If any now declare for grace,

He's Antinomian call’d,
And jealous now on him they look,

As if by sin enthrall’d.

Herod and Pilate now are friends,

Since Christ rejected is ; Rome will rejoice to hear the news ;

'Twill be her joy and bliss.

Wesley and Sellon too will sing

To see their cause extend ; Vot'ries for Calvin, what, are you

Becoming now a friend ?

The comforts of the gospel now

They are afraid to name, But urge the duties of the law

With ardent love and flame.

Behold the consequence arise,

God's children are cast down, While free-will pride's exalted high

And made to wear the crown.

Proclaim it not in Gath around,

Nor yet in Askelon; Why should the uncircumcis'd rejoice,

While God's own people mourn?

Why should old Dagon be set up,

The pride of man restor’d; Satan his kingdom be advanc'd,

And so reject God's word ?

Do not we see iniquity

In ev'ry place abound, While godliness is very scarce,

And hardly to be found ?

Some happy periods there have been,

When English pulpits rung With sounds of rich and matchless grace,

On ev'ry preacher's tongue.

They were the golden, happy days;

As in King Edward's time, Elizabeth's, and James's too,

Religion then did shine,

All free-will men were then afraid

To speak their errors out,
Nor dare they shew their guilty head,

To spread their tares about.

Yea, in those times, so few they were,

One castle would them hold, But ah, how chang'd the present scene!

What swarms we now behold!

In churches, and in meetings too,

Their names are legion grown; 'Tis fashionable now become To cry

the doctrines down.

That man has pow'r to turn to God,

There's many now will say; That it depends on his free-will

To give the yea or pay.

Thus rich, and free, and sov'reign grace,

Is now cry'd down amain,
By many preachers of our day,

Which gives the godly pain.

Some who for Calvin once were warm,

Now on him turn their back, And seem inclin'd as if they'd join

With the vile Romish pack.

How is the gold with them turn’d dim!

How is the fine gold chang'd! Where is their boast in Christ alone ?

How is their heart estrang'd!

What tho’ in ev'ry age, and place,

Deserters there will be,
Yet God will still preserve his sheep

Throughout eternity.

From all the craft of subtle men

He will protect his fold;
His chosen know his lovely voice,

From ev'ry error bold.

Nor shall Arminian arguments

O’ercome the child of God, For Christ will keep his ransom'd flock,

The purchase of his blood.

O may our God in glory rise,

All errors soon dispel,
Which on his Zion heavy hangs,

Unto their native hell!

Then will his chosen all rejoice,

And eye to eye shall see, , Give God the glory of his grace,

In perfect harmony.

THE

MORAL LAW

NOT INJURED BY THE

EVERLASTING GOSPEL.

A SERMON,

PREACHED IN SUBSTANCE AT PROVIDENCE

CHAPEL;

AND HUMBLY ADDRESSED TO

THE REV. ROWLAND HILL, M. A.

FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, THAT BRINGLTH SALVATION, HATH APPEAR

ED TO ALL MEN; TEACHING US THAT DENYING UNGODLINESS AND WORLDLY LUSTS, WE SHOULD LIVE SOBERLY, RIGHTEOUSLY, AND GODLY, IN THIS PRESENT WORLD.

Titus ii. 11, 12