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• In him then fave thou me from fin and shame, . And to the higheit glorify thy name.
Since this bright scene thy glories all express, . And grace as empress reigns through rightevusness; • Since mercy fair runs in a crimfon food, • Ad vents through juflice satisfying blood : · Not only then for inercy's fake I sue, « But for the glory of thy justice too. • And since each letter of thy name divine • Has in fair Jesus' face the brightest shine, • This glorious Husband be for ever mine.
• On this strong argument so sweet, fo blest, . With thy allowance, Lord, I must infiit. • Great God, since thou all w'll unworthy me • To make thy glorious name my humble plea; • N, glry worthy of it wilt thou gain • By casting me into the burning main.
My feeble back can never suit ihe load, • That speaks thy name a fin-revenging God. • Scarce would that name seem a consuming fire • Upon a worm unworthy of thine ire. • But see the worthy Lamb, thy chosen Priest, • With justice' burning-glass against his breast,
Contracting all the beams of 'venging' wrath, • As in their centre, 'till he burnt to death. • Vengeance can never be fo much proclaim'd • By scatter'd beams among the millions damn'd. • Then, Lord, in him me to the utmost lave, . And thou shalt glory to the highest have :
Glory to Wisdom, that contriv't fo well!
Glory to Pow'r, that bore and bury'd hell! • Glory to Holiness, which fin defac’d, • With figleis service now divinely grac'd !
Glity in Jallice' sword, that fiaming stood, • N w drunk to pleasure with atoning blood!
Glory to Truth, that now, in scarlet clad, • Has seal'd both threats and promises with red ! • Glory to Mercy, now in purple streams, · S, sweetly gliding through the divine flames • Of other once offended, now exalted names !
• Each attribute confpires with joint embrace, • To fhew its sparkling rays in Jesus' face ;
And thus to deck the crown of matchless grace. • But to thy name in hell ne'er can accrue • The thousandth part of this great revenue.
· O ravishing contrivance! light that blinds • Cherubic gazers, and seraphic ininds.
They pry into the deep, and love to learn • What yet should valily more be my concern. • Lord, once my hope most reafınless could dream • Of heav'n, without regard to thy great name; • But here is laid, my lasting hope to found, • A highly rational, a lalling ground. « 'Tis reasonable, I expect thou'lt take • The way that m It will for thine honour make. • Is this the plan ? Lord, let me build my claim "To life, on this high glory of thy name. • Nor let my faithless heart or think, ur say, • That all this glory thall be thrown away • In my perdition; which will never raise • To thy great name so valt a rent of praise. • O then a rebel into favour take; • Lord, thield and save me for thy glory's sake. • My endless ruin is not worth the coft, • That so much glory be for ever loft. • I'll of the greatest sinner bear the shame, “ To bring the greatest honour to thy name. · Small loss, though I thould perilh endless days, • But thousand pities grace should lose the praise. . O hear, Jehovah, get the glory then, • And to my fupplication say, Amen.'
SECT. V. The terrible Doom of Unbelievers, and Rejecters of
Christ, or Despisers of the Gospel.
Then there is hope in Isra’l fure for thee.
Since the prime fountains of the facred writ
Thou art condemn'd already by the law.
To Christ the hav'n, without the gales of grace.
* Heb. X. 29. 31.
Then, then we may suppose the wretch to cry, • Oh! if this damning G d would let me die, • And not torment me to eternity! · Why from the filent womb of Itupid earth • Did Heav'n awake, and push me into birth? • Curs'd be the day that ever gave me life ; « Curs'd be the cruel parents, man and wife, • Means of my being, instruments of woe ; • For now I'm damn'd, I'm damn'd, and always fo! • Curs'd be the day that ever made me hear · The gospel-call, which brought salvation near. · The endless found of Nighted mercy's bell, • Has in mine ears the molt tormenting knell. · Of offer'd grace I vain repent the loss, • The joyful found with horror recognosce. • The hollow vault reverberates the found, · This killing echo strikes the deepest wound,
And with too late remorse does now confound. • Into the dungeon of despair I'm lock'd, • Th’once open door of hope for ever block'd:
Hopeless I sink into the dark abyss, · Banish'd for ever from eternal bliss. • In biling waves of vengeance must I lie ? "O could I curse this dreadful God, and die ! • Infinite years in torments shall I spend, ! And never, never, never at an end ! • Ah! must I live in torturing despair • As many years as atoms in the air ? • When these are spent, as many thousands more • As grains of sand that croud the ebbing ihore? • When these are done, as many yet behind · As leaves of forest shaken with the wind? · When these are gone, as many to ensue • As flems of grass on hills and dales that grew ?
When these run out, as many on the march • As starry lamps that gild the spangled arch?. • When there expire, as many millions more • As moments in the millions palt before ? • When all these doleful years are fpent in pain, • And multiplied by myriads again, « 'Tis numbers drown the thought ! could I suppose : That then my wretched years were at a close,
· This would afford fome ease : but, ah! I fhiver • To think upon the dreadful found, for ever! · The burning gulph, where I blafpheining ly, • Is time no more, but valt ETERNITY ! • The growing torment I endure for fin,
Through ages all is always to begin. • How did I but a grain of pleasure fow,
To reap an harvelt of immortal wo? • Bound at the bottom of the burning main,
Gnawing my chains, I wish for death in vain.
Just dooni! since I that bear th' eternal load · Contemn'd the death of an eternal God. "Oh! if the God that curs'd me to the lash, . Would bless me back to nothing with a daih! · But hopeless I the just avenger hate, Blaspheme the wrathful God, and curfe
my fate! To these this word of terror I direct, Who now the great salvation dare neglect *: To all the Christ-despising multitude, That trample on the great Redeemer's blood; That see no beauty in his glorious face, But flight his offers, and refuse his grace. A messenger of wrath to none I am, But those that hate to wed the worthy Lamb. For though the finallest fins, if small con be, Will plunge the Christless foul in misery : Yet, lo! the greatest that to mortals cleave Shan't damn the fouls in Jefus that believe; Because they on the very method fall That well can make amends to God for all. Whereas proud fouls, thro' unbelief, won't let The glorious God a reputation get Of all his honour, in his darling Son, For all the great dishonours they have done. A faithless foul the glorious God bereaves of all the satisfaction that he craves; Hence under divine hotest fury lies, And with a double vengeance justly dies. The blackest part of Tophet is their place, Who fight the tenders of redeeming grace. * Heb. ii. 3.