead  thing,  they  advife'd, 

36  Nov/  here  I  cry,  and  no  ceffation  know  •, 
For  none  unto  my  plaintive  cries  give  heed, 
But  in  my  teeth  their  keen  reproaches  throw, 
Becaufe  of  the  vile  life  i  ufe'd  to  lead. 

37  Whenever  any  preach'd  the  word  of  God, 
I  ftill  averfe  in  attitude  appear'd, 

Or,  ever  and  anon,  v/as  feen  to  nod, 
Whilft  others  profited  by  what  they  heard. 

2$  Becaufe  at  church  I,  then,  was  wont  to  doze, 
By  Demons,  here,  I'm  torture'd  all  the  while-, 
So  that  I  now  can  meet  with  no  repofe ; 
Nor  fleep,  nor  flumber  can  my  woes  beguile. 

39  Becaufe  I,  to  the  Gofpel,  gave  no  ear, 

Nor  to  thofe  doctrines,  which  the  Saviour  taught, 
I  now  am  force'd  the  fiend's  loud  yells  to  hear, 
With  hideous  horror  and  amazement  fraught. 

40  Becaufe  the  law  of  Mofes  they  defpife'd, 
Becaufe  the  Gofpel  they  did  not  believe, 
Becaufe  it's  dictates  they  fo  little  prize'd, 
Some  thoufands,  now  in  hell,  lament  and  grieve ! 

41  The  fabbath  I,  in  gluttony,  alas ! 
Always  mif-fpent,  or  in  fome  wanton  play ; 
In  riot,  I  contrive'd  to  make  it  pafs, 

And  fouler  fins,  than  any  other  day. 

42  Thoufands  of  fouls  are  now  in  hell  diftreft, 
Becaufe  the  fabbath  they  did  not  revere : 

No  paufe  they  know  from  pain,  nor  day  of  reft  -, 
But  without  refpite  are  tormented  there. 

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43  The  facred  name  of  God,  I  took  in  vain 
For  fport  alone,  a  million  times,  or  more, 
And  thought  my  ftory  wou'd  no  credit  gain, 
Unlefs  by  Jefus'  blood  and  wounds  I  fwore. 

44  Oh !  how  my  tongue  now  fries  in  dreadful  dole, 
Becaufe  his  precious  blood  I  lightly  prize'd  ! 
And,  Oh !  what  tortures  rack  my  very  foul, 
Becaufe  the  name  of  Jefus  I  defpife'd  ! 

45  To  the  foul  fiend  I  offer'd  long  in  vain 
My  precious  foul,  a  thoufand  times  a  day; 
But  as  I  gave  it  o'er  and  o'er  again, 

At  lad  he  feize'd  it,  as  his  lawful  prey. 

46  Thoufands  with  me  in  mocking  torments  dwell, 
Thrown  headlong  to  this  deep  fulphureous  flood  -, 
Becaufe  they  gave  themfelves,  by  oaths,  to  hell, 
Tho'  Chrift  himfelf  had  bought  them  with  his  blood. 

47  Full  many  a  *  one  I  to  the  army  fent, 

Straining  malicioufly  my  country's  laws 

Thirfting  for  bloodfhed,  and  entirely  bent, 
The  guiltlefs  to  deftroy,  without  a  caufe, 

48  Their  blood  extorted  vengeance  from  the  fky 

A  vengeance  juflly-due  unto  my  guilt ! 

And  to  the  fiends  their  injur'd  fpirits  cry, 
To  pay  me  home  for  all  the  blood  I  fpilt. 

49  On  juries,  oft,  for  life  and  death  I  ferved, 
Of  God,  and  of  his  laws  regardlefs  quite; 
The  guiltlefs  I  condemn'd,  but  (till  preferve'd 
Thofe,  who  deprive'd  their  neighbours  of  theirright. 

50  But  now  each  murderer,  and  defperate  thief, 
(Whom  eril  I  from  the  gallows  fave'd)  in  hell 
Remorfelefs  tear  my  foul — and,  to  my  grief, 
The  fiends  themfelves  in  cruelty  excel. 

5'   My 

*  From  this,  and   feveral  other  particulars,  the  Author,   in 
character  or  Dives,  leems  to  have  ionic  vile  and  opprcflivc  Magiftratc 
of  hii  acquaintance  in  his  eve,  whom  he  indirectly  lafhes  under  thai 
pretence,  in  this  Poem. 


I  398  3 

5 1  My  love  for  my  own  contort  foon  grew  cool, 
And  to  vile  {trumpets,  in  her  ftead,  I  cleav'd- 


An  hoft  of  whom  now  plague  me  in  this  pool, 
Becaufe  I  their  credulity  deceived. 

52  The  bafe-born  brood  from  thofe  foul  harlots  fprung, 
By  my  example  to  thofe  regions  led, 
Call  on  the  fiends,  with  unharmonious  tongue, 
To  pour  their  torments  thicker  on  my  head. 

$$  Their  helplefs,  friendlefs,  orphans  I  opprefs'd, 
Whene'er  my  tenants  die'd — and  from  the  plough, 
The  yoke  entire,  tho'  nought  was  due,  diftrefs'd-, 
Left  one,  if  left,  fhou'd  for  it's  partner  low. 

54  Becaufe  thofe  innocents  I  then  abufe'd, 
The  fiends  in  hell  my  torture'd  foul  diftrefs, 
Worfe  than  a  tanner,  any  time,  is  ufe'd 
To  beat  thofe  hides  he  fully  means  to  drefs. 

55  Some  venal  villains  oftentimes  I  hire'd, 
The  rankeft  lies  and  perjuries  to  tell, 
Who  never  fail'd  to  fwear,  as  I  require 'd, 
When  I  had  taught  them  their  vile  leffon  welL 

§6  Now,  like  a  brood  of  vipers  in  their  neft, 
They,  night  and  day,  my  very  entrails  tear, 
And  ever  gnaw  my  heartftrings  in  my  breafl, 
Becaufe  I  taught  them  perjuries  to  fwear. 

j7  Of  murder,  and  of  robbe'ry  I  accufe'd 
Perfons,  whofe  innocence  was  fully  known, 
And  with  foul  flanders  either  fex  abufe'd, 
Out  of  mere  pique,  and  wickednefs  alone. 

58  The  lab'rer's  hire  I  oft  was  wont  to  keep, 
And  my  own  fervants  wages  to  retain, 
Nay,  without  pay,  I  force'd  the  poor  to  reap, 
Throughout  the  harveft,  my  whole  crop  of  grain, 

59  Now  to  the  fiend  thofe  needy  folks  complain, 
And  at  his  hands  my  punifhment  implore, 
Becaufe  I  ufe'd  their  wages  to  detain, 
And  ruin'd  fuch  a  number  of  the  poor. 

60  My 


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60  My  money,  to  the  poor,  on  life  I  lent, 

And  fcrew'd  them,  with  an  ava'rice  feldom  known, 
'Till  all  the  little  that  they  had  was  fpent, 
And  they  by  my  extortion  were  undone. 

6 1  Many  of  thofe,  now  in  the  pit  of  hell, 
With  aggregated  pains  torment  me  fore, 
Becaufe  I  did  their  minds  to  theft  impel, 
When  my  exactions  had  confume'd  their  flore. 

62  To  *low  attornies,  a  black-minded  tribe, 
I  gave  large  fees,  the  needy  to  opprefs, 
Who  now,  becaufe  corrupted  by  my  bribe, 
In  this  infernal  fink  my  foul  diftrefs. 

63  I  gave  my  fervants  orders,  o'er  and  o'er, 

To  plague  my  neighbours  round  me; — in  the  pit, 
Thofe  fervants  now  torment  my  foul  full  fore, 
Becaufe  I  made  them  fuch  bad  things  commit. 

64  At  under-price  men's  lands  I  often  bought, 
Yet  Hill  fome  part  of  that  fmall  pittance  kept : 
But  now  I  to  this  gloomy  gaol  am  brought, 

I  have  no  money  to  repay  the  debt. 

6$  Cou'd  one  poor  penny  my  redemption  buy, 
And  from  this  doleful  prifon-houfe  relieve, 
And  bring  me  to  the  lucid  realms  on  high, 
I  have  not  one  poor  penny  left,  to  give. 

66  I  was  advife'd  a  thoufand  times,  or  more, 
What  I  extorted,  to  refund  again, 

But  rather  than  I  wou'd  a  mite  reftore, 
I  chofe  to  fuffer  here  eternal  pain. 

67  Whene'er  I  fent  to  markets,  or  to  fairs, 

Falfe  weights  I  ufe'd,  and  meafnres  fhort  of  fize, 
Or  elfe  amongft  my  wheat  I  mingled  tares, 
Yet  for  that  trafh  require'd  the  greateft  price. 

68  Ag 

*  This  is  only  nu  t  low-bred  Petty -foggers  of  thofe 

rtho  never  regularly  ferv'd  their  time  to  the  bufmeft,  and  not  of  the 
Profcflion  in  general,  many  of  whom  are  an  Ornament  to 
munity,  and  of  great  Service  to  the  Public. 


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68  Againftthe  laws  of  God  and  of  the  land, 

I  weights  for  different  purpofes  produce'd : 
Whene'er  I  bought,  the  large  ones  were  at  hand ; 
Whene'er  I  fold,  a  leflfer  fort  I  ufe'd. 

69  But  now  the  fiends,  in  this  infernal  place, 
My  head  with  the  moft  heavy  of  them  bruife ; 
And  fuch  as  mine,  is  the  unhappy  cafe 

Of  all,  who  e'er  were  wont  falfe  weights  to  ufe  ! 

70  I  left  no  tittle  of  the  law  unbroke, 

Nay,  which  I  did  not, break  a  hundred  times  ! 
And,  'till  death  gave  me  the  conclufive  ftroke, 
I  wallow'd  daily  in  the  worft  of  crimes. 

71  I  juft  have  given  you,  in  language  plain, 
My  life  at  large,  until  furprize'd  by  death  : 
I  next  fhall  give  you  an  account  again, 
How  Satan  plagues  me  in  the  realms  beneath ! 

The  Second  Part  of  Dives'  Complaint— or  a 
Defcription  of  Hell,  and  it's  Torments. 

72  A   Deep  and  bottomlefs  abyfs, 
j[\  My  drear  and  difmal  dungeon  is, 
And  all  it's  walls  are  rais'd  fo  high, 
That  none  can  o'er  it  hope  to  fly. 

J2  With  liquid  fire  it  ever  glows, 
And,  like  a  boiling  fea,  o'erflows, 
Move'd  by  the  breath  of  God,  it's  tide 
With  flaming  fulphur  rages  wide. 

74  Once  l'it,  it  always  flames  amain, 
Nor  ever  can  be  quench'd  again , 
Though  never  blown,  it  blazes  high, 
And  needs  no  (lirring,  nor  fupply. 

J5  Though  fiercely  burning  it  remains, 
And  caufes  agonizing  pains, 
Yet  undiminifh'd  ftill  it  lafts, 


And  not  the  lead  in  burning  waftes. 


76  This 


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y6  This  penal  fire  is  flill  the  fame, 

Though  different  it's  degrees  of  flame  j 
Some  feel  a  fiercer  or  fainter  fire, 
Juft  as  their  various  crimes  require. 

77  As  the  fun  warms,  on  India's  fands, 
Much  more  than  in  the  Ruflian  lands  ^ 
So  hell  exerts  a  greater  heat, 

To  punifh  thofe  whofe  crimes  are  great. 

78  Not  one  is  in  this  dungeon  found, 
Who,  hand  and  foot,  is  not  well  bound, 
And  in  eternal  chains  tie'd  faft, 

For  all  his  fins,  and  follies  pad. 

79  Thro'  all  it's  boundlefs,  drear,  domains, 
A  darknefs  palpable  flill  reigns  ; 

Nor  ever,  fince  the  world  was  made, 
Has  light  illume'd  the  joylefs  glade. 

80  'Tis  fetid,  to  the  lafl  degree, 

A  flench  more  noifome  cannot  be 
Though  thoufands  flill  the  fink  defile, 
It  never  has  been  cleans'd  the  while.. 

S  1   There  worms  infatiate  ever  prey 

On  conlcious  finners,  night  and  day 

A  fort  of  worms,  that  never  die, 
But  gnaw  to  all  eternity  ! 

82  More  than  ten  thoufand  devils  fland 
Around  the  damn'd,  a  dreadful  band, 
And  to  torment  them  never  ceafe, 
Without  an  hour,  or  moment's  eafe. 

S3  Yet  though  they  never  ceafe  to  beat, 
(Their  hellifh  rancour  is  fo  great !) 
And  bruife  the  damn'd  almofl  to  death. 
They  never  flop  to  take  their  breath. 

84  Thefe  everlafling  tortures  fall, 
Without  refpedl  of  rank  on  all  • 
Yet  each  does  feperately  fmart. 
But  chiefly  in  the  pecant  part. 

C  c  S5  No 


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3$  No  objects  there  the  eye  e'er  fees, 
But  gaftly  ghofts  of  all  degrees, 
And  wretched  fouls  that  ever  weep, 
In  this  unfathomable  deep. 

$6  No  food  their  famifh'd  mouths  e'er  tafte, 
But  locufls'  gall,  a  dire  repaft ! 
No  drink  they  have,  but  when  they  fup 
The  dregs  of  God's  difpleafure  up. 

By  Their  ears  no  other  mufic  know, 

But  fhrieks  of  fiends,  and  founds  of  woe, 

And  the  unfufferable  yell 

Of  thofe,  who  gnafn  their  teeth  in  hell. 

88  On  red-hot  coals  the  tongue  is  broil'd, 
Or  elfe  in  bubbling  fulphur  boil'd, 
Without  a  drop  of  drink  toJ  afiuage 
The  fire's  intolerable  rage. 

$9  The  noftrils  ev'ry  brimftone-gale, 

Which  from  the  dungeon  reeks,  inhale, 
A  place,  ne'er  cleans'd,  fince  Adam  fell, 
And  fraught  with  ev'ry  filthy  fmell. 

go  Bound  with  an  adamantine  chain 
The  hands  and  feet  of  all  remain, 
So  that  they  cannot  move,  or  turn 
From  that  fame  fpot,  wherein  they  burn. 

9 1  All  grate  their  teeth  with  ihocking  grin, 
With  hideous  yells  and  horrid  din, 
That  terror  and  amazement  feize, 

Who  hears  their  moans,  and  manners  fees. 

92  The  gnawing  worm,  that  never  dies, 
In  ev'ry  confcious  bofom  lies, 

And  tears  voracioufly  it's  prey, 
Yet  never  can  it's  hunger  lay. 

93  As  all  my  members  finn'd,  each  part, 
Even  my  tongue  itfelf,  does  fmart ; 
But  ev'ry  member  does  fuflain, 

For  different  fins,  a  difF rent  pain. 


94  As 


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94  As  ev'ry  limb  fome  evil  bears, 

And  ev'ry  part  fome  torment  fhares, 

So  mail  thofe  evils  all  attend 

The  wicked,  without  paufe  or  end. 

95  Ne'er  mail  the'  avenging  worm  expire, 
Ne'er  fhall  be  quench'd  the  penal  fire, 
And  death,  to  all  entreaties  dumb, 
To  end  their  pains,  will  never  come. 

96  The  deluge,  in  a  year,  retire'd, 
And,  in  a  day,  was  Sodom  fire'd, 
Sevn  years,  the  Egyptian  famine  rage'd  ; 
But  my  pains,  ne'er,  can  be  affuage'd. 

97  If  in  a  thoufand  years,  or  fo, 

Thofe  pains  fhou'd  fome  ceffation  know, 
Some  comfort  to  my  heart  'twou'd  give  ; 
But  I  in  endlefs  woe  muft  live ! 

98  The  word  of  God  my  heart  difmays, 

The  word  e'en  on  my  vitals  preys 

The  word  is  to  my  foul  a  fnare • 

The  word  e'en  drives  me  to  defpair. 

99  To  bear  fuch  hellifh  pains,  is  hard, 
But  harder  'tis,  to  be  debarr'd 
Thy  Saviour's  prefence,  and  refign 
Heav'n's  joys,  and  company  divine. 

100  To  lofe  my  life,  and  vafl  reward- 


To  lofe  Chrift  and  his  faints,  is  hard- 


'Tis  hard,  heav'n  and  it's  joys  to  mifs, 
With  God  himfelf,  and  ev'ry  blifs ! 

1 0 1  May  blackeft  curfes  blaft  the  morn, 
The  very  hour,  when  I  was  born  ! 
May  hell,  too,  prove  my  mother's  doom, 
That  toads  me  bare  not  in  my  room  ! 

102  I  wifh  that  me  my  neck  had  broke, 
Or  chopp'd  my  head  off  at  a  ftroke, 
When  me  fo  vile  a  fon  did  bear, 
An  angry  Godhead's  wrath  to  fear. 

C  c  2  103  There's 


I   404  ] 

103  There's  neither  fiend,  nor  finner  found 
In  hell,  and  all  it's  cells  around, 

That  does  not  join,  both  fmall  and  great, 
Me,  hopelefs  wretch !   in  turn  to  beat. 

104  There's  not  a  foul,  fince  Adam  fell, 
That  fuffers  greater  pains  in  hell 
Nor  any  one,  that  undergoes 

More  grievous  wants  or  greater  woes. 

105  Such  are  my  pains!   fuch  mydiflrefs! 
Such  heavy  woes  my  foul  opprefs  ! 
Such  is  the  ftate  I  now  am  in, 
Each  hour  tormented  for  my  fin  \ 

106  My  Brethren,  therefore,  I  advife 
You,  and  each  finner  that  is  wife, 
Take  warning  (e'er  the  day  of  death) 
Or  you  will  go  to  hell  beneath. 

107  If  you  don't  leave  each  fmful  way, 
And  ev'ry  Chriftian  rule  obey, 

The  God  of  vengeance  won't,  I  know, 
To  you,  than  me,  more  mercy  mow. 

108  That  none  of  us  may  ever  dwell 
With  Dives  in  the  flames  of  hell, 
Let  us  reflect,  e'er  'tis  too  late, 
What  torments  Satan's  flaves  await ! 


That  it  is  in  vain  to  Pray  for  the  Dead. 

1  lfc  /TY  dear  Relation,  and  the  Friend  I  love, 
jLVA    You've  put  to  me  a  queftion  I  approve : 
I  therefore  think  myfelf  in  duty  bound 
To  give  it  a  folution  fafe  and  found. 

2    You  thus  before  me  did  the  queftion  lay— — 
"  Is  any  Clergyman  allow'd  to  pray 
For  him,  that  is  of  fenfe  and  life  bereft, 
Whofe  foul  already  has  his  body  left  V* 

a  To 


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3  To  this  demand  I  make  this  clear  reply ■— 

That  holy  fcripture  always  does  deny 

Us  leave,  by  prohibition  ftrong  and  plain, 
To  pray  for  the  deceas'd  with  efforts  vain. 

4  Our  God  obliges  ev'ry  foul  to  dwell, 
Either  in  heav'n,  or  with  the  damn'd  in  hell, 
When  once  it  from  the  body  takes  it's  flight, 
According;  as  it's  works  are  wrono;,  or  ri<zht. 

5  The  fouls  of  thole,  who  properly  believe, 

As  foon  as  they  their  clay-built  manfions  leave, 
Like  holy  Lazarus,  above  the  Iky, 
Immediately  among  the  angels  fly. 

6  Whilft  the  ungodly,  in  the  pit  below, 
(Whene'er  their  fouls  from  their  pale  bodies  go) 
Are  force'd  for  ever  in  fierce  flames  to  roll, 
Like  worldly  Dives's  unhappy  foul. 

7  The  former,  with  true  joys  and  blifs  abound, 
And  are  with  honours  and  with  glory  crown'd — 
So  great,  they  need  not  any  more  requeft, 

But  quite  contented  with  their  ftation  reft. 

8  They  need  not  any  one  for  them  to  pray, 
So  happy  !   fo  fupremely  bleft  are  they  ! 
For  each  of  them  is  an  invited  gueft, 

And  with  the  Lamb  fits  at  his  iumptuous  feaft. 

q  The  latter,  ne'er  fhall  quit  the  dens  of  hell, 
But  there  inceifantly  in  torment  yell, 
Whatever  offerings  for  their  fouls  you  pay — 
However  oft  you  for  their  pardons  pray. 

10  Whene'er  a  man,  whoe'er  he  be,  is  dead, 
And  has  been  once  to  God's  tribunal  led, 
It  is  in  vain,  for  any  human  pow'r, 
For  his  forgivenefs  ever  to  implore, 

i  i  Though  Job  and  Daniel,  many  times  a  day- 


Though  Abraham,  Mofes,  Samuel,  fhou'd  pray 
For  fuch  a  one — yet  they  cou'd  ne'er  affuage, 
By  all  their  efforts,  hell's  tremendous  rage. 

C  c  3  12  Shou'd 


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12  Shou'd  all  the  priefts,  in  all  the  world,  unite, 
And  fupplicate  the  Lord  with  all  their  might, 
And  place  before  him  gifts  of  ev'ry  kind, 

The  God. of  truth  wou'd  never  change  his  mind. 

13  Shou'd  all  the  globe  unto  the  Godhead  pray, 
The  dead-man's  dreadful  torments  to  allay, 

Their  fupplications  wou'd  be  all  in  vain ■ 

A  drop  of  water  he  fhou'd  not  obtain. 

14  God's  fentence  pafs'd,  can  ne'er  be  done  away. 
Where  the  tree  falls,  it  there  muft  ever  flay. 
God  ne'er  will  alter,  what  he  once  defign  d. 
He  never  yet  was  known  to  change  his  mind. 

15  God,  from  his  purpofe,  ne'er  can  be  removed 

He'll  ne'er  reverfe  the  doom,  he  once  approve'd — 
Not  all  the  world,  was  all  the  world  agree'd, 

Nor  heav'n,  nor  earth,  his  fentence  can  impede. 

16  The  time  for  pray'r  is,  e'er  each  mortal  dies ; 

It  nought  avails  him,  after  his  demife 

A  prayer,  after  one's  deceafe  p refer r'd, 

Can  ne'er  prevail,  and  never  fhall  be  heard. 

17  1  therefore  ev'ry  man  on  earth  advife 
(If  he  wou'd  be  unto  falvation  wife) 

To  pray,  whilfl  yet  alive,  if  he  wou'd  fain 
Any  advantage  from  his  prayers  gain. 

18  Get  thou  thy  wedding-drefs,  get  oil,  get  light, 

Get  grace,  e'er  thou'rt  furpriz'd  by  death  and  night-* 
When  once  the  day  of  grace  is  pafs'd,  'tis  plain, 
The  leaft  requeft  thou  canft  not  then  obtain. 

39  All  of  us  fhou'd,  before  our  death,  implore, 
With  application  warm,  the'  eternal  Pow'r 
That  is  the  time,  our  fuit  lhou'd  be  preferr'd, 
That  is  the  time,  our  prayer  may  be  heard. 

20  Before  we  die,  and  lhall  from  hence  be  gone, 
It  is  that  heav'n  is  either  loft,  or  won 

The  fimple  fot,  when  dead,  no  profit  gains, 
Since  nought,  but  judgement,  for  him  then  remains. 

21  Before 


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2 1  Before  we  die,  we  muft  reform  our  hearts, 
Whilft  yet  'tis  day,  we  all  muft  act  our  parts, 
Our  Saviour  fays,  that,  when  it  once  is  night, 
No  mortal  can  perform  his  work  aright. 

22  (Thrift  orders  each  oppreiTor  to  agree 
With  all,  with  whom  he  may  at  variance  be, 
Whilft  he  is  yet  upon  the  way,  and  not 

As  yet  into  his  Judge's  prefence  brought : 

23  Left,  hand  and  foot,  in  durance  ftricl  confin'd, 
He  be  atlaft  to  penal  flames  confign'd: 
Becaufe  in  time  he  did  not  juitice  choole  ; 

Not  all  the  world  from  thence  can  get  him  loofe. 

24  King  David  knew  full  well,  the  time  was  paft, 
(When  once  his  fav'rite  child  had  breathe'd  his  laft) 
And  that  'twas  vain  for  him  to  fried  a  tear, 

Or  importune  the  Deity  with  pray'r. 

25  It  is  not  therefore  right  for  any  one 

To  pray  for  any  friend,  that's  dead  and  gone — 
Whom  he  believes  to  have  been  fent  to  reft 
In  endlefs  happinefs,  among  the  bleft. 

26  Nor  is  there  room  for  any  man  to  pray, 
(When  from  this  world  he  once  is  gone  away) 
Whom  you  believe,  as  naked  here  he  came, 

To  have  gone  naked  hence  to  hell's  fierce  flame. 

27  There  are  two  places  only  to  us  known, 
For  any  man,  when  he  from  hence  is  gone, 
Or  heaven  above,  or  hell's  infernal  vale  : 
For  purgatory's  but  an  idle  tale. 

28  There  is  no  need,  for  any  one  to  pray, 
For  him,  that  is  allow'd  in  heav'n  to  flay, 

Or  fhou'd  he  make  the  infernal  lake  his  home, 
He  ne'er  fhall  have  permiiTion  thence  to  come. 

29  It  therefore  was  a  cuftom  moft  abfurd, 
For  any  prieft  to  fpeak  a  fingle  word, 
In  favour  of  the  foul  that  hence  is  fled, 
Only  to  rob  the  heedlefs  of  their  bread. 

C  c  4  30    I  he 


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30  The  beft  amongft  them  will  not  now  admit 
Of  thofe  impoftures,  or  fuch  pray'rs  permit, 
Or  none  but  cheats,  whofe  aim  is  to  impofe, 
And  gain  alone  unto  themfelves  propofe. 

3 1  It  is  a  duty,  that  upon  them  lies, 

When  any  good  and  righteous  perfon  dies, 
Due  thanks  unto  the  Lord  above  to  give, 
In  certain  hopes  that  he  again  fhall  live. 

3  2  But  that  a  prieft  fhou'd  any  favour  crave 
For  one  that's  dead,  and  burie'd  in  the  grave, 
It  is  a  thing  forbidden  and  unfit, 
Which  no  one  but  a  fool  will  e'er  permit. 

33  Thus  to  the  queftion  afk'd,  my  friend,  by  you, 
I've  given  a  folution  juft  and  true  : 
May  God  increafe  your  faith,  and  grant  you  grace  , 
Among  the  faints  above,  to  fhew  your  face  ! 

Mr.  Prichard's  Advice  to  his  Son  Samuel. 

1  XpOr  heaven's  fake,  my  Sammy  dear ! 

Jt/     In  mind,  till  death,  thofe  precepts  bear  : 
Chrift  on  thy  bended  knees  adore, 
When  in  my  fight  thou  art  no  more. 

2  Call  on  thy  God,  and  Saviour  dear, 
With  ardent  faith,  and  heart  fincere, 
And,  whilft  abroad,  incefTant  pray 
For  his  affiftance,  night  and  day. 

3  Bend  both  thv  knees,  both  hands  up-rife, 
And  fix  on  Chrift  thy  longing  eyes, 
For  his  bleft  aid  and  blefling  pray, 

On  all  occafions — when  away. 
'4  So  fhall  he  fliield  my  Sammy  ftill 
From  ev'ry  harm,  and  ev'ry  ill, 
And  ne'er  to  want  will  let  him  come, 
^Whilft  he  is  far  from  me,  and  home. 

z  To 


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5  To  God,  for  his  afliftance,  pray, 

That  thou  may'ft  Chrift  know,  and  obey, 
Whilft  yet  thon  only  art  a  boy; 
Be  that,  abroad,  thy  chief  employ. 

6  Ufe  thou  thyfelf  the  God  of  truth 
To  fear  and  worfhip,  in  thy  youth  -, 
So. thou,  by  due  degrees,  wilt  come 

To  ferve  him,  when  grown  up,  at  home. 

7  With  pleafure  to  thy  fludies  go, 
And  be  not  in  thy  learning  flow, 
Yet  I  forbid  thee  not  to  play 

At  times,  whilft  thou'rt  from  me  away. 

8  When  idle,  touch  the  harp's  fweet  firing, 
Or  elfe  thole  pfalms,  that  follow,  fing : 
'Twill  oft  a  good  amufement  be, 
When  thou  art  far  from  home,  and  me. 

9  Still  chirping,  like  the  cricket,  keep, 
Nor  for  thy  mother  fondly  weep  : 
For  God,  abroad,  will  unto  thee 

A  father  and  a  mother  be. 

I  o  God  give  thee  grace,   God  blefs  my  fon — 

God  teach  thee  in  his  paths  to  run 

God  be  thy  guardian,  night  and  day, 
Whilft  thou  from  us  art  far  away. 

PART    11. 

I I  Juft  at  the  dawn  of  day  arife, 

When  firft  the  *  lav'rock  mounts  the  fkies, 
'Twill  bring  thee  long  and  lafting  health, 
'Twill  bring  thee  learning,  virtue,  wealth. 
1 2  Put  on  thy  clothes,  without  delay, 
Be  always  neat  in  thy  array, 
Be  ev'ry  button  place'd  aright, 
E'er  thou  prefume'ft  to  come  in  fight. 

13  Firft 

*  An  almofl  obfolete  word  for  nLark>  and  of  which  Lark  is  very 
probably  a  contraction. 


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1 3  Firft  wafh  thy  face,  and  comb  thy  hair, 
Thy  cravat  then  adjuft  with  care, 

Let  all  thy  drefs  be  clean  and  tight, 
For  that  is  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

14  When  thou  art  drefs'd,  then  go  to  pray7 
Without  deception,  or  delay, 

And  fall  upon  thy  knees  in  hafte, 
E'er  thou  a  bit,  or  drop,  doft  tafte. 

15  When  to  God's  prefence  thou  doft  bring 
Thy  prayers — think,  that  he's  a  King, 
Whofe  courts  the  very  angels  tread, 
With  humble  thoughts,  and  aweful  dread. 

1 6  Upon  thy  knees,  my  fon  !  draw  near, 

When  thou  before  Him  doft  appear 

Nor  dare  to  make  the  leaft  addrefs, 
Which  does  not  a  juft  fear  exprefs. 

[%J  When  once  upon  thy  knees,  ne'er  rife, 
'Till  thou  haft  lift  to  God  thine  eyes, 
Then  doubt  not  any  boon  to  crave, 
Which  thou  doft  really  want  to  have. 

1 8  Tho'  God's  a  king  of  wond'rous  might, 
Of  ftrength  and  honour  infinite, 

Yet  ftill  the  fcriptures  plainly  mow, 
That  He's  a  tender  Father  too. 

19  Whatever  gift  thou  doft  defire, 

Or  grace,  or  virtue,  afk  thy  Sire 

And  God,  when  afk'd,  will  freely  grant, 
Whatever  thou  doft  truly  want. 

20  Thy  fuit  with  equal  ardor  make 
To  him,  and  no  refufal  take  : 

God  grants  with  eafe  each  juft  requeft, 
That  is  with  earneftnefs  expreft. 

21  He'll  grant  his  aid,  if  it's  implore'd 

He'll  hear,  if  rightly  he's  adore'd 


Place  then  thy  truft  in  Him,  and  He 
Will  keep  thee  from  all  danger  free. 


22  Keep 


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22  Keep  Him,  and  He'll  keep  thee,  in  mind, 
And  nothing  wanting  malt  thou  find  : 

Whoe'er  refpects  Him,  He'll  refpect 

Whoe'er  rejects  Him,  He'll  reject  ! 

23  Prefer  to  Him  each  day  thy  pray'r, 
And  He  will  take  of  thee  fuch  care, 
As  if  He  had  no  other  fon 

To  mind,  or  guard,  but  thee  alone. 

24  Remember  this  good  caution  ftill, 
My  Sammy,  whether  well,  or  ill, 

Serve  thou  thy  God,  both  night  and  day, 
And  at  fix'd  times  unto  him  pray. 

25  If  in  thy  youth  it  be  thy  ufe, 

To  ferve  thy  God — thou  canft  not  chufe 
But  ferve  him  ftill,  when  age  appears, 
And  filvers  o'er  thy  dropping  hairs. 

26  God  give  both  ftrength  and  grace  to  thee, 
His  fervant,  all  thy  life,  to  be, 

'Till  thou,  triumphant,  at  it's  end, 
Shalt,  as  Chrift's  heir,  the  Ikies  afcend. 

A  PRAYER  for  Mr.  Samuel  Prichard, 
the  Author's  Son. 

1  i^\  God,  by  whom  all  good  is  given  ! 

V^y  Thou  Sire  of  light  !  thou  King  of  heaven  f 
Behold,  and  lift  to  my  requeft,      ' 
However  young,  weak,  and  diftreft  ! 

2  Upon  my  knees  I  now  prefume 

Before  thy  throne,  my  King  !  to  come — 
An  humble  fuit,  to  thee,  to  make ; 
Refuie  me  not,  for  Jefu's  fake : 

3  To  ask thou  gaveft  me  command, 

And  promifed'ft  that,  at  thy  hand, 

Whate'er  I  ask'd  I  fhou'd  obtain  : 

I  ask -let  me  not  ask  in  vain  ! 

4  King 


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4  King  Solomon,  with  knowledge  bleft, 
To  thee  for  wifdom  made  requeft, 
Thou  gavefl  him  what  he  defire'd, 
Nay,  more  by  far  than  he  require'd. 

5  The  patriarch  Jacob  on  his  way, 
For  food  and  clothes  alone  did  pray ; 
Thou  gavefl  what  He  ask'd,  and  more 
By  far  than  he  petition'd  for. 

6 1  alfo,  my  Creator  dear  ! 
Upon  my  bended  knees  draw  near, 
And  for  a  boon  to  thee  apply  : 
For  Jefu's  fake,  do  not  deny  ! 

7  I  ask  no  wealth,  nor  worldly  (lore — — 

I  ask  not  pleafures,  pomp,  or  pow'r 

I  only  ask  thy  grace and  might, 

To  ferve  and  worfhip  thee  aright. 

8  Then  give  me  grace  and  give  me  pow'r, 
That  I  may  thee,  while  young,  adore, 
And  with  true  faith  and  heart  fincere, 
May  in  thy  doctrines  perfevere ! 

9  Permit  me  not  in  idlenefs 

To  fpend  my  days,  or  in  excefs, 
But  caufe  me,  in  life's  earlieft  ftage, 
Lord  !  in  thy  fervice  to  engage. 

i  o"  Open  thy  treafures,  and  impart 

Thy  grace  to  me,  and  teach  my  heart, 
To  know  thee  in  my  tender  years, 
Like  Daniel,   and  his  young  compeers. 

\i  i  As  Jeremiah,  in  his  youth, 

Did  worfhip  thee,  his  God,  in  truth 

Give  grace  like  him,  my  God  !    to  me, 
Whilft  young,  in  truth  to  worfhip  thee. 

j  2  I  offer  up  myfelf  to  thee, 

Now  in  my  youth,  accept  of  me, 
And  grant  that  I,  in  ev'ry  ftage, 
May  in  thy  fervice  ftill  engage. 

13  Thou 


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1 3  Thou  to  thy  fervice  didfl  admit 
The  prophet  Samuel,  as  yet 

A  boy,  and  (till  fo  very  young, 
That  he  cou'd  hardly  walk  along. 

1 4  Admit  me  alfo,  I  implore 

That  I  may  thee,  whilft  young,  adore, 
And  fo  reveal  to  me  thy  will, 
That  I  may  rightly  it  fulfil. 

15  Equip  me,  O  my  God!  aright, 
With  ev'ry  gift  that's  requifite, 
For  one,  who  chufes  ftill  to  be 
A  conftant  votary  to  thee. 

16  Open  my  understanding's  eyes, 
And  make  me  in  thy  knowledge  wile, 
That  I  the  myfteries  may  know, 
Which  from  the  law,  and  gofpel  flow. 

1 7  Now,  in  my  youth,  a  fpark  impart 
Of  thy  true  grace  unto  my  heart, 
That  it  with  ardent  zeal  may  flame 
For  the  Almighty's  facred  name. 

1 8  Touch  thou,  O  Lord  !  my  lips  and  tongue 
With  that  live  coal,  whilft  I  am  young, 
Which  from  thy  holy  altar  fell, 

That  I  thy  praife  aloud  may  tell ! 

19  Enable  me,  my  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  learn  and  fo  digeft  thy  word, 
That  I  may  comprehend  aright 
What  for  my  peace  is  requifite. 

20  To  all  thy  people  let  me  be, 
A  pattern  of  true  piety, 

And  let  me  ever  fpend  my  days 
In  things,  that  tend  unto  thy  praife, 

2 1  This  is  the  only  fuit  I  make, 
Do  not  refufe,  for  Jefu's  fake, 
Me  grace,  my  Maker  to  adore  : 
9Tis  the  only  boon  that  I  implore! 


22  O 


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22  O  let  me  not  mif-fpend  my  time 
Jn  any  fin,  or  heinous  crime — 
But  let  me  fpend  it  in  fuch  ways, 
As  tend  to  manifeft  thy  praife  ! 

23  Upon  my  works,  thy  bleffing  pour, 
Increafe  my  knowledge  ev'ry  hour, 
Give  me  true  wifdom  to  difcern, . 
And  to  remember,  what  I  learn. 

24  Let  me  be  guarded  by  thy  eyes 

Let  me  be  fhielded  from  furprize— - 
Let  thy  bleft  Spirit  me  dire£t- 


And  let  thy  providence  protect. 
25  All  honour  be,  my  King,  to  thee, 

Both  night  and  day ! and  grace,  to  me! 

True  glory  be  for  ever  more 
Unto  the  Lord  whom  I  adore  ! 

Another  Piece  of  Advice  unto  a  Youth. 

1  fT^O  cram  thy  body,  ne'er  thy  foul  deftroy 

J[     Nor  anger  God,  to  pleafe  the'  infernal  crew — 

To  purchafe  earth,  ne'er  fell  celeftial  joy 

And  fin  no  more left  a  worfe  thing  enfue. 

2  Tho'  thou,  each  day,  fhou'dft  heav'n-dropp'd  manna 
And  glut  thy  maw  with  the  moft  dainty  meat ;  [eat, 
What  art  thou  better  for  fuch  fare  at  laft, 

If  thou  in  hell  muft  keep  an  endlefs  faft  ? 

3  Though  thou  fhou'dft  daily  drink  the  choiceft  wine. 
And  in  rich  robes  of  regal  purple  fhine, 

Or  tread  upon  the  neck  of  fome  great  king ; 
If  Heaven's  loft what  profit  can  it  bring  ? 

4  Though  thou  didft  own  the  riches  of  the  eaft, 
And  wert  of  kingdoms ;  nay,  the  world  pofTeft; 
"What  wou'd  fuch  pomps  and  vanities  avail, 

If  thou,  at  laft,  to  fave  thy  foul  fhou'dft  fail  ? 

5  Though 


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5  Though  Venus  yielded  to  thy  warm  defires, 
And  faireft  beauties  deign'd  to  quench  thy  fires, 
What  are  thy  gains,  when  all  is  faid  and  done, 
When  thy  poor  foul  is  to  the  Devil  gone  ? 

6  Though  all  the  world  to  flatter  thee  fhou'd  join, 
And  buoy  thee  up  in  any  bad  defign  : 

It  matters  not  if  all  the  world  applaud, 
If  thou  haft  by  thy  vices  ang'red  God. 

7  'Tis  better  God,    than  all  the  world,  obey- 


To  curb  a  part,  than  throw  the  whole  away— — 
Slightly  to  toil,  than  in  fierce  flames  to  dwell ! 
E'en  bread  and  water,  Hell's  belt  feafts  excel. 

8  Serve  Chrift,  but  with  the  Devil  combat  hard, 
And  thou  a  crown  fhalt  gain  for  thy  reward  : 
Humble  thy  flefh,  thy  foul  preferve  with  care, 
And  thou  fnalt  in  Chrift's  bleffed  banquet  fharc. 

Mr.  PRI  CHARD's  Complaint  of  the 
Town  of  Landovery  (the  Author's  Parifh) 

And  his  Advice  and  Warning  to  that  Place. 

i     A   H  me  !   Landovery,  thou  art  wanting  found, 
x\.  For  God  thy  fins  has  in  the  balance  weigh'd ; 
In  drofs  and  dregs  alone  doft  thou  abound : 
Of  thy  Creator  henceforth  be  afraid  ! 

2  A  heavy  rod  long  fince  prepare'd  has  been, 
To  punifh  thee  for  all  thy  fumlefs  crimes, 
And  for  thy  daily-growing  mafs  of  fin  : 
To  fhun  the  punifhment,  repent  betimes  ! 

3  Long,  e'er  he  ftrikes,  the  Deity  will  ftay, 
But  heavy  will  his  hoarded  vengeance  fall ; 
Thy  long  arrears  and  countlefs  fcore  he'll  pay 
In  full,  with  double  intereft,  once  for  all. 

4  He 


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4  He  gives  thee  time  to  mend  each  wicked  way- 
He  gives  thee  frequent  warnings,   to  repent- 


Then  take  his  warning whilft  'tis  yet  to-day, 

Or  thou  fhalt  foon  thy  negligence  lament. 

5  The  longer  God,  out  of  mere  mercy  flays, 
For  thee  thy  finful  morals  to  amend ; 

Still  worfe  and  worfe  each  day  are  all  thy  ways: 
But  woe,  alas  !  be  to  thee  in  the  end. 

6  When  the  Almighty  puniiriment  delays, 
And  pours  no  vengeance  on  Religion's  foes, 

The  more,  each  day,  the  treafur'd  vengeance  weighs : 
The  more  thy  fins,  the  heavier  his  blows. 

7  In  time,  then,  of  the  wrath  divine  take  heed, 

Though  (lack  to  come,  yet  it  will  furely  come— 

It's  feet  are  down,  but,  ah !  it's  fid  is  lead: 
Though  flow  to  ftrike,  yet  when  it  ftrikes,  'tis  home, 

8  Like  Sodom  and  Gomorrah,  thou  art  grown, 
Which  never  from  their  odious  vices  turn'd 
(Or  like  Samariah's  fuperftitious  town) 
Until  at  length  to  duft  and  afhes  burn'd. 

9  As  bad  as  Pharaoh's  is  thy  callous  heart, 

Who  was  with  a  cafe-hard'ned  confcience  curs'd, 
And  wou'd  not  from  his  vicious  ways  depart, 
'Till  he  by  unexampled  plagues  was  forc'd. 
i  o  My  cautions  thou  fo  often  halt  abufe'd, 
(For  good  advice  was  not  to  thee  unknown) 
That  there's  no  room  for  thee  to  be  excufe'd : 
Ah,  woe  is  thee,  thou  poor  unhappy  Town  ! 

1 1  E'er  the  cock  crow'd,  I  rofe  each  circling  day, 
Thy  rebel  paflions  ftriving  to  reftrain, 

In  hopes  to  turn  thee  from  each  finful  way  -, 
But  it  was  labour  loft,  and  all  in  vain. 

12  In  heav'n's  loud  trump  I  blew  a  dreadful  blaft, 
To  fhew  how  God  pours  vengeance  on  his  foes  -, 
Yet  ftill  thou  fnoreit-on  unto  the  laft, 

And  nought  can  break  thy  perilous  repofe. 

13  To 


f  417  j 

13  To  thee  the  Gofpel  I  full  oft  have  read, 
And  all  thepromiies  therein  contained, 
To  wooe  thee  in  it's  facred  paths  to  tread  ; 

Yet  nought  I  thence,  but  heart-felt  grief  have  gain'd, 

1 4  I  drove,  with  all  the  terrors  of  the  law, 

And  God's  dread  plagues,  to  frighten  thee  from  ill--? 
I  ftrove  to  rein  and  curb  thy  ftubborn  jaw, 
But  thou  art  reftirT,  mad,  and  headftrong  ftill. 

1 5  I  pipe'd  to  thee,  thou  didft  not  like  the  fport — 
I  wept  full  fore,  and  yet  thou  didft  not  mourn' — 1 
Means,  (fair  and  foul)  I  trie'd  of  ev'ry  fort, 
Yet  thou  didft  nought  but  ridicule  return. 

16  What  cou'd  I,  then,  unhappy  Town!   do  more, 
Than  to  the  brink  of  fome  lone  ftream  retire, 
And  tears  of  blood  for  thy  tranfgre (lions  pour, 
To  fee  thee  led  to  hell's  eternal  fire  ? 

1 7  Who  wou'd  not  weep  to  fee  the  wily  fiend 
Draw  thee  along,  e'en  by  a  filken  thread, 
To  that  abyfs,  whofe  torments  know  no  end, 
By  the  fweet  bait  of  carnal  pleafure  led  ? 

18  Efau  difpofed  of  his  birth-right  of   old, 
A  mefs  of  pcttage  was  the  paltry  price ! 

Thou,  worle  than  him,  the  heav'ns<hemfelves  haft  fole] 
For  barley-broth — in  fpite  of  my  advice. 

19  'Tis   this,  alas!  that  cuts  me  to  the  heart, 

When  I  thy  numberlefs  mifdeeds  furvey 

That  I  muft  not  prefume  to  take  thy  part, 

Or  veil  thy  crimes,  on  God's  tremendous  day  : 

20  And  yet  'tis  hard,  'tis  wondrous  hard,  alas! 

A  father,  though  by  blood  and  nature  move'd, 
The  fatal  fentence  fhou'd  be  force'd  to  pais 
Upon  the  crimes,  e'en  of  his  beft-belove'd. 

1 1  Yet  this  will  be,  nay,  this  muft  be  the  cafe, 
If  loon  thy  finful  life  thou  doll  not  mend: 
Then,  forChrift's  lake,  thefe  overture*  embra 
I  lis  plagues,  to  punifh  thee,  fhall  fend. 

D  d  22  A 


L    4i8    3 

2  a  A  veil  of  iack-cloth  o'er  thy  body  ca£t 

Weep,  till  thy  bed  in  floods  of  tears  be  drown'd. 
And  neither  meat,  nor  any  liquor  tafte, 
'Till  for  thy  vices  thou  haft  pardon  found. 

23  Thy  bofom  beat — thy  hair  by  handfuls  tear- 


A-down  thy  cheeks  let  tears  in  torrents  run, 
And  ne'er  to  own  thy  heinous  crimes  forbear- 


But  cry,  "  Forgive  me,  Lord !  the  ill  I've  done." 

24  Uncleannefs  of  all  kind,  and  ev'ry  guile, 
Deceit,  and  fornication,  call  away, 
Avoid  excefs,  and  hide  thy  vices  vile  ; 

•    For  God  does  all  thy  wickednefs  furvey. 

25  A  dreadful  doom  hangs  o'er  thee,  ev'ry  day, 
Sufpended  only  by  a  (lender  thread, 

And  yet  thy  fins  with  one  accord  allay, 
,  To  pull  it  down  upon  thy  guilty  head, 

26  Beware  then — hold  thy  hand,  and  fin  no  more-, 
As  fwift  as  light'ning  is  the  wrath  divine : 

I  give  thee  all  the  warning  in  my  pow'r. 
If  thou  refufefl  it,  the  fault  is  thine. 


The  PASTOR's  Complaint. 

1  TI  THat  forrows  in  my  foul,  O  God  !   arife, 

V  V     The  vaft  perverfenefs  of  mankind  to  fee  f 
Shou'd  any  ftrive  to  lead  them  to  the  fkies, 
To  quenchlefs  fires  they'd  rather  madly  flee. 

2  To  bleach  the  moor,  requires  no  greater  art, 
Or  Jordan's  ftream  up  Hermon's  hill  to  roll, 
Than  to  perfuade  the  fool's  obdurate  heart, 
To  fear  his  God,  and  to  preferve  his  foul. 

3  Ufe  ev'ry  means,  though  fair  or  foul  they  be, 

To  charm  the  deaf-ear'd  make,  you  charm  in  vain : 
Prune,  as  you  pleale,  a  rotten- hearted  tree, 
You  neither  fruit,  norfhade,  fhall  long  obtain. 

4  Teach, 


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4  Teach,  mew,  exhort,  conjure  the  debauchee, 
A  vicious  life  he  to  the  lait  will  lead: 

Try  both  the  law  and  gofpel,  yet  from  thee 
He'll  only  with  a  fneer  avert  his  head. 

5  "\Vhether  the  prophets'  terrors  you  make  known. 
Or  in  the*  apoftles  milder  flyle  advife, 

As  well  you  beat  your  head  againft  a  Hone ; 
He'll  only  do  what's  pleafing  in  his  eyes. 

6  My  heart  with  heavinefs  is  therefore  fill'd: 
Ah  me !   that  God  had  not  in  pity  chofe, 
To  give  mc  charge  of  beads,  by  nature  wild, 
Rather  than  men,  worfe  than  the  worft  of  thofe  ! 

7  As,  e'en  from  rlow'rs,  of  fweeteft  tafte  and  fmell^ 
The  fpider  can  a  deadly  poifon  draw  : 

Some  ill  the  reprobate  can  full  as  well 
Extract  from  God's  own  word,  and  facred  law. 

8  Since  our  Redeemer  Chrift  fo  kind  has  been, 
As  for  our  fakes  his  heart's  beft  blood  to  lofe, 
And  give  it  as  a  ranfom  for  our  fin  ; 

Many,  on  that  account,  to  fin  {till  chufe: 

9  'Caufe  Lot  and  Noah  were  for  once  fubdue'd 
By  wine,  and  Jonah  was  of  old  morofe-, 
Many  their  faults  with  ardor  have  purfue'd, 
Who  never  one  of  all  their  virtues  chofe. 

10  Each  forward  youth  is  apt  tofwear  and  ban, 
Like  Peter,  when  his  m after  he  difclaim'd  i 
But  why,  alas!  can  1  not  fee  the  man, 
Who  is,  like  Peter,  of  this  vice  reclaim' d  ? 

1 1  Many  purfuc  the  track  of  David  clofe, 
When  to  adultery  he  plunge'd  unwife  : 
But  I  can't  find  a  fingle  foul  of  thofe, 
Who  in  his  penitence  with  David  vies. 

^2   I'll  quit,  lays  one,  my  darling  vices  quite, 
And  end  my  follies  with  the  preient  year — 
But,  what  fays  Chrift  P-  "  Suppcie  this  very  night, 
The  fiends  thy  foul  fhou'd  to  hell-torments  bear!" 
D  d  2  13  To 


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1 3  To-day,  we  will  have  fport,  another  cries, 
To-morrow,  we'll  our  wicked  lives  amend. 
That  very  night,  o'ercome  by  drink,  he  dies  ^ 
How  foon,  alas!  his  promis'd  pleafures  end  ? 

14  A  third  indulges  thefe  fallacious  thoughts, 

"  Suppofe  my  faults  the  higheft  hills  tranfcend, 
"  Yet  greater  are  God's  mercies  than  my  faults, 
"  And  he'll  forgive  me  at  my  latter  end." 

1 5  So,  becaufe  God  is  found  to  take  delight 

His  mercy  tow'rds  the  penitent  to  fhow 

Mod  feem  to  fin,  as  'twere  with  all  their  might, 
And  will  not  of  his  juftice  too  allow. 

1 6  Though  God  in  grace  and  goodnefs  does  abound, 
Though  (low  to  punifh,  and  of  patience  great, 
Yet,  in  the  fcriptures  this  plain  truth  is  found, 
That  he's  with  juftice  equally  replete. 

ly  If  full  of  grace,  he's  full  of  juftice  too 

If  kind  to  friends,  he's  cruel  to  his  foes 

If"  he  is  mild,  he  can  due  vengeance  fhow 

If  he  is  gene'rous,  he  is  likewife  clofe. 

.18  A  thoufand  talents*  are  to  fome  forgiven 

From  others  he'll  the  utmoft  mite  receive 


To  thefe  he  freely  gives  the  joys  of  heaven 

But  thofe  he  will  not  with  one  drop  relieve., 

19  God,  to  the  penitent  and  faithful,  ftill 

His  gracious  mercies  and  his  truth  difplays ; 
But,  on  the  ftubborn,  who  refill:  his  will, 
He  the  full  weight  of  his  difpleafure  lays. 

10  This  leflbn  and  advice,  to  all,  I  give 

"  The  path  of  fin's  not  long  with  fafety  trod: 
iC  And  therefore  all  fhou'd  ftudy,  whilft  they  live, 
"  To  pafs  their  time  here,  in  the  fear  of  God  " 


We 


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We^muft  cleave  to  Christ,  without  fuf- 
fering  any  thing  to  turn  us  away  from  him. 

i  TF  father,  if  mother,  if  daughter,  if  ion, 
X    If  houfes,  if  lands,  if  the  wife  of  thy  love — 
Shou'd  itrive  to  pervert  thee — by  no  means  be  v 
Thy  faith,  and  thy  zeal  towards  Chrift  to  remove. 

2  Let  father  and  mother,  let  children  and  wife, 
Reprove  thee,  befeech  thee,  lament,  fcold,  or  grieve, 
Leave  houfes,  leave  lands,  leave  thy  food,  leave  thy  life, 
Leave  all  that  thou  hail,  e'er  Chrift  thou  doft  leave. 

3  Chrift,  father  and  mother,  and  brother  and  friend, 
Their  rock  and  their  fort,  and  good  fortune,  will  prove, 
Their  profit  immenfe  and  vaft  gains  in  the  end, 
And  all  that  is  dear — unto  thofe  who  Chrift  love. 

4  Without  him,  of  faith  food  and  life,  we're  bereft — 
Rule,  reafon,  health,  ftrength,we  ourown  cannot  call : 
But  void  of  hope,  help,  and  of  grace,  we  are  left — 
Of  knowledge,  of  virtue,  of  God,  and  of  ail. 

5  God  's  better  than  father,  or  mother,  or  nurfe 

God  's  better  than  matron,  or  maiden,  or  bride 

God  's  better  than  houfes,  or  lands,  or  full  purie 

God  's  better  than  ought  you  can  think  of  befidc. 

6  He  's  better  than  all  the  wide  world  and  it's  (lores — 
He 's  better  than  the'  earth,with  his  bleiTingsfo  fraught, 
He 's  better  than  the'  heaven, and  all  it's  great  pow'rs, 
God  5s  better,  a  million  times  over,  than  ought. 

7  If  thou,  the  Almighty  wilt  take  to  thy  (hare, 
Good  fortune  will  follow,  where-e'er  thou  (halt  lead, 
And  Chrift  and  his  faints  will  take  thee  to  their  care* 
The  ikies  will  receive  thee,  and  Demons  will  dread. 

8  The  better  part,  thou  did  ft  mod  fenfibly  take 

A  part,  that  (hall  ftill  be  unchangeably  thine, 
(When  thou  as  thy  choice  the  Almighty  didft  make) 
As  Ions;  as  the  fun,  moon,  and  planets  (hail  ihine. 

D  d  3  9  : 


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9  For  when  both  the  fun  and  the  moon  difappear, 
When  all  this  vaft  globe  fhall  be  burn'd  to  a  coal, 
When  ftars  moot  from  heaven,  and  many  men  fear, 
Yet  fearlefs,  e'en  then,  is  the  innocent  foul. 

jo  Then  cheer  up  thy  fpirits,  and  roufe  up  thy  heart — 
Keep  hold  of  thy  faith  to  the  J  aft  gafp  of  breath — 
Thou'ft  chofen,  be  certain,  the  bettermoft  part: 
Take  heed  then,  nor  change  thy  opinion,  till  death. 


CHRIST  is  the  Tree  of  Life 

1  pOME  to  the  Tree  of  Life,  come  all, 
\^J    Come  at  your  kind  Redeemer's  call, 

Enjoy  it's  fruits— in  Chrift  believe 

And  you  fhall  grace  and  life  receive 

2  It  takes  away  the  harflinefs  quite. 
The  hunger  keen,  the  painful  bite, 
The  rankling  wound,  the  curfe  of  God, 
Which  from  the  fruit  forbidden  flow'd. 

2  O  come,  and  freely  of  it  eat — 

From  heav'n  our  Father  fent  the  treat 

'Twill  make  us  well-'twill  heal  each  fore, 
Hunger  aftuage,  and  health  reftore. 

4  It's  fruits  than  manna  fweeter  are 

It's  leaves  are  healing,  large,  and  fair, 
And  neither  dearth  nor  death  e'er  mall 
The  man,  who  eats  thole  fruits,  befall. 

5  Chrift,  is  the  tree — O  then  draw  near  ! 

Life,   is  the  fruit,  it's  branches  bear 

His  words  and  doctrines,  are  the  leaves, 
Whence  health  each  wounded  foul  receives. 

6  Come  all,  that  are  with  woes  oppreft, 
Come  to  your  fole  Redemer,  Chrift, 
Come,   grace,  health,  comfort,  to  receive, 
Come  all  to  him,  that  you  may  live  ! 


7  To 


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To  eat  it's  fruits,  come  let  us  hie, 
And  to  our  wounds  it's  leaves  apply, 
They'll  flake  our  third,  our  health  reftore, 
And  make  us  live  forevermore.     , 


That  Chrift  was  typify'd  by  the  Pafchal 

Lamb. 

i   •^iHrift  is  the  Pafchal  Lamb,  our  facrificc, 
X^Jl  Chrift  is  the  offering,  that  made  our  peace, 
Chrift  is  the  fpotlefs  Lamb,  by  God  approve'd, 
"Which  all  the  fins  of  all  the  world  remove'd. 

2  Chrift  is  the  Lamb,  that  for  our  fins  was  flain, 
Chrift  for  our  foul  tranfgreffions  fuffer'd  pain, 
Chrift's  precious  blood,  as  on  the  crofs  he  bled, 
For  our  iniquities  was  freely  fhed. 

3  'Tis  hard,  'tis  fad,  'tis  terrible  to  thought, 
The  Lamb  fhou'd  fuffer  for  its  kindred's  fault, 
And  that  the  Son  of  God  fhou'd  e'er  be  (lain 
For  our  mifdeeds,  in  agonizing  pain. 

4  Adam's  intemperance  our  ruin  wrought, 

But  Jefus  fuffer'd  for  the  Patriarch's  fault 

'Tis  man,  that  fins— but  Chrift  himfelf,  that  dies — 
Did  ever  love  to  fuch  a  height  arife  ? 

5  Alas  !  what  heart  but  muft  with  pity  bleed, 

To  fee-— Chrift  fcourge'd  for  Adam's  foul  mifdeeds, 
The  Shepherd,  for  his  flock  to  danger  brought— 
The  Sove'reign,  torture'd  for  his  fubjects'  fault. 

6  To  fee,  the  Mafter  fold,  to  buy  the  flave 

The  Son  condemn'd,  his  Father's  foes  to  fave, 
The  Doctor's  fide  transfix'd  with  pointed  fteel, 
That,  with  his  blood  he  might  his  patients  heal. 


D  d  4  Christ 


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Christ   typify'd  by  the  brazen  Serpent, 

I   '\7rE,  who  have  felt  the  ferpent's  venom'd  bite, 
\     Come  all  to  Chrift,  t}ie  woman's  promis'd  feed, 
He'll  drefs  the  fore,  and  pluck  the  fling  out  quite, 
He'll  bind  him  fall,  and  caufe  his  head  to  bleed. 

&  We  all  have  felt  fin's  agonizing  wound, 
It's  iting  has  to  our  hearts  a  paifage  found, 
Chrift  only  can  a  proper  falve  apply  •, 
On  him,  the  brazen  ferpent,  fix  your  eye. 

3  Look  vip  to  Chrift,  who  on  the  crofs  once  hung, 
(As  they  look'd  up,  who  formerly  were  flung 
By  fi'ry  ferpents  in  Zin's  pathlefs  wafle) 

And  all  your  pains  will  pafs  away  in  hafle. 

4  If  with  a  contrite  heart,  and  eye  of  faith, 
We  gaze  at  him,  although  the  ferpent  hath, 
With  baneful  bite,  tranfpierc'd  each  finner's  heel , 
Yet  Chrift,  if  look'd  upon,  the  wound  will  heal : 

5  But  if  we  come  not  foon  to  Chrift,  our  King, 
To  feek  a  cure  againft  the  ferpent's  fling  : 
No  other  leach  a  proper  falve  can  give — 
None,  but  the  Son  of  Gpd  can  make  us  live. 


A  Hymn,  or  Carol,  for  Christmas-Day. 

i  T    ET  ev'ry  one,  that  hears  my  voice, 
I  j  And  underftands  my  words,  rejoice; 
Let  ev'ry  one  applaud  with  me 
The  undivided  Trinity. 

2  O  turn,  and  tune  your  hearts  aright, 
In  pfalms  and  hymns  let's  all  unite 
In  honour  of  the  Saviour  born 
To  us,  on  this  aufpicious  morn ! 

3  It 


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3  It  is  upon  this  happy  day 

That  Chriftians  fhou'd  be  blithe  and  gay, 
And  ev'ry  hour  thereof  employ 
To  manifeft  their  well-time'd  joy. 

4  For  on  this  great,  this  glorious  morn, 
The  Saviour  of  the  worjxl  was  born : 
And,  O !  how  vaftly  blefs'd  are  we, 
This  great  and  glorious  morn  to  fee  ! 

5  This  is  the'  important  day,  that  brought 
To  ev'ry  Chriftian,  what  he  fought, 
This  is  the  day,  that  gave  the  blow, 
Foretold  unto  our  mortal  foe  ! 

6  This  is  the  day,  that  did  retrieve 
The  happinefs,  we  loft  through  Eve 
And  Adam's  fault,  e'er  Jefus  came 

To  lave  our  fouls  from  death  and  Ilia  me. 

7  This  is  the  day,  that  broke  the  net, 
Wherewith  we  all  were  once  befet, 
This  is  the  day,  fo  fraught  with  woe 
To  Satan,  our  deluding  foe. 

8  This  is  the  bleft,  momentous  morn, 
Whereon  the  Son  of  God  was  born, 
The  Woman's  feed,  ordain'd  of  yore 
To  over-turn  the  ferpent's  pow'r. 

9  Then  let  us,  with  united  voice, 
Upon  this  hallow'd  day  rejoice, 

And  ne'er  difmifs  the  pleafing  thought 
Of  the  falvation  Jefus  wrought. 

io  O,  let  us  ever  bear  in  mind, 

And  blefs,  his  name,  who  was  fo  kind 
As  unto  us,  his  help  to  give, 
And  a  whole  finful  world  relieve ! 

1 1   O,  let  us  celebrate  his  fame, 
And  magnify  his  ho]y  name 
Each  day  and  night,  and  ev'ry  hour 
We  live,  unto  our  utmoft  pow'r  ! 


12   But 


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i'2  But  moft,  on  this  momentous  morn, 
Let  us  exult,  when  Chrift  was  born, 
Until  our  fong  to  heav'n  rebounds, 
And  angels  catch  the  pleafing  founds  ! 

13  When  firit  the  cock  falutes  the  day, 
Arife  at  once,  without  delay, 
That,  at  it's  dawning  you  may  fing 
The  praifes  of  our  Saviour-king  -, 

14  And  when  it  is  no  longer  dark, 
Then  in  her  matins  join  the  lark, 
And  laud  the  glorious  fource  of  light* 
"Who  turn'd  to  day  the  gloom  of  night  : 

15  Then,  with  the  black-bird  on  the  fpray, 
Continue  from  the  noon  of  day 

Your  length'ned  lays —  'till  in  the  ikies 
At  night  the  twinkling  ilars  arife : 

1 6  Then  with  the  nightingale  fing  on. 
Until  the  moon  and  ftars  are  gone, 
Sing  on,  fing  on,  the  live-long  night, 
Until  the  gloom  has  left  you  quite. 

1 7  From  morn  to  noon,  thence  to  it's  end, 
Each  Chriftmas-day  we  thus  fhou'd  fperid* 
Still  chanting  our  Redeemer's  praife 

In  tuneful  hymns,  and  holy  lays. 

1 8  This  is  the  day,  when  we  were  bought  ! 
This  is  the  day,  the  prophets  fought, 
When  God  to  man  a  friend  was  made  ! 
This  is  the  day  that  brought  us  aid  ! 

19  The  day— — thatrais'dus  up  on  high 
From  hell's  abyfs,  unto  the  sky  ! 
The  day,  that  made  each  man,  a  fon 
Of  God  !— — what  wonders  has  it  done  ? 

20  The  day,  whereon  (tho'  then  we  mourn'd) 
Our  grief  was  into  laughter  turn'd  ! 

O,  let  us  ftill  the  fame  employ, 
To  mew  our  gratitude  and  joy  ! 


21  This 


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21  This  is  the  great,  the'  important  morn, 
Whereon  the  Lamb  of  God  was  born, 
Who  man's  offences  only  knew 

To  bleach,  though  of  a  icarlet  hue  ! 

22  This,  this,  is  the  aufpicious  day, 
When  we  mould  be  alert  and  gay, 
And  make  the  courts  of  heaven's  King 
With  grateful  hallelujahs  ring  ! 

23  This  day  throughout,  we  fhould  adore, 
With  ceafelefs  praife  the  filial  Pow'r, 

For  all  the  goodnefs  He  has  mown 

For  all  the  wonders  he  has  done. 

24  O,  think  what  our  falvation  cod  ! 
Think  on  the  precious  blood  Chrift  loft, 
When  from  his  fide  the  rufhing  gore 
Stream'd  faft,  think  on  the  pains  he  borej 

25  As  pelicans  are,  with  their  blood, 
Said  to  fuftain  their  tender  brood  \ 
So  his  heart's-blood  our  Saviour  gave, 
His  finful  brethren's  fouls  to  fave  ! 

26  He  quitted  his  celeftial  train, 
And,  to  Judea's  happy  plain, 
Defcended  from  the  realms  on  high, 
With  his  own  blood  mankind  to  buy. 

27  From  his  high  throne  in  Paradife 
He  flew,  and  left  the  lucid  skies, 
In  Mary's  womb  our  form  to  take, 
And  flitter  for  his  people's  fake. 

28  He  took  upon  Him  all  the  woes, 
The  meaneft  abject  undergoes, 
And  the  tremendous  punimment 
Due  to  our  fins,  He  underwent. 

29  His  fide  was  wounded  by  a  fpcar, 

And  he  was  force'd  our  crimes  to  bear — 
Yet,  by  the  ftripes  which  He  endure'd, 
Were  all  our  wounds  and  bruifes  cure'd 


30  For 


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JO  For  us  He  alfo  bore  the  lofs 

Of  his  bell  blood  upon  the  crofs 

And  unto  God,  for  ever  blefs'd, 

He  made  us  friends,  from  foes  profefs'd, 

#  i  He  wafh'd  us  clean  from  ev'ry  fault — 

Our  fouls,  he  generoufly  bought 

And  will  conduct  us  to  the  sky, 
However  loud  our  vices  cry. 

32  O,  let  us  tl)en  his  praife  proclaim, 
And  night  and  day  exalt  his  fame  •, 
For  you  muft  be  extremely  blind, 
If  you  do  not  fuch  goodnefs  mind  ! 

33  O,  let  us  all  exalt  his  fame, 

On  this  great  feaft,  which  bears  his  name, 
With  peace,  with  piety,  with  love, 
And  ev'ry  virtue  that's  above. 

34  This  feaft  let  us  entirely  fpend 
In  true  devotion,  to  it's  end, 
Nor  any  worldly  thoughts  admit  ^ 
But  keep  it  holy,  as  is  fit. 

35  Let  us  avoid  all  foul  excefs, 
All  rioting  and  wantonnefs, 
And  to  the  church  together  go ; 
As  ev'ry  Chriftian  ought  to  do. 

36  It  is  not  meet  the  Chriftian  quire 
Shou'd  roll  in  fin,  like  fwine  in  mire, 
And  this  grand  feftival  abufe, 

As  if  they  were  as  bad  as  Jews. 
$  j  But  they  fhou'd  pafs  this  feaft,  throughout j 

Fully  as  fober  and  devout, 

As  children  of  their  Sire  above, 

In  perfect  charity  and  love : 
i>8  And,  to  the  temple,  ev'ry  day 

They  conftantly  ihou'd  go,  to  pray, 

Their  Saviour's  praifes  to  proclaim, 

And  glorify  his  holy  r^ame. 

39  He 


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39  He  ne'er  at  any  time  demands 
Another  ofPring  at  our  hands, 

But  that  we  all  fhou'd  praife  him,  there  3 
For  that  is  pleafing  to  his  ear. 

40  Then  enter  to  his  gates  with  praife, 
And  in  his  courts  your  voices  raife : 
At  early  morn,  and  ev'ning  late, 
Let  all  their  Maker  celebrate. 

41  With  awe  unto  his  temple  go ; 
For  it  is  decent  fo  to  do  : 

'Tis  right  his  praifes  to  proclaim,  * 
And  magnify  his  holy  name. 

42  It  is  a  thing,  both  right  and  good, 
That  ev'ry  ferious  Chriftian  fhou'd 
Adore  his  Saviour,  night  and  day, 
Who  on  the  crofs  to  fave  him  lay. 

43  This  is  the  whole,  that  at  our  hands 
He  as  a  recompence  demands — 
'Tis  all  he  now  expects  above, 

For  his  dire  agonies  and  love. 

44  Then  let  us  clap  our  hands,  and  give 
Him  all  due  honours  whilll  we  live — 
And  in  his  courts  his  name  applaud ; 
For  that  is  grateful  to  our  God ; 

45  But  let  us  never  dare  blafpheme, 
With  lips  prophane,  the  Lord  fupreme, 
Left  we  fhou'd  be  oblig'd  to  go, 

With  Judas,  to  the  pit  below. 

46  Unto  the  bleffed  Three-in-one, 
The  Father — Holy  Ghoft — and  Son, 
Let  us  our  bounden  duty  pay 

Each  hour,  each  moment,  of  the  day. 


ADVICE 


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ADVICE,  to  fearch  for  the  Lord 
JESUS     CHRIST, 

i  TF  any  man,  or  maid,  or  child,  wou'd  fain 
X  The  life  to  come,  eternal  life  !  attain — 
Chrift  let  him  feek  with  care,  if  he  wou'd  live, 
And  Chrift  to  him  eternal  life  fhall  give. 

2  Chrift  muft  be  fought  for  firft  with  zealous  pains, 
For  real  life  in  him  alone  remains — 

And  'tis  a  thing  moft  foolifh  and  abfurd, 
To  feek  for  life,  unlefs  you  feek  the  Lord. 

3  For  thy  protector,  Jefus  Chrift  elect, 
And  for  thy  guide  thy  conduct  to  direct : 
Eternal  life  thou  then  from  him  may'ft  claim, 
And  ne'er,  thereafter,  fhalt  thou  lofc  the  fame. 

4  If  for  thy  guardian  thou  doft  Chrift  refufe, 
And  doft  not  Chrift  for  thy  director  chufe, 
No  one,  with  any  certainty,  can  tell 

How  thou  may'ft  fave  thy  precious  foul  from  hell. 

5  All  wou'd  have  Chrift,  when  at  death's  door  they  lie 
To  be  their  Lord  and  Saviour,  e'er  they  die  -, 

But,  whilft  in  health,  how  few,  alas !  of  thofe 
Chrift  for  the  pattern  of  their  lives  propofe. 

6  Be  not  deceiv'd,   thou  fenfual  debauchee  •' 
Chrift  will  to  no  one  a  Redeemer  be, 
But  to  the  man,  who,  of  his  own  accord, 
Shall  take  his  Saviour  for  his  fove'reign  Lord. 

7  He,  who  the  word  of  God  will  not  obey, 
Nor  take  his  fpirit  to  direct  his  way, 
Muft  not  expect,  that  he  fhall  ever  have 
The  Son  of  God,  his  finful  foul  to  fave. 

8  Let  Jefus  Chrift  then  thy  protector  be, 
Let  him  be  governor  fupreme  o'er  thee  : 
Without  him,  none  (how  much  foe'er  they  ftrive  !) 
Can  e'er  pretend  to  lave  their  fouls  alive. 

9  Thougl 


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Though  thou  the  world,  and  all  its  tinfel  pelf 
Shou'dft  gain— yet  lofing  Chrift,  mou'dft  lofe  thyfdf, 
What  wou'd  the  fad  preheminence  avail, 
If  thou,  at  laft,  to  fave  thy  foul  fhou'dft  fail  ? 
io  Shou'dft  thou  but  Chrift,  and  only  Chrift  obtain, 
Thou'dft  have  enough  to  make  thee  well  again  : 
For  Chrift  does,  in  himfelf,  contain  the  v/hole 
That's  requifite,  to  fave  a  finner's  foul. 

1 1  O,  that  thou  cou'dft  but  fee,  upon  the  whole 
How  needful  Chrift  is,  to  preferve  thy  foul, 
And  that,  without  his  help,  thou  canft  not  do 
One  jot,  alas  !  of  all  thy  task  below  j 

,12  It  is  a  thing  moil  needful  for  thy  foul, 
To  feek  for  Jefus  to  complete  the  whole 
Thou  haft  to  do  on  earth — if  thou  wou'dft  fain 
His  laving  mercy  for  thy  foul  obtain. 

13  Not  any  creature,  whether  wild  or  tame — 
Not  any  man,  or  power,  thou  canft  name, 
Can  thy  deplorable  condition  mend; 
'Till  Chrift,  to  better  it,  fhall  condefcend. 

14  Thou  muft  have  Chrift,  as  God  and  man  conjoin'd, 
Two  natures  perfectly  in  One  combine'd, 

To  finifh  all  the  work,  thy  fins  require, 
E'er  thou  canft  pleaie  thy  everlafting  Sire. 

1 5  Thou  muft  have  Chrift  as  Brother  and  as  King, 
To  work  out  ev'ry  part,  and  ev'ry  thing, 
Belonging  to  the  necefTary  deed 

Of  thy  ialvation — e'er  thou  canft  fucceed. 

16  Whoever  aims  his  Saviour  to  polTefs, 
And  comfort  leeks  from  him  in  his  diftrefs, 
ForChrift's  reception  muft  fit  out  a  home 
In  his  own  foul — e'er  he  will  deign  to  come. 

1  j  Prepare  thy  foul,  thy  fm-fraught  foul  prepare, 
That  Chrift  may  come,  afld  deign  to  fojo urn  there, 
And  when  he  comes,  the  fojourner  embrace, 
That  thou  from  him  may'ft  get  both   Strength  and 
Grace.  18  Thou 


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t8  Thou  muft,  Oman  !  for  Chrift  make  ample  room, 
E'er  he  will  to  thy  bofom  deign  to  come — ~— 
It  muft  with  ev'ry  Chriftian  grace  be  dreft, 
E'er  he'll  vonchfafe  to  lodge  within  thy  breaft. 

19  Chrift,  and  his  holy  Spirit,  ne'er  were  feen, 
Where  there  was  ought  unfeemly,  or  unclean : 
If  any  one's  ambitious  of  their  flay, 

He  from  his  breaft  muft  caft  all  filth  away. 

20  Chrift  in  a  heart  impure  will  never  ftay, 
'Till  odious  fin  is  banifh'd  thence  away : 
Chrift  no  impurity  can  e'er  endure  : 
For  his  own  Spirit  is  entirely  pure. 

21  Our  God  and  Dagon  ne'er  at  once  cou'd  reft; 
Or  Chrift  and  Belial,  in  the  felf-fame  breaft, 
No  more  than  fire  and  water,  fide  by  fide, 
In  the  fame  verTel  can  in  peace  abide. 

22  The  foul,  that's  full  of  pride,  beyond  all  doubt, 
Can't  Chrift  contain,  'till  it  be  empty'd  out  5 
Juft  as  the  veffel,  that's  with  filth  replete, 
Can't  milk  receive,  e'er  it  be  render'd  fweet. 

,23  All  men  from  fin  muft  utterly  depart, 

Deteft  it  quite,  and  root  it  from  their  heart, 
E'er  they  can  any  friendfhip  have  with  Chrift, 
And  to  their  breads  admit  the  facred  gueft. 

2  4  The  foul  muft  clear  itfelf  from  ev'ry  fin, 
(That  Chrift  with  ev'ry  grace  may  enter  in) 
And  fhun  thofe  vices,  which  it  once  allow'd, 
That  Chrift  may  with  his  gifts  the  manfion  crowd. 

25  According  to  the  ways  of  nature,  none, 
How  great  foe'er  their  pain,  can  feek  the  Son, 
'Till  God  fhall  by  his  grace  direct  him  right, 
And  draw  him  unto  Chrift,  in  nature's  fpite, 

26  cTis  God  out  of  his  favour  and  free  grace, 

That  offers  Chrift,  to  fave  a  finful  race 

It  is  the  goodnefs  of  our  God  alone 

That  gives  us  Chrift— elfe  we  were  all  undone. 

27  There's 


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27  There's  nought  in  man,  that  can  the  Godhead  move" 
To  fhew  him  fuch  regard — fuch  wondrous  love  ! 
But  God  himfelf,  out  of  his  fpecial  grace, 
Vouchfafes  us  Chrift — to  fave  a  ruin'd  race. 

28  The  ftreams  of  life,  which  no  ceflation  know, 
But  ftill  with  grace,  with  health,  and  virtue  flo\va 
God  freely  offers  unto  all  that  thirit ; 

But  they  muft  come  unto  their  Saviour  firft. 

29  God  calls  aloud  to  all  with  voice  divine, 
To  eat  his  manna,  and  to  drink  his  wine, 

And  afks  no  money  for  the  rich  repaft 

Afks  nought,  but  that  we  wou'd  to  Jefus  hafle. 

30  God  ne'er  forbade  a  man,  within  his  breaft, 
To  entertain  his  Saviour  for  his  gueft : 
But  he  forbids  him  to  reject  the  Lord, 

Tho'  he  were  ftain'd  with  crimes  the  moft  abhorr'd, 
3  1   Though  God  thus  kindly  offers  Chrift  to  all, 
Yet  fcarce  a  finner  will  obey  the  call, 
Or.  come  to  Chrift,  'till  by  refiftlefs  might, 
And  fpecial  grace,  God  drags  him  to  his  fight. 

32  No  one  can  come,  let  him  do  what  he  will. 
Unto  the  Son,  however  great  his  (kill, 
'Till  by  the  Father  of  all  mercies  led 

To  Chrift,  to  be  with  confolation  fed. 

33  The  Iheep,  that  once  has  draggled  from  the  pen< 
Will  ne'er  return,  'till  carrie'd  back  agen  : 

Nor  will  the  finner  to  his  Lord  return, 
'Till,  like  the  fheep,  he  to  the  fold  is  born. 

34  No  robber,  of  his  own  accord  will  e'er 
('Till  force'd)  before  the  magiftrate  appear: 
Nor  will  a  finner,  howe'er  bad  his  cafe, 

'Till  dragg'd,  attempt  to  fee  his  Saviour's  face. 
2$  His  nature,   in  his  fins,   the  wretch  detains, 
His  confciouihefs  of  guilt,  his  feet  reftrains, 
His  crimes  cry  out,  that  he's  his  Saviour's  foe, 

And  muft  be  damn'd if  he  prefumes  to  go. 

■  6  The  eyes  of  man,  God  needs  muft  open  wide, 

To  fee  how  wretchedly  his  foul's  fnpply'd « 

E  e  To 


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.    To  fee  it's  {hocking  ftate,  it's  pains,  it's  w<3es, 
E'er  from  his  Saviour  he  will  feek  repofe. 

37  None  to  the  Leach  apply,  their  wounds  to  heal, 
Until  their  throbs  and  rankling  fmart  they  feel: 
So  on  their  Saviour,  finners  never  wait, 

'Till  fully  confcious  of  their  fearful  ftate. 

38  We  muftour  damnable  condition  fee, 
Our  wretched  cafe,  our  native  poverty, 
And  the  tremendous  ftate  wherein  we  live, 
E'er  we  the  want  of  Chrift  can  well  perceive. 

39  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft,  muft  light 
A  man,  to  view  his  miferable  plight, 

E'er  he,  for  want  of  knowledge  and  of  fenfe, 
Can  beg  of  Chrift,  to  pardon  his  offence. 

40  Like  forne  ftray'd  fheep,  our  Father  that's  above, 
Muft  haul  each  finner  with  the  hook  of  love, 
E'er  he  will  come,  for  comfort,  to  the  Son  •, 
Although,  without  him,  he  be  quite  undone. 

41  God  muft  to  fiefh  convert  the  marble  heart, 
And  make  it  foft,  as  wax,  in  ev'ry  part ; 
'Till  at  it's  woeful  ftate  it  grieves  full  fore, 
'Twill  ne'er  attempt  a  Saviour  to  adore. 

42  The  Father  muft  difplay,  before  thy  face, 
His  mercies,  and  the  riches  of  his  grace, 

In  giving  thee  his  beft-beloved  Son ; 

E'er  thou  canft  venture  to  approach  his  throne. 

43  The  Father,  firft,  his  goodnefs  muft  declare, 

That  it  extends  to  all,  both  far  and  near 

That  he  with  kindnefs  each  requeft  receives         — 
That,  to  the  contrite,  he  remiffion  gives  : 

44  And,  that  he  calls  each  vile  offender  in, 
[However  big,  however  black  his  fin] 
To  have  a  fhare  in  all  his  joys  divine : 
So  he  his  fins  does  totally  refign. 

45  God  unto  thee  muft  a  commandment  give, 
"  With  perfect  faith,  in  Jefus  to  believe," 
On  pain  of  his  difpleafure  and  reproach  ♦, 
E'er  thou  into  his  prefence  canft  approach  : 

46  And 


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4.6  And  when  thou  haft  receiv'd  his  gracious  calJj 
He  muft  entreat  and  wooe  thee  after  all, 
With  Chrift  and  with  Himfelf,  to  make  thy  peace; 
E'er  he  will  caufe  his  burning;  wrath  to  ceafe. 

47  Thou  muft  be  courted  with  perfuafions  kind, 
(So  obftinate,  and  fo  perverfe  thy  mind !) 
E'er  he  can  thee,  e'en  by  thofe  methods,  gain, 
His  proffer'd  peace  and  pardon  to  obtain. 

48  The  rebel  by  his  Sovereign  muft  be  prefs'd, 
The  traitor  muft  with  mildnefs  be  addrefs'd, 
E'er  he  will  deign  to  come  for  a  reprieve, 
And  pardon,  for  his  treafon,  to  receive. 

49  Though  'tis  not  fitting  he  to  thee  fhou'd  fue, 
Who  doft  no  fign  of  reformation  fhew, 

Yet  God  ftill  wooes,  and  begs  thee  to  receive 
Thy  pardon if  thou'lt  afk  it,  he  will  give. 

50  When  thou  haft  thus  been  to  repentance  woo'd, 
God's  patience,  and  forbearance  muft  be  fhow'd, 
How  mildly-merciful  he  is !   how  kind, 

Unto  each  liftlefs,  lazy,  lingring  mind  ! 

5 1  How  flow  to  punifh  thy  repeated  crimes, 
How  he  forbears  with  thee  a  thoufand  times, 

How  long  he's  known  the'  impending  ftroke  to  flay, 
'Till  thou  canft  caft  thy  filthinefs  away. 

52  Though  God  does  thus  thy  finful  foul  invite, 
Though  thus  he  goads  thee  on,  and  gives  thee  light, 
Yet  ftill  thou  will  not  quit  thy  fins,  nor  come 

To  Chrift,  'till  God  has  prick'd  thy  confcience  home, 

53  Though,  by  the  faithful  evidence  within, 
Thou  art  detected  and  convince'd  of  fin, 
And  by  it's  juft  award  cohdemn'd  at  laft, 
For  thy  vile  morals  and  thy  vices  paft. 

54  Though  ielf-condemn'd  and  wounded  to  the  heart. 
Thou  never  canft  from  thy  love'd  errors  part, 
And  never  malt  before  the  Lord  appear, 

Until  the  Holy  Spirit  drags  thee  there, 

55  God  and  his  Spirit  muft  eject  each  gueft, 
And  fiend  unclean,  that  revels  in  thy  breaft, 

E  e  2  Ancj 


[     436     ] 

And  all  the  fins,  that  there  triumphant  reign, 
E'er  thou  afiiftance  canft  from  Chrift  obtain.' 

p6  The  Holy  Ghoft  mult  give  thee  liberty, 
And  wholly  from  the  Devil's  toils  fet  free, 
And  to  the  Son  of  God  thy  footfteps  guide, 
E'er  thou,  with  him,  for  ever  canft  refide. 

5j  Thou  muft  from  ev'ry  fav'rite  vice  depart, 
Thou  from  all  guilt  muft  purify  thy  heart, 
And  keep  thy  foul  from  all  pollution  clear, 
E'er  thou  in  Chrift  canft  ever  have  a  fhare. 

58  Corrupt  in  nature,  we  are  all,  alas! 
The  fons  of  wrath,  a  hell-devoted  race  ! 
'Till  Chrift  the  fons  of  wrath  mall  kindly  take, 
And  them  the  fons  of  God  and  mercy  make. 

59  So  fierce,  fo  hot,  the  wrath  of  God  does  rage 
Againft  the  num'rous  vices  of  the  age, 
That  nought  cou'd  ever  flop  it's  fie'ry  flood, 
Was  it  not  ftopp'd  by  our  Redeemer's  blood. 

60  Not  all  the  waters,  pendent  in  the  Iky, 
Nor  thofe  that,  in  the  fpations  Severn  lie, 
Or  in  the  ocean  s  far  more  fpatious  flood, 

Nor  ought  can  quench  it,  but  our  Saviour's  blood. 

61  We  all,  alas!  are  enemies  of  God's 

We  all  are  with  our  righteous  Judge  at  odds 

And  had  been  ftill,  had  Chrift  not  laid  the  plan 
Of  peace,  of  lafting  peace,  'twixt  God  and  man. 

62  Not  man,  nor  fiend,  nor  any  pow'r  above, 

Nor  ought  on  earth,  can  God's  fierce  wrath  remove, 
'Till  Jefus  Chrift  himfelf  (tis  truth  I  teach) 
'Twixt  God  and  man  make  up  the  fatal  breach. 

63  Beneath  a  grievous  curfe  we  lie  opprefs'd, 
Becaufe  we  all  have  willfully  tranfgrefs'd 
The  law  of  righteoufnefs,  and' from  it  none 
Can  fet  us  free,  but  Jefus  Chrift  alone. 

64  We,  one  and  all  of  us,  are  flaves  to  fin, 
To  which  we,  day  by  day,  all  tumble  in, 
And  no  one  living  can  from  it  refrain, 
'Till  he's  renew'd  by  Chrift,  and  born  again. 

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6$  We  all  of  us  by  Satan  are  fecure'd, 

And  in  a  dufky,  dreary  gaol  immure'd ; 
'Till  Jefus  comes,  and  ftcals  his  arms  away, 
He  from  his  gripe  will  never  quit  his  prey. 

66  We  all  of  us  by  Satan  are  fecure'd, 

And  clofely  in  a  difmal  gaol  immure'd  -, 
'Till  Jefus  mall  the  captiv'd  gaoler  bind, 
None  thence  a  way  to  Tcape  mall  ever  find. 

07  Shou'd  the  archangel  Michael,  and  his  train, 

With  the  fierce  Dragon  ever  fight  again 

He  ne'er  cou'd  conquer  him,  until  the  Lamb ~< 

The  Lamb  of  God,  to  his  affiflance  came. 

6$  We  are  obnoxious  all  of  us  to  death, 
And  to  the  dreadful  pains  of  hell  beneath 
And  no  one  ever  fhall  from  thence  get  free, 
'Till  Jefus  Chrift  (hall  gain  his  liberty. 

69  We  all  of  us,  before  we  firft  drew  breath, 
Were  doom'd  for  guilty  Adam's  fins  to  death, 
And  muft  from  Chrift  get  his  aflifting  grace, 
E'er  one  is  fave'd  of  all  the  num'rous  race. 

70  Let  him  do  what  he  can,  no  man  fhall  e'er 
In  the  celeftial  courts  above  appear, 

'Till  he  a  full  and  thorough  change  can  boaft 
By  Chrift,  by  Water,  and  the  Holy  Ghoft : 

71  For  Chrift  muft,  as  it  were,  new-form  the  foul, 
Create  anew,  and  renovate  the  whole  ^ 

E'er  carnal  man  can  any  happinels 
In  the  celeftial  realms  above  poffefs. 

72  None  ever  cou'd  have  over-come  the  beaft, 
Who  cheated  Eve,  nor  low'r'd  his  fcaly  creft, 
Nor  free'd  us  from  hell's  deep  and  dark  abode, 
Befides  the  woman's  Seed the  Son  of  God. 

73  None  elfe  cou'd  have  infure'd  the  joys  above, 
None  cou'd  the  curfe,  which  we  deferve'd,  remove, 
But  Jefus  Chrift  who  was  the  finlefs  feed, 

From  Abraham's  loins,  erft  promis'd  to  proceed. 

74  No  creature,  how  extraordinary  foe'er, 
Cou'd  from  the  jaws  of  fin  poor  mortals  tear, 

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.  And  place  them  near  their  God,  the  faints  among, 
But  Jefus  Chrift,  the  Shiloh  promis'd  long. 

75  Mofes  led  Ifrael,  by  divine  command, 

From  Pharaoh's  court  to  Canaan's  fertile  land  : 
So  God,  thro'  Chrift,  mail  lead  us  far  away 
From  Satan's  pow'r,  unto  the  realms  of  day. 

76  The  brazen  ferpent  in  a  moment  cure'd 

All,  who  the  fie'ry  ferpent's  wounds  endure'd : 
Chrift,  by  his  blood,  as  fpeedily  fhall  heal 
All,  who  the  deadly  lhafts  of  Satan  feel. 

TJJ  A  Lambkin's  blood,  for  their  tranfgreffions  ilain, 
From  Ifrael's  tents  Apollyon  did  reftrain: 
The  blood  of  Jefus  will  keep  out  the  fiend 
From  ev'ry  heart,  that  bears  his  death  in  mind. 

78  As  gallant  David  the  fierce  lion  brave'd, 

And  from  his  paw  the  tender  Lambkin  fave'd  : 
So  Chrift,  our  Shepherd,  will  protect  his  fheep, 
And  from  the  fangs  of  Satan  fafely  keep. 

'79  Samfon,  whofe  ftrength  nought  human  cou'doppofe, 
Slew  at  his  death  the  chiefeft  of  his  foes  : 
So  Jefus,  by  his  fuff'rings,  overthrew 
Death,  Satan,  fin,  and  all  the'  infernal  crew. 

80  From  Chrift,  each  has  receiv'd  his  mortal  wound, 
Though  in  them  ftill  fome  figns  of  life  are  found  -, 
Yet  all  the  falves,  in  all  the  world,   can't  cure 
Their  heartxfelt  anguifh,  or  their  lives  afTure. 

8 1  As  nought  cou'd  do  the  Syrian  Leper  good, 
Unlefs  he  bathe'd  in  Jordan's  limpid  flood  : 

So  nought  can  cleanfe  man  from  each  inky  ftain, 
But  the  Lamb's  blood,  that  for  our  fins  was  flain. 

82  As  God  difpatch'd  a  meflfenger  of  yore, 

To  refcue  Shadrach  from  the  fire's  fierce  pow'r : 

So   he,   as  the  infpired  pages  tell, 

Sent  his  own  Son,  to  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

83  Jonah,   in  great  anxiety  of  mind, 

In  the  whale's  belly  was,  three  days,  confin'd  : 
So  deep  in  earth,  our  blefTed  Saviour  lay, 
For  us9  until  the  tjiird  revolving  day. 

84  As 


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84  As  Abraham  offer'd  up  his  fon  of  yore 
On  Moriah's  top,  to  the  Almighty  pow'r ; 
So  did  our  Saviour  offer  up  his  foul 
To  his  dread  Sire — to  fave  his  flock  from  dole. 

S5  Who  plunge'd  into  Bethefda's  pool,  washeal'd; 
However  great  his  pains — whate'er  he  aiFd  : 
Whoe'er  mail  in  the  blood  of  Jefus  lave, 
A  cure  for  all  the  wounds  of  fm  fhall  have. 

8  6  The  Pelican  relieves  her  tender  brood, 

When  ftung  by  fome  fly  ferpent,  with  her  blood : 
So  the  Lamb's  blood  relief  to  all  imparts, 
Whom  fin  has  wounded  with  her  deadly  darts. 

87  The  Unicorn  can,  with  his  horn,  'tis  faid, 

Thofe  waters  heal,  where  fnakes  have  poifon  fhed  : 
So  Chrift  can,  by  his  blood,  thofe  fouls  protect, 
On  which,  the  fiend  his  venom  fhall  eject. 

88  It  therefore  is  more  fhameful,  and  more  odd, 
Shou'd  we  reject  our  fpoufe,  the  Son  of  God  ! 
Than  if  fome  beggar  fhou'd  refufe  to  wed, 
And  take  a  king  of  England  to  her  bed. 

89  No  man  alive  can  fcale  the  heav'ns  on  high, 
Which  far  above  the  lunar  regions  lie, 
Unlefs  he  does  the  Patriarch's  ladder  take, 
Jefus  I  mean,  the  bold  attempt  to  make. 

90  Cry  then  for  Chrift,  with  accents  loud  and  fad, 
'Till  thou  fafl  hold  haft  in  thy  Saviour  had  ; 
Then  let  not  all  the  world,  nor  all  in  it, 

Make  thee  the  hold,  which  thou  haft  taken,  quit. 

91  Defire  thou  Chrift,  as  harts  the  brooks  defire  \ 
For  Chrift  of  ev'ry  traveller  enquire : 

Seek  him  with  diligence,  'till  you  obtain  •, 
But,  when  obtain'd,  ne'er  part  with  him  again. 

92  E'er  thou  canft  Jefus  earneftly  defire, 
To  fave  thy  foul  from  everlafting  fire, 

That  he  has  pow'r  and  grace,  thou  firft  muft  fee, 
To  keep  thee  fafe,  and  buy  thy  liberty  : 

93  That  Chrift  is  gracious,  thou  muft  needs  perceive, 
That  he  is  God-and-Man,  thou  muft  believe 

E  e  4  Thai 


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That  he's  more  mighty,  and  of  greater  ufe, 
Than  ought  the  whole  creation  can  produce. 
94.  Thou  needs  muft  fee,  that  Chrift's  beyond  compare, 
Much  better,  and  more  necefTary  far, 
Than  all  the  world,  and  ev'ry  tranfient  joy, 
To  fave  thy  foul  from  danger  and  annoy. 

95  For  not  the  world,  nor  all  the  world  contains, 
Can  keep  thy  foul  from  hell's  tremendous  pains ; 
But  Chrift  to  heav'n  the  precious  charge  can  bear, 
And  from  the  winged  dragon's  talons  tear. 

96  Chrift,  with  his  precious  blood,  can  blot-out  quite 
Thy  deep-grain'd  fins,  and  make  them  lily-white : 
Though  they  like  fcarlet,  now  at  prefent,  glow, 
Yet  he  can  bleach  them,  'till  they're  white  as  fnow, 

97  Chrift  can  repair,  and  mould  a-new  thy  foul, 
Though  it  fhou'd  be  with  various  vices  foul, 
And,  whilft  thou  liveft  on  the  earth,  he  can 
Make  thee  in  favour  grow  with  God  and  man. 

98  Chrift  can  fupply  thy  finful  mind  with  grace 

And  ftrength,  on  him  thy  confidence  to  place 

With  learning,  virtue,  wifdom,  and  with  worth, 
Fully  to  work  thy  own  falvation  forth. 

99  Chrift  can  to  thee  the5  advantages  reftore, 
Which  thy  forefathers  loft  fo  long  before, 
And  give  thee  life,  which  never  mall  decay 
A  life,  that  Satan  ne'er  can  take  away. 

300  The  Son  of  God  can  fave  thy  wandring  foul, 

Tho'  it  fhou'd  ftray,  where  wolves  each  ev'ning  prowl. 

And  carry  thee  in  fafety  back  again, 

On  his  own  moulders,  to  the  faithful  train. 

10 1  Not  all  the  fpatious  world,  nor  all  therein, 
Can  purify  thy  fpotted  foul  from  fin, 
Or  it's  loft  native  innocence  recall; 

But,  without  Chrift,  thou  to  the  pit  muft  fall. 

102  Collect  thy  utmoft  pow'rs,  thy  utmoft  might, 
Rely,  confide,  and  lay,  on  Chrift,  thy  weight; 
Search  for  him,  love  him,  and  with  faith  behold* 
And  keep  in  him  a  fure  and  fteddy  hold. 

103  A 


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103  A  Chriftian  muft  be  thoroughly  inclin'd 

To  feek  for  Chrift,  with  all  his  heart  and  mind  : 
For  Chrift  will  never  a  Protector  prove 
To  fuch  as  ftudy  not  to  gain  his  love. 

104  Unlefs  one  longs,  unlefs  one  thirfts  to  have 

The  Son  of  God,  his  finful  foul  to  fave 

The  Deity  will  ne'er  his  fuit  regard, 

Nor  fuch  faint  efforts  with  fucceis  reward. 

105  The  Deity,  his  Son  to  none  will  give, 
Who  are  not  fully  ready  to  receive 

The  gift  divine,  Chrift  muft  with  zeal  be  fought, 
Before  he  can  within  their  reach  be  brought. 

106  Who  wifh,  who  long,  who  pant  with  ftrong  defire, 
Chrift  and  his  gracious  favour  to  acquire, 

God  will  to  fuch  accord  the  bleiTing  foon, 
And  give  them  readily  the  precious  boon. 

107  God  nought  expects  from  any  that  believe, 
But  that  with  ardour  they  wou'd  Chrift  receive  : 
For  he,  that  feeks  him  with  a  zeal,  like  fire, 
Shall,  without  price,  obtain  his  heart's  defire. 

108  Before,  we  Chrift  and  his  fweet  Grace  can  gain, 
We  muft  the  certain  hold  of  faith  attain  : 

For,  without  faith,  no  man  on  earth  mall  e'er 
Before  the  Son  of  God  in  blifs  appear. 

109  No  part,  no  fhare,  no  benefit,  no  gain, 

The  Chriftian,  more  than  Pagan,  mall  obtain^ 
Of  all  that  Jefus  purchafe'd  for  our  fakes, 
'Till  he  by  faith  a  full  polTetTion  takes. 

1 10  Faith,  is  the  nobleft  boon  thou  canft  defire  ; 
Without  it,  thou  fhalt  never  Chrift  acquire  : 
Tho'  thou,  in  this  thy  day,  each  wifh  fhou'dft  have; 
Yet,  without  faith,  thy  foul  thou  ne'er  cou'dft  fave  : 

1 1 1  Without  it,  thou  haft  nought  with  Chrift  to  do 

Without  it,  thy  beft  works  are  mean  and  low 

Without  it,  thou  to  God  no  joy  canft  give ■ 

But,  "  by  his  faith,   the  juft  fhall  ever  live." 

112  Tho'  hills  of  gold  unto  thy  fhare  fhou'd  fall, 
And  all  the  glories  of  this  earthly  ball : 

When 


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What  wou'd  they  profit  thee,  on  the  dread  day, 
Shou'd'ft  throw,  for  want  of  faith,  thy  foul  away  r 

113  Waft  thou  as  poor  as  Lazarus  of  yore  j 
Without  goods,  lands,  or  food,  or  any  ftore ; 
Tho'  thou  nought  elfe  but  faith  alone  fhou'dft  have. 
By  faith  alone  yet  thou  thy  foul  fhou'dft  fave. 

114  Tho'  mines  of  gold  cannot  our  Saviour  move, 
To  fave  a  fingle  foul  he  does  not  love  •, 

Yet  faith,  though  little  as  the  fmalleft  grain. 
Salvation,  for  its  owner,  lhall  obtain  : 

115  Without  it,  no  delight,  no  comfort,  is, 
No  joy  fincere,  nor  any  perfect  blifs, 

In  heav'n  above,  or  on  the  earth  below  -, 
Who  has  not  faith,  no  happinefs  can  know! 

1 1 6  Without  it,  thou,  in  Chrift,  fhalt  have  no  room- 
Without  it,  thou,  in  hell  fhalt  have  thy  doom — 
Without  it,  God  himfelf  is  ne'er  well-pleas'd — 
Without  it,  no  man  heaven  e'er  appeas'd. 

1 1 7  No  pardon  is  for  fin  to  be  obtain'd • 

No  favour  from  the'  Almighty  to  be  gain'd 

No  real  pleafure  ever  did  appear 

Unlefs  a  lively  faith  was  likewife  there. 

1 1 8  The  rich  have  need  of  faith,  as  well  as  poor 

The  learned  fage,  and  the  illiterate  boor  : 

Like  need  of  faith  the  king  and  beggar  have  ; 
Nay,  all  have  need  of  it,  their  fouls  to  fave- 


119  And  all  muft  have  their  Own — their  Own  alone- 
Another's  faith  cannot  for  thee  atone  : 

Since  no  man  can  be  fave'd — not  even  one 

But  by  his  own  belief  and  faith  alone. 

j 20  'Tis  not  thy  mother's  faith,  nor  yet  thy  fire's- 


'Tis  not  the  prince,  or  peer's — that  God  requires, 

And  can  on  thee  the  grace  of  God  draw  down 

Or  any  other's  faith,  befides  thy  own. 
121   The  father's  faith,  to  fave  his  fon  fhall  fail 


Nor  fhall  the  fon's,  to  fave  the  fire  prevail : 
Each  fhall  be  faved,  by  his  own  faith  alone  j 
No  other  faith  to  fave  a  foul  was  known  ! 

122  Who 


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122  Who,  with  attention,  hear  his  bleffed  words, 
To  them,  the  Deity  this  faith  affords  : 

On  none,  without  the  word,  he  e'er  beftows 
The  facred  gift,  or  any  favour  fhows. 

123  Hear  then  the  word,  and,  all  it  fays,  believe, 
And  to  it's  doctrines  due  attention  give  : 

God  will  perform  the  thing  which  He  has  fpoke  ! 
God  never  yet  has  any  promife  broke  ! 

1 24  'Tis  not  our  temper,  or  our  fire's  deferts — 
'Tis  not  our  learning,  ftudy,  or  our  parts — 
But  'tis  God's  fpirit,  through  the  word  poffeil, 
That  gives  man  faith,  and  plants  it  in  his  breaft. 

125  Seek  then  the  word,  the  fpirit  feek  to  gain, 
And,  as  for  life,  for  grace  cry  out  amain  -, 

For  they,  who  cry  for  grace,  and  hear  his  word, 
To  them  faith's  freely  granted  by  the  Lord. 

126  'Tis  not  the  word,  heard  by  the  ear,  that  can 
Excite  true  faith  within  the  heart  of  man  ; 
But  'tis  the  Spirit,  with  the  word  combin'd, 
That  ftirs  up  faith  within  the  human  mind. 

PSALM     XXXVIII. 

1  TV  J%  Y  gracious  God  !  companion's  Sire  ! 
JL  ▼  JL  D°  not  rebuke  me  in  thine  ire, 
Nor  let  thy  dreadful  wrath  extend 

It's  terrors  to  my  latter  end  ! 

2  O  Lord  !  each  keenly-pointed  dart 
Of  thine,  has  pierc'd  my  riven  heart ; 
Like  fudden  ftorms  th  \  hand  defcends  \ 
Beneath  the  ftroke  my  body  bends. 

3  My  flefh  is  full  of  pain  and  woe  •, 
So  great,  fo  furious  was  the  blow  ! 
No  reft,  my  broken  bones  can  find- 
No  peace,  my  confcience- wounded  mind. 

4  My  fumlefs  fins  have  foar'd  fo  high 
Above  my  head,  they  reach  the  iky  5 
The  mountain-load  I  cannot  bear, 
The  punifhment  is  too  fevere  1 


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£  No  eafe  my  batter'd  body  knows, 
So  very  weighty  are  thy  blows  ! 
My  wounds  are  of  corruption  full, 
Becaufe  I  was,  ah  me  !  fo  dull. 

6  My  back  thou,  like  a  bow  haft  bent— - 
Juft  to  the  grave  thou  haft  me  fent— 
So  very  low  I  now  am  found, 

That  I  am  proftrate  with  the  ground. 

7  All  day  I  am  with  grief  oppreft, 
And  all  night  long  1  cannot  reft, 

So  much  my  woes  and  tears  abound, 
My  couch  is  with  the  deluge  drown'd. 

8  Turn  then  to  me,  O  Lord !  thine  eye — 
See,  how  I  weep— hark  how  I  figh  ! 
Behold,  how  heavy  on  each  part 

Thy  judgements  lie  !  they  whelm  my  heart; 

9  To  make  my  forrows  overflow, 
And  fill  me  with  excefs  of  woe, 
My  loins  inflame'd  intenfely  fmart, 
My  body's  pain'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

i  o  I  feeble  am,  and  fmitten  fore, 
For  grief  of  heart  I  grunt  and  roar  : 
So  nume'rous  my  afflictions  are, 
O  God,  I'm  ready  to  defpair  I 

1 1  O  leffen  thou  thy  burning  rage, 
And  part  of  my  fierce  pain  alTuage, 
Nor  let  my  life  be  quite  fuppreft  ; 
But  grant  that  I  at  length  may  reft  ! 

12  Thou  knoweft,  Lord  !  what  I  require, 
Thou  knoweft  all  my  heart's  defire : 
My  thoughts,  my  fears,  my  mifery, 
Were  never  hid,  my  God  !  from  thee. 

13  My  heart  within  me  hardly  beats, 
My  fpirits  flag,  my  blood  retreats, 
My  clouded  eyes  have  loft  their  light, 
And  no  kind  friend  appears  in  fight. 

14  My  neighbours  and  relations  fly, 
And  view  me  with  a  diftant  eve  ♦, 


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Of  me,  as  of  the  plague,  afraid, 
They  give  me  nor  advice,  nor  aid. 

15  All  thofe,  that  would  my  foul  betray, 
Place  fnares  and  pitfalls  in  my  way  j 
Like  a  mad  dog,  they  wou  'd  opprefs 
Thy  fervant,  in  his  dire  diftrefs. 

16  Each,  then,  wou'd  fain  my  lifedeftroy, 
Each  told  his  tale  with  favage  joy, 
And  each  condemn'd  me  in  his  mind, 
As  the  molt  vile  of  human  kind. 

1 7  Some  did  a  thoufand  flanders  fay, 
Some  mock'd  and  feoff  'd  me  all  the  day  ; 
Some  Hill  mean't  nothing  but  deceit, 
My  woes  and  forrows  were  fo  great ! 

18  But  as  one  deaf  I  ftill  appear'd, 
Who  none  of  all  their  railing  heard, 
Or  like  a  mute,  I  flood  alone, 

And  held  my  peace,  and  anfwcr'd  none. 

19  I  am,  like  one  that  cannot  hear, 
Or  like  an  idiot  I  appear, 

And  leave  them,  as  they  pleafe,  difpute, 
Nor  ftrive  their  fcandals  to  refute. 

20  But  thou,    O  Lord !  my  caufe  wilt  hear., 
And  to  my  plaint,  I  hope,  give  ear, 
And  make  a  due  return  to  thole, 

Who  without  reafon,  are  my  foes. 

2 1  O,  let  not  them,  that  wou'd  deftroy 
Thy  fervant,  their  heart's  wifh  enjoy, 
Let  them  not  triumph  over  me, 
When  they  my  vail  diftreffes  fee. 

*12  Shou'd  my  foot,  e'er  fo  little,  Hide, 
At  the  mifhap  themfelves  they  pride, 
They  laugh  aloud  at  all  my  woes, 
And  my  infirmities  expofe. 

23  To  fuffer  mifery  and  fcorn, 

I,  hapiefs  wretch  !  methinks,  was  born 
My  heart  is  overwhelm' d  with  pain, 
Still  in  my  fight  my  woes  remain. 


24  My 


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24  My  fins  I  therefore  do  confefs-, 
And  do  lament  my  wickednefs ; 
But,  Lord  !  I'm  ready  to  defpair, 
To  think  how  numerous  they  are. 

25  Yet  flill  my  adverfaries  live, 
They  daily  multiply  and  thrive, 
And  they  that  hated  me  the  molt, 
Are  now  become  a  countlefs  hoft. 

26  All  thofe  that  jumble  wrong  with  right, 
And  good,  with  evil  turns,  requite, 
Still  fhew  themfelves  my  conftant  foes, 
And  (till  their  ranc'rous  thoughts  difclofe* 

27  Becaufe  I  ever  have  purfue'd 

The  things  that  honefl  are,  and  good, 
I  am  the  public  butt  of  all, 
Who  for  my  virtue  feek  my  fall. 

28  Then  from  thy  fight,  Lord  !  do  not  caft 
Thy  fervant,  but,  to  help  him,  hade  ! 

•  Make  him  ftill  more  and  more  thy  care, 
And  do  not  from  him  wander  far. 

29  Speed,  O  my  God  ! — to  aid  rrje  fpeed 

To  aid  me  in  the  time  of  need  ! 

O,  be  not  from  me  long  away, 

My  God  !  my  health,  my  truft,  my  flay  ! 

Concerning    the    Sabbath. 

Ife  with  the  cock,and  clap  each  flu  tt'ring  wing, 


R' 


In  grateful  hymns  exultingly  rejoice- 
Early  to  God,  each  Sunday  morning,  fing 
With  glowing  heart,  and  with  a  tuneful  voice. 

2  Put  on  thy  beft,  at  leaft  a  cleanly  drefs, 
And  fanctify  thyfelf — or  don't  prefume 
Into  the  temple  of  the  Lord  to  prefs, 
Unlefs  prepare' d  with  decency  to  come. 

3  Then  to  the  temple,  innocently  gay, 
With  all  thy  family  around  thee,  go 
Thy  homage  to  the  Lord  of  hofts  to  pay  \ 
As  all  the  faints  of  old  were  wont  to  do. 

a  God 


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4  God,  likes  with  reverence  to  be  ador'd, 
Publicly  in  his  courts,  with  open  gates, 
Tho'  chiefly  on  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  : 
But  all  clandeftine  corner- worfhip  hates. 

5  His  whole  creation  God  completed  quite, 
On  the  fixth  day,  before  it  yet  was  eve  ; 
Do  thou  thy  labour  end  that  very  night, 
If  thou  doft  in  the  Chriftian  faith  believe. 

6  Be  fanctify'd  before  the  feventh  day, 

And  cleanfe  thy  veflel  from  each  finful  ftain, 

Wafh  thou  thyfelf  in  penitence — obey 

Thy  God and  ftrive  his  heart-felt  peace  to  gain . 

j  Before  the  fabbath  comes,  thy  foul  prepare, 
And  caft  each  worldly-minded  thought  away, 
That  thou  may'ft  do  the  work  of  God  with  care, 
And  proper  holinefs whilft  yet  'tis  day. 

3  Leave  thou  thy  fervants  and  thy  cattle  reft 
From  all  their  toil,  upon  that  facred  day  ; 
Let,  then,  no  anxious  cares  torment  thy  breaft, 
No  active  exercife,  or  wanton  play. 

9  To  fell  provifions,  or  to  bear  a  load, 
To  feek  amufements,  or  elfe  idly  play, 
To  work  thy  trade,or  travel  on  the  road, 
Are  all  forbidden  on  that  hallow'd  day. 
io  Take  heed,  left  thou  the  fabbath  fhou'dft  prophane^, 
At  morn,  at  noon,  or  in  the  ev'ning  grey, 
But,  e'en  at  home,  as  if  within  his  fane, 
To  God  thy  unremitted  worfhip  pay. 

1 1  Greater  attention,  whilft  thou   breathed,  pay, 
Upon  each  fabbath,  to  the  work  divine, 
Than  thou  wou'dft  give  on  any  other  dav, 
To  any  worldly  care,  or  tafk  of  thine. 

12  It  is  a  thing  as  requifite  to  feek 
Upon  that  day,  for  manna  to  fuftain 

The  hungry  foul as  'tis  throughout  the  w« 

To  fearch  for  food,  thy  body  to  maintain. 

1 3  E'er  yet  the  dawn  has  ilreak'd  the  eaftern  skies, 
E'er  yet  the  lark  has  fung  her  morning  lay, 

Early 


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Early,  upon  that  facred  day,  arife, 
That  thou  may'fl  pafs  it  in  a  pious  way. 

14  'Tis  not  a  day,  in  lifllefs  deep  to  wafte, 
'Tis  not  a  day,  to  lie  a- bed  fupine, 
But  'tis  a  day,  by  Chriftians  to  be  pafl, 
In  ev'ry  aft  and  exercife  divine  ! 

15  'Tis  not  a  day,    in  fauntring  to  be  paft, 
In  drunkennefs,  or  to  fome  bad  intent, 
But  'tis  a  day,  which,  long  as  it  does  laft, 
Shou'd  be  in  holy  works  entirely  fpent. 

1 6  A  day — which  in  devotion  we  fhou'd  fpend- 
A  day — to  do  the  bufinefs  of  the  Lord- 


A  day— we  fhou'd  in  praye'r  and  reading  end - 

A  day — whereon  our  God  fhou'd  be  ador'd 

1 7  A  day — from  ev'ry  worldly  work  to  reft 

A  day — to  deeds  of  holinefs  aflign'd 

A  day— that  is  beyond  all  others  bleft 

And  not  a  day— for  idlenefs  defign'd. 

1 8  Though  God  commands  us  all  to  keep  that  day 
Holy— and  thinks  therein  to  be  obey'd : 

Yet  lefs  attention  mod  of  us  ne'er  pay 
To  any  precept,  than  to  that  we've  paid. 

19  Of  all  the  days,  throughout  the  rolling  year. 
There's  not  a  day  we  pafs  fo  much  amifs— 
There's  not  a  day,  whereon  we  all  appear 

So  irreligious,  fo  profane,  as  this  ! 

20  A  day,  for  drunkennefs — a  day,   for  fport — 
A  day,  to  dance— a  day,  to  lounge  away, 
A  day,  for  riot  and  excefs  too  fhort, 
Amongft  mofl  Welfhmen,  is  the  fabbath-day. 

2 1  A  day,  to  fit-— a  day,  in  chat  to  fpend — 

A  day,  when  fighting  'mongft  us  mofl  prevails 

A  day,  to  do  the  errands  of  the  fiend . 

Such  is  the  fabbath  in  mofl  parts  of  Wales  ! 

22  The  very  day,  which  we  fhou'd  mofl  revere, 
We,  to  defile  it,  flill  feem  mofl  inclin'd, 

To  the  difhonour  of  our  Saviour  dear, 
And  to  the  grief  of  ev'ry  pious  mind. 

23  From 


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fcj  From  early  morn,  unto  the  eve'ning  gray. 
Be  (till  on  thy  religious  task  intent, 
And  let  no  portion  of  thy  Saviour's  day 
Be,  in  the  Devil's  work  or  worihip,  fpent* 

24  Remember  f till  to  keep  the  fabbath  day, 
And  keep  it  holy,  with  a  pious  mind  ; 
For  he  that  fpends  it  in  an  idle  way, 
Will  ne'er  regard,  whatever  he's  enjoin'd. 

25  Whether  at  church,  at  home,  or  if  abroad, 
Obferve  the  fabbath,  thou  and  all  thy  race, 
And  make  thy  family  adore  their  God 

As  well  at  home,  as  in  his  holy  place. 

26  Three  forts  of  works,  a  man  may  fafely  do 
Upon  the  feventh  day,  and  not  tranfgrefs- 


The  work  of  Jove — the  work  we're  force'd  unto — 1 
And  the  (till  pleafing  work  of  hoiinefs. 
2  7  The  work  of  hoiinefs,  a  man  then  does, 

To  hear  God's  word  and  his  due  homage  pay, 
When,  to  the  temple  of  the  Lord,  he  goes ; 
However  bad  the  road,  or  far  the  way. 

28  The  work  of  love,  or  charity  is  fhow'd, 

When  man  or  beaft  's  from  certain  death  reftrain'd— i 
When  beads  are  fodder'd  with  fufficient  food, 
And  when  the  poor  and  needy  are  maintain'd. 

29  Thofe  we,  as  necefTary  works,  admit, 

Which  none  could  at  another  time  require — - -* 

Such  as  to  fave  a  beaft,  falPn  to  a  pit, 
A  wife  in  labour,  or  a  houfe  on  fire. 

30  Worfe  than  bad  air,  is  an  afibciate  vile. 
Take  heed  all  evil  company  to  fhun— 
'Tis  a  rank  peft  —  'tis  pitch,  and  will  defile 
All  thofe —  nay,  e'en  the  beft,  that  to  it  run. 

A  Prayer  for  the  Church. 

1  OUpport,  O  God  !   with  thy  Almighty  aid 
ij  Thy  glorious  church,  that  fair  wide-fpreading  vine, 
Which  thy  right  hand  has  in  thy  vineyard  laid 
I:.'er  fince  the  birth  of  time)  with  art  divine. 

F  f  4  Let 


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2  Let  not  the  foreft>boar  the  plant  unroot- 


Let  not  wild  beads,  for  our  Redeemer's  fake*— 
Let  not  the  foe,  deftroy  it's  clufter'd  fruit, 
Nor  fcathe  and  havock  in  thy  vineyard  make. 

3  Be  thou  a  wall  of  fire,  by  night  and  day, 
This  choice  plantation  clofely  to  furround 
Still  let  thine  eye  the  fav'rite  fpot  furvey, 
And  thy  flrong  arm  defend  the  facred  ground. 

4  Hide  it,  as  men  from  harm  their  eyes  wou'd  hide, 
Feed  it,  as  duely  as  the  careful  fwain 

His  flock — adorn  it  gaily,  like  a  bride, 
And  fuffer  not  the  foe  it's  fence  to  gain. 

5  Rebuild  it's  walls,  and  ev'ry  breach  repair- 


Watch  at  each  gate,  and  make  each  inlet  faft 

Strengthen  it's  turrets,  ev'ry  paffage  bar 
Permit  no  enemy  to  lay  it  wafte. 

6  Suffer  nor  Turk,  nor  Pope,  nor  Pagan no-! 

Nor  any  Pow'r,  thy  vineyard  to  annoy 

But  flill  to  all  her  foes  be  thou  a  foe, 

And  all  her  adverfaries  quite  deftroy. 

7  Show'r  thou  thy  bleflings  daily  on  her  head, 
'Till  her  luxuriant  branches  fnall  extend 
From  fea  to  fea,  and  be  completely  fpread 
O'er  all  the  globe,  unto  creation's  end. 

8  O'erthrow  the  ferpent's  pow'r,  and  piecemeal  tear 

His  fable  throne,  and  crufh  his  baleful  head 

Erecl;  our  Saviour's  kingdom  ev'ry  where, 

And  mofl  triumphantly  on  Satan  tread. 

9  Slay  thou  the  fon  of  falfehood  with  thy  breath, 

Who  elevates  himfelf 'bove  all  that's  good 

And  put  that  old,  that  fcarlet-whore,  to  death, 
Who  flakes  her  thirfl,  fo  oft,  with  Chriftian  blood. 

io  O'er  all  the  world,  Lord,  let  thy  Gofpel  ride, 
That  ev'ry  realm  the  blefling  may  receive      ■  ■ 
That  it  may  conquer  all,  both  far  and  wide, 
And  ev'ry  foul  it's  doctrines  may  believe. 

i  i  Extend,  O  Lord !  thy  righteous  reign  around, 

To  ev'ry  nation,  and  to  ev'ry  place- 

Mong 


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5Mong  Greeks  and  Gentiles  let  thy  gifts  abound. 
And  make  them  all  partakers  of  thy  grace. 

12  Thy  tender  mercies  to  the  Jews  difplay 

To  them  thy  righteoufnefs  and  truth  explain *a 

Take  thou  their  callous  unbelief  away, 

And  to  thy  fold  admit  them  back  again. 

13  Blefs  ev'ry  realm,  where  Jems  is  ador'd, 
And  whofe  inhabitants  devoutly  live, 
Preferve  among  them  thy  mod  holy  Word, 
'Till  Chrift  himfelf  to  Judgement  ihall  arrive. 

Againft  SWEARING. 

1  1  'J  IS  clothes  were  rent  by  each  indignant  Jew, 
X"l    When  any  dare'd  Jehovah's  name  blafpheme^ 
But  many  Chriftians  no  emotion  mew, 

When  any,  now,  revile  the  God  fupreme. 

2  By  Pharaoh's  head,  if  an  Egyptian  fwore, 
And  falfely  fwore,  he  certainly  was  (lain  : 

If  Chriftians  fwear by Chrift'sfiem, wounds,  andgore, 
His  caufe,  there's  no  avenger  to  maintain. 

3  Jefus  but  once  was  wounded  by  the  Jews, 
Pierce'd  in  the  fide,  as  on  the  crofs  he  lay : 
But  Chriftians  by  their  mocking  oaths  abufe, 
And  wound  their  Lord,  a  thoufand  times  a-day, 

4  Be  not  at  all  amaze'd  to  fee  the  Great,. 
Their  lands  and  (lately  houfes  fell  away  : 
He'll  foon  difpofe  of  his  paternal  feat, 
Who,  to  his  God,  does  not  due  homage  pay. 

5  Survey  the  houfes  of  the  rich,  and  there 
Thou  many'  a  pack  of  painted  cards  may'ft  fee, 
And  dreadful  oaths  and  imprecations  hear : 

But  fcarce  e'er  find  one  book  of  piety. 

6  This  I  aver,  and  as  my  creed  maintain, 

That  none,  with  more  determin'd  accents,  fwear 
Among  the  fiends  in  agonizing  pain, 
Than  we  may  often  among  Chriftians  hear. 

7  There  are  whole  families,  ne'er  mention  God, 
But  when  they  (lander,  or  reviie  his  name, 

F  f   2  Nor 


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Nor  talk  of  their  bleft  Saviour's  precious  blood, 
But  juft  whilft  they  ar^  fwearing  by  the  fame. 

8  The  curfe  of  God,  his  houfe  will  never  leave, 
Who  falfely  fwears  by  God's  tremendous  name- 
But  fhall  to  ev'ry  flone  and  timber  cleave, 

'Till  utter  ruin  fhall  confume  the  fame. 

9  More  fafe  it  is  on  powder-cafks  to  (land 

Where  kitchen  chimnies  blaze,  and  fparks  are  near, 
Than  in  the  neateft  parlour  in  the  land, 
With  thofe,  who  are  accuftom'd  much  to  fwear. 
io  Full  ninefcore  thoufand,  of  the'  AfTyrian  name, 
Were  by  an  Angel  flaughter'd  on  the  plain, 
All  in  one  night— becaufe  they  dare'd  defame 
The  Lord  of  Hofts,  and  take  his  name  in  vain. 

1 1  It  was  the  Deity's  command  of  old 

All  fhou'd  be  ftone'd,  who  did  his  name  blafpheme: 

E'en  now,  he  will  not  fuch,  as  guiltlefs  hold 

But  as  determin'd  finners  ever  deem. 

12  Although  the  greater!  Judge,  that  ever  was, 
Shou'd  clear  each  perju'rer  that  before  him  came  $ 
Yet  God  himfelf  will  fentence  on  them  pafs, 
Becaufe  they  vilify'd  his  holy  name. 

The  Duty  of  Clergymen. 

i  T    ET  holinefs  upon  thy  front  appear, 
I  j    That  all  the  people  plainly  may  obferve, 
By  the  behaviour  thou  art  wont  to  bear, 
That  thou  doll  a  mod  holy  Matter  ferve. 

o.  Make  thou  the  bells,  that  fringe  thy  robes  around, 
Whcre-e'er  thou  goeft,  make  a  pleafing  noife, 
That  all  may  hear  the  Gofpel's  joyous  found, 
And,  in  the  words  thou  uttereft,  rejoice. 

3  Make  the  pomegranates  on  thy  facred  drefs, 

Like  thofe  of  Aaron,  Died  a  fweet  perfume 

Make  them  the  fragrance  of  good  works  exprefs, 
In  ev'ry  company,  where  thou  (halt  come. 

4  Make  thou  thy  conduct  yield  a  grateful  fmell, 
Make  thou  thy  calling  mine.,  as  bright  as  day, 

Make 


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Make  thou  each  word,  thy  lip  flail  utfer,  tell. 
That  thou  dolt  Jefus  Chrift  alcne  obey. 

5  Thou,  by  thy  calling,   art  a  man  of  God, 
And  to  thy  Saviour's  fervice  dofl  belong  : 
That  a  King's  iervant  fhou'd  appear  abroad, 
Like  common  menials,  is  abfurdly  wrong. 

6  Thou  art  a  herald  from  the  King  of  heaven, 
To  teach  his  will  unto  the  world,  employ'd ; 
Let  not  a  word,  that  to  thy  charge  was  given, 
Through  thy  neglect,  become  unheard,  and  void. 

7  Thou  art  a  Shepherd,  call'd  the  flock  to  keep, 
Which  Jefus,  with  his  precious  blood,  did  buy  •, 
Then  ftarve  not,  through  neglect,  a  fingle  fhecp, 
Left  on  thy  head  it's  blood  fhou'd  heavy  lie. 

8  Righteoufnefs,  with  the  facred  Urim,  bear 

Bear  knowledge,  with  the  Thummim,  on  thy  breaft, 
Deep  in  thy  bolbm,  both  thofe  virtues  wear : 

It  is  the  duty  of  each  worthy   Prieft. 

9  When  once  thy  hand  is  put  unto  the  plough, 

Follow  thy  calling,  and  drive  boldly  on 

Nor,  like  a  dog,  back  to  thy  vomit  go  : 

The  crown,  by  perfeverance,  muft  be  won. 
io   Becaufe  he,  in  the  day  of  battle,  fled, 

Ephraim  was  long  among  the  tribes  difgrac'cl ; 
So,  from  thy  duty  fhou'd  It  thou  now  be  led, 
Worie  will  thy  end  be,  than  thy  life-time  pafs'd, 

1 1  Like  James  and  Peter,  to  thy  Saviour  cleave, 
Quitting  thy  bark,  e'er  thou'rt  of  life  bereft; 
The  votaries  of  Chrift  this  world  muft  leave, 
As  Levi  the  receipt  of  cuitom  left. 

12  This  world,  and  all  it's  wealth,  renounce  with  fcorn, 
Since  for  thy  life  thou  ftarteft  on  the  courfe  : 

A  load  of  earth,  by  either  of  them  bor'n. 
Will  tire  the  ftrongeft  man,  or  fleeteit  horfe. 
!  3  Each  cumb'ring  paflion  and  affection  bale, 
With  ev'ry  fin  that  on  thy  confcience  lies, 
Fling-ofF,  and  ftrive  in  the  celeftial  race 
By  patience  to  obtain  the  glorious  prize. 

F  f  3  1 4  Feed 


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I4  Feed  thou  the  flock  of  Chrift  with  care  and  zeal, 

Not  like  a  prefs'd,  or  mercenary  flave 

And  then — when  he  his  glory  fhall  reveal — 
Thou  (halt  a  crown,  and  envy'd  honours  have. 

£5  Woe  to  the  Paftor!  who  does  nothing  fay, 

Nor  fpreads  the  Chriflian  doctrines — at  his  hands 
The  blood  of  thoufands  fhall  be  fought  that  day, 
When  he,  at  God's  tribunal,  trembling  ftands. 

16  Three  fev'ral  ways,  thou  fhou'dft  Chrift's  lambkins 
And  keep  them  from  the  fatal  fiend,  defpair,    [feed, 

1.  By  the  pure  Gofpel,  whenfoe'er  they  need 

2.  By  good  example,  and  3.  by  ardent  pray'r. 

1 7  Better  than  angels,  are  all  Priefts  of  worth, 
The  bad,  are  worfe  than  the  infernal  hofl — 

The  good,  to  realms  of  light  will  lead  us  forth — 
The  bad,  will  let  us  all  be  wholly  loft. 

'iS  Drefs  thou  thy  vineyard,  'twill  large  cluflers  give- 
Sow  thou  thy  land,  green  blades  will  clothe  the  field, 
Feed  well  thy  flock,  and  it  amain  will  thrive— 
Inflrucl  thy  Parifh — it  will  virtue  yield. 

19  Your  flocks,  ye  Pallors !  with  good  precepts  teach, 
And  into  Canaan,  through  the  defert,  lead  : 
In  vain  mall  Doctors  wholefome  doctrines  preach, 
Unlefs  their  lives  and  language  be  agreed. 

4o  Be  gentle  to  your  tender  flocks — but  raife, 
Whene'er  the  wolves  approach,  a'larming  cry : 
The  flocks,  by  gentle  language  cheer'd,  will  graze— 
The  wolves,  difcourage'd  by  your  fhouts,  will  fly. 

4i  Indulge  the  fportive  lambkins  with  the  teat, 

But  check  the  rams'  perverfenefs  with  the  crook — 

Be  mild  unto  the  guilelefs  folk,  but  treat 

With  flernnefs  thofe  that  won't  good  doctrine  brook, 

£2  Still  in  your  hands  your  proper  weapons  weild, 
As  erfl  the  Jews,  when  Sion's  walls  they  rear'd, 

A  trowel — the  grand  edifice  to  build 

A  fword,  your  people  from  their  foes  to  guard. 

£3  Let  each  of  you,  his  charge  with  manna  feed, 
And  to  the  verdant  paftu res  often  call : 

Shou'd 


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Shou'd  any  of  them  chance  to  die  for  need, 
Their  blood  fhall  on  the  heedlefs  fhepherd  fall. 

24  Drive  home  each  ftraggler,  at  the  clofe  of  day, 

And  fold,  at  night,  the  bleating  pris'ners  all 

Permit  not  one,  to  lag  behind,  or  ftray : 

God  each  bad  fhepherd  to  account  will  call ! 
:,$  You  are  the  lamps,  fhou'd  make  the  church  of  God, 

And  all  your  congregations,  fhine  full  bright 

O,  let  your  lives,  like  torches,  blaze  abroad, 
That  men  may  walk  in  the  refulgent  light ! 

26  The  lamp,  it's  oil  and  wick  does  freely  fpend, 
To  light  each  true  believer  with  it's  rays : 
Do  you  your  lives  in  that  employment  end, 
That  your  parifhioners  may  fee  the  blaze. 

27  You  are  the  fait,  to  feafon  ev'ry  foul, 

And  to  preferve  them,  from  corruption,  fweet 

Then  feafon  all,  who  in  their  vices  roll, 

Left  Chrift  fhou'd  trample  you  beneath  his  feet. 

25  It  is  a  mocking  fight  to  fee  a  fheep 
Mangled  within  the  wolfs  blood-reekingjaws, 
But  one  far  worfe  to  fee  a  finner  weep, 
(Thro*  lack  of  knowledge)  in  the  devil's  paws. 

29  'Tis  bad,  to  fee  a  field  of  ripen'd  grain 
Unreap'd,  for  want  of  hands  fufficient,  lie  : 
But  worfe,  to  fee  men's  fouls  untaught  remain, 
For  want  of  pallors,  and  by  thoufands  die. 

30  5Tis  fad,  to  fee  a  child  upon  the  coals 

(Only  for  want  of  due  afTiftance)  fry  ! 

But  worfe  in  hell,  to  fee  unnumber'd  fouls-, 
Becaufe  no  Priefb  did  timely  aid  fupply. 

3 1  Themfelves,  into  a  pool,  to  fee  men  throw, 
(For  want  of  good  advice)  is  very  fad  ! 
But  worfe,  alas  !   to  fee  a  million  go 

To  hell — becaufe  they  no  inftruclion  had. 
3?,  The  herald  of  the  morn  firft  claps  his  wings, 
And  wakes  himfelf,  before  he  wakes  each  fpoufe; 
So  ought  the  herald  of  the  King  of  kings, 
To  roufe  himfelf,  e'er  he  his  flock  does  roufe. 

Ff  4  33  As 


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1 3  As  Aaron's  rod,  leaves,  flowTrs,  and  almonds  bore  * 
(To  fhew  how  much  he  was  preferr'd  by  God) 
But  neither  leaf,  nor  fruit,  nor  blooming  rlow'r, 
Did  once  appear  on  any  other  rod. 

34  So  ought  the  Clergy,  each  in  his  degree, 
With  ev'ry  virtue  largely  to  abound, 
Although  the  reft,  whate'er  their  callings  be, 
Shou'd,  without  virtue,  all  their  lives  be  found. 

35  How  can  the  blind,  with  fafety  lead  the  blind  ? 
How  can  the  dumb,  at  the  grim  wolf  e'er  growl  ? 
How  can  the  barren,  any  milk  e'er  find, 

To  nurfe  a  child,  or  feed  a  famifh'd  foul  ? 

36  The  dog's  worth  nothing that  is  ftill  afleep — 

And  the  bad  fervant- — —that  is  idle  ftill — ; 

And  the  fpoil'd  fait that  can't  it's  favour  keep, 

And  the  vile  ihepherd who  his  fheep  does  kill. 

3  7   A  horfe,  may  a  good  ftallion  prove,  when  blind — 

A  fallen  roof,  may  to  the  fire  be  thrown 

Some  ufe,  one  for  a  broken  pot  may  find 

But  nought  can,  with  an  idle  prieft,  be  done. 

36  Who'll  put  the  blind,  to  guide  thofe  without  eyes? 
Who'll  put  the  mute,  to  chide  the  wolf  av/ay  ? 
Who'll  put  a  fool,  the  foolifli  to  advife  ? 
Who'll  put  a  dunce,  to  fhare  an  army's  pay? 

39  The  fightlefs,  on  a  tow'r — the  foe  to  fee 

The  ftupid — to  inftrucl:  a  ftupid  race 

The'  unfkillful  fteerfman,  to  the  helm,  at  fea, 
By  man  are  place'd — God  fuch  did  never  place.. 

40  If  thou  art  learn'd — the'  unlearn'd  inftrucl:  with  care, 

If  a  good  fhepherd — guide  thy  flock  with  fkill > 

If  a  wife  fteward — give  to  each  his  fhare, 

If  a  true  Chriftian,  do  thy  Mafter's  will. 

41  If  thou'rt  a  faithful  dog,  the  thief  oppofe — 1 — 
If  thou'rt  an  angler — labour  men  to  catch, 

If  thou'rt  a  watchman,  guard  againft  thy  foes, 
And  tell,  in  time,  what  happens  in  thy  watch. 

42  Where  no  feed's  caft,  nought  thence  can  e'er  be  mown, 
And  where  no  trumpets  found,  no  armies  move, 

From 


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From  fheep  unfed,  no  profit  e'er  was  known. 
Where  no  one's  taught,  none  ever  can  improve. 

43  If  thou'rt  a  vine-drefTer,  thy  vineyard  till, 
And  from  the  plants  prune  ev'ry  ufelefs  fhoot, 
Their  roots,  their  trunks,  their  branches,  drefs  with 
Left  they  fhou'd  all  be  fell'd,  for  want  of  fruit.    [fkiila 

44  If  any  love,  O  Peter  !    warms  thy  breaft 
For  Chrifl,  thy  Saviour,  and  fincereft  friend, 
Let  it  be  to  his  tender  flock  expreft, 

Feed  well  his  lambs,  and  them  from  wolves  defend. 

45  Let  not  his  fheep  in  the  wild  defert  flray, 
Let  not  the  forefl  beads  his  younglings  kill, 
Let  not  difeafes  on  their  bodies  prey, 

For  want  of  proper  phyfic,  care,  and  fkill. 

46  Ye  paflors  all,  whatever  your  degree, 
Shine,  like  the  liars  upon  a  frofty  night, 
But  be  not  like  the  moon,  whofe  orb  we  fee 
Yeild,  when  o'erfpread  with  fpots,  a  fainter  light. 

47  Make  your  voice  ring,  throughout  the  church,  alouda 
So  angels  praife  the  Lord  in  paradife  ! 

Make  yourfelves  known  above  the  vulgar  crowd, 
And  mine,  like  flars,  when  they  illume  the  ikies. 

48  Happy  the  PrierT,  who  in  his  pulpit  dies, 
As  he  the  Gofpel  to  his  flock  difplays, 
Or  in  the  temple,  on  his  bended  knees, 
As  for  the  people  he  devoutly  prays. 

49  The  cloudy  pillar,  let  each  Parlor  be, 

Or  that  of  fire — the  narrow  path  to  fhow, 
How  all  (from  their  Egyptian  bondage  free) 
May  to  the  heav'nly  Canaan  fafely  go. 

50  O !   with  what  confcience  can  a  fhepherd  fhear 
The  flock,  he  never  fed  ?  nor  be  afhame'd 
To  eat  the  ofFring  without  any  fear, 
Though,  againfl  vice,  he  never  has  exclaim'd  ! 

51  Ah  me  !   how  many  a  moan,  and  piteous  plaint, 
Shall  thousands  makewhen  they  to  doom  are  brought, 
Who  now,  for  lack  of  good  inflruclion,  faint, 
Squl-ftarve'dj  and  ruin'd  thro'  their  Paflor's  fault  ? 

Concerning 


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Concerning  the  Divine  Providence. 

1  y^l  OD  ne'er  any  good  from  thofe 

VJT  With-holds,  who  fear  Him  here  below  : 
On  them  He  grace  and  fame  beftows, 
Nor  ldfs,  nor  crofs  they  e'er  fhall  knov/. 

2  Throw  thou  on  him  thy  troubles  all, 
And  He  will  thee  with  plenty  feed  -y 
He  will  not  leave  the  righteous  fall, 
Nor  ever  fufter  them  to  need. 

3  God  fays  (of  that  advantage  make !; 
"Open  thy  mouth,  I  will  thee  feed:" 
Pains  in  fome  honeft  calling  take, 
And  all  thy  labours  mall  fucceed. 

4  Though  lions,  and  each  brute  befide, 
Are  oft  diftrefs'd  for  want  of  food  ; 
Yet  they,  who  in  their  God  confide, 
Shall  never  want  for  ought  that's  good. 

5  God  gives  the  very  abjecls  food  ; 
Supplies  the  Turk,  and  Pagan's  need, 
His  very  foes  He  fills  with  good, 
And  fhall  He  not  his  fervants  feed  r 

6  At  too  much  riches  never  aim, 
But  be  content  with  what  is  thine: 
God  never  will  thofe  folks  difclaim5 
Who  duely  keep  his  laws  divine. 

y  Implore  God's  help  in  ev'ry  ill, 
He  is  the  Giver  of  all  good  : 
But  fhou'dft  thou  truft  thy  net  and  skill, 
Thou'dft  lofe  the  filh,  that  by  thee  flood, 

8  Full  many  a  man  ftill  lives  in  need, 

Becaufe  on  God  he  ne'er  rely'd 

Full  many  a  one  ftill  begs  his  bread, 
Who  did  in  his  own  flrength  confide. 

9  Since  God  is  always  to  them  kind, 
Why  do  they  die  for  want  of  aid, 

But  'caufe  they  on  their  ftrength  reclin'd. 
And  ne'er  for  his  afiiftance  pray'd  ? 

10  God 


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io  God  never  knov/s  the  leaft  rcpofe, 
But  for  his  fervants  flill  prepares ; 
Whilft  at  our  eafe  we  fweetly  doze, 
He  daily  for  his  houfehold  cares. 

1 1  Say,  can  a  mother  e'er  forget 

Her  charge,  and  fucking  babe  neglect  ? 

But  lhou'd  it  be  neglected yet 

God  will  his  fervants  recollect. 

12  E'er  thou  flialt  woe  or  want  behold, 
(If  thou  doft  truly  God  obey)' 
He'll  tell  a  fifh  to  fetch  thee  gold, 
Thy  juft  expences  to  defray. 

13  Though,  like  the,  widow's  meal,  thy  (lore 

Shou'd  be  but  fmall yet  in  a  trice 

(If  thou  doft  Itridtly  God  adore) 

He'll  make  that  little  ftore  fuffice. 

14  Do  not  on  thy  own  arm  rely, 
Thy  ftrength  or  thy  fuperior  skill, 

But  on  thy  friend,  the  Lord  moft  high  ! 
If  thou  woud'ft  be  preferv'd  from  ill. 

15  God  feeds  the  warblers  of  the  wood, 
And  clothes  the  lilies  of  the  plain  -y 
God  gives  to  all  things  living  food, 
And  will  he  not  his  fons  fuftain  ? 

16  The  ravens  neither  fow  nor  reap, 
They  have  no  barns  to  houfe  their  feed  5 
Yet  God  does  e'en  the  ravens  keep, 
And  them,  through  ev'ry  feafon,  feed. 

1 7  Obferve  the  lily,  and  the  rofe, 

To  toil  and  fpin  they  ne'er  were  known, 
Yet  God  indulges  them  with  clothes, 
More  gay,  than  monarch  e'er  put  on. 

18  On  God,  each  living  creature's  eyes 
Are  fix'd — He,  with  a  parent's  care, 
The  wants  of  all  the  world  fupplies, 
And  gives  to  each  it's  proper  fhare. 

19  He  opes  his  bounteous  hand  full  wide. 
And  feeds  each  animal  that  lives, 


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And  ne'er  leaves  any  unfupply'd, 
But  to  them  all  due  meafure  gives. 

20  He  to  the  iion's  whelps  gives  food — 

To  each  fierce  rambler  of  the  wild 

To  the  black  raven's  gloffy  brood — 
And  fhall  He  not  to  ev'ry  child  ? 

2 1  Thou  doft  not  drop  a  fingle  hair, 
Without  a  Providence  divine  — 
No  fparrow  tumbles  from  the  air — 
Nought  haps,  which  God  did  not  defign, 

2 2  Already  has  God's  Providence 

To  thee,  breath,  being,  ftrength  allow'd— 
Health,  knowledge,  reafo^memo'ryjfenfe : 
Will  he  not,  think'ft  thou,  give  thee  food? 

23  Two  fparrows,  as  they  are  fo  fmall, 
Are  purchafe'd  for  a  fingle  mite  ; 
Tho'  little,  yet  God  feeds  them  all : 
Art  thou  lefs  precious  in  his  fight  ? 

24  Though  God,  for  all  his  creatures  here, 
With  a  moft  lib'ral  hand  provides  ^ 
Yet  is  the  foul  of  man  more  dear 

To  Him,  than  all  His  works  befides. 

25  On  God,  thy  cares  and  troubles  lay — 
For  thee,  He  always  is  in  pain  : 

If  Chrift  thou  truly  doft  obey, 
A  fure  reward  thou  fhalt  obtain. 

Concerning    PURGATORY. 

1  fTT^Here's  nought  in  nature  that  can  purge  a  foul, 

But  the  Lamb's  blood,  which  for  our  fins  was 
It  cleanfes  ev'ry  vice  and  habit  foul,  [flain  5 

And  purifies  the  confcience  from  each  ftain. 

2  Two  roads  thtfre  are,  wherein  all  men  muft  go  -y 
To  ruin,  one— to  life,  the  other  leads — 

A  third,  no  man  can  from  the  gofpels  fhow, 
Which  he  that  goes  to  purgatory  treads. 

3  Two  places  only,  in  the  world  unknown, 
Thofe  books  point  out  for  all  men,  when  they  die, 

Heaven 


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Heaven  and  Hell— nor  can  a  third  befhown  : 
For  Purgatory  's  but  a  ir*opifh  lie. 

4  Two  forts  alone  of  men,  on  earth,  are  known, 
The  unbelievers,  and  the  faithful  train — 
The  former  to  perdition,  fhall  be  thrown} 
The  latter  fhall  in  endlefs  blifs  remain. 

5  Fire  can  torment,  'tis  true,  and  hurt  a  man      ■       * 
Fire  can  all  earthly  fubflances  devour 

But  neither  fire,  nor  ought  created,  can 
Make  pure  one  foul,  befides  our  Saviour's  gore. 

6  Fire  may  the  gold  from  all  it's  drofs  refine, 
Fire  may  confume  chaff,  flraw,  or  logs  of  wood, 
But  neither  fire,  nor  ought  thou  canfl  divine, 
Can  purify  thy  foul,   befides  Chrift's  blood. 

7  The  man  that  does  not  go  to  paradife, 
Where  our  Redeemer  Jefus  Chrift  remains, 
Shall  down,  to  hell,  be  hurry'd,  when  he  dies, 
With  Satan,  there  to  fuffer  ceafelefs  pains. 

8  The  man,  that  does  not,  at  departing,  fly 
Like  happy  Lazarus,  to  Abraham's  breaft, 
Mufl  foon  to  hell's  infernal  furnace  hie, 
Like  Dives,  by  the  fiend  to  be  diftreft. 

9  This  Purgatory  is  not  in  the  sky, 
Nor  in  the  earth,  nor  is  it  in  the  fea, 
Nor  does  it  in  the  nether  regions  lie, 
Where  then  can  this  fame  Purgatory  be  ? 

io  Since  fome  afTert,  that  in  the  roaring  main, 
Some,in  the  earch— and  fome,in  hell  below, 
Others,  that  it  in  Etna  lies,  maintain  : 
Which  of  them  all,  mufl  I  give  credit  to? 

1 1  That,  'tis  the'  angelic  hoft,  fome  papifts  fay, 
Others  affirm,   'tis  hell's  old  fable  train, 
Punifhes  thofe,  who  there  are  doom'd  to  flay-, 
Whilft  others  know  not  what  they  fnall  maintain  : 

1 2  Some  fay,  that  they  fhall  be  in  water  boil'd, 
Others,  that  they  in  penal  fire  fhall  fry: 

Since  they  can't  tell,  who  fhall  be  fod,  who  broil'd, 
We  may  conclude  the  whole  to  be  a  lie, 

t  3  Small 


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13  Small  venial  fins  alone,  as  fome.  maintain, 
Before  the  Purgatorial  court  appear, 
Others  believe  it,  full  as  ftrong  and  plain, 
That  deadly  fins  are  only  punifh'd,  there. 

j  4  Some,  thofe  tremendous  pains  muft  undergo 
'Till  doom'fday,  as  it  is  by  many  faid — 
Some,  for  a  thoufand  years  to  come,  or  fo — 
Some,  'till  an  off' ring,  for  their  fins  be  paid. 

15  But  when  this  off' ring  on  th' altar's  place'd, 
Each  pried,  or  prelate,  can  a  pardon  have, 
Or  elfe  the  Pope,  with  Peter's  powers  grace'd, 
Can,  whom  he  will,  from  Purgatory  fave. 

16  The  money'd  churl  fhall  foon  be  loofed  from  thence, 
Entirely  free  from  purgatorial  pain  ; 

Whilft  the  poor  wretch,  who  has  no  ftock  of  pence, 
Shall  long  (what  care  fuch  pallors?)  there  remain. 

17  If  Purgatory  make  the  finner  pure, 

For  what  was  our  Redeemer's  paffion  good? 
Why  did  He  pains  ineffable  endure  ? 
Why  did  He  offer  up  his  precious  blood  ? 

1 8  If  it  be  that,  which  wafhes  fin  away, 

And  all  our  filth — what  do  the  fcriptures  mean, 

When  they  fo  oft,  and  fo  exprefsly,  fay, 

That  'tis  the  blood  of  Chrift,  which  makes  us  clean? 

19  In  vain  did  Chrift  pour  out  his  precious  blood, 
(His  death  and  fufferings  all  entirely  loft) 
That  we  might  warn  in  that  all-cleanfing  flood  ; 
If  Purgatory  fuch  effects  can  boaft. 

20  O,  let  me  wafh  my  filthinefs  away, 

And  bleach  my  foul  in  Chrift's  abftergent  gore! 
Then  let  the  Pope  in  Purgatory  key 
My  foul:  I  value  not  his  papal  pow'r. 

2 1  The  bloody  tenets,  that  the  Papifts  hold, 
The  Chriftian  blood  that  they  lb  often  fpill, 
Shew  me,  they  are  not  of  Chrift's  peaceful  fold, 
But  wolves  that  take  delight  his  fheep  to  kill. 

Concerning 


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Concerning  Perfeverance  in  a  State  of  Grace. 

1  TV  TOne  e'er  his  Maker's  matchlefs  might  withftood, 
^^     He's  ever  fledfaft,  and  fupremely  good, 
He  will  fulfil,  whate'er  he  did  propofe, 
And  none,  whom  he  has  chofen,  will  he  lofe. 

1  It  is  impofiible,  he  fhou'd  neglect 
A  fingle  foul  amongft  his  own  elect : 
Although  the  world,  theflefh,  and  fiend  fhou'd  join^ 
They  cou'd  not  one  of  all  his  Bock  purloin. 

3  God  is  with  wondrous  faithfulnefs  replete, 
Whate'er  he  once  defign'd,  he  will  complete : 
Our  fouls  and  bodies  he  will  fpotlefs  keep, 

'Till  Chrift  fhall  come,  and  drive  to  heav'n  hisfrieep, 

4  God  chofe  his  faints,  before  their  birth  of  old, 
And  in  the  Book  of  Life  their  names  enroll'd : 
Nor  can  the  fiend,  on  any  fly  pretence, 
Eraze  the  name  of  any  one  from  thence. 

5  Whom  God  elected  long  before  the  fall, 
Them  will  he,  at  a  proper  feafon,  call, 
They  from  their  fins  fhall  be  entirely  free'd, 
And  them,  he'll  to  celeftial  glories  lead. 

6  A  fure  foundation  (as  St.  ir'aul  has  faid) 
Our  gracious  God  for  his  elect  has  laid  : 

He  knows  full  well  all  them,  whom  he  e'er  chofe, 
And  will  not  one  of  all  the  number  lofe. 

7  O,  little  flock,  fay,  why  art  thou  afraid  ? 
E'er  the  foundations  of  the  world  were  laid, 
Thy  bounteous  God  to  thee,  for  Jefu's  fake, 

A  kingdom  gave,  which  none  can  from  thee  take, 

8  The  Lord  his  fear,  (to  ev^ry  faithful  heart 

In  his  own  flock)  has  promis'd  to  impart 

To  which,  if  it  does  not  at  all  times  cleave, 
Yet  it  the  fame  fhall  ne'er  entirely  leave. 

9  Our  heav'nly  Sire  has  fet  his  feal  on  thofe, 
Whom  he,  through  Jefu's  mediation,  chofe, 
And,  as  an  earneft,  with  the  Holy  Ghoft 

Has  fill'd  their  hearts,  that  none  of  them  be  loflr. 

10  Eternal 


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to  Eternal  life  our  bleffed  Saviour  gives 
To  ev'ry  one,  that  faithfully  believes, 
Nor  can  a  fingle  foul  of  them  be  loft, 
Since  they  have  Jefus  and  the  Holy  Ghoft. 

1 1  The'  Omnipotent  preferves  his  children  all, 
Left  they  into  atrocious  fins  mould  fall, 

And  plenteoufly,  through  faith,  on  them  beftows 
Salvation,  and  in  heave'n  a  bleft  repofe. 

12  God,  will  preferve  them  from  a  lhameful  fall 

God,  from  tranfgrefiion  will  reftrain  them  all 

God,  will  protect  them,  with  a  parent's  care, 
'Till  they  to  his  tribunal  fummon'd  are. 

13  The  fons  of  Jacob  were  not  fave'd  of  old 
Becaufe  they  never  change'd ;  but  we  are  told, 
That  they  were  fave'd,  on  this  account  alone, 
Becaufe  their  God  to  change  was  never  known. 

14  A  man  can't  be  of  his  falvation  fure, 
Becaufe  he  is,  in  his  own  mind,  fecure, 
But  from  the  promis'd  covenant  of  heaven, 
Whereby  his  fins,  through  Chrift,  are  all  forgiven. 

1 5  Though  Peter  his  Redeemer  once  difown'd, 
Though  David  fell,  e'en  to  the  very  ground, 
Yet,  afterwards,  the  Lord  his  fpirit  fent, 
And  caufe'd  them  both  fincerely  to  repent. 

16  Although  the  fons  of  God  do  oft  tranfgrefs, 
And,  through  temptation,  fall  to  fome  excefs, 
Their  fall  is,  notwithftanding,  ne'er  fo  great, 
But  they  can  ftand  again  upon  their  feet. 

1 7  Though  Peter's  tongue  his  Matter's  did  difown, 
For  fear  of  being  to  a  prifon  thrown, 

His  heart  no  treachery  at  all  deiign'd, 
But  to  his  Lord  was  ever  well-inclin'd. 

18  Though  fin  fhou'd  chance  to  fteal  on  the  elect, 
And  all  the  faints,  at  times,  their  God  neglect; 
Yet  none  of  them  e'er  rove  fo  far  aftray, 

But  that,  though  loft,  they  can  regain  the  way. 

19  Shou'd  it  e'er  chance  that  God's  elected  Son 
Shou'd  erf,  the  holy  Spirit  fpurs  him  on, 

By 


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By  true  contrition,  to  amend  his  ways  ^ 
Nor  can  he  reft,  'till  he  the  call  obeys. 
20  If  God  once  choofes  thee  for  his  eled, 
He  never  will  again  his  choice  reject: 
No  change  can  e'er  affect  the  God  above ; 
Whom  He  once  love'd,  He  will  for  ever  love. 

That  a  Woman  ought  to  fuckle  her  Child, 
unlefs  fhe  be  weak  and  fickly. 

i  TT7*Ith  milk  from  thy  own  breafts  thy  children 
W  nurfe, 

And  be  not  than  the  female  dragon  worfe; 
For  ev'ry  animal,  e'en  rave'nous  beads, 
Suckle  their  young,  if  they  have  any  breafts. 

2  God  form'd  the  teats,  the  tender  young  to  rear, 
As  He  prepare'd  the  womb  it's  load  to  bear  •, 
The  paps  that  give  no  fuck  are  nothing  more 
Than  the  feal'd  womb,  which  never  children  bore* 

2  If  thou  haft  milk  fufficient,  when  a  nurfe  ; 
With-hold  it  not,  left  it  fhou'd  prove  a  curfe  : 
Sarah  was  ninety  years  of  age,  when  firft, 
A  joyful  mother  !  fhe  her  Ifaac  nurft. 

4  If,  for  this  purpofe,  God  thy  milk  prepar'd, 
Why  fhou'd  thy  babe  be  of  it's  due  debar'd  ? 
5Tis  hard,  that  thou  fhou'dft  rob  thy  girl,   or  boy? 
Of  that  which  nature  meant  it  fhou'd  enjoy  ! 

ADVICE  to  a  Woman,  not  to  grieve  too 
much  for  the  Death  of  her  Child. 

1  C^\  '  Martha>  Martha,  ceafe  thy  plaintive  moan — i 
W   Take  comfort — check  thy  over  frequent  figha 
For  thy  dear  babe — whom  God  in  mercy  foon 
Took  from  this  vale  of  tears  to  paradife. 

2  This  pungent  grief,  my  fifter  dear,  reftrain, 
And  to  lament  thy  darling  infant  ceafe, 

Whom  God  lhatch'd  hence,  from  agonizing  pain. 
To  live  with  Chrift  in  everlafting  peace  : 


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3  A  meflenger  was  fent  by  God,  in  love, 

To  fetch  him  from  amidfl  the  vicious  throng, 
And  bear  him  to  the  glorious  realms  above, 
To  chant  forth  hymns,  the  bleffed  faints  among. 

4  The  very  angels  who  convey'd  of  yore 
The  foul  of  Lazarus,  to  Abraham's  breaft, 
Above  the  skies  thy  little  infant  bore 

In  their  own  arms,  in  endlefs  joys  to  reft. 
'5  God  took  him  to  Himfelf,  with  meaning  kind, 
E'er  fin  had  time  his  morals  to  defile, 
Or  evil  converfe  cou'd  corrupt  his  mind, 
Or  hurt  his  fame,  by  (landers  dark  and  vile. 

6  But  now,  nor  feeming  friend,  nor  open  foe, 
Nor  flanderous  reports,  nor  wanton  j efts, 
Can  any  harm  to  thy  dear  infant  do, 

Since  he  with  Chrift,in  peace  and  fafetyrefts— 

7  With  Chrift  he  reds,  from  ev'ry  fenfe  of  pain, 
From  ev'ry  mifery,  exempted  quite — 

"With  Chrift,  the  Lamb,  and  his  celeftial  train, 
He  fings  the  praifes  of  the  Sire  of  light. 

8  Take  comfort  then,  thy  fpirits  elevate 
Above  the  tumults  of  this  earthly  fphere  : 
Didft  thou  but  fee,  in  what  furprizing  (late, 

He  fits  with  Chrift,  thou  woifdft  not  (hed  a  tear, 

9  Look  up,  and  fee  thy  child  with  rapture'd  eyes, 
Rank'd  by  his  Saviour  with  the  virgin  train, 
Who  were  long  fince  admitted  to  the  skies, 
Becaufe  they  kept  their  bodies  free  from  ftain ! 

io  Behold  the  linen  robes,  fo  dazzling  white, 

The  gift  of  Chrift  !  which  thy  fweet  infant  wears, 
E'er  fince  he  enter'd  to  the  realms  of  light ; 
Nut  more  refulgent  the  bright  fun  appears  [ 

1 1  See  there  the  gorgeous  crown  of  burnifrYd  gold, 
Which  Chrift  upon  thy  infant's  head  has  placed  ! 
The  fons  of  light  in  all  their  pomp  behold, 
And  thy  own  babe  with  regai  honours  grace'd  ! 

12  Behold  him  with  the  choir  of  angels  vie, 

':*  with  countlefs  numbers  throng  ! 

See, 


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See,  where  his  chair  of  ftate  is  rear'd  on  high, 
And  litten  to  his  fweetly-vary'd  long  ! 

13  See,  with  his  hands  he  iweeps  the  golden  lyre, 
And  beats  forth  mnfic  from  it's  trembling  ftrings, 
To  which  the  praifes  of  the'  eternal  Sire, 

And  of  the  Lamb,  with  tuneful  voice  he  fings  ! 

14  Lift  to  thefweet  Hofannah's  which  he  fings, 
(How,  holy,  holy,  holy,  loud  he  cries!) 
And  Halelujah's  to  the  King  of  Kings, 
E'er  fince  he  firft  was  taken  to  the  skies  ! 

15  Behold  the  manna,  and  the  fruitage  fweet, 
Which  he  among  the  faints  of  God  enjoys  ! 
Without  allowance,  or  reftraint,  they  eat, 
And  yet  the  plenteous  banquet  never  cloys  ! 

16  Behold  the  fount,  whence  living  waters  flow, 
Where  he  his  third  may  at  his  pleafure  flake  ! 
Who  tail.es  them  once,  no  thirft  again  fh all  know, 
Nor  ever  need  a  fecond  draught  to  take  ! 

1 7  See  there  the  city,   where  he  does  refide, 

Whofe  fpatious  ftreets  are  pave'd  with  glitt'ring  gold? 
And  all  whofe  walls  are  face'd  on  either  fide 
With  precious  flones,  amazing  to  behold  ! 

18  Look  up,  and  fee,  who  his  companions  are  ! 
Who  but  the  faints,  and  the  angelic  train  ? 

For  Devil,  or  for  man,  they  need  not  care 

Do  all  they  can — they  cannot  give  them  pain. 

19  The  only  labour,  he  applies  him  to, 
Is  the  great  fabbath  to  obferve  aright, 

Among  the  faints with  nothing  elfe  to  do, 

But  ever  to  applaud  the  Source  of  light. 

20  Behold,  no  forrow,  lafiltude,  or  pain, 

No  hunger,  thirft,  difeafe,   or  darknefs,  there 

But  endlefs  joys  and  happinefs,  remain, 
Where  thy  fweet  babe  does  now  in  blifs  appear ! 

21  Why  then  lamented  thou,  «my  fitter,   fo  ? 

Why  ftream  the  tears  forth  from  thy  blood-mot  eye?, 
For  him,  whom  God  took  from  this  vale  of  woe, 
And  place'd  in  ceafelefs  blifs  above  the  skies  ? 

G  g  2  22  Why 


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22  .Why  doftthou  weep,  fo  bitterly,  to  fee 
Thy  Saviour  fnatch  him  from  the  dire  diftrefs, 
That  mortals,  here,  o'erwhelms — to  fet  him  free, 
Among  the  blefs'd,  in  endlefs  happinefs  ? 

23  Why  doftthou  weep  ?  whereas  the  righteous  Sire 
Invites  him  to  receive  a  glorious  crown, 

And  pompous  honours,  in  his  facred  quire, 
Though  he  was  not  as  yet  to  manhood  grown  ! 

24  God  takes  the  pious  and  the  juft  in  hafte, 
With  all  his  fav'rites,  to  their  heav'nly  home, 
E'er  they  mail  any  of  the  forrows  tafte, 
Which  on  the  finful  certainly  mail  come. 

25  God  takes  unto  himfelf  thofe  He  loves  beft, 
And  often  makes  them  leave  the  world,  abrupt, 
Left  they  fhou'd  through  injuftice  be  oppreft, 
Or  wicked  men  their  morals  fhou'd  corrupt. 

26  Abel,  though  guiltlefs  as  a  Lamb,  was  flain — 
Jofeph,  was  fold  a  flave,  though  innocent — 
Daniel,  a  night  with  lions  did  remain — 
David,  a  thoufand  troubles  underwent. 

27  Job,  was  at  once  deprive'dof  all  his  care — 
Rachel,  erft  mourn'd  her  fons  in  Rama  (lain — 
Abfalom  died,  fufpended  by  his  hair— 

Who  knows  what  death,  fate  fhall  for  him  ordain  ? 
2  8  Falle'n  on  his  fword — fee,  one  a  bleeding  lies  ! 

A  halter,  robs  a  fecond  of  his  breath  ! 

A  third,  o'erwhelm'd  with  liquor,  drunken  dies  ! 

We  can't  too  much  bewail  fo  vile  a  death  ! 
29  'Tis  fad,  to  fee  a  fellow  creature  fhot— 

'Tis  fad,  to  fee  him  fnorter  by  the  head — 

'Tis  fad,  to  fee  him  in  a  prifon  rot — 

But  'tis  not  fad,  to  fee  him  fairly  dead. 
^30  Why  fhou'd  a  mother  be  o'erwhelm'd  with  woe, 

To  fee  her  children  fnatch'd  away  with  fpeed, 

And  from  the  pains  that  plague  them  here  below, 

By  fome  well-time'd,  fome  kind  diftemper,  free'd  ? 
3  1  Let  us  give  thanks  to  our  immortal  Sire, 

When  he  vouchfafes  fo  natu'ral  a  releafe» 

Nor 


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Nor  let  us  weep  more  than  our  hopes  require, 
Nor  more  than  ferves  to  give  our  nature  eafe  : 

32  But  let  us  thank  our  Father  ever-bleft, 
When  to  himfelf,with  tender  pity  move'd, 
He  takes,  that  they  may  find  eternal  reft, 
From  this  world's  miferies,his  beft-belove'd. 

33  To  calm  thy  forrows— confolation  mild 
May  God  to  thee,  my  filler,  quickly  fend  ! 
May  God  himfelf  confole  thee  for  thy  child  ! 
May  God  to  me  vouchfafe  fo  good  an  end  ! 

A  WARNING  againft  Oppression,'    and  a 
Recommendation  of  Reftitution. 

1 A  n  \0  get  fome  pounds,'and  thy  good  name  abufe — 
X     To  get, thro'  lofs  of  fame,  mere  dung  and  drois — 
To  get  much  wealth,  and  thy  falvation  lofe, 
Is  wretched  gain,  and  miferable  lofs. 

2  Better  a  mite,  through  juftice  to  poffefs, 

Than  minted  gold,  thro'  fraud  and  guilt,   obtain'd  : 
One,  will  the  way,  wherein  thou  walked,  blefs— 
T'other  confume,  e'en  what  was  juftly  gain'd. 

3  Better  one  field  through  a  fair  bargain  bought, 
Than  through  oppreflion  a  whole  realm  to  win, 
By  which  thy  foul,  to  torment  fhall  be  brought, 
Thy  wife,  to  poverty thy  fons,  to  fin. 

4  With  him,  thou  haft  opprefs'd,  in  time  agree— 
Zacchcus-like,  whate'er  thou  took'fl  away, 
Reitore  :— e'er  thou  malt  from  the  gaol  get  free, 
Thou  muft  the  debt,  to  the  lad  farthing,  pay. 

5  Do  thou  no  wrong  to  any  man  alive, 
'Tis  better  fuffer  ten,  than  offer  one  •, 

For  ev'ry  wrong,  thou  an  account  muft  give  : 
If  wrong'd,  to  thee  ftrict  juftice  fhall  be  done. 

6  What  wilt  thou  do  with  thy  ill-gotten  gain  ? 
'Twill  eat  through  all  thy  fubftance  in  the  end, 
It  fhall  not  in  the  houfe  of  God  remain ; 
And  it's  vile  favour  will  our  Lord  offend. 

G  g  3  7  The 


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7  The  lands  it  buys,  fhall  quickly  be  re-fold- 
The  houfes  foon  ihall  fall,  it  does  erect 


If  give'n  thy  fons — in  fin  'twill  make  them  bold 

If  to  the  poor — the  Lord  will  it  reject. 
8  The  wealth,  thou  haft  unjuftlygot,  reftore, 
Or  on  thy  houfe  'twill  pull  down  Heaven's  wrath  ; 
The  reft  with  it  will  not  agree — no  more 
Than  erft  the  ark  did  with  the  men  of  Gath. 

An  Invitation  to  Sinners,  to  come  and  receive 
the  good  Things,  which  God  offers  them  in 
the  Gofpel,  through  the  Parable  of  the  Great 
Supper. 

i  jOOme  gentle,  comefimple,  come  all  to  the  feaft, 
%^j         The  feaft  of  the  Son  of  your  King ! 

Let  nothing  impede  each  from  being  a  gueft 

'Tis  God  that  invites  you  all  in. 

2  There  is  in  this  fur^per  moft  delicate  cheer  !     , 

There's  food,  that  will  comfort  your  fouls  ! 
There's  honey  and  manna!  the  Bread  of  life's  there, 
Gifts  facred,  and  myftical  bowls ! 

3  The  Lamb  that  now  lives, and  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

You  there  ready  drefs'd  fhall  all  have  ! 
To  gladden  your  hearts  He  arofe  up  again, 
And  bilk'd  for  your  fafety  the  grave*. 

4  The  blood  of  the  Lamb,  you  fhall  quaff  at  this  feaft, 

And  eat  of  his  fiefh,  that  was  (lain 

In  clothes  of  his  wool,  you  above  fhall  be  dreft : 
His  merits  fhall  raiie  you  again. 

5  You  there  fhall  the  peace  of  the  Deity  gain, 
With  pardon,  for  all  that's  amifs- 


You,  there,  fhall  the  Spirit  of  comfort  obtain 

You  Chrift  fhall  have,  there,  with  each  blifs  ! 
6  Come  merrily  therefore,  come  jovial  and  gay, 
To  this  fumptuous  treat,  at  his  call 

Come  all  to  the  wedding,  and  make  no  delay 

Chrift  offers  him felf  unto  all. 


Let 


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7  Let  nothing  detain  you,  but  come  for  your  life, 

Not  the  world,  nor  the  flelh,  nor  the  fiend, 
Nor  oxen,  nor  farm,  nor  a  new  marry'd  wife  : 
You  to  nothing  befides  fhou'd  attend. 

8  But  if,  to  this  marriage,  to  come  you  are  loath, 

If  you  fail  to  be,  there,  as  a  gucft, 
The  great  King  declares  with  a  terrible  oath, 
You  never  fhall  tafte  of  his  feail. 

9  The  garment  of  Grace  is,  in  hue,  red  and  white — 

Red,  within — white,  without — is  the  coat: 
The  white  is  a  fign  of  a  life  g'.od  and  right, 

The  red,  the  true  faith  does  denote, 
io  Come  then,  in  this  drefs,  to  the  glorious  repaft, 

Without  it,  let  none  there,  be  found, 
Left  they  to  the  bottomlefs  pit  fhou'd  be  caft, 

And  there  lie  for  ever  fait  bound. 

1 1  In  a  garb,  whereby  virtue  is  rightly  exprefs'd, 

In  decent  and  proper  array, 
Let  ev'ry  one,  there,  at  his  peril  be  drefs'd, 
That  Jefus's  heart  may  be  gay. 

12  If  you  to  this  facred  repaft  fhall  repair, 

He'll  grant  you  the  favour,  that  He 
(So  you're  clad  with  repentance,  with  faith,  and  with 
Your  fpoufe  and  protector  will  be.  [pray  r) 

psalm    c. 

i  /^Ome  all  ye  nations  of  the  earth — 
V_>(  Come  all  with  jollity  and  mirth, 
And  with  gay  heart  the  praifes  fing 
Of  God  your  Saviour  and  your  King  ! 

2  Come  ev'ry  one,  both  great  and  fmall— 
Come  all,  that  tread  this  earthly  ball- 
Come  all,  and  in  your  God  rejoice 
With  cheerful  heart,  and  tuneful  voice  ! 

3  This  truth,  let  ev'ry  creature  know, 
"  The  Lord  above,    is  God  below, 

"  That  he  is  Sove'reign  o'er  all  lands, 
"  That  he  the  univerfe  commands. " 

G  g  4  4  Know 


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4  Know,  'twas  not  you  yourfelves  that  made 
Thofe  curious  forms,  without  his.  aid  \ 
But,  from  the  duft,  his  plaftic  hand 

His  fheep,  and  little  children,  plann'd. 

5  Then  enter  to  his  gates  with  praife, 
And  in  his  courts  your  voices  raife  : 
At  early  morn,  and  eve'ning  late. 
Let  all  their  Maker  celebrate. 

6  With  awe  into  his  temple  go, 
For  it  is  decent  fo  to  do ; 

'Tis  right  his  praifes  to  proclaim, 
And  magnify  his  holy  name. 
*j  For  He,  kind,  merciful,  and  good, 
Has  pity  to  his  people  fhow'd  : 
From  age  to  age  his  word  remains, 
And,  to  Eternity,  He  reigns  ! 

Concerning  the  New  Jerufalem. 

1  XT'E  Britons  of  the  South  come  forth, 

\    With  all  your  brethren  of  the  North, 
And  hearken  to  a  parlor's  ftrains, 
Who'd  lead  you  to  heav'n's  blifsful  plains. 

2  There  is  a  kingdom  large  on  high 
(Above  the  empyreal  sky) 

By  God  out  of  his  grace  prepar'd, 

And  fraught  with  blifs,  for  man's  reward. 

3  This,  our  dear  Lord,  God's  only  Son, 
For  us,  his  wretched  brethren  won, 
(His  own  heart's  blood,  the  price  it  coft  •) 
If  not  through  our  own  folly  loft. 

4  For  many  lofe  the  feat  of  blifs, 
Becaufe  they  know  not  what  it  is, 
And  oft,  like  dunces,  as  they  are, 
Forego,  for  trifles  light  as  air. 

5  On;,  for  a  belly-full  of  drink, 
Can  men  of  fuch  a  bargain  think  ? 

Another.* 


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Another,  not  more  wife  than  he, 
That  he  may  with  a  whore  make  free. 

6  Heav'n,  Adam  for  an  apple  fold • 

Cain,  for  one  murd'rous  blow  of  old — 
For  pottage,  Efau Eli's  fon, 

For  flefh  : — and  many,  worfe  have  done. 

7  Some  lofe  it,  'caufe  they  give  no  ear 

To  truth  5  nor  prac"hfe,  what  they  hear  ; 
Others,  becaufe  they  do  not  ufe 
Themfelves  to  pray,  the  blefTing  lofe  : 

8  But  none  of  them,  the  more's  their  woe  ! 
For  want  of  faith  and  knowledge,  know, 
How  great  the  kingdom  is,  they  mifs, 
Nor  dream  of  it's  ecftatic  blifs. 

9  I  therefore,  now,  myfelf  engage 

To  mew  it,  from  each  facred  page 

To  try,  if  God,  out  of  his  grace, 
Will  make  you  long  for  that  blefs'd  place. 
io  'Tis  lb  delightful,  bright,  and  high, 
That  man,  or  angel,  cannot  fly 
To  fuch  a  pitch,  nor  e'er  exprefs 
The  tithe  of  it's  vaft  happinefs. 

1 1  Than  fea  and  land,  'tis  larger  far, 
The  Sun  can't  with  it's  light  compare, 
Norfummer's  heats,  nor  winter's  ihows, 
Nor  rain,  nor  dorm,  it  ever  knows. 

1 2  For  ever  blooming  it  appears, 

'Tis  void  of  cares,  and  void  of  fears  : 
From  death  and  revolutions  free, 
It  lafts  to  all  eternity. 

13  No  hunger,  there,  nor  thirft  remains, 
No  Sorrows,  wearinefs,  or  pains  -, 
No  weaknefs,  or  no  want,  mail  e'er 
Approach  the  foul,  that  enters,  there. 

14  The  sky,  that  is  above  us  place'd, 
With  it's  fix'd  ftars  and  planets  grace'd, 
(Though  it  fo  very  luftrous  is) 

Is  but  the  floor,  as  'twere,  of  this. 


15  Ab 


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i$  As  no  one  there  can  ought  require, 
Since  all  enjoy  their  heart's  defire- 


So  nothing  grows  in  that  blefs'd  foil, 
Whereat  man's  nature  can  recoil. 

1 6  It  is  a  kingdom,  made  by  God 
With  his  own  hands,  for  his  abode, 
"Where  angels  fhall  his  might  adore, 
With  all  his  faints,  for  evermore. 

17  Full  in  the  midft,  a  city,  fair 
Beyond  conception  and  compare, 
Which  John  the  new  Jerufa'lem  calls, 
Lifts-up  aloft  it's  tow'ring  walls — 

1 8  Walls,built  with  precious  ftones — for  there 

Berils,  and  topazes  appear 

There  jafpers,  amethyfts,  combine, 
And  fapphires,  join'd  with  fardines,  fhine. 

19  This  city  is  a  perfect  fquare 

For  all  it's  fides  quite  equal  are — 
No  artift  can  the  figure  blame, 

It's  length,  and  breadth,  and  heighth  the  fame. 

20  Twelve  valves  of  pearl  aloft  are  hung, 
Thro'  which  God's  fav'rite  people  throng, 
At  each  of  them  an  angel  waits, 

Left  ought  impure  fhou'd  pafs  the  gates. 

21  It's  ftreets  are  wholly  pave'd  with  gold, 
For  man,  too  dazzling  to  behold  ! 
They  are  than  polifh'd  glafs  more  bright, 
And  flam,  like  chryftal,  on  the  fight. 

22  A  fount,  whofe  wave,  like  filver,  gleams. 
From  under  God's  tribunal  dreams, 
Whofe  current  waters  ev'ry  ftreet, 

And  is,  than  wine,  by  much  more  fweet : 

23  To  ev'ry  ftreet,  through  which  it  flows, 
The  Tree  of  Life  projects  it's  boughs : 
Twelve  forts  of  fruits,  divinely  good, 
Each  month  it  bears,  celeftial  food ! 

24  Whoever  on  it's  fruitage  feed, 
Shall  never  feel  difeafe,  or  need  ; 

Who 


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Who  quaff  the  ftream,  fhall  never  know, 
Or  thirfl,  or  any  kind  of  woe. 

25  None  e'er  fhall  to  the*  Almighty's  fight 
Approach,  except  the  fons  of  light — 
None,  but  the  chofen  and  the  good, 
Whom  Chrift  redeem'd  with  his  own  blood. 

26  No  murderers,  no  drunkards,  there, 
No  vile  idolaters,  appear : 

No  whoremongers  e'er  make  abode 
In  this,  the  city  of  our  God  ! 

27  No  darknefs,  there,  is  ever  feen, 
No  lie,  nor  falfehood,  enters  in, 
But  light,  that  never  knows  decay, 
And  makes  an  everlafting  day. 

28  This  glorious  city  ne'er  requires 

The  fun  or  moon's  material  fires 

The  triune  God,  and  Chrift  the  Lamb, 
With  ceafelefs  light  illume  the  fame. 

29  There's  no  one  e'er  inhabits,  there, 
Whofe  face  does  not  more  bright  appear, 
Than  is  the  fun's  eye-dazzling  ray, 
Upon  the  faireft  fummer's-day ! 

30  All  riches,  there,  they  lightly  hold, 

Or  precious  Hones,  or  pearls,  or  gold — 
With  gold,  they  make  the  pavements,  there, 
With  precious  ftones,  their  walls  they  rear. 
3  r   And,  in  the  midft  of  this  abode, 

Is  place'd  the  gorgeous  throne  of  God, 
On  angels  moulders  rais'd  on  high, 
The  greateft  pow'rs  in  all  the  fky  ! 

32  A  Canopy,  of  em'rald  green, 

Is,  like  an  arching  rainbow,  feen 
To  over-hang  this  glorious  throne 
Of  God,  the  facred  Three-in-one! 

33  Seve'n  lamps,  bright-gleaming,  hung  on  high, 
Which  holy  graces  fignify, 

With  wondrous  luftre,  always  mine 
Before  the'  Almighty's  throne  divine. 

34  The 


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34  The  cherubim,  (a  fix-wing'd  band, 
And  full  of  eyes)  around  it  fland, 
And,  to  the  Trinity  divine, 
Inceflant  praifes  flill  affign. 

35  Bedeck'd  with  might,  with  grace,  and  lire, 
The  Seraphim  conjoin  the  quire, 

And  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  cry 
Unto  the  Deity,  mofl  high  ! 

36  The  white-robed  Elders,  next  to  thofe, 
On  golden  feats,  in  flare  repofe; 

But  lov/'r  their  crowns,  whene'er  they  bow 
To  laud  him,  with  obeifance  low. 

37  A  crown  of  gold,  each  Elder  wears 

Each,  like  a  mighty  King,  appears 

And  each  in  white  array  is  drefl, 

Like  an  officiating  prieft. 

38  There,  all  of  them,  thus  richly  crown'd, 
The  praifes  of  the  Lamb  refound, 
And,  with  their  cenfers  in  their  hand, 
To  give  him  grateful  incenfe  fland. 

39  Whoever  enters  there,  may  fee 
His  vota'ries,  each  in  his  degree, 
Applaud  the*  Almighty,  and  the  Lamb, 
Who,  with  fuch  pow'r,  to  fave  us  came. 

40  The  angels,  firfl,  to  heaven's  King 
Their  loud-voice'd  Halelujah's  fing; 
The  faints  then  from  their  feats  conjoin 
Their  notes,  in  fymphony  divine. 

41  There  is  no  faint,  nor  angel,  there, 
That  does  not  with  them  chorus  bear — 
There  is  not  one  fo  idle  found, 

Who  does  not  his  jufl  praife  refound  ! 

42  With  notes  combine'd,  alike  they  fing, 
Refponfive  to  the  tuneful  firing, 
Harmonioufly  alike  they  laud 

With  harp  and  voice  the'  eternal  God. 

43  There,  Halelujah's  fweet  they  fing 
Unto  the'  Almighty  Lord  and  King, 


And, 


[     477    1 

Ana,  for  his  wondrous  goodnefs  raife 
Their  voices,  to  their  Saviour's  praife. 

44  With  pleafing  notes  aloud,  they  laud 
The  mercies  of  their  high-throne'd  God, 
And  praife  the  Lamb,  their  blerTed  Lord, 
Who  man  from  flavery  reftor'd: 

45  And  fo  much  pleafure  they  receive, 
Whilft  to  the  Trinity  they  give 

Due  honours that,  to  ceafe,  is  pain, 

And  from  the  tafk  they  can't  refrain. 

46  There  ev'ry  one  alike,  is  free 
The  glorious  Shekinah  to  fee  ; 
For,  in  God's  prefence,  frill  there  is 
A  never-failing  fund  of  blifs. 

47  Myriads  of  faints,  from  ev'ry  land, 
Around  the  white-robe'd  Elders  ftand, 
Countlefs  as  fands  upon  the  ihore, 
The  Lord  of  heaven  to  adore. 

48  The  face  of  God  appears  fo  fair 
Unto  his  chofen  faints,  who  are 

Indulge'd  to  fee  it they'll  fcarce  deign 

To  look  on  ought  befides  again. 

49  Before  the  Godhead,  void  of  dread, 
Within  his  hallow'd  courts  they  tread ; 
And  neither  fiend,  nor  any  foe, 

Can  further  mifchief  to  them  do. 

50  No  emperor,   beneath  the  fky, 

Has   courtiers  like  the  Lord's  on  high  , 
For  e'en  his  worft  's  of  nobler  birth 
Than  any  potentate  on  earth. 

5 1  They   all  a  royal  lineage  own, 

By  blood  ally'd  unto  a  crown 

They're  a  King's  fons,  without  difpute. 
And   come,  like  princes,  in  his  fuit. 

52  They,  the  Median's  brethren  are, 

And  each  of  them  with  him  coheir 

They're  equal  to  the'  angelic  hofl--- 
They  all  a  princely  rank  can  boaft. 


53    None 


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53  None  of  them  all,  a  moment,  fleep, 
But  everl  ailing  vigils  keep, 

Yet  none  of  them  e'er  fails  to  laft  : 
So  pieafingly  their  time  is  pail ! 

54  Like  fove'reign  monarchs,  they  appear, 
For  all  their  crowns,  like  monarchs,  wear, 
And  all,  without  exception,  reign 
With  Jefus  Chrifl,  a  glorious  train  ! 

^^  Each  's  feated  on  a  golden  throne, 
And  each  a  milk-white  veil  has  on, 
Like  prieils,  at  facrifice,  they  pay 
To  Chrifl  due  homage,  night  and  day. 

$6  They,  all  with  palm-boughs  in  their  hand, 
Like  victors  in  a  triumph,  iland, 
Who  have  in  conflict  fierce  and  rude, 
The  world,  the  flefh,  and  fiend  fubdue'd. 

£j  Not  Solomon,  nor  e'en  the  rofe, 

Was  ever  deck'd  like  one  of  thofe 

The  plainefl-clad,  the  meaneil,  there, 
Does  a  more  gawdy  veflure  wear. 

58  The  faints  above,  more  beauteous  are 
Than  Abfalom^  though  wond'rous  fair — 
They  all  with  radiant  luflre  mine, 
Frame'd  in  their  Saviour's  form  divine  ! 

59  And  as  like  Abfalom  they're  fair, 
Than  Samfon,  they  much  ilronger  are — 
They  more  than  match  Hazael's  flight — 
They  all  are,  as  God's  angels,  bright. 

60  Secure  they  live,  without  annoy, 

In  perfect  happinefs  and  joy 

A  joy,  that  mall  for  ever  flow, 
Exempt  from  pain — exempt  from  woe. 

61  There,  all  their  labour  is  to  fing 
Loud  Halelujahs  to  heav'n's  King, 
And  the  Lamb's  praifes  to  fuilain- 


The  Lamb,  that  for  their  fins  was  (lain  ! 
62  Delicious  manna  is  their  meat, 
Or  from  the  Tree  of  Life  they  eat : 


Who 


[    479     1 

Who  on  it's  fruit,  but  once,  mall  feed, 
Another  meal  fhall  never  need. 

63  Their  drink  is  from  the  living  fpring, 
The  fountain  of  the'  eternal  King, 
Which  burfts  in  torrents  all  abroad 
From  under-neath  the  throne  of  God. 

64  Their  chief  amufement  is  to  walk 
Together  with  the  Lamb — and  talk 
Along  the  borders  of  the  ftream— 

His  glorious  praife  their  conftant  theme  ! 

65  And  when  they  are  return'd  again  ; 
To  welcome  Him,  and  all  his  train, 
They  ready  on  the  table  find 

A  banquet  for  their  ufe  defign'd. 

66  No  Perfian  monarch  ever  knew, 
Nor  cou'd,  at  a  collation,  fhew 
Such  coftly  cates,  fuch  curious  cheer, 
As  at  our  Saviour's  board  appear 

6y  No  eye  e'er  faw no  ear  e'er  heard— 

No  mind  conceiv'd — all  tha.'s  prepar'd. 
For  our  reception  at  this  feaft: 
It's  dainties  cannot  be  expreft  ! 

68  No  food,  than  manna  worfe,  is  eat 
By  any,  at  this  fumptuous  treat : 
The  word  of  liquors,  at  the  board, 
The  facred  ftreams  of  Life  afford. 

69  This  fupper  is  at  God's  expenfe 

His  Son,  the  liquors  does  difpenfe 

Authorities,  the  feaft  controul- 


Archangels,  hand  about  the  bowl. 

70  There  youthful  Cherubs  entertain, 
Upon  their  harps,  the  happy  train, 
Along  with  which,  each  Seraph  fingSj 
And  joins  his  voice  unto  the  firings. 

71  Hofannahs  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue, 
And  this  the  burden  of  their  fong— 

"  All  praife,  and  pow'r,  and  glory  be55 
"  For  ever  to  the  Trinity/1 

72  There 


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72  There  ev'ry  want  fhall  be  fupply'd * 

There  ev'ry  wifh  be  fatisfy'd — 
There  ev'ry  ravifh'd  fenfe  fhall  find 
Enjoyments  of  a  proper  kind. 

73  The  eye  fhall, .  there,  with  fights  be  cloy'd, 
(Sights  ne'er,  on  earth,  by  man  enjoy 'd !) 
The  ear  be  fated  with  fweet  founds, 
With  which  the  vault  of  heav'n  rebounds. 

74  The  mouth  with  manna  fhall  be  filPd, 

And  water,  from  life's  fount  diflill'd 

The  tongue  fhall  be  employ'd,  to  fing 
The  praifes  of  our  Saviour-King. 

75  Their  bodies*,  there,  like  fouls  fhall  fly, 
Without  incumbrance,  o'er  the  sky, 
And  all  throughout,  from  head  to  heel, 
Like  thought,  no  weight  or  hindrance  fed. 

j  6  There's  not  a  member,  that  they  have, 
Which  unto  God  due  glory  gave, 
That  fhall  not,  for  that  fervice,  rife 
To  honours  great,  in  paradife. 

77  Nay,  the  whole  body  there  fhall  blaze, 

Bright  as  the  fun's  meridian  rays: 

If  then  the  body  mines  thus,  there  ; 
How  luflrous  muft  the  foul  appear  ? 


THE     END. 


CO  N  T  E  NT  S. 

i 

AN  Epiftle  from  the  Author  to  a  noble  Lord,  &c.  1 
An  Epiftle  to  the  Reader                    — ■  i£ 

Advice  to  hear,  and  to-read,    the  Word  of  God        -^         19 

The  Sons  of  Brute  28 

The  wretched  Condition  of  Man  by  Nature         -—  37 

The  Life  and  Death  of  Chrift  4t 

A  Rehearfal  of  Chrift's  Love  towards  the  World  49 

Let's  to  Bethlehem  ■  ■     ■  52 

Chrift  all  in  all  - —  55 

Adam's  Race,  &rc. ■  64 

Advice  to  a  Sinner  to  come  to  Chrift  —  69 

Another  Piece  of  Advice  to  Sinners,  &c.  .  —  73 

An  Exhortation  to  worfnip  Chrift  —  80 

Another  —  —  —  83 

An  Exhortation  to  give  God  Thanks  for  our  Redemption  86 
Advice  to  fuch  as  are  defirous  of  feeking  God's  Favour,&c.  90 
Advice  to  believe  in  Chrift  —  94 

Advice  to  avoid  bad  Company        -  +  97 

The  Lamentation  of  a  Sinner  100 

Godly  Exhortations  to  a  Child  104 

Advice  to  a  Youth no 

Advice  to  ferve  God  —  —  —  118 

Concerning  Prayer,  and  it's  proper  Requifites  —  128 

Advice  before  Prayer  — ■  —  138 

An  Admonition  to  think  of  God  in  the  Adorning,  and  thank 

him,  &c.  —  —  —  140 

A  Morning  Thankfgiving  — t  143 

Thanks  to  Chrift  for  Protection  and  Reft  —  144 

An  Admonition  to  a  Perfon  when  he  drefTes,  &c.  ibid. 

A  Prayer,  to  beg  the  Armour  &f  God,  &c.         145 

Another  on  the  fame  Occafion  —  ■        ib. 

An  Admonition  to  a  Perfon  when  he  wafhes  hiinfelf,  Sec.  146 

A  fhort  Prayer,  on  the  fame  Occafion  147 

A  Morning  Prayer  to  be  ufed  when  a  Perfon  is  up,  &c.  — ib. 

A  Warning  againft  the  AfTaults  of  the  World,  the  Flefh  and 

the  Devil  • . 150 

A  Prayer,  againft  the  AfTaults  of  the  Devil  —  J52 

Advice  to  guard  againft  the  Tcmptatians  of  the  Devil  155 

Advice  to  pray  earneftly  1  $8 

Advice  to  the  Farmer  —  161 

The  Farmer's  Prayer  —  16?. 

Advice  to  a  Traveiler  —  . 16^ 

The  Tra*  slier  VPrayer         • — 
H  h 


C/6  NTENTS. 

'Advice  to  a  Soldier  —  —  1 66 

The  Soldier's  Prayer  —  ~  168 

Advice  to  a  dealer  . 171 

Advice  to  a  young  Man  before  he  goes  a  wooing     —  172 

The  Praife  of  a  good  Woman  —  175 

Advice  and  Warning  to  the  Adulterer  —  176 

Advice  to  the  Drunkard  •  —      180 

The  Devil  and  the  Drunkards  — .  __      185 

Advice  concerning  the  Government  of  our  Thoughts  187 

Advice  how  to  govern  our  Words,  &c.  192 

A  Prayer  concerning  the  Government  of  our  Words,  &c.  194 
Advice  how  to  have  our  Conversation  according  the  Gofpel  195 

Advice  concerning  eating  and  drinking  198 

Graces  before  and  after  Meat  — .  202 

A  Rebuke  for  neglecting  to  afk  a  Blefling  on  our  Food",&c.  209 
A  Prayer  on  the  fame  Occafion  —  210 

Advice  to  diflribute  to  the  Poor,  &c.  —  211 

Advice  to  every  Mailer  of  a  Family  ■  216 

The  Duty  of  Children  to  their  Parents  —  227 

Things  to  be  meditated  upon,  by  going  to  Church,  &c.   230 

Advice  to  prepare,  before  public  Worfhip  232 

A  Prayer  for  them  who  go  to  worfhip  God  in  public  236 

A  Preparation  for  the  Holy  Communion         —         —      237 

A  Prayer,  before  receiving  244. 

Stanzas  concerning  Perfons,  &c.  mentioned  in  Scriptures    245 
The  Author's  Letter  to  a  Clergyman,  &c'.  — -258 

The  Church-Catechifmin  Verfe  —  259 

Things  to  be  confidered,  &c.  when  Night  comes  274 

A  Hymn  to  be  fung  before  one  goes  to  fl'eep         —     —  276 

A  Thankfgiving  for  Fire,  &c.  —         —     277 

A  Prayer  to  be  faid  when  going  to  Bed  278 

A  Midnight  Meditation  —  280 

Thanks  for  Election,  and  feveral  Spiritual  Gifts         —     285 

A  Prayer  againfl  Oppreffion 287 

A  Thankfgiving  for  Relief  from  one's  Enemies  290 

Another  on  the  fame  Account  • •  292 

Part  of  the  69th  Pfalm  —  —     ibid. 

The  30th  Pfalm  —  —  —  295 

Concerning  the  End  of  the  World  —  297 

Remember  Death  303 

A  Poem  on  the  Year  1629,  Sic.  310 

Another  on  the  fame  318 

A  Warning  to  the  Welfh,  when  a  Plague  raged  in  Lond.  321 
Another  on  the  fame  Occafion  —  —       330 

A  Prayer  for  a  Clergyman,  when  going  to  vifit  the  Sick     336 
A  fhoit  Poem  on  the  Shortnefs  of  Human  Life       —        338 

Advice 


CONTENT! 

Advice  to  the  Sick  — \-  ^g 

A  Prayer  for  a  Tick  Perfon  —  —  o.2 

An  Admonition  to  the  Sick  to  fend  for  a  Clergymai,  &Ct  ^.q 
A  Prayer  for  a  Tick  Perfon  before  he  takes  Phyfic  ~-Q 

Another  on  the  fame  Occafion  —  —  o-r 

An  Admonition  to  a  Tick  Perfon  to  make  his  Will  ^ 

A  Letter  from  Sir  Lewis  Manfel  to  the  Author         —       3^ 

The  Author's  Anfwer  — -  ibid. 

Reafons  to  perfuade  the  Sick  to  be  patient  —  363 

A  Conference  between  a  pious  Sick  Man  and  his  Soul         368 

Another  _  371 

A  fhort  Difleration  againft  the  Fear  of  Death         —  373 

A  Prayer  directing  the  Sick  what  Things  are  neceffaryj&c.  376 
An  excellent  Encouragement  againft  Defpair  —       377 

An  earneft  Prayer  for  Pardon  of  Sins  —  —    378 

A  fhort  Prayer  to  be  ufed  at  one's  laft  Hour  —         382 

A  fhort  Meditation  on  Life  and  Death  —  ibid. 

The  unhappy  State  of  the  Ungodly  after  Death       ■ —  383 

The  Complaint  and  Advice  of  Dives  to  his  Brethren  —  392 
A  fecond  Part,  or  a  Defcription  of  Hell  and  it's  Torments  400 
That  Prayers  for  the  Dead  are  vain  and  ufelefs  404 

The  Author's  Advice  to  his  Son  —  —  408 

A  Prayer  for  his  Ufe  —  —  —  411 

Another  Piece  of  Advice  to  a  Youth  —  —     414 

The  Author's  Complaint  of  the  Town  ofLandovery 41c 

The  Paftor's  Complaint  —  418 

Thrt  we  fhould  all  cleave  to  Chrift  —  421 

That  Chrift  is  the  Tree  of  Life  —  —         422 

That  Chrift  was  typify'd  by  the  Pafchal  Lamb  —     423 

That  Chrift  was  typified  by  the  Brazen  Serpent  424 

A  Hymn,  or  Carol,  for  Chriftmas-day  —  ibid. 

Advice  to  fearch  for  the  Lord  Jefus  —  — 430 

Pfalm  38.  —  —  —  443 

Concerning  the  Sabbath  —  —  446 

A  Prayer  for  the  Church  —  —  440 

Againft  Swearing  —  —  —       45  E 

The  Duty  of  Clergymen  — ►  —  —  452 

Concerning  Divine  Providence  —  —     458 

Concerning  Purgatory  —  —  460 

Concerning  Perfeverance  in  a  State  of  Grace  —      463 

That  a  Woman  ought  to  fuckle  her  own  Child,  unlefs.&c.465 
Advice  to  a  Mother  not  to  grieve  for  the  Death  of  her  Child  465 
A  Warning  againft  Oppreflion,  Reftitution  recommended  469 

An  Invitation  to  Sinners  —  470 

Pfalm  100  —  —  —      47! 

Concerning  the  New  Jerufalem         —        —  —    472 

ERRATA. 


18.    3. 

38.    7- 
43.16. 

46-43- 

55- 24- 
69.    4. 

87.12. 
113.25. 
115.45. 
116.52. 

122. 

37. 
I23. 

I25.64. 

134. 

136.73. 
137-85. 


140.15. 

2. 

I50.  24. 
l62.     3. 

170. 19. 
182.21. 
192. 

220.  39. 
222.  56. 
224.79. 
231.13. 


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1  .for  was  read  waft 
2.  for  flock  read  flocks 
1.  /^r  three  ra^  four 
4.  for  of  r<W  from 
i./or  were  read  wert 
1 .  for  are  r#fc/  were 
4. /or  woe  read  woes 

1.  /or  was  read  waft 
3. /or  dpft  r^Wdoth 
1. /or  mall  read  (halt 
4.  tf/Z^r  all  /#/2rf  that 

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3 .  /or  fhalt  "read  fhall 
3. /or  fkud  rW  feud. 

marginal  note, /or  Eph. 
read  Epift. 

1.  for  A£t  read  A&s 

2.  for  her  r^W  it's  in  two 

places 
4..  for  her  read  it 
4- for  light  read  love 

1 .  *j#*r  kept  zff/Sr/  thee 
from 

2.  /or  films  r^i  fum 
1 .  dele  it  is 

1 .  for  puifance  r  puiflance 

2.  after  it  infer t  fhou'd   , 
in  the  title  of  the  poem,  for 

thoughts  read  words 
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2.  for  their  read  his 
2 .  /Jr  mattins  r^Wmatins 

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ATA. 

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3. /or  vices  read  vice 
2. for  Ammon  r  Amnon 
8.  i-  dele  the  word  only 
2.   4«  for  over  read  o'er 
7.  4. /or  croudedr  crowded 
6.  4. /or  then  read  thence 
39.   2.  for  lambs  read  lamps 

2.  for  Lke  r^i  Like 
4 .  /^r  crouds  r*W  crowds 
1  .for  were  r*W  wert 
3. /or  fhou'd  r  fhou'd  ft 
i./or  has  read  had 

361.23.  4.  /or  thee  read  the* 
363.  39.   2. /or  water  ran/ bottom 
^./Chriftian  r  Chriftians 

3.  /or  heav'n  rtW  heaven 
2)- for  fiercer  read  fierce 
3.  /or  thy  read  my 

6.  2. /Redemerr Redeemer 
5.   2. /or  mifdeedsrmifdeeal 


249. 29 
256.96 
260.  8 
269.  2 
282.    7 


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307 
328.67. 
334.38. 
348.23. 
24. 
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384.  14 

385.18. 

401-76. 

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422. 

423 


436.  62.  4.  for  make  read  makes 
444.    6*  4-  for  with  read  on 
1.  for  lip  read  lips 
1  •  /Jr  th*  r^W  the 
1  'for  matter's  r  mafter 
1 .  for  the  read  thy 
3. /or  Halelujah  r  Halle- 
lujah, and  in  two  or  three 
other  places 
3.  for  Hazael  read Afahel 
There  are  fome  few  literal  errors, 
as  well  as  errors  in  the  punctua- 
tion,   which  the  reader  will  be 
pleaicd  to  correct  as  he  goes  along 


453- 
462.15. 
464.17. 
465.    2. 
467.  14. 


478.  59. 


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