Fill our enlarg'd adoring Sight

With Luftre all thy own.

2 Vain are the Charms, and faint the Rays The brightest Creatures boaft ;

And all their Grandeur, and their Praise

Is in thy Prefence lost.

3 To know the Author of our Frame Is our fublimeft Skill:

4

True Science is to read thy Name,
True Life t'obey thy Will.

For this I long, for this I pray,

And following on pursue,

Till Vifions of eternal Day

Fix and compleat the View.

CLI. Inconftancy in Religion. Hofea vi. 4.
PERPETUAL Source of Light and Grace,
We hail thy facred Name:
Thro' ev'ry Year's revolving Round
Thy Goodness is the fame.

2 On us, all-worthlefs as we are,
Its wond'rous Mercy pours;
Sure as the Heav'ns eftablish'd Courfe,
And plenteous as the Show'rs.

3 Inconftant Service we repay,

And treach'rous Vows renew;
Falfe as the Morning's fcatt'ring Cloud,
And tranfcient as the Dew.

4 In flowing Tears our Guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy Grace

To

To bear our feeble Footsteps on
In all thy righteous Ways.

5 Arm'd with this Energy divine,
Our Souls fhall ftedfaft move,
And with increasing Transport press
On to thy Courts above.

6 So, by thy Pow'r, the Morning Sun
Purfues his radiant Way,
Brightens each Moment in his Race,
And fhines to perfect Day.

CLII. Gratitude the Spring of true Religion. Hofea xi. -4.

MY GOD, what filken Cords are thine!
How foft, and yet how strong!

While Pow'r, and Truth, and Love combine
To draw our Souls along.

2 Thou faw'ft us crufh'd beneath the Yoke
Of Satan and of Sin:

Thy Hand the Iron Bondage broke
Our worthless Hearts to win.

3 The Guilt of twice ten Thousand Sins
One Moment takes away ;

And Grace, when firft the War begins,
Secures the crowning Day.

4 Comfort thro' all this Vale of Tears
In rich Profufion flows,

And Glory of unnumber'd Years
Eternity beflows.

5. Drawn

5 Drawn by fuch Cords we onward move,
Till round thy Throne we meet;
And Captives in the Chains of Love,
Embrace thy Conqu❜ror's Feet

CLIII. The Relentings of GOD's Heart over bis backfliding People. Hofea xi. 7, 8, 9.

IYE Sinners on backfliding bent,
GOD's gracious Call attend ;

1

Shall not Compaffion fo divine

Each stubborn Spirit bend?

"How fhall I give mine Ifrael up

"To Ruin and Despair?

"How pour down Show'rs of flaming Wrath, "And make a Sodom there?

6.6.

3 My Bowels ftrong Relentings feel;

4

"My Heart is pain'd within : "I will not all my Wrath exert, "Nor vifit all their Sin.

"The Mercy of a God restrains

"The Thunders of his Hand:
"Come, feek Protection from that Pow'r,
"Which you can ne'er withstand.

5 With trembling Hafte, O GOD, to Thee
Let Sinners wing their Flight;
As Doves, when Birds of Prey pursue,.
Down on their Windows light.

6 Father, we seek thy gracious Arm,

All melted at thy Voice:

O my

O may thy Heart, that feels our Woes,

In our Return rejoice.

CLIV. GOD's Controverfy by Fire. Amos iv. 11.

On Occafion of a dreadful Fire.

I ETERNAL GOD, our humbled Souls
Before thy Prefence bow:

With all thy Magazines of Wrath,

How terrible art Thou!

2 Fan'd by thy Breath, whole Sheets of Flame
Do like a Deluge pour;
And all our Confidence of Wealth

Lies moulder'd in an Hour.

3 Led on by Thee, in horrid Pomp,.
Deftruction rears its Head;

And blacken'd Walls, and fmoaking Heaps,
Thro' all the Street are spread.

4 LORD, in the Duft we lay us down,.
And mourn thy righteous Ire * ;
Yet bless the Hand of Guardian-Love,
That fnatch'd us from the Fire.

5 O that the hateful Dregs of Sin
Like Drofs had perish'd there,
That, in fair Lines, our purged Souls
Might thy bright Image bear.

6 So fhall we view with dauntless Eyes

The last tremendous Day,

When Earth and Seas, and Stars and Skies,

In Flames fhall melt away.

CLV. Britain unreformed by remarkable Deliverances. Amos iv. -IL.

For a Faft-Day.

1 YES, Britain feem'd to Ruin doom'd, Juft like a burning Brand;

2

Till fnatch'd from fierce furrounding Flames
By GoD's indulgent Hand.

"Once more (he fays) I will fupprefs
"The Wrath, that Sin would wake;
"Once more my Patience shall attend,
"And call my Britain back."

3 But who this Clemency reveres?
Or feels this melting Grace?
Who ftirs his languid Spirit up
To feek thine awful Face?

4 On Days like these we pour our Cries,
And at thy Feet we mourn;

Then rife to tempt thy Wrath again,
And to our Sins return.

5 Our Nation far from God remains,
Far, as in diftant Years;

And the fmall Remnant that is found,
A dying Afpect wears.

6 Chaften'd and rescu'd thus in vain,
Thy righteous Hand fevere

Into the Flames might hurl us back,
And quite confume us there.