2 A Cloud of Witneffes around

Hold thee in full Survey:
Forget the Steps already trod,
And onward urge thy Way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating Voice,
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own Hand prefents the Prize
To thine afpiring Eye.

4 That Prize with peerless Glories bright,
Which fhall new Lustre boast,

5

When Victors Wreaths* and Monarchs Gems

Shall blend in common Duft.

Bleft Saviour, introduc'd by 'Thee,

Have I my Race begun;

And crown'd with Vict'ry at thy Feet

I'll lay my Honours down.

* Crowns or Garlands given to Conquerors.

CCXCVII. GOD Supplying the Neceffities of bis
People. Phil. iv. 19, 20.

I MY GOD, how chearful is the Sound!
How pleasant to repeat!

Well may that Heart with Pleasure bound,
Where God hath fix'd his Seat.

2 What Want shall not our God supply
From his redundant Stores ?

What Streams of Mercy from on high
An Arm almighty pours?

3 From Chrift, the ever-living Spring,
These ample Bleffings flow:

Prepare

Prepare, my Lips, his Name to fing,
Whofe Heart hath lov'd us fo.

Now to our Father and our GoD
Be endless Glory giv'n,

Thro' all the Realms of Man's Abode,
And thro' the highest Heav'n.

CCXCVIII. Thankfulness for being made meet for the heavenly Inheritance. Coloff. i. 12.

I ALL-glorious GOD, what Hymns of Praise
Shall our tranfported Voices raise?

What flaming Love and Zeal is due,
While Heav'n ftands open to our View?

2 Once we were fall'n, and O! how low!
Juft on the Brink of endless Woe;
Doom'd to a Heritage in Hell,
Where Sinners all in Darkness dwell.
3 But lo, a Ray of chearful Light
Scatters the horrid Shades of Night!
Lo, what triumphant Grace is fhewn
To Souls impov'rifh'd and undone !

4

Far, far beyond these mortal Shores
A bright Inheritance is ours;

Where Saints in Light our Coming wait,
To fhare their holy blissful State.

5 If ready-dreft for Heav'n we shine,

Thine are the Robes, the Crown is Thine:
May endless Years their Courfe prolong,
While Thine the Praife," is all our Song.

CCXCIX.

CCXCIX. Angels and Chriflians united in CHRIST, as their common Head. Coloff. ii. 10.

1 HAIL to Emanuel's ever-honour'd Name! Spread it, ye Angels, thro' Heav'n's facred

Flame.

Ye fcepter'd Cherubim, before his Throne, And flaming Seraphim, bow humbly down. He is your Head; with proftrate Awe adore him,. And lay with joy your radiant Crowns before him. 2 Array'd in his refulgent Beams ye thine,

And draw Exiftence* from his Source divine; Grateful ye wait the Signal of his Hand, Honour'd too highly by his leaft Command: In him th' indwelling Deity admiring, And to his brighter Image ftill afpiring.

3 Mortals with you in chearful Homage join, And bring their Anthems to Emanuel's Shrine; Mean as we are, with Sins and Griefs befet, We glory, that in him we are compleat. He is our Head, and we with you adore him, And pour our Wants, our Joys, our Hearts before him.

4

We fing the Blood that ranfom'd us from Hell; We fing the Graces that in Jefus dwell;

Led by his Spirit, guarded by his Hand, Our Hopes anticipate your goodly Land; Still his incarnate Deity admiring,

And with Heav'n's Hierarchy + in Praise confpiring.

*

Being, or Life. The feveral Orders of Angels.

CCC.

CC. Chriftians, as rifen with CHRIST, exhorted to feek Things above. Coloff. iii. 1.

HEARKEN, ye Children of your God;
Ye Heirs of Glory, hear;

For Accents fo divine as these
Might charm the dullest Ear.

= Baptiz'd into your Saviour's Death,
Your Souls to Sin must die ;
With Christ our Lord ye live anew,
With Chrift afcend on high.

3 There, at the Father's Hand, He fits,
Enthron'd divinely fair;

Yet owns himself your Brother ftill,
And your Forerunner there.

4 Rife from these earthly Trifles, rise,
On Wings of Faith and Love ;
Jefus your choiceft Treasure lies,
And be your Hearts, above.

5 But Earth and Sin will drag us down,
When we attempt to fly ;

Lord, fend thy ftrong attractive Force
To raife and fix us high.

CCCI. The Profperity of the Church, the Life of a faithful Minifter. 1 Theff. iii. 8.

BLEST Jefus, bow thine Ear,

While we intreat thy Love;

O come, and all our Hearts poffefs,

And our beft Paffions move.

2 May we ftand faft in Thee,

3

4

Tho' Storms and Tempests beat;
And in thy Guardian-Arms obtain
A calm and fafe Retreat.

Still be thy Truth maintain'd,
And ftill thy Word obey'd,
And to the Merits of thy Blood
A conftant Homage paid.

So fhall thy Shepherds live,

And raise their chearful Head,

And, in fuch Bleffings on their Flock,
Confefs their Toils repaid,

CCCII. Comfort on the Death of pious Friends. 1 Theff. iv. 17, 18.

1 TRanfporting Tidings which we hear!
What Mufic to the pious Ear!

Chrift loves each humble Saint fo well,
He with his Lord fhall ever dwell.

2 Bleft Jefus, Source of ev'ry Grace,
From far to view thy fmiling Face,
While absent thus by Faith we live,
Exceeds all Joys, that Earth can give.
3 But O! what Extacy unknown

Fills the wide Circle round thy Throne,
Where ev'ry rapt'rous Hour appears
Nobler than Millions of our Years!

4 Millions by Millions multiplied
Shall ne'er thy Saints from Thee divides

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