5 "Tranfient and vain is ev'ry Hope
"A rifing Race can give;
"In endless Honour and Delight

My Children all fhall live."

6 We welcome, LORD, thofe rifing Tears,

Thro' which thy Face we fee,

And bless those Wounds, which thro' our Heart
Prepare a Way for Thee.

CXIII. The Stranger entertained in GOD's Houfs of Prayer. Ifaiah Ivi. 6, 7. compared with Matt. xxi. 13. and Eph. ii. 19.

I GREAT Father of Mankind,

We blefs that wond'rous Grace, Which could for Gentiles find Within thy Courts a Place.

How kind the Care

Our GoD displays
For us to raise

A House of Pray'f!

2 Tho' once eftranged far,

We now approach the Throne;

For Jefus brings us near,

And makes our Caufe his own:

Strangers no more,

To thee we come,

And find our Home,
And reft fecure.

And, while fuch Sweets we taste,
With Joy our Faces fhine.

Incense fhall rife

From Flames of Love,

And GoD approve
The Sacrifice.

5 May all the Nations throng
To worship in thy Houfe;
And Thou attend the Song,
And smile upon their Vows;
Indulgent ftill,

Till Earth confpire
To join the Choir
On Zion's Hill.

CXIV. Peace proclaimed, and the created by a Gracious GOD.

Fruit of the Lips Ifaiah lvii. 19.

1 HARK! for the great Creator speaks;

I

In Silence let the Earth attend;

And, when his Words of Grace are heard,
In grateful Adoration bend.

2 4

"Tis

2 ""Tis I create the Fruit of Praise,
"And give the broken Heart to fing;
"Peace, heav'nly Peace, my Lips proclaim,
"Pleas'd with the happy News they bring."

3 Receive the Tidings with Delight,
Ye Gentile Nations from afar;

And you, the Children of his Love,
Whom Grace hath brought already near.
4 To thefe, to those, his fov'reign Hand
Its healing Energy imparts:

Peace, Peace, be echo'd from your Tongues,
And echo'd from confenting Hearts.

5 Enjoy the Health, which God hath wrought; Nor let the daily Tribute cease,

Till chang'd for more exalted Songs

In Regions of eternal Peace.

CXV. The Duty of remonftrating against Sin, when Judgments are threatned. Ifaiah lviii. 1.

THY Judgments cry aloud,

O Ever-righteous GOD,

And in the Sight of all our Land
Thou lifteft up thy Rod.

2 Aloud thy Servants cry,

Commiffion'd from thy Throne, And like a Trumpet raife their Voice To make thy Judgments known.

3

But who that Cry attends,

And makes his Safety fure?

F 3

Rock'd

Rock by the Tempeft they should flee,
They fleep the more secure.
4 Another Trumpet, LORD,

The ftupid Slumb❜rers need ;
Nor will they hear a feebler Voice
Than that, which wakes the Dead.

CXVI. Unfuccessful Fafts accounted for. Ifaiah
Iviii. 3. compared with 4-8.
For a Faft-Day.

IO! Where is fov'reign Mercy gone?

Whither is Britain's GoD withdrawn?
That thro' long Years fhe fhould complain,
She fafts, and mourns, and cries in vain ?
2 Haft Thou not seen her fuppliant Bands,
Thro' all her Coafts extend their Hands?
Or has their oft-repeated Pray'r
Escap'd thy ever-lift'ning Ear.

3 Thine Ear hath heard, thine Eye hath feen;
But Guilt hath fpread a Cloud between ;
And, rifing still before thy Face,
Averts thy long-intreated Grace.

4 Difpel that Cloud by Rays divine,
And cause thy chearing Face to fhine,
Our Ifle fhall fhout from Shore to Shore,
And dread encroaching Foes no more.

5 Our Light fhall like the Morning fpring;
Healing and Joy our GoD fhall bring;
Juftice fhall in our Front appear,
And Glory gather up our Rear.

CXVII. The Standard of the Spirit lifted up. Ifaiah lix. -19.

GOD of the Ocean, at whofe Voice,

The threat'ning Floods are heard no more,
Behold their Madness and their Noise,
And filence the tumultuous Roar.

2 Here Streams of Pois'nous Error fwell;
There rages Vice in ev'ry Form;
They join their 'Tide, led on by Hell,
And Zion trembles at the Storm.
3 Almighty Spirit, raise thine Arm,
And lift the Saviour's Standard high;
Thy People's Hearts with Vigour warm,
And call thy chofen Legions nigh.

4 Wak'd by thy well-known Voice they come,
And round the facred Banner throng:
Zion,. prepare the Conqu❜ror Room,
While Triumph bursts into a Song.

5" The LORD on high, when Billows roar,
"Superior Majesty difplays,

"And, by one Breath of fov'reign Pow'r, · "Hufhes the Noife of foaming Seas."

CXVIII. The Glory of the Church in the latter Day. Ifaiah lx. 1.

IO Zion, tune thy Voice,

And raise thy Hands on high;

Tell all the Earth thy Joys,

And boaft Salvation nigh.