V ¥> 4 ifc * "" IIIM II H I /a o:* OL O^ 1:1^ «J^ o^ "^2^ OK TUV. AT PRINCETON, N. J. x» c» :v _^ T I o X- !<• SAMUEL AGNE\V, OF PIIII, ADELPniA, PA. jj Case, D'^'^'°'^ I % Shelf, Section ^ I BooU, No.....^...._^..| v/, S^ THE 4* WORKS Of the late Reverend and Learned Mr. Jofeph Stennetu VOL. IV. Containing his Poems, and Letters on various Subjeils. LONDON: Printed in the Y e A R M.DCC.XXXII. ( i ) To the Reverend ^ 07 Mr. Jofepb StennetH^^ i?y Joseph Collet, £)^- ^ernonT of Bencolen, in the Eaft- Indies. TorhTort^ Aug. 22, 171 3, Early fought to join the mufes train ; And goofe-like, gabling, tho't my felf a fwan \ Long idle hours to love of verfe betray'd : That love a little footh'd, fo ftrong impref- fion made. That now advanc'd in years, by cares pof- fefs'd, And various kinds of urgent bufinefs prefs'd,! . I ftill the coy one court to be my gueft. Vol, IV. In ( n) In vain ! From court, and camp, and mart file tlies, To filent fliades and facred privacies. Your city bard (he vilits in his coach : But mine, tho willing, ihe could not approach ; By guards furrounded and a numerous train, As on the fands I drive, or o'er the plain. When to the ftreams or fliady groves I bend My fteps, the needful troublers Hill attend : The defart's peopled ; and the gloomy fliade, By arms and colours is refulgent made. I with regret, yet pleas'd, review the hours To friendfliip facred, and celeftial powVs ; When we far from the crowd retired have fate. On things fablime engag'd in high debate. My foul ftill feels the manly eloquence. The piercing force of truth, the nervous fenfe. With which you talk of virtue's charming caufe. Religious blifs, and nature's perfect laws. Of love divine, and of obedience pure, And faith that will the fiery teft endure. The fong begins : the praifes we rehearfe Of God, and god-like men, in flowing verfe : Alternate verfe the lofty theme fullains ; The lefty theme fupports th' alternate ftrains. The mufe grown warm exerts her utmoft force, And ftrains and ftretches in the higher courfe: But gently footh'd, I guide her to the plains: She now begins her wanton rural ftrains. My ( iii ) My homely feat, built on a rifing ground. The cocoa, orange, and the Hme furround. The fragrant bloom and glowing fruit appear Thro' all the months, and crown the cir- cling year. The verdant fields fufta in the fmilino; fun Unparch'd, his rays dired:ly pouring down. Moift dews by night fupply the liquid ftore; And fountain nymphs around unwearied pour From unexhauftedurns ; their ftreams are fccn. On each fide crown'd witheverlafting green. To thefe my lowing kine returning home. With ftrutting udders ev'ry evening come : There flake their thirft^ retreat thence with the light, Quitting the plains where tygers range by night. Then to my yard return the bleating dams. With all their wanton kids and fporting lambs ; A medly there of animals one fees : Hens, capons, ducks and doves, eagles and geefe, Hogs, dogs and monkies, red-coats and great guns : A fcene unufual in your country towns. Thefe chafle delights relieve the adive mind, Whom weighty cares would elfe too flridtly bind : Unbent flie with frefh vigour can purfue Her daily tafk, and labours known renew. a z But (iv ) , But when, my friend! when will the day arife, Shall blefs me with the fight of native fkies? O when fliall I repafs the liquid main, With reputation bleft and moderate gain ? When fee my offspring, or their deflin'd race ? Or when be lodg'd within thy flridt embrace? Jofeph Collet. A >GiCi:L/ A Poem to the memory of the Reverend Mr. Jofeph Stennett. By John Qu i n c y, M. 2). ^^ ^^^^S O mourn the lofs of a departed iW^^ friend; _ l^-.>«frl^l To Others his example to com- ^#i mend; _ \ To raife thofe adlions eminently bright ; And draw his virtues in a proper Hght ; That growing ages may the fcene Hve o'er. And be that pattern he has been before : For this has Stennett*s mufe employed her art, With pious forrow touched each generous heart ; 'Till ev'ry breafl with emulation fwells. As the great lofs, with decent grief, flie tdls. By thee, oh Stennett! Cmfoytt furvives; And Taylor^ in thy verfe inftrudlive lives. Their bright examples ftill our bofoms warm ^ And fhew in every grace its proper charm. a 3 Religion ( vi ) Religion here appears a heavenly thing ; And firmeft joys from confcious virtue fpring. Thy country too, (iuch w^as thy tuneful (kill) In manly verfe enjoys her Nassau ftill : In him the foldier and the patriot views, And thro' each fcene his glorious life purfues. Urgd hv th' ungrateful, who their harps unftrung, Thou could^fl not fee that glorious theme unfung : The firings were touched by thy harmonious hand, And airs divine arofe at thy command. But who with equal fkill thy worth fhall raife, Embalm thy name, and celebrate thy praife ? Who can with equal ftrength and charms rehearfe Thy matchlefs virtues, in becoming verfe j Tell o'er a life fo eminently great ; Thy wond'rous worth and pious cares repeat; In proper order every aftion drefs ; And in each line fomc fhining grace exprefs? Oh ! Ccllet^ had not heaven for unknown ends Far call'd thee from thy country and thy friends ; Thy Stennett's hcarfe {hould ne'er go un- adorn'd, But with becoming folemn grief be mourned; Thy ( vii ) Thy lelf would be harmonious in thy woe ; Thy forrow would in tuneful numbers flow; Such tuneful numbers as did thee infpire. When firft thy ravifli'd foul hung on his lyre ; And dwelling on this melancholy theme Repay thofe numbers which were learned from him. If yet in burning climes and painful ftrife Of dangerous toils, heaven flill preferves thy life; When firft thou hear'ft the mournful ftory -v told, / Start not but firmly keep thy hold ^ On that fure hope that m.akes the vii-tuous\ bold. J As thouVt a man, fome filent tears will flow; A groaning breaft thy bitter forrow fhov/ : But yet ! oh ! yet, be moderate in thy woe^ Think ftill thy country worthy thy return, Worthy thy friends, who thy long abfence [mourn. Where (hall the mufe begin her mournful tale. And Stennett in harmonious tears bewail? How v/ill file trace the faint inev'rv line ? And how the poet with the prophet ioin ? How will fhe this adventurous tafk purfue, And in full luftre the bright image fhew ? In faithful lines his private virtues tell ; Say how in every part he did excel, Regardful always of a heavenly end, The Warmeft chriftian, and the trueft friend. a 4 Tell ( viii ) Tell o*er the parent in his pious care, Happy in filial love, and filial fear : The hufband view thro' life's uneven way, His faith, his truth, his conftancy difplay. Mourn him, ye friends, to whom he did impart The free difcoveries of an honeft heart : Who with him oft in fweeteft converfe join'd, And from his clear ideas ftor'd your mind. Lament your lofs, deprived of him below; And in your tears unfeigned forrow fliow. Ye tender relidls, weep around his urn : The heft of friends, thebeft of fathers, mourn. Your fure fupport, fnatch'd from your early years, Demands the tribute of your pious tears. From hence pafs o'er the too afBidting tale; And in foft numbers next the bard bewail. Religion only could his mufe infpire. And friendiliip's facred warmth his bofom fire. Nopleafing flattery footh'd the crimes of men. Nor Pagan deities defil'd his pen : - But to his God and confcience ever true, Firll jufily thought, then did thofe thoughts purfue. Oh ! how our fouls have on his numbers hiing, Unheeded, drawn by the inchanting fong ! How ( ix ) How juft his thoughts appear ; his turns how fine ! How bright his figures in defcription fhine ! In eafy ftrokes the pleafing image lies, And foft perfwafions from his accents rife. But who can follow him with equal fire, When his Redeemer does his thoughts infpire ? When he addrefles his immortal king. What tuneful notes the praifeful tribute bring ? How does he on the pleafing fubjecfl dwell, And what he'as done for us in tranfport tell ! Who can purfue him in the gloomy way, And trace his Saviour up to Golgotha ? View all the horrors in his bofom met. While every pore difcharg'd a bloody fweat 3 ^ Deferted by his friends^ by one betray dy And with a treacherous kifs a captive made ! See the rocks rend by his expiring groans^ Whiljl the torn veil his facred priejihood owns ! What heart fo hard but muft relenting lie ;> What tears muft flow from the difiTolving eye, > To fee his God, to fee his Saviour die ? 3 [voice ; Such was the poet ; fuch his charming And fuch the fubjedis of his pious choice. Such thoughts he lov'd 3 fuch facred notes he fung ', The fofteft poet, with the fweeteft tongue. =» The lines in Italic^ are borrowed from A/r. Stennext'^ om)n works* Bui ( X ) But now, mymufe, begin a nobler view ; Forfake the poet, and the faint purfue : Trace him to Zion's hill, the mount of God, And fee the prophet in his work employed : Tell how his mind was turn'd to finifh'd And how his words to ftrongeft eloquence. How did he knowledge to the mJnd impart. The firmeil reafon with the richeft art ; Sublimefl: truths in eafy words convey, And facrcd wifdom's force divine difplay! How fwift our fouls to pure religion move, Drawn by the tidings of a Saviour's love ? His gentle words an eafy paffage find, To calm the troubles of a wounded mind ; Lead the poor (inner to the clean fmg jloody And bathe his coujcience in redeeming blood. How did he teach to curb each wild defire, And quench the kindling heat of lawlefs fire ; Tell us the blifs that from right reafon flows, And the true joys of piety difclofe ? Struck and overcome by virtue's brighter charms, We yield ourfelves to her all-conquering arms ; Body and foul to her juft rules refign. And all our deeds conform to laws divine. But we no more that charming voice fliall hear 3 No more the faint will in our ftreets appear. For ( XI ) For fuch a lofs how faft our forrows grow ; What floods of tears on fuch occafion flow ? When fuch a man of God, a prophet dies, No vulgar grief fhould wait his obfequies : A common lofs for common forrow calls ; A nation trembles when a prophet falls. Ye little flock, whom oft your preacher warm'd, (Whofe fouls exulted while his accents charm'd) Where is your father, where your pafl:or fled ? What fins have robb'd you of your reverend head ? What crime could prayer of all its force difarm, And deafen heaven to her all-conquering charm ; Whofe cries have gates, and bars^, and fetters broke, And Lazarus in his filent tomb awoke ? Oh wondYous man ! whom haft thou left behind ? And where fhall we the prophet's mantle find ? Who has poflTeflion of thy humble heart ? To whom didft thou thy holy {kill impart ? Where is that goodly look, inviting mein, Thejuft refemblance of his foul within? Divine perfuafions, with a heav'nly grace. Dwelt on his lips, and pity on his face. No ( ^ii ) No preacher*s accents ever did reveal Such tender love, mixt with fuch ardent zeal. How did his words like heav'niy lightnings dart; Scarce touch the body while they melt the heart' That orator mull: furely be obey'd, Whofe mein is eloquent, whofe looks per- fwade ; Who with his own does others paffions raife, And to their bread his very foul conveys. But now prepare thy farewel-tearsto flied, As thou draw'ft near the confines of the dead : Behold the chriftian in the laft great ftrife ; Recount his actions on the clofe of life ; Say how becoming he refign'd his breath, And calmly yielded to the llroke of death. HowZion mourns! how hangs her wi- dowed head, To fee her envoy death's dark regions tread ; The gloomy vale from whence there's no return, And where no more life's lambent flame will burn, Where blackeft night, without one glimpfe of dav, Docs all its horrors to our thoughts difplay. The awakening Viggott firft refigns his breath, Nor cou'd our prayers retard Ills early death ; Seiz'd ( xiii ) Seized in his ftrength of life, his work is done, Call'd from his labours to pofTefs his crown. Oh! Piggoft, little did we think thine end Would foon be followed by thy deareft friend. Tho weighty cares employ'd his thoughtful breaft, And for thy lofs with deepefl: grief opprefs'd; Yet this he conquer'd, and with pious dread Paid his laft office to the reverend dead ^ How did thy Stennett tell thy blefl abode! How did he trace thee to the feat of God ! How charm our fouls, and raife each ftrong defire, And by his heav'n-born thoughts the mind infpire ! Oh how the audience on his accents hung, When thy bright memory employ'd his tongue ! In what tranfporting ftrains did he fet forth Thy wond'rous goodnefs, and thy matchlefs worth ! But, oh ! what agonies transfixed each foul. While down his cheeks the pious tears did roul, When broken paufes had untun'd his breath, And interrupted accents fpoke thy death ! Oh ! may thy name for ever have a part With thy dear friend in every grateful heart. Had heav'n his precious life but longer fpar'd, For thee his tuneful notes he had prepar'd, ^ In his fHneral fermon* To ( xiv ) For thee had poured out the beft perfume, And fcatter'd choiceft odours o'er thy tomb: But heav n thought fit the prophet to remove. From mourning here with us, to fing with thee above. See how the mufe avoids th' approaching pain, And Ihifts infenfibly the mournful fcene ; In day-hght fain would longer draw her breath, And turns reludlant from the paths of death. But'tis decreed : and Stennett now muft fall By that deftrudive hand that levels all. Protradted ills weigh down the yielding frame. And noxious vapours damp the vital flame : Infenfibly the conllitution wears With painful ftudy, and afliduous cares : The organs moft employ'd, now firft refule Their wonted talk, and vital functions lofe : The lungs forget t'expire the ftagnant air. The fpirits ceafe to run their fwift career : The heart irregular begins to beat, Nor warms the purple ftreams with wonted heat : Relaxed mufcles all the limbs unbrace ; And death erects his image in the face. Ye folemn mourners, who his bed attend. Take your la{l leave of your departing friend ; And as you weep, obferve the awful flrife. The dying groan, and the lall tugg of life ; How ( XV ) How the decaying fire but faintly burns, Now feems to difappear, and then returns ; Streaks o'er the features with a flatt'ring red. Then quite forfakes them, ghaftly, pale, and dead. See how the foul ftruggles to make her way From long confinement, to her native day : The heavenly profpefl: opens to her fight. And airy minifters fuflain her flight. To keep the prophet here we ftrove in vain. His toils are finifh'd, and diifolv'd his chain: To all the cares below he bids farewel, And mounts the regions where jufl fpirits dwell. Blefs'd man ! who conquered all the ills below, Blefs'd in his God, fhall lafting pleafures know. No more he grieves the churches mournful ftate; But views the various turnings of her fate : He fees how regular the winding turns, Fir'd with th' approaching fcene, in tranfport burns. Reft now, blefs'd foul, fecure from care and grief. Till the laft trump fhall wake a world to life. Then all the good thy works have wrought below. In beauteous order God, thy God fliall Aow ; Thv ( xvi ) Thy prayVs, thy tears, all for acceptance prefs ', And not one virtue fail of wi{h*d fuccefs : Then all whom thou to piety haft form'd, Thofe fouls, who firft were by thy teaching warm'd, Whofe hands were ftrengthned by thy pious care. And feet delivered from the tempter's fnare, Shall give thee joys beyond our reach fublime, Joys only known by fouls above the fpheres of time. Stop here, my mufe, a too impetuous flight, Left thou grow giddy with exceffive height : Too fteep th' afcent for infant wings to fly. The view too diftant for a mortal eye. To leave earth, clouds, and air, and trace the ftarry fky. Oh ! who can point the place, who mark the way To thofe bright manfions of eternal day. Where no rude fcenes the perfedt peace annoy. But endlefs praife and love the mind employ ; Where rich unmingled joys the foul will know. Which in one conftant courfe, without cef- iation flow. On ( xvii ) On the Death of the Reve-^ rend Mr. Jofeph Stennett. i?y Jonathan Blenman£/^3 Attomey-general of Barbadoes. Orgive, blefs.'d faint, forgive th* afpiring mufe, Whofe ready will unequal paths purfues. I, like the mournful lover, flytoverfe, And eafe my mind, whiift I thy charms re- hearfe. But ah ! what fighs does the reflection bring 5 Not what thou arc, but what thou waft, I fing. The man who once fuch wond'rous things cou'd fay, Lies there, a d ad unadtive lump of clay ! Vol. IV, b He's ( XVlll ) He's gone ! and will no more the pulpit grace With his melodious voice, and fweet addrcfs : No more (hall we, his hearers, wond'ring ftand, And feel each paffion mov'dathis command. How did his gefture and his adlion fhow. He firft believ'd, what we were taught to know ! Juft were his thoughts, nervous and ftrong his fenfe , But fmooth his ftyle, and full of eloquence. His mufe (the mufe that fung great Najfaus ' praife) Will warble out no more her tuneful lays. How fweet her notes on fubjefts all divine ! How bright the chriftian fhone in evVy line! 'Tis hard to fay (he both perform'd fo well) Whether in profe or verfe he did excel. When fuch a prophet, fuch a poet dies, Who is there flarts not with the fad fur- prize. Nor fhews his virtue by his flowing eyes? ; His converfe yielded fomething always new; Inftruftive his difcourfe, and pleafant too. Whatever he faid was with a juft allay ; Tho grave, not dull; tho chearful, yet not gay. Smartly he rally *d, but without offence j None made more mirth with fo much in- nocence. Tho oft by ficknefs and by pains opprefs^d, When was his wit, or wanting, or mifplac'd? So conftant was his temper, and fo mild -, Tho fortune often frown'd, he always fmil'd. But But hold ( XIX ) to paint a Stennett*s worth. will alk A Stennett*s genius, nor tranfcend the tafk. Then, infant mufe, forbear: nor try in vain To fweep the furface of a boundlefs main* His living works to future ages fliew, How much from this was to his merit due. f'^' ■Iff b i ( XX ) Kil! ti 1^ >=*^ *riy ^ \'5i"^ ^arty is fp caking^ according to the be ft judgment I could make. How I have fucceeded in thcfe matters^ mujl be left to others tojudg^. I haze compofed it in fuch a meafure^ Cf'd divided it into fuch parts ^ as might render it fit and e<}f to he fung in the worfioip of God. If any fhould fcruple * nSS'tJ Sui Vcxillum geren«?j cui fubfint decern ho- tr.inuir! mi'lia. ji-jant unt enfetgne de dix tnille hommesm Mercer, in loc. 2 fi The PREFACE. fo to fife it^ becaufe the fenfe of it is {in many places at leajt) obfinre and drjfi- cult ; / defire them to confider that many of the 'Ffalms are liable to the fame object ion (particularly the ^^th^ ^-jubich treats of the fame fubje5i of divine love) and yet thefe are not laid ajide as ifelefs to this pnrprfe^ becaife dictated by the fame Spirit with thofe that are more flain and eafi to be underfood. The ob- fcurity that is found in this or other parts of the facred writings, fl?ould excite us to the greater diligence in fe arching after the mind of the Holy Spirit, that we may improve both in grace and knowledge, jind the providence of God has furnijhed various helps to this end, and fome in our own language : the learned and judicious Mr. Ainfworth s annotations on this book very well deferve to be pent fed by fuch as afpire after the knowledge of thofe excellent things of which it treats. What is reprefented to pafs between Chrifl and the church in general in this fong, is in a ^reat meafure applicable to the tranfaEiions between him and every particular chrifian. Here we may dif cern the pious foul convinced of Chrif's love line fs and worthy inflamed with love towar s him, and earneflly defiriitg and fetking intimate communion with him, tho Jhe meets with many difficulties in her U 14 The PR E FACE. her way. We afterwards find her traitf* ported with joy upon the reception of ma- ny fignal favours from him, and very am- ple demonf rations of his love^ which are attended with the mofl grateful expref fions of love on her part, j^fter this^ thro her negligence and the power of temptation^ Jhe grows cool and languid in her ajfe^iion to him ; upon i^hich he ; as it werey retires and hides himfelf from her ; he withdraws the manifejiation of his kindneCs^ the want of which alarms and aivakens her from her fiothful frame ^ and fe ems to fill her vjith almoft as much forrow as his fmiles gave her pleafure : her joyful raptures are now turned into fighs and complaints. However ^ foe re^ folves to feek her abfent lord, till jhe finds him : her zeal revives : /he makes great proteji at ions of the fine erity of her love, and refolutions of her future con- Jtancy : foe diligently inquires after him, and at lengthy after having paji thro 7nany dangers and difficulties, jhe meets with him. Their renewed communioit then fur nifljes them both with the fuh lime fi and mojl endearing exprejfions of joy and love ; and they take the great ejl C07/ipla^ cency in each other's fociety, by turns de- fcribing one another'* s beauty, till at la [I fioe feems impatient of longer delays, and to defire a yet fuller and mere perfe[i cfijoy* The PREFACE. 15 enjoyment of her beloved Lord, by a tranjlat'ton from the kingdom of grace in» to that of glory. This feems to be the general Plot and dejign of this divhie poem. And thofe gracious fotils^ who are truly converted to God^ and have experienced the renewing Influences of the divine Spirit to maintain their fpiritual life ; issho have a fpiritual relijh, or (to ufe our Saviour s phrafe) iavour the things that be of God {tho themfelves are ac- counted the foohlli things of this world) 'Will eajuy find much intelligible and in^ firuciive matter in this holy fong^ while the vvi(e men of the world are pofed with myjfery, and fumble at it. Not but that tk( wifefl and mo ft learned chrifian may find fome diffii ulties in it {as well as in many other parts of the fcripture) capa^ ble to exercife his pious induftry. To conclude^ if the whole fcripture is 2 t/w. 3. given by infpiration of God, and is profit- *^> '7« a It for doc&rine, for reproof, for correc- tion, for inftrudion in righreoufnefs, that the man of God may be perfcdl, throughly furnifhed to all good works : then this part of it is ufeful to thefe purpofes : and we fhall ^-j v.ell to attend to the apo file's exhort ationy who fays^ let the word Qi^oUi,i6n Chnft dwell in you richly in all wifdom, teaching and adraoniibing one another in pfalms jg The P R E F A C E. pfalms and hymns and fpiritual fongs, fmging with grace in your hearcs to the Lord. And if this fmall performance Jhall by the divine hlejjing any way contribute to the flrength of thofe pious affe^wns which devout fouls bear to the blejfedjeftis \ it will be the fatisfaBion and joy of him who efieems it the highefi honour in the world to be a fervant and friend to the heavenly bridegroom ; and heartily Eph, 6. wifhes Grace niay be with all them that 24* love our Lord Jelus Chrifl: in fiocerity* Amen. J. s. T O 17 T O Mr. Joseph Stennett- On his excellcat Verfion of the Book of Canticles. E T untund fouls poetic flights defpife^ Who to the heights of verfe could ne- ver rife ; Infenfible to all the charms of ivit^ And lofty fenfe^ inflowing numbers writ : Whilfl I (unfkiird to imitate) admire The Hebrew fong of fongs tun d to an 'Englifh lyre, Sublime the theme ! this facred poem treats Of love divine^ with all its charming Jweets^ Under a kings and fhepherd's name concealed: The love of Chrifl is to his church reveal' d: ; Hcy tho the f over eign Lord^ God over all ; Blefled for ever, condefcends to call I His churchy collected from the wretched race I Of finful Adam (when adorn d with grace) S Vol. IV. C His I 8 To Mr. S T E N N E T T, &c. His royal bride ; a7id as a bridegroom loves. With J'oft endearments all her pajfions moves. Her mighty joysjloe does in tranfport tell. As on the JiibjeB JJ:e could ever dwell But ah ! too foon forgetful of her blifs. She grows fecure\ aJid then fhe grows remifs, T'ill her provoked yet conjlant lord withdraws, And gives her ti?ne to mourn her fault and lofs, T'hencares and fears poffefs her troubled foul. And anxious doubts within her bofom rolL No eafe^ ?20 quiet can the fair one find. Till his return refiores her peaceful mind. Ty infpired poet thus in myjlic lays, The church's duty fings, her Saviour s praife. The prince and preacher both in one combine. And with firongreafon courtly language join,. To beautify afubjedtfo divine. But all thefe beauties were to us obfcurd By dijtant time and place (yet jufifecurd Of the truefenfe in rough unpolifdd profe) Till you (preacher and poet too) arofe To form the heights of f acred poetry. And boldly fet the fmiling captive free, Tho in an Englip, yet a charming drefs : Great the attempt^ and equal the fuccefs ! Jof. Collet CHAPa ^9 CHAR L Solomons Song of Songs. PART L ^he Bride. Let him feal his lips on mine. His kifles breathe a love di- vine : No juice the generous Vine can bear, May with thy Aveeter love compare. 3 The precious ointments on thee fhed. Around their liberal odors fpread. And with their odors fpread thy fame. Sweet, as rich oils diffused, thy name. Thy name the virgins hearts infpires With facred love and pure defires. 4 Draw me by thy almighty charms ; Well run, we'll fly into thy arms. Me, happy me ! the king of kings Into his bridal chambers brings ! C 2 Joy 2 Solomons fong of fongs. Joy fits upon our hearts and tongues ; Joy tunes our thoughts, and tunes our lb ngs. We'll think upon this love of thine, More than full bowls of fparklingWine: For every foul that's good and juft. Loves thee, dear Lord, and love thee muft. PART IL 5 O daughters of Jerufalem, (Fair offspring of a noble ftem) Tho, I confefs, my skin is brown. My comely features you muft own : I'm black as tents of Kedar are; As Solomon's curtains bright and fair. 6 O do not with cenforious eyes Survey my face, and then defpife : The fun has view'd me many days, And fcorch'd my beauty with his rays. My mother's fons againft me fir'd "With an uncomely rage, confpir'd To make me keep and drefs their Vines, Thro winter-ftorms and fummer-fhines; While that lov*d vineyard of my ow^n With weeds and thorns is all o'ergrown. 7 Dear objedl of my foul's defire ! O tell me whither doft retire With thy lov'd flock, thy joy and care ? Where doft thou feed 'em ? tell me where. Where giv'ft 'em foft repofe at noon ? For why fliould I, as feme have doi.e. To other paftures turn afide. Where thy companions flocks abide ? "The Solomon s fong of fongs. 2 1 T!he Bridegroom. 8 Fair one, who haft more charms ingroft Than all thy fex befide can boaft ! I'll be thy guide, if thou wouldft know How to my fields and folds to go. The footfteps of my flock you fee : Follow them, as they follow me : Befide thofe fliepherds tents repair ; There feed thy kids, and fold 'em there. PART III. 9 Thy fteps and port fo graceful are, Thee, O my love, I may compare To a fair {(tx. of goodly fteeds Of that fam'd race which Egypt breeds. To Pharaoh's pompous chariot ty'd. When he in folemn flate does ride. 10 Thy cheeks with rows of jewels {hine; (Jewels become fuch cheeks as thine) And chains of gold, fit to be worn On royal necks, do thine adorn. 1 1 We'll golden borders for thy fake, Pouder'd with ftuds of filver, make. T^he Bride. 12 While the glad king at table fits Among his welcome favourites, My fpikenard ihall the board perfume, And breathe its fweets all round the room. 13 A heap of myrrh, for fragrancy. Is my beloved Lord to me : C 3 Him 2 2 Solomons Jong of fottgs. Him in my arms I will embrace. My bofom make his refting place. 14 My deareft love appears to me A clufter from the camphire-tree, Whofe odorous gum in drops diftill'd, Engedi's fertile vineyards yield. ^he Bridegroom. 15 How fair, my love, how wondrous fair Art thou, beyond what others are ! Thy eyes, that flame with fpotlefs loves, Are chafl and bright, like thofe of doves. The Bride. 16 How fair art thou ! my only dear. How amiable doft thou appear ! Come let us here fecurely reft, Our Bed with pleafant greens is dreft j 17 And all we have delightful feems : Ourhoufe is built with cedar beams j The galleries, contrived 10 be For fpacious walks, with brutine-tree. CHAP. 11. PART I. The Bridegroom. Am the rofe of Sharon's field, _^ The lilly that the vallies yield ; Which paint the fields with white and red, And far and near their odors fpread. 2 Juft I Solomons fong of fongs. 25 2 Juft as the lilly, which adorns The vale befet around with thorns ; So bright my love appears among The brightefl of the virgin-throng. The Bride. £ Juft as a tree with apples crown'd, Amidft wild {hrubs encompafs'd round ; So fair my dear appears among The faireft of the youthful throng. To his cool fhade I did retire, There fat me down with great defire To pluck his fruit, which gave delight Both to my tafte, and to my fight. 4 He led me to the joyful place. Which fplendid banquets us'd to grace : To entertain me there, he fpread Love's conquering banner o'er my head. 5 O chear this fainting heart of mine With goblets crown'd with gen'rous wine ! Treat me with apples 3 thefe will prove A cordial, now I'm fick of love. 6 May his left hand my head uphold. May his right arm me round enfold. T^he Bridegroom. 7 O Daughters of Jerufalem, (Fair offspring of a noble ftem) Since here my love now refts fecure, I with a folemn charge adjure You, by the nimble roes and fawns, That run and fkip along the lawns ; C 4 Permit 24 Solomon s fong of fongs. Permit her foft repofe to take. And no indecent clamour make; Nor jog her as Ihe fliimb'ring Hes, Till ihe hcrfelf is pleas'd to rife. PART II. Tbe Bride. 8 I hear the voice of him I love ; And now I fee him fwiftly move : OVr haughty mountains how he trips ! O'er hills and rocks how faft he fkips ! 9 My love is like a roe or fawn, That runs and leaps along the lawn : Now by the v*'all he ftands I fee. Now thro the window looks at me : His face now thro the lattice fhows. His beautys all their charms difclofe. 10 Nor ilands my deareft filent there ; His voice, his charming voice I hear: " Rife, rife, my love, make no delay, " Rife, my fair one, and come away ; 1 1 " For fee the frozen winter's gone, The rains abate, the fpring comes on ; On the earth's bofom flowers arife, *' To pleafethe fcent, and pleafe the eyes: The birds begin to chirp and fing, To welcome the returning fpring : The turtle in our plains we hear " Proclaiming the reviving year : " The fig-tree her green fruit difclofes, " And to the warmer air expofes : " The cc cc Solomons fong of fongs. 25 ** The fruitful vine begins to bloom, '' Her tender buds the air perfume. " Rife, rife, my love, make no delay ; " Rife, my fair one, and come av^^ay. PART III. 14 " My dove, who in a rock doft hide, *' And in the fecret cliffs relide, *' O let thy face to me appear ! " Nor let me fail thy voice to hear ! " That melting voice of thine is fweet; " And in thy face all graces meet. 15 '' The foxes, thofe young foxes take, " Which in our vineyards ravage make : " Strive to defeat their ill defigns ; " For tender grapes adorn our vines. 16 My love is mine, and I am his. His pafture 'mong the lillies is. 17 Until the welcome dawn of day. When gloomy fliadows fly av/ay. Turn, my beloved, turn again. Nor let me call and beg in vain : Be like a roe or nimble fawn. That runs and fkips along the lawn ; Such as the hills of Bether breed. Such as the hills of Bether feed. CHAP. 26 Solomons fong of fongs. CHAR III. PART I. 1 ''TT^Was dark, as on my bed I lay, 1 My dreams and flumbers fled away ; Waking I mifs'd my foul's delight, I mifs'd him in the fhades of night : I caird aloud, and call'd again j I fought him, but I fought in vain. 2 I'll rife, faid I, and fearch the town, View every corner up and down ; Search every lane, and every ftreet, Till I my foul's delight can meet. For him I afk'd, and afk'd again : I fought him, but I fought in vain. 3 I found not him, but I was found By them that walk the city round, The watch that guard the walls by night ; Saw ye, faid I, my foul's delight ? 4 From thefe not many fteps I paft, And found my foul's delight at laft : Faft in my arms my dear I caught, And to my mother's lodgings brought. Into the joyful chamber, where I drew at firft my vital air. The Bridegroom. 5 O daughters of Jerufalem, (Fair offspring of a noble ftem) Since Solomon s Jong of fangs. %y Since here my love now refts fecure, I with a folemn charge adjure You, by the nimble roes and fawns. That run and fkip along the lawns ; Permit her foft repofe to take, And no indecent clamour make, Nor jog her as fhe flumbering lies, Till ihe herfelf is pleas'd to rife. PART II. ^he Friends of the bridegroom, 6 Who's this that from the defart comes, Exfpiring aromatick gums. Sweet as the altar's fumes, that rife In pillars to propitious fkies ? Such facred odors flow from her, Perfum'd with frankincenfe and myrrh ; And all rich pouders of the ftore The merchant brings from th' eaflern fhore. 7 Behold great Solomon's bed of ftate. Where threefcore mighty champions wait: All other champions thefe excel, That head the tribes of Ifrael ; 8 All vers'd in arms, know how to wield The warlike fword, and warlike fliield ; Each on his thigh his weapon bears. To guard the court from nightly fears. 9 The chariot of king Solomon Was made of wood from Lebanon : lo The 2 8 Solomons fong of fongs. 10 The pillars filver finely wrought, The bottom gold from Ophir brought, With Tynan purple lin'd above, The middle pav'd with myilick love For th' daughters of Jerufalem, (The offspring of a noble flem.) 1 1 Come, S ion's daughters, bright and fair, Like that bleft flock that did you bear ; See how king So^-^mon appears. How bright the diadem he wears ! Crown'd by his mother's royal hand. This fmiling day the nuptial band Him to his lovely bride has join'd. And tides of joy o'erflow his mind. CHAP IV. PART I. ^he Bridegroom. HOw fair,my love, how wondrous fair Art thou beyond what others are ! Thy eyes that flame with fpotlefs loves. Are chafl and bright like thofe of doves. They fhine beneath thy curling locks. Which feem like goats in num'rous flocks, That on mount Gilead's brow appear. Climbing to find fweet paflure there. Within thy lovely mouth there grows A fet of teeth in even rows, Like flocks of fheep of equal fize, Juft as they from the water rife, And Solomons Jong of Jongs. And to be {horn from wafhing come. Bearing their fnowy fleeces home ; Or Uke the pretty twins they bear. When none of 'em abortive are. 3 Thy Hps, that wear a Hvely red. Are hke a fcarlet-colour'd thread : When with thy fweeteft voice they move, Their graces ftill more charming prove. Thy temples, fhaded with thy hair. And cheeks, Hke cut pomegranates are; As thofe abound with purple veins, In thefe a blufliing tincture reigns. 4 Such majefly and beauty fhine In that illuflrious neck of thine; Like David's tower it feems to be. Built for a royal armory : Thy necklace, ftrung with glittering gems. Like thoufand {hining bucklers feems. All fhields by mighty captains born, Which that bright lower around adorn. 5 Thy breafts, which equal beauties fhare. Are like two fawns, an equal pair, The lovely twins o'th' fruitful roe, Feeding where fnow-white lillies grow. 6 Until the welcome dawn of day. When gloomy fhadows Py away, To th' mount of my rh I'll ^ei me hence, And to the hill of frankmcenie. PART II. 7 All beauties ' eign, rrylove, in thee: From every biemifh mou art free. 8 From '>o Solomon s Jong of Jongs. 8 From Lebanon come with me, my bride ; From Leb'non come with me, thy guide. From high Amana take thy view. From Shenir's top, andHermon's too; From dens where Hons do refide. From hills where favage leopards hide. 9 My fifter and my lovely bride, (To me by many ties ally'd) My heart is ravifh'd with thy charms ; My heart is conquered by thy arms. One glance of love {hot from thy eye Has won the eafy vidtory : One chain, wherewith thy neck's ar- ray'd. Has me a willing captive made. ID My fifter and my lovely bride, (To me by many ties ally'd) How pleafant is this love of thine ! How much more fweet than generous wine ! How much thy precious oils in fmell The beft of fpices all excel! 1 1 Thy lips, my fpoufe, that move with fkill. Drops like the hony-comb diftil. Hony and milk^s beneath thy tongue. Which feeds the weak as well as ftrong. Thy garments with rich fcents abound, Such as in Lebanon are found. PART IIL 12 My fifter and my lovely bride, (To me by many ties ally'd) Is Solomons fang of fongs. 31 Is like a garden round inclos*d, Nor, as the common field, exposed: A fpring fhut up, a fountain feal'd. And ne'er to vulgar eyes reveal'd. 13 Thy plants, all fet in decent rows, A fruitful paradife compofe : There trees, with fair pomegranates crown'd, And all delicious fruits abound : There camphire drops, and fpikenard grows, 14 With fpikenard fragrant faffron blows : Sweet cane, and cinnamon are there. With aloes, frankincenfe, and myrrh : And all choice fpices there are found. Which fill the air with odors round. 15 From thee the gardens all derive The ftreams that keep their plants alive; From thee their fpring and facred well, Whofe living waters all excel : From Lebanon thefe waters flow. And blefs with fruit the vale below. 16 Awake, O north- wind, andatlaft Give thou, O fouth, a warmer blaft ; Upon my garden kindly blow, That all fweet fpices there may flow. The Bride. To's garden let my love repair, Pluck his rare fruits, and eat 'em there. CHAP, J 2 Solomon s fong of fongs. CHAR V. PART I. I'he Bridegroom. 1 \ yf Y fifter and my lovely bride, \yY, O^^ ^^ '^y ^'^^y ties ally'd) rm come into my garden, where I pleafe myfelf in gathering myrrh, In gathering every fpice, and gum : I eat my Hony from the comb ; My wine and milk go fweetly down, With plenty thefe my table crown. Come eat with me, my welcome friends, Eat of the gifts heaven kindly fends; Drink, as our joys and wines abound ; Drink, dear companions, freely round. PART II. "The Bride. 2 I laid me down my reft to take j I flept, yet was my heart awake : A voice falutes my waking ear, One knocking at the door I hear. My love, it feems, was pleas'd to wait, Calling and knocking at the gate : " My lifter, loud he cry'd, my love, " My fair, my chaft, myfpotlefs dove; " Be kind, as I to you have been, *' Unlock the door, and let me in : *' With cc Solomon s fong of fnngs. ^ V With trickling dew my head Is filled, My locks with drops by night diftill'd. 3 My garments I have laid afide. How fhall I drefs me ? I reply*d : I've lately wafh'd my feet, and how. My dear, fhall I defile 'em now ? 4 Unkindly thus I let him ftand. Till thro' the door he thruft his hand; At lafl: my heart began to move With all the tender thoughts of love. 5 I rofe : ah that I rofe fo late ! I had no fooner touched the gate, My hands with drops of my rrh were filFd, My fingers fweeteft myrrh diftill'd -y The handles of the lock I found With dropping myrrh perfumed around. 6 I opened to my love the door, that I'ad opened it before ! For now alas ! my love was gone, Was gone ! and I left all alone! My foul was ready to expire With fear, with forrow, with defire. When his kind words I call'd to mind, 1 thought how I had been unkind ! I fought him, but I fought in vain ; I caird, but could no anfwer gain. y I found not him j but I was found By guards that walk the city round : Thefe treated me with wounds and blows. And aggravated all my woes : - The watch that guard the walls by night. E'en took away my veil in fpight. Vol. IV. D . 8 O ^4 Solomons fong of Jongs. 8 O daughters of Jerufalem, (Fair oftspring of a noble ftem) You I moft folemnly adjure. Whene'er you find my love, be fure With my complaints his pity move. And tell him I am fick of love. PART TIL T'he Daughters of Jerufakm. 9 O thou, who haft more charms ingroft, Than all our fex befide can boaft ! What charms in thy beloved dwell> To make him other loves excel ! Defcribe his beauties, let us know. Fair one, why thou adjur'ft us fo ? I'he Bride. 10 In my love's cheeks, pure white and red In juft degrees their mixture fpread. Under his ftandard marfhal'd are Ten thoufand youths, but none fo fair. 1 1 His head with fineft gold is crown d. The gold of Fez fo much renown'd : His hair in decent curls appears. Black as the plumes the raven wears. 12 His eyes, that flame with fpotlefs loves, Are pure and bright like thofe of doves, When in clear ftreams their heads they wet ; They're wafh'd in milk, and fitly fet. 13 His cheeks a bed of fpices are. Or flowers, as fweet as they are fain His^ Solomons Jong of fongs. | j His lips with balmy myrrh do flow; Within *em fnowy lillies grow. 14 His hands difplay their lovely white. Decked with gold rings and chryfolite. His breaft of polifh'd ivory made. And all with fapphirs overlaid. 15 His legs like marble pillars fhow. In golden fockets fixt below. His prefence bears a noble air. As Lebanon and its cedars fair. 16 But O howfweet his mouth doth prove ! He's all made up of charms and love ! O daughters of Jerufalem, (Fair offspring of a noble ftem) This is my deareft ! this is he Who loves, and is belov'd of me ! CHAP. VI. PART I. ^he Daughters of Jerufalem. OThou, who haft more charms in- groft, Than all our fex befide can boaft ! Whither is thy beloved gone ? Tell, whither is thy love withdrawn ? Which way he turned let us but know. Well all to feek him with thee go. D 2 "thi J 6 Solomon's fong of Jongs. The Bride. 2 To's garden he's gone to retire. Where beds of fpice their fweets expire. To's gardens, where he feeds, and where He gathers UUies fweet and fair. 3 My love is mine, and I am his; His pafture mong the HUies is. ^he Bridegroom. 4 As Tirzah fair, my love, you feem. And comely as Jerujalem. Among thy milder graces now An awful dread reigns on thy brow ; Like armies that for war. prepare. And to the field their enfigns bear. ' 5 O turn from me thofe conquering eyes, Whofe powerful charms my heart fur- prize ! Thy hair, all curl'd in curious locks. Seem like thofe goats in numerous flocks, That on mount G Head's brow appear. Climbing to find fweet pafture there. 6 Within thy lovely mouth there grows A fet of teeth in even rows y Like flocks of fheep of equal fize, Juft as they from the waters rife. And to be (horn from wafhing come. Bearing their fnowy fleeces home ; Or like the pretty twins they bear. When none of them abortive are. 7 Thy temples fhaded with thy hair. And cheeks, like cut pomegranates are: As Solomon 5 fong of fongs. 17 As thofe abound with purple- veins. In thefe a bluihing tindiure reigns. PART II. 8 Not all the train of threefcore queens, And fourfcore beauteous concubines, Innumerable virgins too, May e'er compare, my love, with you. 9 My only dove, my fpotlefs one Tranfcends *em all herfelf alone ; The only one her mother bare, Her mother's tender joy and care. The virgins faw her, and confeft None with fuch beauty e'er was bleft : The queens and concubines admir'd, And in her praifes all confpir'd. The Daughters of Jeriifalem. 10 Who's this fo cheerful and fo bright, Gay as the rifing morning light ? Ne'er did the moon fo fair appear ; Nor is the fun more bright and clear. Among her milder graces now An awful dread reigns on her brow j Like armies that for war prepare, , And to the field their enfigns bear. PA.RT III. The Bridegroom. I To the nut-garden I went down. To fee what fruits the valley crown; D ^ To ^8 Solomons fong of fongs. To fee how well the vines were grown, How the pomegranate-trees were blown. 12 Surpriz'd I know not how, I find Fervent defires tranfport my mind ; And raptures wing my wondrous foul. That nothing can my fpeed controul ; So volunteers in chariots fly, Refolv'd to overcome or die. Return, return, O Shulamite, Thy prefence will rejoice our fight: 13 Return, return, what fliall we fee, O fairell Shulamite, in thee ? In thee bright pomp and terror fhine. As when two fhouting armies join. CHAR VII. PART L IN thee, O Prince's daughter, meet, Numberlefs charms from head to feet ! Thofe feet become the {hoes they wear. Become the lovely weiG;ht rhev bear; Two beruteous pillars they fuftain, Whofe joints the fineft work contain ; Like precious gems, more precious ftill V'^pcn cue and fet with wondrous ikill, '1 h^' navel's like a goblet round. Which does witli vital juice abound : Thy Solomons fong of fongs. 50 Thy belly promifes a race, Heirs to thy honour, and thy grace. 'Tis like a heap oi wheat, when crown'd With fnowy lillies all around. 3 Thy breafts, which equal beauties fhare, Are like two fawns, an equal pair. The lovely twins o'th' fruitful roe. 4 Above thefe hills of driven fnow Stand that fair neck, which feems to be A tower of polifli'd ivory. Thofe eyes, thofe fparkling eyes of thine, Like the clear pools in Hefibo?!, fliine Juft by Bath-rabbim-gate. Thy nofe Methinks like fome fair turret ihows. Like [that of Leb'non, which defcries The plain where great Damafcus lies, 5 Thy head's with many graces bleft, (Thy head, whofe beauty crowns the reft) It looks like Carmers fields, and bears A lovely fleece of purple hairs. By thefe dear chains the king is bound. When in the galleries he's found. PART II. ^' 6 Thou lov'd, and lovely one ; how fair, How charming all thy features are! How they infpire refin'd delight ! 7 Thy ftature's like the palm upright : Thy breafts like clufters of the vine, When ripe, and full of generous wine, 8 Theftately palm I'll climb, faid I, ril reach its fruitful boughs on high ; D 4 Thy ^o Solomons Jong of fongs. Thy breafts, like clufters of the vine, Shall now abound with generous wine. Thynoftrils breathe a fragrant air, Like apple?, fweet as they are fair. 9 Thy mouth, the feat of eloquence. Shews the right gufl of truth and fenfe ; Like fparkling wine, that brifkly moves. Such as my deareft love approves ; Which can infpire the dull, and rouze The filent lips of them that drouze. The Bride. 10 I am my love's, I am his own; And his defire's to me alone. 1 1 Come, my beloved, let's repair To th' open fields, and take the air ; Into the country we'll retreat. And there a quiet lodging get : 12 We'll rife up with the dawning day. And thro' the fmiling vineyards ftray ; See if the vine begins to fhoot. And promifes good ftore of fruit ; See if her tender grapes fhe {hows ; See how the fair pomegranate blows. There will I give my loves to thee. J 3 The mandrakes breathe their fragrancy : Our gates with choiceft fruits abound. Fruits new and old with us are found. This ftore, my love, I did provide For thee, who haft my heart befide. CHAR Solomons fong of fongs. 41 CHAR VIIL PART I. 1 /^^Howlwifh, that thou, my love, \^ Wouldft to me as a brother prove! Fed by thofe breafts, born on that knee, Which fuckled and fupported me. With how much joy I (hould thee meet, Or in the field, or in the ftreet ! There Fd embrace thee, there I'd kifs ; Nor fliould I be defpis'd for this. 2 How gladly would I lead thee home ! Whither thou wouldft as gladly come. To my dear mother^s pleafant feat, Where thou fhouldft many welcomes meet. Thy kind inftrudllons all fhould find A liftening ear, and pliant mind : Wine mix'd with fpices I'd prepare, And thou fhouldft freely drink it there. The fruit of my pomegranate-tree Should yield its grateful juice to thee. 3 His left hand (hould my head uphold, His right arm fhould me round enfold. T'he Bridegroom. 4 O daughters of Jerufalem, (Fair offspring of a noble ftem) Since here my love now refts fecure. You I moft folemnly adjure , Permit ^1 Solomons fong of fongs. Permit her foft repofc to take. And no indecent clamour make 5 Nor jog her as ihe flumbring Hes, Till file herfelf is pleas'd to rife. PART 11. T'he Daughters of Jeriifalem, 5 Who's this that from the defart moves, Leaning upon the arm flie loves ? T['he Bridegroom. At firft, my love, I rais'd up thee Under the fruitful apple-tree^ There many a pang, and many a throw Did thy fair mother undergo ; But after many pangs and throws, ' Did her bleft fruit at laft difclofe. . ^he Bride. 6 O let my name be deep impreft. Like a fair fignet, on thy breaft ! Engrave it on thy arm, and wear The precious feal for ever there : For there's fo great a power in love, Not death itfelf fo ftrong can prove j The king of terrors in his pride By fiercer jealoufy's outvy'd : Thofe darts fhine with celeftial fire, Thofe darts a love divine infpire, 7 A love whofe flame can never be Extinguifli'd by th' o'erflowing fea : The Solomons fong of Jongs. 45 The fwelling floods in vain confpire To quench fo pure and bright a fire. He whofe large ftores do moft abound. Too poor to purchafe love is found ; His offers would fuccefslefs prove, Should he give all his wealth for love ; Love at fo high a rate is priz'd, His treafures would be all defpis'd. PART III. T'be Bridegroom. 8 A little fifl:er, fair and young, Does to our family belong: Her brealts appear not yet, 'tis true ; What fhall we for our fifter do, When fhe begins to get a name. When growing beauties fpread her fame ? 9 If, by the firmnefs of her mind. She feems a wall, for ftrength defign'd ; A palace on that wall we'll found, Glittering with filver all around : If like a gate, built to defend From foes, and to admit a friend ; With cedar boards we'll fence her well. Of lafting ftrength and fragrant fmell. T'he Bride. 10 Such is the firmnefs of my mind, I am a wall for ftrength defiga'd; My breafta are grown, and now appear Like two fair towers built for my dear. When thus I fpake, his fmiles I gain'd. With them his very heart obtained. PART 44 Solomons fong of fongs. PART IV. 1 1 King Solomon a field pofleft, Baal-hamon field with plenty bled : With vines of nobleft kind 'twas fet This v'neyard he to keepers let ; Thefe tor the fruit agreed to bring A thou{cind fliekels to the king. 12 That fertile vineyard I poffefs, I always keep, and fence, and drefs : A thouiand filver (hekels are, O Solomon, thy rightful ihare ; And thofe two hundred which remain, To them that keep the fruit pertain. T'he Bridegroom. 13 O thou who dwelft in gardens fair. And art the faireft flower there 1 Thy voice our glad companions hear. Which melts the heart, and charms the ear. Give me the fame delight, my dear j Thy fweeteft voice O let me hear. T'he Bride. 14 Hafte, my beloved, hafte away, Nor let me vainly beg and pray: Flee like a roe or nimble fawn. That runs and fkips along the lawn ; Such as the fpicy mountains breed, Such as the fpicy mountains feed. PSALM 45 PSALM XLV. To the chief mufician upon Shofliannim, for the fons of Korah, Mafchil : jifong of loves. PART I. Verfe^ 1 a^^^^Y heart a noble theme in- dites : What I compofe concerns _ ^ the king : IVi) Lungue the fwifteft pen that writes Outvies, while I attempt to ling. 2 None among all the human race Like thee for lovelinefs appears : Thy lips, bedew'd with heavenly grace, Ravifli each wondring foul that hears. For 4 exhorts the fcattefd chriftians of the twelve tribes to whom he writes^ to exprefs their Joy on aUoccafions by finging pfalms of praife to God, Now what is to be collected from alt thefe examples^ precepts^ and regulations of this pra^ice^ but that Jingiitg the pra'ifes of God is a part of divine wor- /hip in the chriftian church ? And certain- ly any one would make this cone lufion from ' reading thefe paffages^ who had never heard of any controverf^ about it. It is indeed poffible to raife objections againft any thing. Grammatical critic ifms may be pretended^ and a forced conftrtiction may be put on the plaineft words : but if *^ Eppjef. ^. 19, 20. Speak- ing to yourfelves in pfalms, and hymns, and fpiritual fongs ; finging and making melody in youv hearts to the Lord; giving thanks always for all things to God and the father, m the name of the Lord Jefus Chrift. * Colof ^. 16, 17. Let the word of" God dwell in vou richly in all wifdom; teaching and admonifhing one an- other in pfalms, and hymns, and fpiritual fongs -, finging with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatfoever ye do in word or in deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jefus, giving thanks to God and the father by him. ^ ^ames 5. 13. Is any a- mong you afflifted? let him pray : is any merry \ let him fing pfalms* the The P R E F A C E. ^i the fame rules be allowed for the inter- pretation of fcriptnre in geiieral^ as mnft be made itfe of to evade the force of the texts I have mentioned:, the plaineji pre- ceps may be rendered doubtful, and the cleareji docirines overthrown. However^ fince there are fome who fill remain un- convinced of this duty. If? a II endeavour^ without fating them particularly, to ob- viate all their obje [lions ^ and confirm the truth ^ by foewing^ 1. That the finging mentioned in the fe- ver al recited texts is proper. 2. That it was prattijed as a part of divine worfoip. 3. That it was performed by joint Voices. I. That the fmging mentioned in the feveral recited texts, mnfl be under flood in a proper^ and not a metaphorical fenfe. To this there can no objection be made^ but from fome pretended criticifm on the original: for every one that mi- derftands Englif.)^ knows that ro fing is to exprefs words with a tuneable voice^ according to the rules of mufick ; as proper fpeaking is to exprefs words ac- cording to the rules of grammar ': both be- ing to be performed by imitation and fraSlice, without an acquaintance with the 52 The PREFACE. the theory of either ; for they are equally natural, the both reducible to artificial rules. Singing in Engltfh is taken in no other fenfe ; nor can any bare Englijh reader doubt whether this be the mean- tng. As to the original : the zvordmade ufe of hy the ^ evangclijis is derived from a verb, whofe primary fignification is to fing an hymn or fong of praife. Sometimes indeed it is taken abfolutely to praife, without determining the man- ner. But this is a certain rule in the interpretation of all writings ; to take words in their firfi and moji proper fig- ni fie at ion, unlefs fome good reafon be ajfigned why that fenfe cannot be ad^ mitted in the place in que f ion. Now in the injiances und^r confideration no fitch reafon can be -produced ; and there- fore it ought to be rendered^ as in our tranfiation, they fung an hymn or fong of praife. In the epifile to the ^ Corinthians^ and that of ^ St. Jafnes, the word ufed in the original fignfies properly to ftng. It is alf) fome times ufed for fin gin g to or play- ing on a mufical infirnment ; but when ^ Mat. 16. 50 ^Ty.Vi,ov,/jif- Mark 14. 30. 'T[xvnau.i^i^. Mis i^. 1$. "Tt^Lvay. g I Cer. 14. !<,. "^dKco irJ ^ James 5. 13. 'Jtty^y^tt applied The PREFACE. ^3 applied to the voice, is never taken m any other fenfe than that of Jiriaiy fing- ing. In the efi[ile to the ' Coloffians <-jve fnd another word which alfo Jignifies properly to Jingy kit is fome times it Jed to expre/s the writing a poem or copy of verfes\ which is a fenfe of the word that I fuppofe no body will contend for in this place, and befides which no other ' fenfe can be put on the word^ but that of proper flnging* In the epijile to the ^ Ephefians both the words laft mentioned are made ttCe of So that had St, Taul ever fo much defigned to fpeak of proper finging, it was impffible for him by words to have expreffed himfelf more clearly and deter ^ minately. Ml this, I thinks amounts to a full proof that our tranflation is in this mat^ ter every where juft, and that proper finging is fpoken of in all the infiances given. As to the particular tunes in which the words are to be expreffed, they are left as much at liberty as the tone or different elevation and accenting the voice in fpeaking. T>ecency is the only limitation : and as the tone of the voice ought not to be wanton and ludicrous^ fo neither Jhould the mufical tunes be light and 6^ The PREFACE. airy : both ought in divine worjhip to be grave and folemn, becoming our addrejfes to God. 2. That this Jinging mentioned in the fever al recited texts was performed and enjoined as apart of divine worfhip. The euchariflical hymn performed by our Lord and his apojiles, is acknowledged^ even by thofe who deny that it was fung^ to have been an a5i of praife and thankf giving to God. For it is agreed on all Jides^ that hymning is praij?ng, whether by fong or without ; aiid to be fure God was the object with whom they were then converfant. In the inflance of T^aul and Silas the words are exprefs^ they fung praifes unto God To the Ephejians the apoftle thus ex- preffes it : (peaking to yourfelves in pfaJms and hymns, and fpiritual fongs ; finging and making melody in your hearts to the Lord ; giving thanks always for all things unto God and the father, in the name of our Lord Jcfus Chrift. ^r/d to the ColoJJians he fays^ in almofi the fame words : let the word of God dwell in you richly in all wifdom, teaching and admonifliing one another in pfalms and hymns, and ([^iritual fongs ; finging with grace in your hearts to the Lord : and whatfoever you do in word or deed, do all 1 The P R E F A C E. g^ all in the name of the Lord Jefus, giving thanks to God and the father by him. In both which places we may obferve the a£iion, giving thanks or prat fe ; the ob- je^y God, thro' the mediator ; and the external mode ^ finging. The apo file ^ames has it, is any among ^^w. 5. you affliAed, let him pray ? is any met- ^^^ ry, let him fing pfalms ? Which amounts to thus much : that as prayer is a pro- per manner of exprejjing our wants and griefs to God, fo is Jingtng a proper way of exprejjing our joy and gratitude. And indeed mufick and poetry are both pro- per to exprefs and move the pajjions. They heighten and improve the affections of love and joy, whilft they gently calm the uneafy fen fat tons of grief and forrow. Thus we find the royal pfalmifi finging one while lofty hymns of prat fe, anon a mou rnful penitential fong, and again fer- vent prayers and fttpplications for need-- ful bleffmgs. So that nothing which is fit to be addreffed to God^ can be unfit to be fung before him. What St. "Paulfays of this matter to the Corinthians ; I will fing with the i Cor, 14, Ipirit, and I will fing with underftanding '5* alfb ; plainly appears to be fpoken of the publick worfhip in the churchy being joined with prayer : which had fuffered the fame abufe withfingingy from the va* Vol. IV, F 7iity ^6 The P R E F A C E. 7iity and afe station offome in the churchy who had received the gift of tongues^ and prided themf elves in f peaking before the people in an unknown language ; whereas they ought both to pray and to Jing the praifes of God in fuch a tongue, as that all prefent might underfiand, and join in the fame a^ of worfhtp with a fincere devotion and a due knowledge. Now from what has been faid under this head it appears, that in all the re- cited places fin gin g is fpoken of as being performed to God as the immediate ob* je6i : which is all that is necejfary to confiitute any aEiion religious, or a part of divine worjhip, 3 . / now come to fhew that finging the praifes of God was performed by the con^ joint voices of fever al perfons together. It is faid of our Lord and his difciples^ by both Matthew and Mark, that they lung an hymn {in the plural nnmber'\ whereas Chriji^s blejfmg the bread, and giving thanks when he took the cup, are both expreffed \jn the fingular nnwber'\ as performed by Chrifi fpeaktng fingly, and the reft joining mentally only, yind that they did fo join with Chrift in that action ^ I fuppofe no body doubts ; thn it be faid^ he gave thanks and he blefTed, that is^ he in the name of them all, and on their behalf as well as for hin'filf fbler y The PREFACE. folemnly pronounced their joint fnppUca- tions and thafikfgivings to God. But here the phrafe is altered^ and the cvan^ gelijls tell us, that rhey fung an hymn ; that isy with joint voices^ as well as with united hearts. Which as it is the plain and obvious meaning of the expref- fion, fo there can no other reajcn be af^ Jlgned for the variation of the phrafe. St. Luke tells us, that the prisoners heard Taul and Silas both performing their joint devotions to God. I fuppofe no body imagines they pronounced their prayers together. It muft therefore be the praifes which they fung jointly^ and that with a voice fo raifed, as that their fellow pr i finer s heard them. There is another pajfage in the hifory of the A6is^ 'which ^ I thinks if duly con- fidered, is to this purpofe. In the /i^th chapter the 2^th verfe it is faid, that they [/. e. the apojiles that were then at Jerufalem^ and the believers that con* forted with them, being ajfembled toge- ther^ lift up their voice to God with one accord, and faid, ®f . From the context it appears y that the worjhip then offered was a folemn thankfgiving (tho concluded with a petition) and that on d very emi- nent occafony the deliverance of Teter and John from the rage of the Sanhedrim^ by whom^ after examination.^ they were F 2 difmijfed 6j 68 The P RE FACE. difmijfed without pmifhment, and this m accomplijlnnent of T)avid's prophecy^ 'Pfizlm 2.1. Now the matter being fraife and thankf^iving^ and that exfrejjed with united voice as well as hearty I fee no room to doubt but that it was per* formed as an hymn or facred fong : UU' lefs it jhould be thought that they pro- iiounceda bare oration with united voices ; which is a fenfe I believe none ever yet contended fur. We no where read of a prayer being pronounced by joint voices^ but of praifes being fung by joifit voices I have already given infances. And the action here being folemn praife offered up by joint voices, tho it be not faid they lung, yet it is more than probable that they did Jing ; for tho all faying {which is the word life d) be not finging, yet to be fure all finging is faying, Thefe infances, I think^ are fuffcient to prove ^ that finging by conjoined voices was pr art i fed in the chriflian church. The fum of what has been faid^ is ; that from divers texts of fcripture^ col- levied out of the new teftament, it does appear, that the praifes of God were fnng by conjoint voices in the chrifiian church, as a part of divine worjloip ; and that this duty is on feveral occa-^ Jions regulated^ injoined and recommended to the feveral churches to whom the apo- pes The P R E F A C E. files wrote their epijiles. From all this it naturally follows, that it is now the duty of all chrifiians to Jing the praifes of God, both in their public k affemblies, and in their more private religious exer- cifes. To this account from fcripture, I /hall add one foreign tejiimony^ to prove that it was the conflant practice of the pri- mitive chrifiians, in their religious af- femblies^ to fing with conjoint voices^ hymns or fongs of praife to Chrifi as God. And that is of ^liny the younger : who was governor of all Tout us, and Bithynia in Afia Minor ^ together with the city of Byzantium ; 7i0t as an ordi^ nary proconful^ but as the emperor"* s im^ mediate Untenant with extraordinary power. This great man had for Jbme time^ in obedience to his mafier^s com- mands, exercifed his authority in a vi* gorous profecutiou of the chrifiians: but finding that if he proceeded to punifio all that acknowledged themfelves chrifiians^ he mufl in a manner lay wafie his pro- vinces^ he thought it necejfary to write a letter to the emperor himfelf about this matter : wherein after having given a particular account of his procedure a* gainfl the chrifiians^ and of their obfii- nacy in perfifting to death, and of the great numbers that had embraced this F 3 new 69 70 The PREFACE. new flip er Jilt ion y as he calls it ; he re* lates what upon examination he had found to be the ftirn of the chrijiian pra£Iice. ' * ^ Thej ajjirmed. Jays he, that the whole *' fm?2 of that offence or error lay in this : ** that they were wont on a Jet day to *' meet together before fun-rifey and to ** Jing together a hymn to Chriji as a •' Gody and oblige t hem fe Ives by afacra* ment, not to commit any wickednejs^ but to abjiain from theft, robbery^ adultery^ to keep faith, and to rejlore any pledge intrttjied with them ; and after that they retired^ and met a- gain at a common meal, in which was *' nothing extraordinary or criminal^* This eptjlle was written to Trajan then emperor^ about feventy one years after the death of our blejfed Saviour, A, \D. 104. and in the feventh year of Trajan's reign. By this unquejiionable authority we fee what account the chrif- tians of that time gave of their own practice : viz. that in their religious af* * AfKrmabant autem hanc fulffe fuminam vel culpae fuse, vel crroiis J quod eflent foliti ftato die ante lu- cem convcnire, carmenque Chrifto, quad Deo, dicere fccum invicem, feque fa- cramcnto, non in fcelus ali- quod obftringere, fed ne fur- U, ne latrocinia, ne adulte- ria committerent, ne fideoi fallerent, ne depofitum ap- pellari abnegarent : quibus peradis niorem fibi difcc- dendi fuifl'e, rurfufque coe- undi ad capiendum cibum piomifcuunni tamen & in- noxium, Vl'm* tp, lib, 10. ep. 5>7. femblies The PR B FACE. ^i femblies they fttng fongs or hymns to J ejus Chrijl as God. Concerning the following compofures I Jhall only fay^ that the ftibje^s are well chofin^ and admirably adapted to the oc- cajiony proper to excite becoming affec* tions at that great feaji of love, the Lord's fupper^ injiituted in commemora* tion of that perfeB facrifice^ by which alone we are delivered from everlajiing deflruEiion^ and intitled to eternal blef- fednefs. The poetry is chafl and polite, the exprejfion clear and jufl^ in every rejpe5f becoming the noble theme : as fuch I recommend it both to the public k and private ufe of thofe devout chriftians^ whofe breajis are warmed by a heavenly fire^ and whofe fouls are tranfported with a lively fenfe of divine love^ R^ 1^ A HYMN, written by the fame hand^ ujjon bis being convinced that Si'sgiYIG is a part of divine worjhip. ;Ternal intellecflual light, jWith pure illapfe my mind infpire; 'And whilft I fing thee great and bright, Inflame my breaft with heavenly fire. Tho long miftaken, I withheld Harmonious fong divine, thy due j Yet better knowledge now inftill'd, Thy tuneful praife my voice {hall (hew. Subftantial glory, from thy throne Around diffused, illumines heaven ; With life and love fills ev'ry one, To whom thofe happy feats are giveq. Nor there confined, thy beams divine Irradiate all thy church below : Thy chofen with thy brightnefs fhine, And by their love, thy grace they fhow. To every heart, by fecret ways Conveyed, myfterious influence ! The bright effufion of thy rays. Gives knowledge, truth and innocence. When in deep trouble, and oppreft, Thy confolating light fuftains Thy drooping faints y tho fore difl:reft. Calm peace and joy fucceed their pains. So the returning fummer's fun Does with frefli vigor bright appear ; The clouds difpell'd, the winter gon, Glad plenty crowns the fmiling year. THE THE DEDICATION. 5 Thou whom angels with their hymns addrefs ! To whom all knees muft bow, all tongues confefs ! Sacred to thee, this facrifice of praife A willing hand upon thy altar lays ; Encourag'd by that goodnefs which approves A poor man's gift, tho but a pair of doves. May I have one accepting fmile from thee ; 'Tis more than all the world's applaufe to me. Happy ! if I a contrite fpirit bring, And feel my breaft warm'd with the love . I fing ; Happy ! if thefe my fongs fuccefsful prove To make one finner look on thee, and love ; To make one prodigal confefs thy charms. And fly for pardon to thy dying arms ; J To 74 ^^^ dedication. To fan their pious flame who thee adore. And make the fouls that love thee, love thee more ; Make 'em their praifes and their vows re- new, And give their all to thee, to whom all hearts are due. Lord, what a train of woes attend thy way From dark Gethfemane to Golgotha ! What gloomy terrors did confpire to roll Thro' all tl i' apartments of thy inmoft foul ! What troubles in thy lab'ring bofom met. And flow'd in tears, flow'd in a bloody Iweat ! What clouds, wich thunder charg'd, black horror fpread ! And broke with ftorms of vengeance on thy head ! This difmal night a darker morn portends: Sejz'd by thy foes, abandoned by thy friends: By one of them abjur'd, by one betray *d. And with a treacherous Kifs a pns'ner made : From one tribunal to another led, New pretexts fought thy facred blood to fhed : Charged with thofe crimes thy righteous foul abhor'd. And there condemned where thou {houldft be ador'd. Humble and meek the paftive vidim ftands, By vileft tongues blafphem'd, and ftruck by rudeft hands. A T^he dedication. 7j A prince to univerfal empire born, Scepters his hand, and crowns his headj had worn, Now holds a reed, and wears a wreath^ of thorn. The favage croud the king of glory jeers, -^ With loud reproaches wound his patient/ ears, > And mix their foaming fpittle with hisV^ tears, J And now with flow and feeble pace I try To trace thy footfteps up mount Calvary: There fee thofe hands, that made and^ fcatter'd bread, And thoufands with the growing banquet fed, Thofe hands that heal'd the lick, and raised the dead ; That oft returning finners did embrace, And for them oft implor'd forgiving grace. With pious ardor lifted up to heaven, Now pierc'd with nails, amid their finews driven : Thy facred feet the fame rude treatment know. And both in purple ftreams their torment fhow. I fee that face which angels bow'd before, Clouded with forrow, batlVd in fweat and gore : Thofe eyes that,mov'd with pity,did condole The various woes of every human foul. And 76 ^he dedication. And flam*d their luftre with their pious flreams, In fhades of death now quench their fet- ting beams. With cruel men the powers of hell below The laft efforts of aftive malice fhow, And at thy breaft their fiery arrows throw.' Thy father, who, before the world, de- creed His only fon for human kind fhou*d bleed. His hand with thunder arms, his brow with dread. To ftrike thee to the regions of the dead : My God^ my God, aloud the Saviour cries, fFby haft forfaken me? then bows his head and dies. His paffion univerfal nature moves, Except ungrateful finners whom he loves : The trembling earth her maker's fufferings feels, Her pillars ihake, her low foundation reels : The rocks are torn by his expiring groans ; The rending vale his facred priefthood owns : The fun afham'd withdraws his fickly light. And turns bright noon intofubftantial night. Afraid to view thofe ghaftly wounds agen; Nothing relentlefs but the hearts of men! Dear Lord ! I in thy crofs fuch wonders fee, Nothing befides has any charms for me ; Beneath ^he dedication. 77 Beneath thy crofs, O may I ftill refide -, View and review thy feet, thy hands, thy head, thy fide ! how thy fighs do from my heart rebound ! And all thy dying pangs my bofom wound ! Nor is it pity only makes me weep : No fingle paffion ftrikes the heart fo deep : Hatred of fin, and love of thee combine, With holy rage repenting forrows join To make thy torments intimately mine.! Since 'twas my fin for which my Saviour 'Tis juft I (hould with him be crucify'd : My fins procured the crofs, the whip, the ' fteel. Made thee unutterable tortures feel : My fins ! O that they never had been mine ! 1 hate them as my enemies and thine : My fins ! O how their horror makes me"" j ftart. While I behold their ftains, and feel their . fmart, ^ And fee 'em pierce thy limbs, and break thy heart ! j (did Aide, But fince the balm, that from thy wounds Could heal a finner dying at thy fide ; Thy fmiles could calm frail Peter's guilty j fears, And thy blood cleanfe the flain that he had ll foak'd in tears : Since thou haft borne th' unfufFerable weight Of a world's fins, both numberlefs and great; Lord, 7 8 The dedication. Lord, hear a penitent that proftrate lies. And at thy feet for pard'ning mercy cries; To be reveng'd on fin implores thy aid. Bathing with tears thy wounds, the wounds his fins have made. O let thy hands that bled, their balm"\ apply ! The (in cries loud, thy blood does louder J cry ; f Thy fmiles will make me live, thy frowns I will make me die. J But if I die, Til perifli at thy feet, And waiting at thycrofs thy fentence meet. Sure he, who dy'd for finners, won't defpife A finner's broken heart and flowing eyes. OLoRD, refolve my doubts, difpel my fears, Supprefs my fighs, and wipe away my tears ; Or while thy charms my wondring thoughts employ. Turn floods of forrow into tears of joy. 'Tis done Thy groans and cries thy loverefound, Writ with thy blood, ingrav*d in ev'ry wound : The torture of thy crofs my pain allays, Changing my mournful fighs to hymns of praife. O J E su s ! how divinely fair thou art! Thy charms have reached the center of my heart 3 Thy ^he dedication. 7p Thy graces all excite refin'd defire ; How pure the flame fed byceleftial fire! Strong are the bands that hearts in friend- fhip join. But ftronger ties have link'd my foul tp thine. Had I ten thoufand hearts, thofe hearts {hould be A voluntary facrifice to thee ; To thee, v^hofe every fear fo fully proveV Thy flame exceeds ten thoufand other loves. ercome with love and wonder, I refign My captive heart, which now no more is mine : 1 yield my foul to thy vidorious charms. And fly for grace to thy inviting arms : Life will be death, if I'm exil'd from thee ; Death will be life, if I thy face may fee. Thy lovelinefs is equal to thy love, And far out-fhines angelick forms above. Lord, if thy crofs could ne'er thy beauties hide, How doft thou fhine at thy great Father's fide! Where the ambitious flames of glory now With em^"^ jus beams falute thy lightning bruw" J Pointing, as in bright clouds they dart around, Where each rude thorn thy facred head did wound. While 8o ^he dedication: While others thee and their own fouls abufe, Debafe their love, and proftitute their mufe; O thou to whom all love and praife belongs! To thee I give my heart, to thee my fongs. Waters will rile as high as whence they flow : So minds, that came from heaven, to heaven fhould go ; With holy fervor to their author move. Who gave 'em pow'r to think, and powV to love. Eternal beauty ! I thy rays admire. Kindling my flame at that immortal fire, Where fhining feraphs light and cherifh theirs : Thou fhalt my praifes have, and thou my prayers. May all harmonious fouls their numbers join. And each a pious offering add to mine j Make earth below refemble heav'n above. Sing holy fongs, and fing of holy love. *Tis love does with eternal joys infpire All the bright orders of the heavenly choir : Seraphick pfalmifts to this noble theme Owe their fweet mufick and poetick flame, O may the liftning faints on earth afpire To reach the found, and catch the holy fire! And T^he dedtcation. And in their turn with pure devotion fing The praifes of their Saviour and their King ; Till echo thro* heav'n's arches loud re- peats The found, inviting angels from their feats To hear the mufick of the church below. While this from t'other heav n they fcarce can know : Nor an eclipfe of light and pleafure fear. Where they fo much of grace, fo much of glory hear. Si J. S. G 8z T x\ B L E To find any HYMN, if one knows its Beginning. HYMN ANgels a?2d 7nen yoiirfongs renew ^ xxiv. Behold the king of glory Jits, iv. Behold the Saviour of the world, xliii. Come let us all, who here have Jeen, xxxiv. Co?ne let us go and die with him, xxxix. Co?ne let us blefs the glorious name, xlii. Defcend, kmg of faints, defend, yi. Eternal Father, how divine, xxix. From f upper to Gethfiman^, xxi. Glory to God on high, xx. Gracious Redeemer, how) divine, xii, Happy are they our Lord has chofe, xxxy. Haf 'thou, my foul, thy Saviour viewd, xxvi. Hew ma?2y miracles of love, xy. How fweet, how char?ning is the place, xvi. How glorious is this holy place, xly. Jehovah, we in hymns of praife, j. hiwiortal praife he given, ^ xi. In grateful hymns, ye faints, difplay, x. 2 7cA^ •' A TA B L E. 83 yefus ! word div!?iely fweet ! xlvii. Let all who love our Saviour s name^ xxxii. het all who enter Sio?is gate, xL Lord^ all thy works thy hajid has form' d^ xxv. Lordy thou hajl treated us, xxxi. Lord, we approach thy throne, xxvii. My blejjed Saviour, is thy love, xxii. My fold, let all thy nobler powers, viii. O Lord, how Jl:iall we frame afong, xviii. O Lord, thou dojl a broken heart, xxviii. Others 77iay tell of famous things, xxxvii. Our Lord a banquet has prepar d, xxiii. Sing Hallelujah to our king, xix. ^hat doleful night when our dear Lord, iii. T^he God of grace to human race, xiii. T'hefun of righteoufnefs has jhin'd, xli. T^hou art all love, my dearejt Lord, ii* Hhou haft dercome : Lord, who can prove, -AvvlI^ T'hus we commemorate the day, L ^Tts fniJlS d, the redeemer crys, xlix. 7i us our God his love commends, v. What mighty conquror do we fee, xxxvi. What wondrous things we now behold, xxxii. When Chrif, at Simon s table placd, xxxviii. When fn had brought death with a train, xiv. Wherewith fhall I, a finful worm, xvii. While thy love s pledges we receive, xli v. With humble boldnefs, trembling joy, 'ix. Te happy guejls, who meet around, xlvi. Tou that the holy J ejus love, xxx. Ton who our Lord's great banquet Jhare^ vii. G 2 The ?4 The more difficult Wo r d s explained, ANtitype, that which is reprefented by a type or figure. AlTume, receive. Attraft, draw. Commemorate, bri72g to remembrance. Deplore, bewail. Effufion, pouring forth. Exil'd, banijhed. Expiate, make fatisfadtion for. Extinguifli, quench. Hero, a man of a noble fpirit. Imbibe, drink up. Infernal, hellijh, Myftick, fecret^ or obfcure. Odor, fweet fmell. Proftrate, with the face to the ground. Revere, refpeB or reverence. Satiate, fatisfy. Vital, living. Viaim, facrifice. Symbol, a fign. HYMNS HYMNS FOR THE LORDS SUPPER 85 HYMN I. Ehovah, we in hymns of praife Thy matchlefs grace adore. That grace that gave thy only fon: Rom. 8. What couldft thou give us ^^' (more ? He's all in all : his faints in him Divine perfeftion view : 'Tis of his fulnefs they receive AU grace and glory too. G 3 Col. 3. II. Eph.i. 23. Johni.r5. pr. 84.11. H( 8^ Hymns for the Hymn t. I Per. I. He freely gave his blood, the price '^''^' Of our eternal blifs : Heb. 9. Since no lefs could atone for fin, 22, 25. jijg j^^g would give no lefs. Lam. I. fje in the wine-prefs of thy wrath '^* For guilty men was crufht ; Phil. 2. 8. Humbled himfelf to die, and laid His honour in the dufl. That we might at his table fit. And be replenifh^d there I Cor. "'"^^ith thefe dear pledges of his grace, Till vs^e his glory fhare. HYMN 11. e/^^"^' npHou art all love, my deareft Lord, ^o. Cant. 5. JL Thou art all lovely too : ^^' Thy love I at thy table tafte, . 27. 4. rpj^y lovelinefs I view. 1^^.55. 2, »pj^y divine beauty, veiVd with flcfh. Thy enemies defpife 5 Thy mangled body they difdain. And turn from thee their eyes. Cant^^ But thou more lovely art to me For all that thou haft borne : John 15. Each cloud fets off thy luftre more ; 31,32. Thee all thy fears adorn. Thy Hymn 3. Lord's fupper. 87 Thy garments tindur'd with thy blood, ^^a. 63. The beft and nobleft dye, '' ^• Out-ftiine the robes that princes wear; ^C,^<,,i. Thy thorns their gems out-vie. That I may be all love to thee, P^- 7^ 25. And lovely like thee too, f''';-^'- O cleanle me with thy precious blood, Zech.13.1. And me thy beauty fliew. 2 Cor. ?, My former vows I now renew: p^- 115. O Lord, as thou art mine ; '^^* I freely give my heart to thee. Cant. 2. For ever I'll be thine. ^^* HYMN III. \As the 100 pfalm^ THat doleful night,when our dear Lord Joh. 1 8. i Into the garden did retreat. To vent his grief in groans, and cries, Luk. 22. In tears, and in a bloody fweat 3 ^^' I Cor. 1 1. That ne'er to be forgotten night. When our redeemer was betray'd ; Before his fufferings he took bread, 23,24,25. Gave thanks to God, broke it, and faid : Take, eat j this is mv body broke ^^^* ^'' 17 1 -^r 1 26/27,28, ror you upon the curled tree : Perform this ord'na?tce as I do^ And when you dot^ remember me, G 4 H 8 8 Hymns for the Hymn 4. He took the cup too, crownM with wine, Blefs'd it, and to's difciples faid, 'Tis the new left'ment in my blood, For you and many others fhed. All you, my friends, muft drink of this, Your fin's remiffion here you fee; Terform this ordnance as I doy And when you doty remember me. Cant. 1.4. Yes, Lord, we will remember thee, And thy love more than fragrant wine : Rev. 5- 9. How can we e'er thy crofs forget, ^°* Which made thee ours, and made us thine ? Our right hand firfl: {hall lofe its art, ^^' M7. Our tongue forget to fpeak or move, ^' ^* Ere we'll prove thoughtlefs of thy wounds, Thofe everlafting marks of love. I Cor. ii-'^Ye'll thus commemorate thy death. Till thou appear on earth again : And, Lord, remember us, we pray ; Rev. II. jviake hafte to take thy power, and reign. HYMN IV. V:.l'"l: X^Ehold the king of glory fits fj At table with his guefls : Welcomes them all with gracious fmiles, Them all with dainties feafts. No Cant. I. 12. Hymn y. Lord's flipper. 85^ No common food he here prefents, No common drink provides : John 6, For meat he gives his flefh ; for wine joh^^^'. The fpear his heart divides. 34. Lord, give us faith to raife our thoughts Beyond the views of fenfe : Teach us thy myft'ries to difcern. And drav/ new joys from thence. I Cor, II, 28, 19. Let's know thy wounded body fell ir^. 53. 5, An offering for our guilt ; ^* Let's know, to wafh us from our fins. Thy heart's pure blood was fpilt* So fhall our minds and voices join i Cor. 14. In facred harmony, *^' To celebrate thy grace, and fing Hallelujah to thee. HYMN V. TO us our God his love commends, ^o"^- 5- When by our fins undone ; ^* That he might ipare his enemies, ^^^ g He would not fpare his fon; 52. His only fon, on whom he plac'd P'-ov. 8. - -■ ' li — ^o. All his delight and love. Before he form'd the earth below, Or fpread the heavens above. He po Hymns for the Hymn 6. John 5. He charged the darling of his foul 16,17. rp^ ^^jj j^jg glorious face, To wear our mortal flefli, and feel The pains of human race ; Gal. 3. 13, Our forrows and our fins to bear, ''^* Our heavy crofs fuftain ; Upon a tree to bleed and die, That we might life obtain. Col. 3. 3* This life is hid in God with him, ^* Who fell a facrifice, Heb.2.14. ^j^j dying conquered death for us, Phil. 3. 21. That we like him might rife : Aas 2. Yov he foon triumphed o*er the grave, hCts 1. 9. And went to heaven again ; ver. II. There intercedes, and thence will come: Rev. 20. Among his faints to reign. Hcb. 10. His word affures he'll quickly come : Rom. 8 Saints for his coming pray : 19—22,. The whole creation for it groans. Rev. 2,2. Lord Jefus, come away. xo HYMN. VI. [As the 100 pfalm!\ John 14. Y'^Efcend, O king of faints, defcend: !?• ■ \ J By thy free fpirit's vital heat PC 51.11. -"—-f , J ^ f , J trcfli joys to every loul extend, That at thy table fihds a feat. O Hymn 6. Lord's fupper. 91 O prince of peace, blefs thou this board With thofe fweetfmiles which angels chear. ^^f- ^2« O give us peace -, and tell us, Lord, L°*, ^9. It heaven's high arch exceeds for height, pr. 108. 4. And for extent, the world's vaft round. Lord, to advance thy praifes here, ^^' ^^* M* Increafe our light, inlarge our love ; And by thy grace our fouls prepare ^^^* ^ ^* For better fongs and tunes above. HYMN 91 Hymns for the Hymn 7. HYMN vir. (fliarc, YO U who our Lord's great banquet And welcome places find ^°* His table round, his praifes found With well-tun*d voice and mind. Remember all his a6ls of love, His torments every one : Heb. 1.(5. Whom angels fear'd, him mortals jeer *d. Mat. 27. Blafphem'd and fpat upon. 3c. Ver. 2 9. See's head all torn with thorns, his face "fo^t, (Divinely bright before) ifa. 52. Now mar'd more than the fons of men, 14. Reaking with fweat and gore. pr, 22. 1^. See in his hands and feet the nails Piercing the tender veins : See how each wound the blufliing ground With precious tinfture flains. John 19. See his fide fpout a ftream of blood 3^- And water thro' the wound ; 7. ' A ftream wherein we're wafh'd from fin. And all our guilt is drown'd. But, oh ! what terrors wrack'd his foul In that laft agony, Mat 17. When (ere he dy'd) my God^ he cry*d, ^ * Why haft forfaken me ! Thus Hymn 8. Lord's /upper. 95 Thus groaned and dy'd the fon of God, l^hn lo. That we might ever live I CoV a. There, w^here all blifs our fouls can wifh, 9. Or can contain, he'll give. Mean while the myft'ries of his grace His table here difplays ; i Cor. u. O how his love our fouls fhould move, ^^' And tongues to fing his praife ! HYMN VIII. MY foul, let all thy nobler powers, P^. 104- 1- And faculties combine : Aw^ike my tongue, and to my thoughts ^^* ^7^* Thy tuneful numbers join. All that's within me, blefs and praife ^f- 103* My Saviour and my king : ^' ^* When he's the fubjed: of the fong, ^^v- ^')* Who can forbear to fing ? 3> 4- Holy and reverend is his name ; PC n i. 9. How glorious, and how fweet! All greatnefs, and all goodnefs too Tth* name of Jesus meet : A name vile men (hall one day dread, 16^7,^'^' As now the devils fear : jam. 2.19. A name the heavenly hofts adore, J^^^' ^'^^' rr^ J 'J r J Rev. 5,11, To pardon d finners dear j 12. Moft p4 Hymns for the Hymn p. Canu I. j-Moft dear to them by ftrongeft ties Of his redeeming love. Which by a thoufand torments try'd. Did ever conftant prove. Tho death and hell unite their powers T' oppofe his enterprize ; John 10. The fpotlefs lamb refolves to fall A willing facrifice. Heb. 2. So conquering fin, and death, and hell, ^'^* In glory did arife, Ads I. 9 And in bright triumph foon afcend His throne above the Ikies. judc 14. Thence in due time he will return, I Their. 4. With a celeftial train, 16, 17. Q£ fajj^i-g and angels, who (hall fing The wonders of his reign. HYMN IX. Heb. 10. T T 7 Ith humble boldnefs, trembling joy, pf. 2. II. VV With hope and awful fear, Heb. 12. Lord, we thy majefty addrefs. And to thy feat draw near. 28 Ver. 12. Gen. 18. For thou, great judge of all the earth, Heb. 4. Now on a throne of grace, \6. Between the wond'ring cherubs wings Pi. 80. 1. Reveal'il thy glorious face. At Hymn!o. Lord's /upper. P5 At thy right-hand behold thy fon, Rom. 8. Who kindly intercedes: ^^' His blood crys louder than our fins, Heb. 12. And for our pardon pleads. ^^* Ah cruel fins, how odious now, l^a. u* ^ And how deform'd are they, While in that crimfon fountain we Deut. ?. Their monftrous hue furvey 1 2^. Thefe with black horror fiU'd his mind, Mat. 2^. Inrag*d his wounds with pain: ^^' Thefe rent with grief his laboring breaft,Pr. la. 14. Exhauiled every vein. Tho thefe our crimes all teftify jer. 14. 7^ Our crying guilt aloud j Gen, 18. Lord, veil no more thy {hining face Within an angry cloud. 44! 21. Lam. ^, Let thy love's rays attraft from us ^^^^ 7. A penitential dew ; ^ ' "^^^ And while our vilenefs we lament. Thy pard'ning mercy (hew : Then tho our fins have numerous been Pf. 40. 12, Like fands upon the fhore ; Peace, like a river, flouds our fouls, ^^' ^^* And fins are feen no more. HYMN ^6 Hymns for the Hymn 1 1 . H Y xM N X. [As the 100 pfalm.] Eph. 3.18, yjsj grateful hymns, ye faints, difplay Rev. <. 9. X Jehovah's grace and boundlefs love ; A love, whofe flame infpires the fongs Of all the heav'nly hoft above. pr.icj. Tho v/e on earth can't fing like them, 20,21, 22. Lgj.'g praife him in a lower ftrain : - * *A fervent mind, that breathes his praife With ftammering lips, he'll not difdain, Eternal Father, we adore ifa* 53. Thy love, that mov'd thee to expofe *^* The facred body of thy fon To bear the wounds due to thy foes. I Cor. M* And thee, dear Saviour, we adore, Gal. s. 13. W^^ ^^^ft endure th' invenom'd fling Of death, and every dreadful curfe Juftice provok'd by fin could bring. While we behold thee on thy crofs, In every wound thy love appears, ?r. ^3. ?. Dearer than life, more ftrong than death, cam.8,5.Flowing inftreams of blood and tears. To Hymn ii. Lords fupper. p7 To bathe our fouls defil'd by fin, Zech. i j. Lord, we approach this facred flood : '* To hea! our broken hearts, we feek The fovereign balfam of thy blood. ^"^- ^'^^ 34- 'Tis from this living ftream our fouls, ifa. 55. i.^ Our dying fouls new life derive: This is the facred oil of joy, Pf. 13. 5, That can defponding minds revive. O king of glory, on us fhine, ^^- 24. 7. Who thy own table now furround : Let not our fins eclipfe thy face, ifa. 59. 2. Since thou haft fuch a ranfom found. ^°^ ^2* 144 HYMN XL \As the i^pfahn?[ IMmortal praife be given, ^ And glory in the high^ft^ Luke 2; To th' God of peace^ who fent from heaven ^4^ His own beloved Chrift : PC 2. 2, Him a fin-offering made i^^- 55- For Adam^s guilty fons; ^^* Our prefling crimes upon him laid, ^^[- ^• For which his blood atones. 14. * Such torments he endur'd ^^* ^^' '^ As none e'er felt before; ifaltl-^'/j That joy and blifs might be fecur'd 4. To us for evermore. Vol IVc H Hurry'd p8 Hymns for the Hymn 12. Luke 2g. Hurry 'd from bar to bar, ll V ? With blows and fcofFs abus'd ; Luke '23. Revird with Herod's men of war, '^- With Pilate's fcourees bruis'd. M.U. 27. 26. His fv/eet and reverend face M.ir. 77. With fpittle all profan'd 3 That vifage, full of heav'nly grace. With his own blood diflain'd. *yt y Mat. 27. Stretch'd on the cruel tree, 4^> S^^. j^e bled, and groan'd, and cry'd; And in a mortal agony Languiili'd a while, and dy'd. Heb.i.i4. But dying left a wound Gen.5.15. Q^ ^j^^ qJ^^ ferpent's head, For which no cure can e'er be found 5 M.U. 23. And foon rofe from the dead : I, ^. Aas 1. 9, Then did to heaven afcend, i^^ ^ ^ That we might thither go, I Cor. i3'.W^here love and praifes have no end, 8. Where loys no chano;es know. Rev. 21. '^ ■' ° 4- HYMN Xir. Racious redeemer, how divine, T How wond'rous is thy love ! Rev. ^. j^g fubjedl of th' eternal fongs ^—14. Q£ j^i^i^^j fpirits above. Join G Hymn 12. Lord's pipper* 99 Join in the facred harmony, Ye faints on earth below, 1(^*7- 14. To praife Immanuel, from whofe name Mat. 1.23. All fragrant odors flow. Cam. 1. 3. He left his crown, he left his throne ^^^^' 2* ^> By his great father's fide; ^* Wore thorns, fuflain'd a heavy crofs. Was fcourg'd and crucify'd. His was the torment, his the curfe; ^^^^ 3-U* Tho all the guilt was ours : 14. To cleanfe us, on our leprous fouls Lev, 14. His vital blood he pours. Behold how every wound of his A precious balm diflils, ^"^e ^0.' Which heals the fears that fin had made, ^^' With joy the finner fills. (grace ; Thofe wounds are mouths that preach his^°^" ^2- The charadlers of love ; Gal 3. u The feals of our expecSed blifs Rom. 8. In paradife above. ^^" We fee thee at thy table, Lord, ^ ^°''* ^* By faith, with great delight: O how refined thofe joys will be When faith is turn'd to fight 1 H 3 HYMN too Hymns for the Hymn 13, HYMN XIII. Rom. 5. 'nr^ H E God of grace to human race X Does terms of peace propofe j Rom. <. ^^ gives his Son, his only One, 10. A ranfom for his foes. John lo. chrift, to fulfil his Father's will, *'' ^* Himfelf as freely gave, I Pet. 1. An offering whole, body and foul, it 53,10. A guilty world to fave. The Spirit divine, for this defign. Milt. 3. 16. Lights on him like a dove : ] John 5. The facred Three in one agree, 7* In this great aft of love. Pf.85. 10. Juftice and grace like friends embrace. With equal fplendor fliine : No gift could be fo rich, fo free. So glorious, fo divine. Bleft Saviour, why fhould we deny To thee, at thy defire, Rom. u-An offering whole, body and foul, ^ • As reafon does require "t Since thou for us haft borne a crofs, I John 4, Tho free from every crime; '^* How great fhould be our love to thee, Hcv. 5. Our pralfes how fublime ! "• HYMN Hymn 14. Lords fupper. loi HYMN XIV. \As the 100 pjhlm.'\ (train "^TTHen fin had brought death, with a Rom. tf. VV ^f miferies on the guihy world ;^3« And wretched man was doom'd to be ,0"** ^* Into eternal darknels hurl'd ; 1 Pet. 2. 17. Where the tormenting worm, that gnaws Mark 9. The feftering confcience, ne'er expires; 44>4^>4^» Where tort'ring brimftone always feeds Rev. 20. The ne'er- to-be-extingui{h'd fires ; *°> M* When juftice wav'd the flaming Avord Gen. 3.-24» Of vengeance o'er the finner's head ; i Tim. 2. The fon of God ftept in, and ftay'd 5« The mortal ftroke, and thus he faid : Tho all the offerings men can bring pr. 40. 6. Can't for one fingle crime atone \ Ver.r, God, I i:ome tp do thy will, Heb. ic. I'll bear their numerous fins alone, 4-^ — lo. A mortal nature I'll afliime, Heb. 2. Human infirmities I'll wear; J5* Hunger, and thirft, and wearinefs, joha 4.V, Sorrows and pains I'll freely bear. 7- ^ ^ Heb. 4.1 f. Reproaches, tho they'll break my he^rr, Pf.^9. 204 1 am refolv'd to undergo : ^^^ ^J* I'll fuffer all that's on me laid P^ tj. By God above, or men below. 12— it. H 3 Thq \o^ Hymns for the Hymn 1 5 . Mat. 4. 1. Tho all ill infernal powers confpirc Luketi. jy^^y great defign to overthrow; Eph. (T. Thro fhowers of fiery dcirts from hell, ^^' And thro death's horrid vale I'll so. Thus faid, the Father foon reply'd : Job 33. Content, I have a ranfom found ; ^^' Dear fon, to fave a ruined world, ira.55.10 Ev*n thee I with delight (hall wound* Go execute thy brave refolves, Ver. II, Tfhy fufferings {hall rewarded be ; Ads 17. Many thou ihalt redeem, the reft $1. * Shall all at lail be judg'd by thee. pr. 139. How precious are thefe thoughts of thine, *'' * How glorious, Lord, thefe ads of love I For thefe we fing thy praife- below, Rev. ^. Yor thefe thou'rt better prais'd above. XI, II. ^ HYMN XV. HOW many miracles of love, What myfteries of grace ^, */. Has th' ever-bleffed Jefus fliown To Adam's finful race ! That he {hould humbly condefcend Korn.8. 3. Our mortal flefh to wear; Mat.8. i7.0ur licknefles, our forrows all. And numerous fins to bear ! Was't Hymn \6. Lord's Jiipper. 105 Was't not enough, thou holy one. To lay afide thy crown, And, in a fervant's form on earth Phil. 1.7. To wander up and down ? Was't not enough with fighs and tears John n. Our miferies to deplore, |5' To teach us by thy blamelefs life? MaJn. * But wouldft thou ftill do more? ^9^io» Whence is this unexampled love To wretched human kind ? What to attrad thy heart couldfl thou ^^ek, i^. In loathfom finners find? ^' ' Yet loaded with our fins and pains, i^a. 53. 4, Thou thro death's vale wouldft go 5 p^^ 2,?. 4. That we made innocent and free, pf. 16. ii. The way of life might know. Mat. 7. 14. II. Worthy art thou, O lamb of God, ^^^^- ^• Among thy faints to reign, Who to redeem them by thy blood. Waft once an offering flain. HYMN XVI. HOW fweet, how charming is the place, pr. 84. 1 With God's bright prefence crown'd !*• I^appy his children, who his board Pf. 128.3, As olive-plants furround, H 4 Eat 1 04 Hymns for the Hymn \ 7. Cant. 5. Eat of this feaft, fays he, my friends, ** Who to my courts repair ; Prov. 9. $.Come, deareft children, freely drink The wine which I prepare. Lord, we accept thy bounteous treat, With wonder, joy, and love : Pf. 17. 4' O may we in thy houfe have place, And never thence remove! « Here may our faith ftill on thee feed, John ^. The only food divine ; 5P> &c. rj.^ £^j^j^ ^j^y ^^^ jg j^^^^ indeed, Thy blood the nobleft wine : ^john 1. ^j^y blood, that purifying juice, ^' To cleanfe our fouls defign'd ; Luke 10. To heal a finner's bleeding heart, ^^' And chear his drooping mind. I Cor. n-Here we are glad to view thy love, *^' Thro figures, and in part; ' But how much greater joy wili't he I John 5. cj^Q r^^ fij^^ ^^ ^^^.^ art I HYMN XVII. [^As the 100 pfalm^ Uic.G,6. TTTHerewith fliall I a finful worm V V Jehovah's holy place draw nigh ? With what oblations iliall I bow Before the throne of God moflhigh? Shall l^ymn 17. Lord's flipper, 105 Shall I burnt-ofFerings to him bring. Calves taken from their tender dams? Will God be pleas'd, if I (hould flay Mi'c. c, 7. A thoufand and a thoufand rams? Shall I upon his altar pour Rivers of oil ten thoufand times ; Or my firft-born an offering make. To expiate my odious crimes ? No ■ God is fo incensed by fin, P^ 4o- ^. " Such offerings all w^ould be in vain; PC 51. i^^ Too mean to fave the guilty foul. And purge it from fo foul a ftain. With broken heart and fervent cries. Dear Jesus, to thy crofs I fly ; ^^^- ^• The other refuge fail, on thee My foul with fafety can rely. Heb. 7. The blood defcending from thy wounds, Becomes both oil and w^ine to ours ; Luke 19. No eafe, till thy kind hand this balm ^^' Into the wounded confcience pours. Job 34. As at thy table we behold Thy all-fufiicient facrifice, Let*s feel the virtue of thy blood, TV^* ^* Which heals, and chears, and purifies, ijoh. i! 7* So while thy facred courts we tread, To thee, O God, our life and joy, Pf. 43. 4- We'll bring the facrifice of praife, ^^' "^• In praife our hearts and tongues imploy. kioj. i- HYMN io6 Hymns for the Hymn 1 8. HYMN XVIII. Job 37: ^^ L o R D5 how ihall we frame a fong J 5, 20. y^ To celebrate thy fame ! Our higheft flights are all too low To reach thy loftier name. Yet (hould the objefts of thy love Thy praifes ceafe to fhour, jjokc 19. To cenfure fuch ingratitude, 40- The ftones would foon cry out. Pf.i44- 5- What was there, Lord, in finful man That could thy pity move, To draw him from the gates of hell Hof. n: With charming bands of love 1 A- A love, by many forrows try'd, Cant. 8. And many a painful wound ; Whofe flame could not be qu<^nch'd by death. Could by no floods be drown'd s 7 No not by all thofe ftreams of blood John 19. Which on thy crofs did meet, Ver 34. ^^om thy pierced heart, and bleeding head, pf. 11.16. And wounded ha^ds and feet. Eph. 3.18.A love whofe wonders far tranfccnd Exod^25. -pi^^ j.^^^j^ ^f human view 3 Epii, j!io. Whofe myfl'ries the inquiring crowd I Pet. I. Of cherubs look into. ^2- O Hymn ip. Lord's fupper. 107 O happy men who tafte this grace, Which angels fo admire ; i Pet. t. And feel the {hines of that bright face, rcor.4 Which they to fee defire ! i«. * But when all myftick truth fhall be Plac'd in a clearer light j What joy ! Chrift face to face to fee i^or. i^ With full and endlefs fight ! "• HYMN XIX- Sing hallelujah to our king, John s. _ Who nobly entertains J^* His friends with bread of life, and winey^**-^®' That flow'd from all his veins. His body pierc'd with numerous wounds, ^^^^ ^• Did as a vidtim bleed 3 ^^* That wx might drink his facred blood, And on his flefli might feed. Wormwood and gall was once his meat, Pr. ^9.11. His cup with terror fiU'd, Luke 22. That we might tafte the heav nly fweet '^^' His royal banquets yield. When our redeemer dy'd, he was Heb. 9. Both facrifice and prieft : '^' ^^ And now he lives, he is become 1", 10. * Th* inviter, and the feaft. We io8 Hymns for the Hymn 20. Rev. 3. We feed on Chrift, and fup with him ; ^^' At table he prefides Canr. i. As ruler of the feaft, his fliaro '*• To every gueft divides. Cant. 2. 4. While he love's banner here difplays O'er our triupiphant heads, Cant. I. Sin dies, each grace revives, and foon ^^' Its precious o^or fpreads, Nor are our pleafures bounded here, For he's gone to prepare John 14. Manfions, where heavenly manna (hall Rev. 2. Be our eternal fare. 17. HYMN XX. [As the 2^fb pfalm.] Luke 2. /^ Lory to God on high, *^* ^^ Good will to men below : If thus the friendly angels cry, What joy fhould mortals fhow ! Thofe angels free from fin, Heb. 9. No bloody offering need : H- ^^ 'Twas for the guilty fons of men Our Saviour came to bleed. Vcr. 22. Luke I. Yet the kind heavenly hofl * Pet 2 With fhouting rend the fky, 4. ' ' Glad that the thrones, their fellows loft, Heb.2. R^deem'd men fhall fupply. •*• ^ ^ What Hymn 2 0. Lords fupper. lop What good, what welcome news ! What wond'rous love is here ! Luke t. • That God his only fon fhould bruife, '°' So lovely, and fo dear! rra^^^ia That poor apoftate man In heav'n might ever dwell, John 14. Who with wild fury headlong ran 2, 3. The way that leads to hell ! Mat.7. 13.' Dear Lord, with what furprize Do v/e thyfufferings traces tph.j. 18, And mark thy wounds, thy groans, thy cries, ^^' Thy for rows, and difgrace! For all this haft thou borne ifa. ^^^ To expiate our guilt : 4, 5« Thy flefh to heal our fores was torn. Thy blood to cleanfe us fpilt. Thy (hame deferves renown, Phil. 2. Thy crofs a princely throne; friT""* That head becomes a royal crown, Mat/z^/' Which wore a thorny one. i^ And one day thou our king In glory wilt appear, ^ 2 ilicf. i; And troops of faints and angels bring 7. T* attend thy triumph here. ^"'^^ ^4' Glory to God on high^ Luker.- Good will to 772671 below : 14* If thus the friendly angels cry, What joy ftiould mortals fhow ! HYMN 1 1 o Hymns for the Hyma i \ , HYMN XXI. \^As the loo pfilm^ , FRom fupper to Gethfemane Away our blelled Lord does hafte ; ^°* Thither let's follow him, and fee How he begins of death to tafte. Pf. 40. li'He faw of fins an endlefs fcroul, ifa. I. i8.]\/[iiiions of fins of crimfon red, ifa. 55. c. All meeting on his fpotlefs foul, While he flood charg'd in finners flead. i Cor. 5. j^£ knew the terrors of the Lord, Rom. 6. The cenfures of his righteous law , 15. Naked the bright avenging fword, Gen. 5. p^^^ brandifh'd o'er his head he faw. 24. Mat. 16, Horror and anguifh on him feize, I?', His foul's o'erwhelm'd with mortal fears; Luke 2*2. He groans, and as his pangs increafe, 44- Sweats drops of blood, weeps floods of tears. But who can tell how much he felt ^*^' ^* On that curs'd tree whereon he dy'd ? Pfal. 21. While's heart like flowing wax did melt, 14, 15- His flrength was like a potflierd dry'd. There, as his panting body hung, Luke z2. rjpj^^ powers of darkncfs all combin'd, Ep'b. 6. Their flaming arrows at him flung, »^- To fill with thoufand wounds his mind, ^^^•^•'^v ... Men, J Hymn 1 1 . Lord's fupper. 1 1 1 Men, by whofe cruel hands he bled. Ungrateful men, for whom he dy'd. As void of pity as of dread, Blafpheme him, and his pains deride. His very friends, like timorous {heep, Are fcatter'd from their fhepherd now : His father's anger wounds him deep, Down to the duft this makes him bow. No pains, no coft our God would fpare, Revolted finneis to regain ; That they might robes of glory wear, And with him in his kingdom reign. Praife him ye angels round his throne, Who us in thought and might excel; Praife him, his fervants every one, Who in thefe lower regions dwell. HYMN XXIL MY bleffed Saviour, is thy love Ep^» 3-i8, So great, fo full, fo free ? ^^^^^^ ^^ Behuid I give my love, my heart, 3. My life, my all, to thee. / I love thee for the glorious worth Cant, ^i In thy great felf I fee : ^v^/^' I love thee for that (hameful crofi l^!^ ^ Thou haft endur'd for me. No A€ts 2. 23. Ver Mat, 17. 35- •45« Mat. z6. Ver. Mat. 4^. 27. I Pet. I, 18. Rev. 7. 9, Ver. 14. Rev. 5. 10. Pfal. 105. zo. Pfal. I. 1 14. 1 1 1 Hymns for the Hymn 12* John 1 5- No man of greater love can boaft ^^' Than for his friend to die: Rom s- But for thy enemies thoii waft flain : *^* What love v^ith thine can vie ! Phil I. ^.Tho.ih the very form of God, Heb. 1. 5. With heavenly glory crown'd, 14. * Thou vi^ouldft partake of human flefh, Heb. 4. Befet with troubles round. M- Rom. 8. Thou wouldft like wretched man be made 3. In every thing but fin; Heb. 4. That we as like thee might become, 2 Pet. 1. 4. As we unlike have been : Phil. 1. «).Like thee In faith, in meeknefs, love^ In every beauteous grace ; From glory thus to glory chang'd, I Cor. 3. ^g ^Q behold thy face. Cam. I. O Lord, I'll treafure in my foul 3> 4* The mem'ry of thy love : And thy dear name (hall ftill to me A grateful odor prove. pr. i^ ^'» Shew thee a God of love. 3 1 John 4. But thy furprlzing ad:s of grace, ^^' To Adam\ guilty feed, Loudly proclaim to all the world, & 4 8, That God is love indeed. To obje^LS wlio defer ve thy wrath Rom. <,. Thy boundlefs love extends ; ^'^^'' Thou'rt kinder to thy enemies .^oin 15. ^f j^^Q i^eii are to their friends. Eph. !. ^, Love drew the model of our blifs 5» ^y 7. Iq lYiQ decrees divine ; Conducts the work, and will at length Joh. 13. 1. Complete the vaft defign. Love brought heav'n's heir down from his Mar.i. Into a virgin's womb; (throne 2> Faflen'd him to a curfed tree, Joh. 1 9.41. And laid him in a tomb. In his words, dee. "Is, and fufferings all, !Piov. 31. The law of kindnefs reign'd : 2^- Love open'd all his ghaflly v/ounds, 1 John 4. ^1^^.^ ^yj^i^h his life was drain'd. His Hymn 2 6. Lord^s fvpper. 117 His love as freely tenders now That meritorious blood, That broken body, to our fouls The befl and fweeteft food. Love carry'd him up to his throne, There to prepare us room ; And love will bring him down again At laft, to lead us home. John 6. 5i,5:c. John v6' 17. Heb. 9. 28. I Thef. 4, 17- HYMN XXVI. H l^As the 100 ffohn^^ Aft thou, my foul, thy Saviour view'd Aas 5. As on the crofs he hung and bled ? ^^* Hail feen his bruifes, wounds, and tears, j^^^^ Seen him bow down his dying head ? 8. Haft heard how rudely he was jeer'd Mat. 17. By thofe that made him groan and die ? 59— 43» Heard him amid their cruel feoffs, Ev'n rend the heavens with his cry, Mat. 27. 46.* That doleful cry, n:v God, 7ny God^ ^^^ O why haft thou thy fon forjcok ! Haft mark'd the anguilh of his words. The mortal horror of his look ? All this is much, yet 'tis not all ; But thou no proper terms canft find if^^ ^^^ To paint the torments of his foul, 10. The inward bruifes of his mind. I ^ . All 1 1 8 Hymns for the Hymn 27. All this and more than thou, my foul, Ifa. 55. 6. Canft tell or think, lie did endure, To fkreen thee from his father's wrath, And thy eternal blifs fccure. Look back once more, and view his head, m. 52. jijg back, his hands, his feet, his fide : And tell if any fight like this Is found in all the world befide. Phil. $. 8. No, all to me is dung and drofs, But my dear Jefus crucify'd : C^nt. 2. $. Under the (liadow of his crofs ril fit me down, and there abide, jolin 15. His wounds, the noblefl: proofs of love, c^at. 5 -^^^ beauty too I there fhall fee, 16. I'arting thro his reproachful veil Ezck» i^. Jts fweet and powerful beams on me. HYMN XXVII. [As the 25 pfalm?[ HcD, 4. \ Ord, Vv^e approach thy throne, ^^' I ^ To thee thank-offerings brings '^^ • ^^' For in thy temple every one pfa. 29- ^' Should of thy glory hng. pr. /;S. u'. There thou art pleas'd to dwell, pia. 17.4. ^p^j there thy beauty fhines ; There to thy fav'rites thou doft tell pr. 25.14. Thy great, ihy good defigns. Thy Hymn 27. Lord's fupper. \ 19 Thy table they draw near, ^^"' ^ ^' To which thy calls invite ; They find the beft of dainties there, And there to dwell delight. Thy flefh is meat indeed, John 6. Thy blood the richeft wine ; 55- How bleft are they who often feed On this repail of thine ! While by our fins to thee ^^t- 2^. We fiU'd a bitter cup, ^^' Thou mad'ft this noble treat, that we & 27. 34.^ Might at thy table fup. 6c 25. 25. May joy, with humble fear, pra.2. n. A true devotion raife In all who are aflSmbled here, To celebrate thy praife. So while thy courts refound With fongs, we fhall confefs That no fuch pleafure's to be found Pr. 84 ic. Fth' tents of wickednefs. And if fuch feafl:s as this Pfai. 3^. Yield fo much fweet below, 7*^^- What joys fwim in thofe floods of blifs. Which at thy right hand flow ? Pf. I5. II. HYMN 120 Hymns for the Hymn 28. HYMN XXVIII. pr. 51. 17. /^^Lord, thou doft a broken heart \^^ And contrite mind approve, Wilt humble penitents receive With pity, joy, and love. Pfal.i. 1 1. Teach us o'er all our fins to weep, And in thy grace rejoice ; pr 130. ^.To mix confeffions of our guilt With a thanklgiving voice. Joh. 1^.8,0 let thy fpirit's convincing power 9, 10, II. Difpofe us to repent ; 50.^^ 'That holy oil will foften rocks, Ads z. 37. Make flinty hearts relent. John 14. Let that reviving comforter ^^» Seal to us pard'ning grace ; ^ , Nor let the lins we loath, eclipfe Ha. 59. 2. The luitre or thy lace. 1 Job. 2. 1. Behold our glorious advocate At thy right hand inthron'd, Htb.y. 2<5.Who by the offering of his blood Has for them all aton'd. He for our great and numerous fins 5f"^'5> li Once numerous torments bore ; '^-' For them the fcourges, thorns, and nails, His flclli fo rudely tore. Rivers 1 21 Hymn 1 9. Lord's fupper. Rivers of blood ran from his wounds, ^^-22. i^ His eyes wept briny fliow'rs ; ^ • 5- 7' And all this pain and grief he felt For crimes intirelv ours. i^a. ^3. ^, 6^ Lord, fince our pardon coft fo dear, i Pet. i. Yet comes to us fo free, 18. 19. Whence is it that our narrow fouls Shew no more love to thee ? May this endearing love of thine, Luke 7. By thoufand torments prov'd, ^7* Increafe our love and zeal to thee, 1 Cor. 6. Who us fo much haft lov'd. ^°' HYMN XXIX. [As the 100 pfahi^ ETernal father, how divine. How noble is this gift of thine ! That thou fhould'ft fend thy only fon, Rom. 8. That holy, lov*d, and lovely one : 32- •^' ^ Mat. 3. 17. The nobleft objed of thy love, Prov. 8. To leave his throne and crown above, ^}'.. To dwell with mortals here below, -^ 8. And death for them to undergo ! And thou, bleft faviour, who didft come Prov. s. So freely from thy heavenly home, y^^^ ^^ To make thy felf a facrifice 6, i\ 8. * For criminals and enemies : How 122 Hymns for the Hymn 2p, How full of wonder is that love Joh. 17. 5.That could determine thee to move From thy illuftrious palace, where The heav'nly hoft did thee revere ! ifa. 6. Where flaming Seraphs bow'd before *^°i^^Toh '^^y awful fcepter, to adore II. ^y^ Thy hoh\ holy^ holy name, 4i- And thy perfedions to proclaim ! Love made thee all this glory leave, Heb. 10. A veil of human flefli receive, j^' To live in grief and mifery, And after all to bleed and die ! Gal. 3. 13. To die a death the moft accurfl, Phil. 2. s.^j-jj Qf ^\\ deaths the very worft , 28.I-I31.T0 be with lingring torments flain, Abus'd with feoffs and vile difdain ! All this thou haft endured, that we 1 Cor. I. Holy and happy too might be 5 ^^ ^ And with thee in thy kingdom reign, 6. ' ' When thou, dear Lord, flialt come again. HYMN Hymn 3 o. Lord's ftipper. 1 1 3 HYMN XXX. YOu that the holy Jefus love. Give honour to his name; Cant. 1.4. The great atchievements of his grace In thankful verfe proclaim. Tho v^hat your higheft thoughts furmounts Can never be expreft ; Eph. 9. iS, Yet fomething of it you may tell, ^9. And wonder out the reft. Remember all his mighty deeds, His forrows all review ; PJ^J^- 2. ^, How he abas'd his glorious felf, ^' ^' To bleed and die for you. Remember all the fhame and fcorn, The vinegar and gall, P^^^- "^9. The gaping wounds thro which he pour'd ^^J^^ ^^^ His vital juices all. His forrows, as his virtues, were Innumerable found ; o^&V' Troubles from earth, fromheaven and hell, ifa. 53.3. His fpotlefs foul furround. Crucify'd by the worft of men. Ads 5. t^, Forfaken by the beft ; '^^^ ^ ^• With th' endlefs number of our fins, 5^. Sin's mighty weight opprefs'd. ^^' 4^* ^*- He I 24 Hymns for the Hymn 3 1. Gal. 3. 1 3. He felt the curfes of the law, 45^^ ' ^''* His father's wrath fuftain'd ; Luke 22. Endur*d the cruel fliock of all ^3' The powers of hell unchain'd. Afts I. 9, But after all vidorious proved, ^°Tim A ^^ triumph did afcend, F. ' And now prepares us crowns and thrones, Rev. 3.11. And joys that ne'er fhall end. HYMN XXXI. l^As the 25 pfalm.] LOrd, thou haft treated us With true and living bread ; 3 3> 34- Thy body, as upon the crofs, The painful crofs, it bled. Mat. 26. Thy blood's a precious wine, 27,28. The heart of God it chears ; .us- 9. ^^l^Yi heav'nly fweets, and joys divine, Rom. 8. Ic calms our guilty fears. A living fpring thy fide, John 19. Thy pierc'd fide did impart, ?4- Thro which a vital juice did glide P/.11.I4. j)q^vj^ fi-Qj^ ^j^y melting heart. Pf. 22. 16. This crimfon ftream, with thofe Thy hands and feet did yield, zccli. 13. A bath for finners does compofe, '. In which they're clcans'd and heal'd. Such Hymn ^ i . Lord^s fiippew 1 1 j Such bleffings, Lord, in thee, If at thy crofs we meet, Mat. 2^. What joys will in thy kingdom be, Joys how divinely fweet ! 29. When thou with glory crowned, Rev. 3; Thy faints on thrones wilt place, ^'' And fatiate all thy guefts around With th' vifion of thy face. ^ John 3, From that bleft paradife Rev. 22. None e'er fhall be exil'd ; ?; & 20. None by a ferpent's tempting voice. Of joy and hfe beguil'd. 10, 14. The tree of life fhall chafe R«v- 22. Death thence, and all its fears : Rivers of pleafure there have place, 22. li And there are none of tears. ^ ^'* ^* HYMN XXXII. \As the 100 pfalm'\ LEt all who love our Saviour's name. Cant. i. That name fo full of heav'nly grace^ 5* 4- In fongs of triumph fpread his fame Thro evVy age, and ev'ry place. He kindly laid afide his crown, rii'^- i- ^> And robes of awful majefly ; ^' ^* And in a fervant's form came down To bear a crofs, and on it die, I With 1 2 6 Hymns for the Hymn 2 2 . Hjb. 5.7. With tears, and fwear, and blood imbrued, 4^ * This holy lamb was lacrific'd ; ifa. ^3-7.Jeer'd by the barbarous multitude, 4ol^l! And by profaner priefts defpis'd. I Cor, M.But dying thus, he pluck'd the ftino- JoJ^Vs. f"^^"^ death ; and riling from the grave, 14. He triumphed o'er the mighty king Heb. 2. Of terrors^ as a captive Have. Afts I. Q,'^^^^ ^^ ^^^^ heav'nly throne was rais'd, 10. Whence he'll defcend ag;ain, to be Pbii. 2. 9, Xhro the whole world ador'd and prais'd ' ^* By every tongue, and every knee. Tho tears, and blood, and fpittle here Clouded, profaned and marr'd his face. Rev. I. K. The mid-day fun is not fo clear, Now 'tis adorn'd with heavenly grace. Rev. 5. Angellck fongs his beauties praiie, Maf^i'y. While, clad in glorious robes of light, 2. He darts innumerable rays 1 Tim. 6. Ai'ound, for mortal eyes too bright. Ezek. i(j. This glory Adam^ fons partake, ilohn'i' Who once deform'd and odious were ; 7. For that pure blood he Ihed, can make A leprous fmner clean and fair, 2 Cor. 5. Our bodies too he will refine > J: .. Vile bodies, under which we oroan, 2,. Shall with immortal beauty fhine, Render'd all lovelv like his own. HYMN Hymn 3 3 . Lord's fiipper. i 2 7 HYMN XXXIII. WHat wond'rous things we now behold i Tfm. 3 . At this myfleaous board ! ^^• What copious matter for a fong ^^j 5- «• Of praifes they afford ! 2c/ * Extended on a crofs we fee The Lord whom we adore. Both giving and receiving wounds, Col.i. 15. Bath'd in triumphant gore. No viftor's robe fo rich a dye ifa. ^5.1: Before did ever ftain, Heb. 2. No champion fuch a vi(5tory ^4» M» Before did ever gain. Glory and ftrength his torments add To all his mighty deeds ; Heb. 2. His enemies fly, and fall the more, *®* The more he groans and bleeds. Tho the law's curfe lights on his head. Gal. 3.15, While Saran wounds his heel, ^^"* 5* His body's bruis'd by men, his heart \ cor. 15. Death's cruel fling does feel 3 5<^» Yet with firm courage he o'er all Bears up his conqu'ring head. Till on their captive necks his feet ^^l^ 2.14, In folemn triumph tread. 15/ * This I z 8 Hynlnsfor the Hymn 34* ifa. 63 3. This iliock our Lord fuflain'd alone, ^l\\^,' -^^^ makes us fhare the fpoils; 14! * He felt his father's dreadful frowns, ^lat. 27. That we might have his fmiles. Rom. 8. I V Ifa. 1. 6 Sc S3. To cure our wounds and putrid fores, Was pierc'd in every limb ; GaK ^I's-His crofs, our tree of life, became & 4- 4j 5- A tree of death to him. Rev. I. But tho once dead, he*s now alive, '^- And lives for evermore: 2 Tim. 3. Then let his faints, whofe life is hid 12. In Chriil, his name adore. HYMN XXXIV. [^s the 100 ffalm,"] COme let us all, who here have feen, And tafted of our Saviour's grace, 3- From his bleft table to his crofs, In thought, his weary footfteps trace. Luke 23. Let's trace him up to Calvary, 5 3 Not leave him as his followers did, Mat. 26. Who having at his table fup'd, 5^. Forfook their fuffering Lord, and fled. joh. iS.i.Into the garden firll he goes, Mat. z6. Where mortal fears belet him round ; Mark 14. Sin's preffing weight o'er whelms his foul, 55. And finks his body to the ground* Here, Hymn 34- Lord's ftippev, 1 2 p Here, proftrate as he lies, he groans, Pouring out pray'rs with fervent cries. Till he fweats drops of blood, to mix With floods that iffue from his eyes. Yet are his forrows but begun 5 By one difciple he's betray'd, Another him with oaths denies, The reft all run like flieep afraid. Falfly accused, he's doomed to die 5 Loaded with blafphemy and fcorn, He's rudely buffeted and bound, His facred fleih with fcourges torn. His temples wear a wreath of thorns, Spittle his reverend face profanes , His v/eary flioulders bear a crofs, On which he fuffers mortal pains. Between two thieves he lingring dies, While thoufand tortures on him meet j His heart's diifolv'd within, his blood Flows out in ftreams from hands and feet. Thefe ftreams, join'd with that other flood Jo^^n 19. That gufh'd out from his wounded fide, ^i- Compofe a fovereign bath, wherein Zech. 13 The leprous Soul is purify'd. ^• V^oL IV, K HYMN Luki e 22. 44. Heb • 5- 7. Mar. z6. 48. Ver. ^% CTf. Ver. 3J, 5^. Ver. 59, 60. Ver. 66, 67, ( 5S. Mat. 27. a.- Ver. 25. Ver. 29^ John i?^ 17, 1 .8. Mat. ir- 33. Pfal. iz. 14,1 5,i6,' 1 3 o Hymns for the Hymn 3 5 . HYMN XXXV. pfa!.55.4'Tr TAppy are they our Lord has chofe ^ J^ in his bleft courts to dwell j His prailes ftill their thoughts employ, vc. 29. 9. Their tongues his glory tell. Pr. 17. 4- There he his lovelinefs makes known To all who love his name ; 3fa. 28. 5. To them he is a glorious crown. And beauteous diadem. I.uke 12. With a celeftial banquet there His table's richly fpread ; 1^,^20"' The wine's the tindure of his veins. His body is the bread. Cant.$. I. To entertain his happy friends, pfai. 23.5. He oft repeats his call ; Mat. 22. Pours fragrant oil upon their heads, 11^ 12. Gives robes to clothe 'em all. ifa.^/M.Nay, every contrite mind to him pr. 5 r. 17. A holy temple proves : For humble fouls are his delight. And he dwells where he loves* He at the door of every heart Does friendl;^ calls renew ; i^cv. 5.20." Open to me, and you fhall fup *^ With me, and I with you. And Hymn 3 6. Lord^s flipper. 151 And will the high and lofty one Ifa. 57.15, Vouchfafe to dwell with men ? Opei2^ eternal doors^ and let J^^^^- 24. T^he king of glory in. 7> O'c, This entertainment. Lord, of thine, '^«f- i» So gen'rous and fo free, * ^^' Cofl many a pang, and many a groan. And many a wound to thee. Eternal praife to thy great name. Rev. 5. By all the hoil: of heaven, ^^ ^^' By every nation, every tongue, I And every heart be given. HYMN XXXVl. [As the 100 pfalmi] WHAT mighty conqueror do we fee Whofe garments are diftain'd with i^^- ^3' '• (blood, Whofe rich apparel feems to be All tindlur'd in a crimfon flood ? Like one who has the wine-prefs trod, ^^^' 2» Whofe clothes ti;e grape has purpFd o'er ? 'Tis the eternal Son of God, ifa. <,i ^ All full of wounds, all ftain d with gore. A mighty conqueror indeed, Who conquers by receiving blows ; To give wounds, is content to bleed; Heb. 2.14^ And by his death fubidues his foes. ^^* K 2 He 1 J 2 Hymns for the Hymn j 6. He treads 'em down, tho all alone, 1(2,6^. 3» And with their blood his veflure's ftain'dj But firft is all bath'd in his own, His own by many a w^ound is drain'd. Col. 2. 1 5. His blood hell's fubtle powers confounds. To them a mortal liquor proves ; Luke 10. But is a balm to heal our wounds, ^^' A wine to chear the fouls he loves. J0h.t9.54. The veflels that contained this juice, & 20. 25. ^ fpear and ruder nails did broach ; And while his flefh they pierce and bruife, Pi.^9.20. pjjg heart is broken with reproach. Ifa. 55. 5. ButbruisVi, and broke, and mangled thus, This facrifice our pardon gain d ; Mat. 2(^. And thus prepar'd, is food to us, 26> 27. gy which we live, and are fuftain'd. rr.78.24. Thrice happy they, whofe tents around pf.iu.r^ Such heavenly bleffings ftill are fpread! John 6. Whcfe cup is with falvation crow^n'd, 2 1.3 2,3 3" Their board with true and living bread! Rom. -5. Praife him whofe mercies know no end, ^^Chr ^^^ ^^ ^ vafter fum arife ts 9. Than fins themfelves ; for thefe extend Pf. 108.4. Xo heaven, but thofe above the fkles. HYMN Hymn j/. Lord's fupper. 135 HYMN XXXVII. \^As the 100 pfahn^ OThers may tell of famous things Done by their heroes and their kings ; The Lord we ferve, them all exceeds Rom. 5. For mighty fufFerings, mighty deeds. 7, %. The torments he has undergone, iPet. i. The glorious trophies he has won, ^^' Armies of wondring angels caufe Rev. $. To fill the heavens with loud applaufe. *^' '^• Deep in our breafts let us record iCor. u. The ftory of our dying Lord : 24,25,26. As we his kind memorials view, Mat. 2s. Our wonder, and our fongs renew. 3o- From heaven the Lord of glory came, Jam. 2. r. On earth to bear reproach and (hame ; ifa. 50. c. Thefon of God his face to veil, John 1. 14. AlTumes a body weak and frail, The king of kings a crown adorns, ^^^- J?. Inftead of gems, all fet with thorns: jfa ^ ^^ He whom the angels prais'd and bleft, compard Is made the rabble's fcorn and jelt ru;i/^john The meek, the juft, the holy one Mat.21.5. Under the weight of fin does groan. Afts3.i4, The prince of life would learn to die, phii. 2. 6 And be as low as he was high. 7, ». K 3 He 1 34 Hymns for the Hymn 57. I Tim. 4. He that diftrlbutes crowns and thrones, Rev 7 21 Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans: A57,i8 A penitent behind him flood, Whom love had thither brought. She with devotion kifs'd his feet, Bath'd *em with flowing eyes ; Then drys 'em with her fpreading locks. And fragrant oil applies. 'Twas love thefe funeral tears prepared Ver. 47. Before her Lord was dead ; ^^^- ^^* 12. Officious love fupply'd the balm Before his wounds had bled. Her faith the virtue of his blood Apply'd, before 'twas fpilt -, To wafh her foul from every flain. And expiate her guilt. o wain her loul from e And expiate her guilt. I John 1, 7. The Saviour's fympathizing heart Her pious forrow feels 3 Commends her faith, her love applauds, Ver. 47. His pard'ning grace reveals. ^^' Thus every foul fucceeds, that bows At the redeemer's feet ^ Thofe who repent, believe and love, Chrift at his table meet. K 4 The \26 Hymns for the Hymn 35^. Rom. s. The motions of thy fovereign grace, -o, ->• Lord, let no fin controul 5 Forgiving glances from thy eyes Will ravifli every foul, Thefe faithful pledges of thy love Declare thee ftill the fame : i.ui-. 1 2. For thefe memorials of thy crofs ^^' We praife thy facred name. HYMN XXXIX. [As the 100 pfalm.] Gjli-. 20. i^^OME, let us go and die with him, \^ Who vs^as content to die for us ; Ifa. 55, 5, Let's wound and crucify thofe fins ^' That nail'd our Saviour to his crofs. z Cor. 7. ]VIay holy indignation raife ^ ^' A jull revenge in every breaft ! rr. 97. TO. May every foul, that Jesus loves, The very thoughts of fin deteft ! Rom 2. Hence all ye viprous brood of vice, ^' ^' That bring a train of cndlefs woes ; O how I loath and hate you now, As mine, and as my Saviour's foes ! A^s 2. Yours are the bloody hands that feiz'd, '■^' That bound, that buffeted, tlvat flew f I). 3. 1 4. The Lord of life, and on the crofs ^^> Ypur poifon'd arrows at him threw. You Hymn 3 9. Lord's fupper. 1 3 y You are the barbVous enemies, Luke 19. Who ftill refule that Chrift fliould reign ^ ^4; ^^^ Juftice demands you fliould be drag'd Numb. 15. Without the camp, and there be flain. 5'>- ^ Heb. 13. 11,12,13, Hence all your vain deluding arts, Heb. 3.1 5. Which the unwary foul beguile ; Thefe have no charms for one that fees Gal. 6.4. Redeeming mercy on him fmile. Rev T 12 My robes, when wafli'd in facred blood, j^, ' Shall I again with blots deface ? My foul, by grace advanc'd to heav'n, Luke lo; Shall I again to hell debafe ? 15, Prevent me, O almighty grace ! Nor let me e'er fo treacherous prove, To crucify my Lord afrefli, Heb. 6. 6. And render hate for all his love ! ^ V *°'' His life the model be of mine : ^ ^^^* *• His word the rule to guide my ways ; col. 3. i5. His crofs the death of all my crimes ; Rom.^.tf. His love the fubjed; of my praife. ^^^v- 5- ^• HYMN 138 Hymns for the Hymn 40. HYMN XL. Heb. li. y grp ^ij^ who enter Sions gate, 'Pfal. loe. M i And in God's facred courts attend, 4- Praife him before his holy feat, Eph/3! Whofe mercy knows no bounds or end. 18, 19. ^^^•^°5'-To the foul's inward harmony Pfa.ioo.i. Join thefweet mufick of the tongue; I Cor. H'No jarring thought admitted be, ^^•, ^^ Nomind untun'd, no heart unftrung, Rom. 8. 3*' Praife him, who did not fpare to fend Hcb. 10. From heaven his own eternal fon, *°' To veil himfelf in flefh, and end ^'^^'^'^'That life in blood which tears begun. Job. 1.18. p,.^j|-g ^j^^^ redeemer, who forfook Phil. 2. O, % r r^ ' r t > i 7, 8. The bolom 01 his rather s love ; z Cor. $. 'Xhe guilt of finners on him took, l('.^^Thc pain without the crime to prove. Mat. g.i^.^j^j praife that bright immortal dove, Rom. 5.$. Who contrite hearts with joy infpires, And {heds abroad redeeming love. To warm our breafts with holy fires. 1 John 5. O praife the facred three in one, 7- To whofe love, wifdom, Pow'r, we owe 2 Tim. I. That blifs which is in time begun, io» But fhall with time no period know. HYMN Hymn 4 1 • Lord's ftipper. \ j 9 HYMN XLI. THe fun of nghteoufnefs has fliin'd, ^^'[^^^- ^'' And God's new cov'nant has reveal'd -, 78. Chrift's hand the facred bond has fign'd, "^^ S-^- His blood the facred bond has feal'd. Lute 22^* 20. His numerous promifes affiire Salvation on his father's part : 2 Cor. i. Salvation can't but be fecure, .^^• When purchased v^ith his bleeding heart, jj^i^/i^. The kind teftator freely dies, ^'^- ^^' To ratify this teftament : The facred dove from glory flies, Mat. i.\6: To gain the finners free confent; John 16. The table of the Lord difplays The dear memorials of his love : Luke 22. The church belov^ applauds his grace, ^' In concert w^ith the church above. ptLI'i^. Lord, when we gave ourfelves to thee, 2 Cor. 8. Drawn by the charming bands of love, ^' ^ We vowM for ever thine to be, 4. And by thy grace will conftant prove. ^ Pet. 5. Thee we have always gracious found, pfal. i6. Thy promifes are firm and true : 1(7)'^^* Thetyes wherewith our fouls are bound, ,oV. "^' We now moil folemnly renew. Command, 140 Hymns for the Hymn 41, Ads 9. ^-Command, and we'll obey thy call ; Marks. ^,^,jj ^^j^^ ourcrofs, and follow thee John 18. To prlfon, to the judgment-hall, ^^' Without the gate to Calvary. ch. 19. ^ -^ 26, 27. ^ Cam. 1. Since thou art ours, may we retain l^\ ,^ Thv facred ima2;e which we bear : Col. $.10. - p pfa. 119. oince we are thine, may we remain 38- Ever devoted to thy fear. 1 chr. 29.0urfelves to thee, Lord, we refign, ^^--^^' . AH we poffefs to thee belongs ; j^V^ Thou haft our vows, our hearts are thine, And thou flialt ever have our fongs. HYMN XLII. \^As the 100 pfa Im.] /^lOme, let us blefs the glorious name 22, 2:'. V^ Of our great prince L?2manuel -, Pfa. 8^. Who from heav'ns higheft regions cam.e, '^'' To fave us from the loweft hell. Aas 5.1$. Nor did this prince of life difdain I Tim. 5. ^^ mortal body to aflume ; ifa! 53. To live in forrow, die in pain, 3» 4- And be interred within a tomb. Mar. 27. Rom. 5. That men, by guilt of life bereav'd, ' ' • Might have their numerous crimes forgiven; Rom.5. 10. Rebels might be to grace receiv'd, Heb. 12. T' inlaro;e the family of heaven. Th'an- Hymn 43' Lord's fupper. 141 Th' angelick hoft this grace admire, ' Pet. i. Which reconciles apoftate man ; To found that myftick deep defire, Heb. 9.5. Contriv'd before the world began. Eph. i. 4, They with foft mufick fiU'd the air, Luke a. When firft our Saviour drew his breath : M' M» They chear'd his mind oppreft with care, Luke'^ii!' When tempted, and approaching death. 43. They now around his throne above Rev. 5.1 1, To heav'nly ayres their voices raife y ^J-- With humble joy that grace approve u^^ \^\ Which yields 'em endlefs fongs of praife. While they loud HalkhijaJjs fing Above our notes, our thoughts above; i. In glad Hofannas to our king We'll fing of reconciling love. Rev. 19. Mar. 21. 9. HYMN XLIIL Ehold the Saviour of the world Embru'd with fweat and gore. vf-,*. , , Expiring on that Ihameful crofs, Where he our forrows bore ! Compaflion for loft human race j^^b. 2: Brought down heav'n's only fon, u, i^, To veil in flefli his radiant face, Heb^^^' ' And for their fins atone. Who 1^2 Hymns for the Hymn 44. Who can to love his name forbear, 1 Per. I. That of his fufferings hears, 18, 19. And finds the ranfom of his foul Was blood as well as tears ? Afts 10. Thy facred blood, O fon of God ! 18. Which ran from many a wound j Pfal. 22. When earth^s and helFs malicious powVs »*> ^3- All compafs'd thee around: Till death's pale enfigns o'er thy cheeks John 19. And trembling lips were fpread; ^°* Till light forlbok thy dying eyes. And life thy drooping head. ifa. U' Joy for thy torments we receive, f' ">' Life in thv death have found ; R.eV- 7» "^ - i^^ i^j For the reproaches of thy crofs &c. Shall be with glory crown'd. I John 4, May we a grateful fcnfc retain '^* Of thy redeeming love ! I John 3. And live below like thofe that hope ^' To live with thee above ! HYMN XLIV. Cor I Tl^Z"^^^^ ^'^y love's pledges we receive z6, ' ' VV In this blefl: fupper, Lord, we fee Pfal. ii(?. "Wiiat grateful tribute, what returns **' Of love and praifewe owe to thee. O may Hymn 44* Lords fupper. 145 O may thy altar's holy fire iTa. 6. 5, Inflame our hearts, refine our tongues ! ^^' May love divine our breads infpire 3^ 4.' With heav nly thoughts, and heav'nly (ibngs ! Tho to extol thy wondrous grace ^P^- J« Our thoughts and w^ords too low will prove ; job '27. Thou, Lord, wilt ne'er refufe a fong 19,20/ From any heart that's tun'd with love. While to thy crofs we turn our eyes, And there thy agonies review ; i^^* 5s.4» What we delerv'd, but thou haft born, ' Thy wounds, thy groans, thy torments (ihew. While terror o'er thy foul was fpread. Thy cruel foes reviling ftood ; Mat. 17, While clouds of wrath burft on thy head, ff^* ^ They bath'd their hands in facred blood. 10. The fun aftonifh'd hid his face, M^^- ^t'. The heavens a fable garment wore; X]r, And pow*r to take it up again. Ifa. $2. Thy body, once w^ith wounds deformed, 14- Does now with heav'nly glory {hine, frills. Adorned, and made a temple fit For fuch a beauteous foul as thine. Gal 2. 20. ^g Qj^^g upon the curfed tree '* ^* Our fins, with thee our Saviour, dy*d: 21. Rev. 7. 9, So, Lord, we hope to rife like thee, ao, 6cc. p^^^ £j^g ^Yiy triumphs at thy fide, HYMN XLV. ?r. 84. '-TTTOw 2;lorIous is this holy place, Gen. '28.^* IJL Where bread of life is giv n ! 16, 17. This furely is the houfe of God ! This is the sate of heav'n ! D' Jefus, the mafter of the feaft, Vouchfafes his prefence here ; I Cor. 10. The cup of blefljng pafles round, ^^' The picas guerts to chear. Cant. I i. Dainties that royal tables bear, *^' "* And bow's of ruddy wine, Car't Willi this nobler board compare, Crown'd with a feafl: divine, I Hence, Hymn 45- hord's [tipper, 145^ Hence falthlefs doubts, defponding fears Mat. 9.2. No more our joys moleft : " ^^* Hence all vain thoughts, and vile defires Rom. ^. No more our fouls infeft. 2. Can linners doubt their pardon, when Their judge upon them fmiles? ^P^* 5- 2. Can they ung;ratefully rebel, Whom Jelus reconciles ? ^°"^' ^^' The merit of his blood can calm Heb. 10. The foul with guilt oppreft : 22. The torments of his crofs can make Ch. 9. 14, The foul all fin deteft. Jefus, we lift our hearts to thee, John 3. To thee our longing eyes ; ^7'* V' To thee our folemn vows addrefs. To thee our ardent cries. 10. O may our fins, that made thee bleed, Gal. i.2o» All on thy crofs expire ! O may the joys, thy banquet gives, pr. ^4. 2„ Equal our warm defire ! ^^"'- 2. 3, 4. So (hall we mount upon the wings Of chearful hope and love -, And here begin the fongs that we Rev. 7. Shall better fing above. Vol. IV. L HYMN 1 4 6 Hymns for the Hymn 46. HYMN XLVI. p{j. pr'i7'i5- And from his \Voiinds, when open'd there, John i^/ O fee what crimfon rivers flow ! 34- Plung'd in thefe flreams, our guilty fouls i John i, Purg'd from their numerous fins fl:iall be :7- Juflice and mercy, tho provok'd Rom. -. By us, O Lord, are pleased with thee. ^6. Mat. 5.1 7, O lamb of God ! who bor^ft our guilt, To thee immortal praife belongs: Rev. 7^^' While we thy love and fuflfering fing, ii> i-- Angels ihall hear, and join their fongSi Luke 2i 13, 14. HYMN XLVII. JEfus ! O word divinely fweet ! Mat. i. How charming is the found ! ^ ^* What joyful news ! what heavenly fenfe 8,^9.^^° ^" In that dear name is found ! Our fouls were guilty, and condemned ^^^' >• In hopelefs fetters lay ; \[^{^^ 2. Our fouls with numerous fins deprav'd, i^. To death and hell a prey. ^°^* ^' Jefus, to purge away this guilt. Col. 1. 14, A willing vidim fell ; And on his crofs triumphant broke Col. 2. The bands of death and hell. 14, 15.' L 2 Our 1 48 Hymns for the Hymn 48. Heb. 2. Our foes were mighty to deftroy : Ads^2 -^^ mightier was to fave : 24—28. He dy'd : but could not long be held A pris'ner in the grave. Heb. 7. Jefus ! who mighty art to fave, ^^' Still pufli thy conquefts on : Extend the triumphs of thy crofs Ma]. T. Where'er the lun has fnone. 1 1. Heb 2. O captain of falvation ! make ^°* Thy pov^er and mercy known : pfal. no. That crouds of willing converts may 1. 25 3. Worfliip before thy throne. HYMN XLVIIL [As the 100 pj aim,'] (prove 'Tf^Hou hall: overcome : Lord, who can 1% M * i Invincible to heavenly love ? Pf. 45. 2, y[y conquered foul I muft refign 5'4> 5- 'Yo that victorious arm of thine. Ads 2. Thy grace, whofe wondVous pow'r imparts 37 The tend'reft fcnfe to flinty hearts, 9, 10." "^ My uimoft foul with love infpires, And mixes joy with pure deiires. For I Hymn 4 8 . Lord's [upper . 149- For who, my Lord, can love like thee ? ^P'^- ^ Whofe love was e'er lb great, fo free ? , p^[^ [^ Angels may well admi'e the flame: 3* But they have never felt the fume: Nor men whom nature has ally'd, Rom. 5. Or ftridell: bonds of friendfhip ty'd, /' ^' Who ever did his life expofe. To ranfom his ungrateful foes ? ^^''' '^* But thou, O Son of God, dldft take Frail human nature for our fake ; ^i^^'- 2. 7. The griefs of human life didft try, '^•5 3-4- And on a crofs for rebels die. This offering well deferves that we 1. ' ^* Should facrifice ourfelves to thee ; And where we owe fo vaft a debt, d. h* 7> To pay our homage ne'er forget. ^' ^' To thee, in whom we live and move, j,\ '* We give our praife, we give our love : Gal. 1. To thee, on whom our fins were laid, ^°' Whofe blood was for our pardon paid. Eph L* 7*. To thee, who mak'ft us priefts and kings \ R^v. i. e. Priefts to attend on holy things, And kings to reign with thee above, i Pet. 2. Tn realms of blifs and endlefs love. \' HYMN 1 5 p Hymns for the Hymn 49, HYMN XLIX. [y^s the 100 pfdlf^J^ John 19. '^ I ''Is finiih'd, the redeemer crys ; ^"' JL Then lowly bows his fainting head \ And foon th' expiring facrifice Sinks to the regions of the dead. 'Tis done — the mighty work is done ! For men or angels much too great -, Heb I, Which none, but God*s eternal fon, Or wcuid attempt, or could complete, 'Tis done^— his tears,his groans, and wounds. His fweat and blood, his pains and toils, ( oi. 2V^''^^J^'^y with deathlefs glory crowns, !4, i'^. With trophies, and triumphant fpolls. ^^' ^'^* Ilell's broken troops find no defence : 1 Cor. 15. gj^^ ^;^ ^j^^ ^z'X\h itfclf Js (lain : ^5, 57. Hope, peace, love, joy and innocence G.ii. 5.22. Return to dwell on earth again. rr. 40. ^, ^j-|,^ co;iqucror falls a facrifice, Hcav'n's jufl rcfcntments to appeafe : pr. S^io. Jyflice with mercy now com ply s, ^5^^' ^* Both with the finner's pardon pleas'd, Heb. 3 r;."'Tis done, — old things are pajft away, 2 Cor. ^. y^,^^j ,^ j^,^^^ {x2i\z of things begun ; Heb. 2. ^, A world whole age tecls no decay, ^^^■^^- But lliri]] out-lafi the circline fun. ^Ukej.:? ^ A Hymn 50. Lord's Jupper. 151 A new account of time begins, When our dear Lord refign'd his breath, ^^^f- -^« Charg'd with our forrows and our fins, \{^^ ^^^ Our lives to ranfom by his death. 28. Once he wasdead 5 now lives and reigns Rev. i. Where angels his great deeds proclaim: i^; Let's tell our joys in pious ftrains, S— 14." And fpread the glory of his name. HYMN L. \^As the 100 pfalm.] THus we commemorate the day ^^^' ^^* On which our deareft Lord was llain j^^' ^^'^ Thus we our pious homage pay, Till he appears on earth again. i ^^^' » i- Come, dear Lord Jefus, quickly come, Rev. 22. Why ftay thy chariot-wheels fo long ? ^°' Thy church below, thy other home, 1$. 9, 4. Shall welcome thee with many a fong. ^^^P- '9» Conae, great redeemer, open wide Rev. ic. The curtains of the parting fky : ^'* On a bright cloud in triumph ride, Pf^l* xg. ' And on the wind's fwift pinions fly. 9* io» Come, king of kings, with thy bright train, Rev. 19. Cherubs and feraphs, heavenly hofts : ^^^ AiTume thy right, enlarge thy reign 31/ As far as earth extends her coafts. P'^^^- 2» ^ L 4 Come,'^'''- 1 5 ^ Hymns for the Hymn 5 o. Phi. 2. 7- Come, Lord, dildain not to come down And rule, where thou waft fcorn'd before : Rev. 5.9. How well that head becomes a crown, Which cruel thorns fo meekly bore ! (ftood, Rev. II. Come, Lord, and where thy crofs once ^- There plant thy banner, fix thy throne j jT il^' And ftain the ground with rebels blood, 14, i\ Wnich once was purpled with thy own. Mar, If. Come, Lord, what thy weak reed began, P;a'- 1.9- Complete by thy ftrong iron rod : ^^^' ^* Once thou wer't feen a dvins; m^ji, Heb 2.1 4. Now lliew thylelf the Jiving God. Rev. 7- i' HYMNS HYMNS Composed for the CELEBRATION O F T H E Holy Ordinance O F B A P T I S M. Luke 1 5. 10. ' ^ f^y **^fo yoUy there is joy in the pre- fence of the angels of God^ over one finner that repenieih* Mf HYMNS FOR BAPTISM. HYMN I. ^ U R Lord, when cloth'd with "^^^ mortal flefli, Tho free from every finful ftain, i Tan. 3- Wou'dbe baptized, that men to J/* , „ . ^ ' Heb. 7.25. trace His facred fteps might not difdain. Mat. 3.15. Nay more — he was all plunged in tears, ^^b. 5. ;• And bath'd in bloody fufferings too : What fountain was requir'd to wafli Our guilty fouls, his wounds will fliew ! Heb.j.ia. Thy 15^ Hymns for Hymn 2. ijoh.i.7.Thy blood, dear Lord, can cleanfe from This in our baptifm we confefs 3 (fin : pral.5r.2. 'Tis for its cleanfing virtue we Our prayers and vows to thee addrefs. Rom.<5. Bury*d with great folemnity ^' ^' In thy baptilmal fepulchre, We are reviv'd, and rais'd again, Rev. 19.8. White robes of righteoufnefs to wear. And, as thy facred word declares. At the great refurreftion-day Phil. 3. 21. Our bodies fhall be rais'd and changed. Rev. 7. 9. And be adorn'd with bright array. HYMN II. TH E facred body of our Lord, Which on the crofs had bled, j7; Tiiiee days lay bury'd in the grave, 40. And then rofe from the dead. Luke 14. His prefence the defponding hearts 3^- Of his difciples chears : John CO. His voice they hear, his fears furvey^, 20—28 Which banifli doubts and fears. Luke 24. Explaining oracles divine, 32- Their ears and fouls he charms ; His order to convert the world, Their drooping courage warms. For Hymn 2. Bapttfm. 157 For thus the mediator Ipoke, " All power in earth and heaven ^^^- ^^- *' To me, triumphant o'er the grave, " Is by my father giv'n. 18. " Go therefore teach the nations all Ver. 19. ** What you have learned of me; Mark r^. " Baptize 'em in the awful name ^5' ^^* '' Of the eternal Three. " Teach 'em whatever I command , Ver. 20. " My pre fence I a flu re, *' To crown your labours with fuccefs, *' While heaven and earth endure. Lord ! we thy wondrous grace adore, Thy awful word revere : Thy death and thy revival both Col.i. n. Our baptifm makes appear. ^^"^- ^' The promife of thy prefence now Mat. 18. Does glad expectance raife : ^^' Hope of thy fecond coming fills Heb.^i Our fouls with joy and praife : 28- Luke 21 i 28 'Tis then the dead thy voice fhall hear, joh. 5.25. The dead thy voice obey ; Thy faints, who fleep in duft, awake Dan. 12. To joy's eternal day. mk4. 14,15,1^. HYMN 15^ Hymns for Hymn ^i HYMN IIL Mat. 1 1. f^ O M E, lowly fouls, that moufn, ^^- Y^ Deprefs*d with guilt and fhame : ReVi.^S.Wafh'd in your Saviour's facred blood, Afts 22. Now call Upon his name. ifa. 57. Rejoice, ye contrite hearts, ^i* . ^ That tremble at his word, Cn. 6 b. 2. •'11 1 > 1 Tit. 5. 5. In the bapnlmal laver plung d, Wa:. 3. 13, ^g ^as your humble Lord. Bath'd ill repenting tears, The fins which you deplore, I Cor. 15. Dead in your Saviour's grave fliall lie^ ^5' 5^»^7. And fhall be feen no more. Gal. ^. 24. liev.19.8. Come, pious candidates, ch. 3.4. Of grace and glory too : Vi.C6, i6.Praife your Redeemer's love ; and tell What he has done for you. Unfpotted robes you wear , 2?, 27. Your fighs to fongs are turn d ; ifa. 61. Garments of praife adorn you now., 2? 3- Who late in afhes mourn'd. Col. 3.1,2. Your Lord and you are rifen, ]oh. 17. Afpire to things above: 22, 23,i4.^j^^j,g he refides, there you fhall dwell Rev. 22.5. In realms of light and love. HYMN Hymn 4- "Baptifm. ij^ HYMN IV. WHEN th* antient world God's pa-^en. 6. 5, tience try'd, '' 7* And long his threatning vengeance dar'd, ^ Pet. 5.' The righteous Noah favour found, ^^* ^^' His family alone was fpar'd. Gen. 6. 8, 9. In fecret chambers of the ark ch. 7. They all fecure from danger He, n— 14« When th* ocean^s banks were broke, and floods Burft thro* the windows of the sky. Proud waters o'er the mountains roll, Ver. 19; And common ruin widely fpread ; Yet the blefs'd patriarch's houfe furvives,Ver.23; When all mankind befide were dead. At the Almighty's awful word ch. 8. Th' obfequious floods retire again ; And Noah from his myflick tomb Peoples the ruin'd earth with men. ch. 9. i. So to reflore a world overwhelmed iPet. 3. With guilt and mis'ry, dead in fins, ^^: ^ ^ 2; Our Saviour rifing from the grave, Rom.* 5! * Another race of men begins : 24. ° Col. 3. 10. New creatures of a heavenly form, 2 Cor. 5: Whofe fouls his facred image bear 5 !7/ While^^-^-'^- 1 6o Hymns for the Hymn ^. Rjin. 6. While dead to fin they live to God, ReV.^3.* 5. ^^^ fpotlefs in white robes appear. Ram. 6,1, Bury'd in their redeemer's grave, ' J^'^- 5- With him they live, with him they rife 5 Ver. 19. While the loft race of human kind Mat. 2 J. Deluged with fin and ruin lies. 28, -.9. ^ Philip. 3. O happy fouls, whom grace revives ! 20, z,i. Their bodies too their Lord will raife, Refin'd and fit for holy fouls, I joh.g.2.To fee his face and fin^ his praife. Rev. 5. 9, or 10. HYMN V. Mat. 5. 13.^ |"^Hus was the great Redeemer plung'd J^ In Jordan's fwelling flood ; Heb. 5. 7.To fliew he'd one day be baptiz'd Luk. 12. ifj tears, in fweat, and blood. 44. Thus was his facred body laid Col. 2. 12. Beneath the yielding wave : Thus was his facred body rais'd Out of the liquid grave. When lo ! from realms of light and blifs Mat.5. 1^. The heavenly dove comes down, Lights on his venerable head. Which rays of glory crown. While his eternal father's voice Ver. 17, An awful joy excites s This Hymn 6. Baptifm, i($i This is my well-beloved fon. In whom my foul delights. c< cc The myftick rite his death defcrib'd, Rom. 6 ^, His burial did forefhew ^* ^^' The quickening of his facred flefh^ His refurredion too. Lord, thy own precept we obey. Mat. zg. In thy own footfteps tread, Um.2 i< We die, arebury'd, rife with thee C0I.3. j. From regions of the dead, ^* O may the fpirit of truth and love John 14. His power on us difplay, ^7- Approve our vows, and feal our fouls Eph.4.30. To the redemption-day 1 o HYMN VI. Blefs'd Redeemer ! in thy fide Joh. 19. Upon the crofs was made a wound, 54, 35. The bath where we are purg'd from fin, i joh. 1.7. And where our p;uilt's intirely drown'd. ^'^^^^ 7. ^ -' 19. Water and blood hence freely ran, i Joh. 5.5. And on the trembling earth were fpilt 3 ^*^^* ^7- Water to fandtify and cleanfe, y-J ^. , Blood to atone for crimfon g-uilt. Heb.5.2i. o This wondrous grace to reprefent Afts22, Baptifmal waters were defign'd, '^• Vol. IV. M In \6i Hymns for Hymn 5. Mark 1.9. In which thou, Lord, waft bury 'd too, Mat.3.i5,rj.^^j^y great father's will refign'd. Thus penitents who die to fin, With thee are bury'd in thy grave 5 Col.i. li.rpj^^g quicken'd to a life divine, 5, &c. 'Their fouls a refurredtion have. And tho their bodies turn to duft. This holy fymbol does affure, Luk. 14. The refurreftion of thejuft ^t. Shall render them all brip;ht and pure. I Cor. 1 $. 01 42,43344. ph;i.3.2i.Made like his body ours fliallbe, Col. 3. 4. When Chrift, who is our life, appears ; ,jo. Who to procure us lire, was once Mark lo. Baptiz'd in his own blood and tears. 38. HYMN VIL Exod.14. \17KEN from Egyptian flavery y Y The Hebrews were redeemed The parted feas and covering cloud A grave to Ifrael feem'd : But foon the joyful tribes emerge, And ftand upon the fhore, Exod. 15. Wi'.h grateful hearts and tuneful tongues Their faviour's name adore. Exod. 14. He made th' obfequious waves retire, i^' His favourite tribes to fave , Made Hymn 8. ^aptifm. 165 Made them a way to liberty, ^^^' ^^> Where Egypt found a grave. g/^. 27, 28, Thus Jacob's fons baptiz'd of old ^ Co"*- lo- To Mofes in the fea, '' *' Sav'd by God's arm, themfelves devote ^xod, 20. His ftatutes to obey. ch. 19. 4 9. Rom. 6. 11—18. So from the bondage of our fiiis, Redeemed by fovereign grace. We thro' his watry fepulchre ^^l' ^•'^' Our faviour's footfteps trace. Our fins, the v^orft of enemies. Are bury'd there and drown'd ; Col q <. To a new life our fouls are raised, q^\[ 2. 20* With tender mercy crown'd. ^ Col. 2.15* To thee, O Jefus, may we live^ Rom. 14. Devoted to th y fear : 7» ^> 9* Thee will we love, thee will we praife, i john 5. And all thy laws revere. »i 2, 5. HYMN VIII. TH E great Redeemer we adore. Who came the loft to feek and fave ; Luk. 1 9* Went humbly down from Jordan's ftiore, ^^ To find a tomb beneath a wave- ^^' ^ ^' " Thus it becomes us to fulfil Vcr. 1$. " All righteoufnefs, he meekly faid : M 2 Why 1 64 Hymns for Hymn 8 . Why fliou'd we then to do his will. Or be afham'd, or be afraid ? With thee into thy watry tomb, Lord, 'tis our glory to defcend j Rom. 6. 'Tis wondrous grace that gives us room 3, 4, &c. rj.^ jj^ inter'd by fuch a friend ! But a much more tempeftuous flood Luk* ^ ^* O'erwhelm'd thy body and thy foul : 44. ' That's plung'd in tears, and fweat, and Mat. 26. blood, ch. 27 46. ^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ black terrors roll. Yet as the yielding waves give way, To let us fee the light again : So on thy refurreftion-day A£is I. z4. The bands of death proved weak and vain. iCor. 15. Thus when thou flialt again appear, 5^' 53* The gates of death fhall open wide j joh.5.25. Our duft thy powerful voice fhall hear. Shall rife and triumph at thy fide. Thefe now vile bodies then fhall wear Mat. 17. a. A glorious form refembling thine : Rev. 20. To be diffolv'd no more fhall fear, Ch 11 ^^^ ^^^^ immortal beauty fhine. 4. HYMN Hymn y. Baptifm. 165 HYMN IX. WHen fam'd Bethefda's waters flow'd, J^h. ^ 2, By a defcending angel mov'd j ^' '^* The wondrous pool a fovereign bath For every pain and ficknefs proved. Hither diftemper'd crouds repair. Hither the feeble, lame and blind -, The firft who fteps into the fpring, Leaves his difeafe and pains behind. That languifliing and dying fouls A nobler cure might freely meet. The fon of God came down and ftirr*d Baptifmal waters with his feet. M^^- 3*i3» Lord, 'tis but juft we follow thee, 1 Pet. 2. ' Who didfl: not fcorn to lead the way, ^'' Where we juft fee the vale of death, Rom. 6. Then view the refurredtion-day. 3j 4, &c. Happy ! who hafte into the flood john 5. 7. Where healing virtues ever flow. Where filthy lepers clean are made, ifa. 55.4, The blind to fee, the lame to go : Mat. 8.16, 17. Where contrite fpirits heal their wounds, ifa. ^i. 1. And broken hearts aflTuage their pain ; cb.57.15. The dead themfelves new life infpires, j^j^ They breathe, they move, and rife again, coi. 3. i. M 3 With \66 Hymns for Hymn to. With lowly minds, and lofty fongs, Let all admire the Saviour's graqe, I joh. j.r.TiU the great rifmg-day reveal Rcv.i.i^.Th' immortal glory of his face. HYMN X. Mat. 5.15. jN fuch a gave as this X The meek Redeemer lay, Luke 19. When he, our fouls to feek and fave, Learu'd humbly to obey. ^J^^- '• See hov^ the fpotlefs lamb Defcends into the ftream ! Mat. 5.1^. And teaches finners not to fcorn What him fo well became. Rom. 6.3, His body fanftifies ^' ^* The falutary flood, j^ ^^^' And teaches us to plunge our fouls iiev.7.14. I'th' fountain of his blood. Oh ! finners, waih away ifa.i. 18. Your fins of crimfon dye ; C0I.1. i2.Bury'd wiih him, your fins fhall all In dark oblivion lie. Col.3.1,2. Rife, and afcend with him, A heavenly life to lead, Heb.2.i4,whQ came to refcue guilty men From regions of the dead. Lord, Hymn ii. Bapttjm. 167 Lord, fee the finner's tears, ifa. 58. 5. Hear his Fepenting cry -, Speak, and his contrite foul (hall live ; i^^. 57. Speak, and his fins (hall die : ]^^^^ ^24. Speak with that mighty voice, Which one day wide fhall fpread Joh.5.2^. Its fummons thro' the earth and fea, • To wake and raife the dead. Rev. 2o« I?. HYMN XL SEE in what grave our Saviour lay, Col.2.ii. Before he fhed his precious blood ; How he marked out the humble way Mat. 3. To finners thro the myflick flood. i3> u« The fun of righteoufnefs his beams, Mai. 4. 2. Tho fo divinely fair and bright, Immers'd in Jordan's fwelling ftreams, Submitting to this holy rite. O Jordan ! honoured oft before ! What greater glory would'ft thou have, Than Chrift defcending from thy ftiore. To find in thee a liquid grave ? Thy ftreams retired on either fide, j^q, .^ To th' holy ark once form'd a way ; A prophet's mantle could divide 1 Kings 1. Thy willing ftreams, taught to obey. ^* M 4 Plung'd 1 68 Hymns for Hymn ii. Plung'd by the holy baptift's hand, Buried in thee our Saviour lies : pfal. 114. Did not thy waters wondring ftand, ^* To fee him die, and fee him rife ? Bleft fepulchre ! where Jefus lay. Which Jefus for us fanftifies ! k^s 22,. gjg^ £qq^ I ^Q ^^^ ^^j. f^^^ away, ch. 2. 38. And fink 'em fo as ne'er to rife. HYMN XII. Hene'er one finner turns to God, With contrite heart and flowing eyes, Luke I. The happy news makes angels fmile, '>7- And tell their joys above the skies. Well may the church below rejoice. And eccho back the heavenly found : Lukci$. " This foul was drad, but now's alive; 52. " This fheep was loft, but now is found. Mat. 1$. See how the willing converts trace ^* The path their great Redeemer trod ; And follow thro' his liquid grave. Mat. II. Yhe meek, the lowly fon of God^ 29» Tit. 3. 5. Here in the holy laver plung'd. Their fouls are cleans'd from every ftain -, Col ^ ^l They die, defcend into the tomb, 2. By grace they live, and rife again. Here Hytnnii. Bapttfm. Here they renounce their former deeds, And to a heavenly life afpire : Their rags for glorious robes exchanged, They fhine in clean and white attire. O facred rite ! by this the nam€ Of Jefus we to own begin ; This is our refurrecflion's pledge, And feals the pardon of our fin. Ads 19. 18 Rom. S.^. Zecn. 5.3. Rev. 3, 5. Ch. 19.8. Afts 19.5* 1 Pet. 3. 21. Aasi.3S. Luke 1 • 14. Glory to God on high be giv'n, Who {hews this grace to finful men : Let faints on earth, and hofts of heav'n, Rev; 7. In concert join their loud amen, 9—12.. A POEM To the Memory of Mr. Timothy Crufo, Late Mi nister of the Gospel; Who departed this Life Novemh, 26, 1697. ■ (^i$ tal'ta fando Temperet a Lnchrymis ? ' Virgil. 7} POEM, ^c. O all the poets then fupinely doze? Will none a funeral-verfe for thee compofe ? For thee, bleft CRUSO, whofc furviving fame Calls for a genius worthy fuch a theme ? Shall only heroes live in elegies ? None weep in poems when a prophet dies ? Shall fcriblers, void of reverence and fhame. With nonfenfe blur thy venerable name ? Strow weeds inftead of flowVs upon thy herfe ? And wrong thy filent dull with barbarous verfe ? And can thy pious friends look coldly on ? And is there none ib juft ? io faithful none, 2 Thy xf^ ji poem to the memory of Thy bed of clay with odors to perfume, And fhed harmonious forrows round thy tomb ? Where nature feems the talent to refufe, Or art ne^er touched the yet unpolifli'd mufe, Ev*n indignation might a verfe produce 5 Can fuch negledt e'er find a juft excufe ? Yet would we rather think the dreadful blow Which in thy death they felt, has ftunn'd 'em fo. That, fcarce recovered from the fad furprize. They think not what they owe thy exequies* O tjiay tliat heav'nly mufe, that did iil- The royal prophet's foul with facred fire, And taught him how to tune his mournful^ Ivre, And mournful voice to forrow's melting ftrains, ' -^lor? When he of Ifrael's princes death complains j When he his Jonathan's lov'd name com- mends, : iVJUi VhilU7^ ^\h' Dear Jonathan, the beft of men, thebeft of :' ,- friends : O may that heavenly mufe my bofom fill ! DifFufe thro' all my foul her worid'rous skill ? While in foft numbers I attempt to tell The grief that wounds our Englifh Ifrael ; Who mifs a beauteous ftar, that did appeat With noted fplendor in the church's fphere. Juft had it climb'd to its meridian height. Then difappear'd, and veil'd its ufeful light* r; We Mr. Timothy Crufo. 17 j We hop'd, ah vainly hop'd ! 'twould long difpenfe Extenfive luftre, and fweet influence. But foon it vanifh'd : for the powers divine Bid it retire, that firft had bid it fhine. Alas ! how foon's the (hort-Iiv'd glory fled ! C RUS O is numbered too among the dead ! Oft has the milky road of late been trac'd By heaven's returning envoys: who have grac'd With {hining fleps the high ethereal way ; While we in vain have begg'd their longer flay. The reverend Annesly, Vincent, Mather, Cole, Whofe glorious names fhine in life's facred roll, 'Mong the triumphant followers of the lamb. But lately to the realms of glory came : And C RU S O now, another man of God, To the fame blifs the fame bright path has trod. O happy fouls ! we envy not your gain. Who on celeflial thrones fecurely reign ; There reap the fruit of all your toil and pain: Yet 'tis but jufl we of our lofs complain. So when the feer to heav'nly manfions flew. And flaming fteeds his lightning chariot drew, His lonely fervant ftruck with deep furprize, Purfu'd the radiant track with wond'ring eyes : My 1 7 (J ji poem to the memory of My father y loud he cry'd, my father s fedy In IfraePs chariot unto glory led. Ah could we but Elifha's portion find, Our prophets facred mantles left behind, Their fpirit doubled on their hopeful fons. We {hould have reafon to reftrain our moans. O London ! with what grace haft thou been crowned! liOng haft thou heard tifee jubil-trumpet's found ; Our Britifti Sion thou, the bleft abode Of Ifrael's prophets, and of Ifrael's God. To thee our priefts, to thee our tribes repait*. In numerous crowds to offer praife and pray 'r: Heav'n fmiles on thee with fuch indulgent rays, T^hy walls falvation^ and thy gates are pratfe. But fear left judgments fill up mercy's place. And days of vengeance follow years of grace : No longer heav'n provoke by daring crimes, To cloud with threatning ftorms thy hal- cyon times. By tears prevent the judgments that impend : Mark well the figns that gloomy fcenes por- tend ; ♦' How faft thy prophets have to heav'n retir'd^ With what litigious heats are others fir'd ! The meflengers of peace themfelves con- -. tend / Their mafter*s feamlefs coat unkindly rend, > Ah ! where will thefe uncomely difcordsv end. -/ Can Mr. Timothy Crufo. i y; Can no kind hands the widening breach' repair. By fage advice, by foftning tears and pray'r ?< No balm in Gilead ? no phyjician there ? But tell me you, who blefTed CRUSO knew, And catch'd the drops of that celeftial dew His words diftiird, who the fweet manna found, That food of angels he difpers'd around ; Tell me what art, what colours can exprefs /That fweet, that humble, and that grave ad- drefs. That graceful voice, that unaffefted air Of piety his countenance did wear. How found his Judgment ! how mature his thought ! His notions to what juft perfection brought ! No flaunting rhetorick in a fwelling flyle His hearers did with empty noife beguile ! Such weighty fenfe in his difcourfes reign*d. The learned and the wife improvement gained : Yet in fuch eafy language he would preach. That truths fublime ftoop'd down to vulgar reach. His fpeech polite, nervous his eloquence ; Not big with airy words, but big with fenfe : For bright ideas, rang'd with curious skill. His mind with light, his heart with warmth did fill, Vol. IV. N And 178 ^ poem to the memory of And from his mouth in decent order flow'd ; While evVy foul that heard, with pious ar- dor glow'd. Zeal mix'd with knowledge, tun'd his charming tongue, And on his lips Suadela*s graces hung;. Now he prophetick oracles unfeal'd, Myflerious fymbols and dark types unveil'd j Obfcurer truths, in parables involv'd, Exposed to light, and dubious texts refolv'd. Now he would fin*s deformity expofe. And all the terrors of the law difclofe : Mount Sinai feem'd again to flafli and quake. Clouds deeply charged with awful thunder | brake ; Men dead in fins would at his voice a-' wake : Seared confciences his powerful words have felt, And flinty hearts would often rend and melt. Now into bleeding fouls, with art divine, He'd pour both healing oil, and cleanling. wine : Now (liev/ the glories of redeeming love, Defer ibe the Saviour's crofs below, and. throne above. O how he touch'd each movement of the mind ! Could various paffions gently loofe or bind ! Raife mild affedions, ruffling thoughts appeafe ! He knew both how to profit and tQ pl^afe : ,-,,,,;e^ M.r n.m ^ ^ ^^^^^"^ Could Mr. Timothy Crufo. i yp Could all the fours internal fprings employ ; Drown us in tears, diflblve us all in joy. In prayer how full of fervor, how relign'd ! How lowly the proflrations of his mind! To what fweet raptures pious minds he'd raiie. When to his Godhebreath'd his foul in praife! His tow'ring foul to heav'n would take her ^ flight, / And dip her plumes in boundlefs floods of > .light, C Praifing, as ifher faith were turned to fight. J Kind angels^ who are always hovering o'er Aflembled faints, while they their God adore^ Applauding^ clap'd their filver wings for joyj To find our heav'n below fo like their hcavn on high. Once all thefe graces that in CRUS O (hone, Gould make us glad : but now they riiake us groan, And groan the more that all this glory's gone, Before declining age prefum'd to fpread Her threatning fnow upon his reverend head. Who with like grace fhall now fupply hi^ room, Since he has changed his pulpit for a tomb ? Pity ! fuch jewels (liould be laid in duft : But we unworthy are 5 and heav'n is jufl:. Ah! that his. tongue fhould now in filence dwell, That fpake fuch wondrous things, and fpake fo well ! N 3 That 1 8o A poem to the memory of That thofe blefl lips which myftick truths reveal'd, Should now with mortal fleep be fliut and feal'd! Infatiate death ! how oft doft thou devour Long years of ftudy in one fatal hour ! So have we fometimes itQW a goodly tree, Improv'd by time to full maturity, Array'd with leaves, with fruit profufely crown'd, Its {hady arms expanded widely round. Above its fellows rear its head on high ; When lo a furious ftorm rolls up the fky, Rends all the boughs, and ftrows the fruit around, Tears up the roots, and throws it to the ground. Yet when, bleft faint, the prince of terrors fpread His dufky (hades o'er thy expiring head, And crowding horrors hover'd round thy bed 'y Thy confcience calm, thy thoughts were*^! all ferene, I Thou knew'fl thy heart, and hands, and I robes were clean, i Wafh'd in thy Saviour's blood from every I ftain ; J : And could'ft with joy look juftice in the face. Seated upon a fmiling throne of grace. And Mr. Timothy Crufo. I 8 1 And tho thy mouldering body lies in duft, Thy nobler foul's inthron'd among the juft ; Weary of this low world, ihe's fled away To the bright regions of eternal day : In that immortal light (he gilds her wings. Always admires, and praifes, loves and fings ; There feraphs teach her their celeftial airs> To fing with fuch a voice and grace as theirs. Nor fhall thy body always fleeping lie. But know what 'tis to rife, as well as die. The parted atoms (hall again rejoin, In a new mould be cafl: by hands divine : Thy clay refined, a heavenly form fhall wear, Bright as the mid-day fun, as angels fair j Again be join'd to thy expecSting mind. In clofe embraces ne'er to be untwin'd. No afihma fhall opprefs thy labouring breath, But thou {halt triumph o'er imperious death ; Shalt fear no danger, feel no torturing pain ; Thy eyes fhall know no tears, thy foul no flain : Thy joys be always ripe, yet always bloom, No clouds eclipfe, nor time thy joys confume; But tides of blifs deluge thy wond'ring foul, And deathlefs pleafures in eternal circles roll. N ^ AN 82 A poem to the memory ^ Sec. l»2 A N EPITAPH, A Preacher pious, learned, humble^ wife^ Who knew ivith wo?2d'rous art how to difpenfe Paul's do5lrine in Apollo s eloquence ^ Under this jl one in eajy Jlumbers lies -, ^ill God Jhall of his duji ajlruBureframe, Immortal as htsfouly and as his name. POEM To the Memory of Mr. Nathanael Taylor, Late Minister of the Gospel. Lachrymas lachrymh mifcere juvat* Senec. Tragced. Agam. N4 tSj POEM To the M E M O R Y of Mr. Nathanael Taylor^ &c. ^T T E M p T, O mufe, the pious talk ; and fhed Melodious forrows on the reve- ^^SH rend dead. No vulgar lofs can make thee weakly groan, To urge another's tears, or feign thy own : But when a man of God in Sion dies, No equal judge will blame thy mournful cries; A caufe fo great, great forrow juftifies : 2 Religion 1 86 A poem to the memory of Religion will indulge fuch fighs as thefe. That juftly wail a holy man's deceafe. Jefus himfelf, the praaice to commend, Wept o'er the grkve of his departed friend. May every pious foul in concert join. And mix their fighs, and mix their tears \vith thine. Defcend into the reverend T A Y L O R's tomb, Survey the limits of that dufky room, Where he refides in manfions of the dead. Where he in filent fhades reclines his head : Viflt a while thofe realms of gloomy nighty And thence emerge again to welcome light: Life from his death thy genius fhall de- rive ; A prophet's bones, when touch'd, have made the dead revive. Vain ftate of man ! prefs'd with fucceeding woes. As wave on wave i'th' rolling ocean flows, Our calms and ftorms rule with unequal fway^ A long dark night veils a (hort fmiling ^ay : Our joys foon die, our forrows long Kirvive, And like Job's fatal meffengers arrive : Before one has his difmal news declar'd A fecond with like tidings comes prepared; And ere this has his tragic ftory told, New fcenes of trouble make the former old. How. Mr. Nathanael Taylon 1 87 How changed our Sion*s countenance ap- pears In the fhort fpace of JTew revolving years ! How many radiant ftars extinft and gone. That in our fphere of late fo brightly flione ! Indulgent heaven's embafladors of grace From an ungrateful world retire apace ; The louder and the fofter voices ceafe The fons of thunder, and the fons of peace: The charming Bates, and the awakening M E D E, Go down to the apartments of the dead ; No more are feen on earth, are heard no more, While we our guilt lefs than our lofs deplore. Many befides the filent tombs immure, Whofe names are fragrant all, and not ob- fcure. Who fiird the breach our crimes fo often made, So oft overcame th' Almighty when they pray'di ^ Stop'd the rais'd thunder he prepared to throw. And warded off the fierce impending blow. Yet might we lefs regret their flight to heaven, Lefs accent might to our complaints be given, If none were feen to quit the church below, But heads adorn'd with venerable fnow -, Whofe long hard labours for ceflTation call, Who like ripe fruit into earth's bofom fall. As 1 S8 A poem to the memory of As fhocks of corn into the barn are ftor'd : Their age might make their exit lefs deplor'd. But when they fall, or in their verdant prime. Or juft matur'd, nor yet decay'd by time ; To fee our faireft flowers not fully blown, Or nobleft plants to their juft ftature grown. When we hop'd long t'enjoy their fcent and fhade, To fee them and our hopes decline and fade , To fee them drop, and moulder into duft, Raifes a grief as great as it is juft. How ufeful, how improved, and how defir^ Was TAYLOR, when his righteobis foul expired ! We faw him enter'd on life's middle ftage, Paft greener youth, nor withered yet with age : Bright images, his notions ftill array 'd, And manly judgment youthful heat allay'd. Study and pray V increas'd his facred ftore, Much he produced, and ftill he promised more. Such was he Ah that fuch he is not ftill ! How many years to come we thought he had • to fill ! O cruel death ! too eager in thy chafe, To ftop him fhort i'th'middle of his race : How is our flattering expectation croft ! How fair a portion of his time is loft ! Quite loft to us thofe bright expedled years! Hence flow thefe fighs, hence flow thefe ftreams of tears* Who Mr. Nathanael Taylor. 1 89 Who now (hall trace his lleps with equal pace, Who fhall with equal luftre fill his place : So well the gofpel-trumpet he could blow. Angels were pleas'd above, and men were charm'd below. His pious labours with fuccefs were crown'd, Returning (inners oft obey'd the found, And made the joy from earth to heaven rebound. The facred oracles he could difpenfe With moving language, and convincing fenfe. His criticks true, and his remarks were fine ; Bright figures made his jufl defcriptions fhine. Abftradled truths in proper garments drefl. Their beauties to each wondering eye confefl. Attentive minds in eafy terms were taught The notions he attain'd by lab'ring thought. An awful majefty his periods led, And foft perfuafion foUow'd what he faid. Blafpheming wits defigning to deride. Laid all their weak artillery afide ; Forgot their impious jefts, and ferious grown, Trembled to hear the facred trumpet blown ; Their fouls fo pierced by every dreadful blaft. That every moment feem'd to be their lafl. While he unveil'd a finner's dying bed, And open'd flaming heaven o'er his head. He made 'em feel what he defcrib'd fo well, The pains of death, and greater pains of hell. His voice was thunder, and his eyes were flame; His words like flafbing darts of lightning came, Cleft 1^0 ^ poem to the }7iemory of Cleft hearts of flone, and melted breafls of fteel; Then made 'em all thofe tender paffions feel With which religion contrite fouls infpires, Suppreffing vile, and kindling puredelires: So led the finner to the cleaning flood, To bathe his confcience in redeeming blood ; The doubting penitent to hope inclined, Stiird the vibrations of his trembling mind ; Appeas'd the waves that once did fiercely roll^ And fpread a calm o'er his admiring foul. O heav'nly fcience ! truly facred. art, To wound a hard, and heal a broken heart ! But we no more that powerful voice fhall hear, That taught men how to hope, and how to fear. Tho ■* Goldfmith's curious art flrives to retrieve His form, and feems again to make him live j Who can, to paint his voice, the fecret find ? Vv^hatmold exprefs the features of his mind? O ihat-fuch talents fliould on earth be fliowDi And then into the duft fo foon be thrown ! So beauteous flo^v'rSj tender as they are fair, Feel rude impreflions from the blafting air: So lofty pines and cedars often prove The thundering-fury of black ftorms above; The fury of the ax beneath 'em feel, While fhrubs avoid the winds, and 'fcape the Heel. * who has madi Mr. Taybr's rffi^ia cunoujly m wax-iuork. Lament, Mr. Nathanael Taylor. 1 9 1 Lament, O London, who waft lately bleft With fuch a prophet's voice 5 and tremble for the reft. Churches have caiife to mourn, and cities When -f angels die, and watchmen fall afleep. Attend long-fuffering heaven's repeated caljs. Attend the joyful found that echoes round thy walls : Rouze from thy ftupid eafe, and thoughtlefs lleep. Weep o'er thy fins, o er thy dead prophets weep : Nor let furviving preachers fpend in vain Their ftrength, and of remorfelefs hearts complain ; Left guilty of their blood, as of your own, You make 'em die,as now you make 'em groan. Their fouls in fecret mourn your harden'd pride. While fome their meifage flight, and fome deride. When fhall true zeal your frozen bofoms warm ; Teach you to weep, and weeping to reform ? Repent your crimes, to God and man ingrate, Left haftning vengeance make flow tears too late. O God of gracCjfufpefid the threa tning doom , Nor ftill go on to call thy envoys home : t M'mifiers are fo call'd in the Revtlation, cha^, ^,Vl- o 101 ji poem to the memory of O not fo oft repeat the dreadful ftroke. To which our frequent fins thy righteous arm provoke. That arm furpriz'd bleft T A Y L O R's foul away. Nor gave us time for fuch a life to pray : No fons of art can ftay his fleeting breath. Nor gain an hour to parle with hafty death: The virtue of their med'cines can't be try'd ; No time's allow'd to have 'em once apply 'd. Happy indeed for him ! whofe towering mind So foon unfetter'd was, fo foon refin'd. His God who oft had heard him meekly groan Under the racking pains of gout and ftone, Mov'd with compaflion, kindly did ordain An eafy death (hould clofe a life of pain. His other half fo lately gone before, Made earth the lefs, and heav n defir'd the more. His foul was from his body difengag'd. As his prophetic wifhlong fince prefag'd; " O may my houfe, faid he, in order be, *' My foul dreft ready for eternity ! " Then let her quit her tottering frame of '' clay, " And in a moment fpeed her flight away: " O may I foon refign my willing breath, '' Without a formal fiege of lingering death ! " Not Mr. Nathanael Taylor. 195 * " Not worn with age, or fpent with tedious '* groans, " As long, long dropping wears away the " ftones ; *' But let me ftart from earth, and mount *' above, *' Where endlefs pleafure reigns with endlefs " love : " One figh's enough, or one afpiring groan, *^ To raife me from my pulpit to my throne. Heav'n heard his fighs, nor difapprov'd his prayer : Defcending angels to his bed repair. With charming whifpers lure his foul away. And to the fkies with fpeedy wings convey. This evening in our ftreets we fee him tread j A few foft hours repofe him on his bed , Th'enfuing morn, fo faft his foul refines, He on celeilial Salem's golden pavement fhines. To him th' uncommon privilege was given To fall afleep on earth, and wake in heaven : No tedious agonies need to untie A foul that's ready to afcend on high, And mourns her exile from her native fky. Sure fome bright vifion charm'd him In the night, Ravifli'dhis foul away with fierce delight : She, eager to purfue the glorious theme. Springs out, and drops her body in the dream ; Vol. IV, O On ip4 -^ poem to the memory of On rapid wings of joy and love afcends, Without a formal taking leave of friends : At glory's brink, loth to return again, Throws off her clothes, and tries th'aethereal main ; Plunges into that ocean of delight, Where hope enjoyment turns, and faith re- fines to fight ; Soon reaches heav'nly Salem's fhining towers, Soon vifits heav'nly Eden's fmiling bowers, Crown'd with delicious fruits, and odorous^ flowers ; Drinks at thofe ilreams which make the an- gels live, And with eternal life, eternal pleafure give. There faints more joys than here we forrows know, Their fongs more conftant than our fighs below. There he receives his Saviour's loud ap- plauie, For lab'ring to '*" aflert his righteous caufe Againft thofe impious fools, whofe blafphe- m.ies Make the earth groan, and dare the patient Ikies ', While the bright hoft of heav'n with loud acclaim Are glad to hear, and glad to fpread his fame. * In his prefer vative a^ainji Ditfm^ and his treatife oftht ntcejjliy offai. h* I There, Mr. Kathanael Taylof. ipj There, happy foul, with glad expeftance wait iThe glory of the refurredtion-ftate : When the fhrill trumpet (hall command aloud Earth to reftore a vaft immortal croud : When the archangel (hall unbar the graves^ Unlock the jaws of the devouring waves. This withered flower fhall then be freflily blown, Shall rife in flrengthj tho now in weaknefa fown. Thy body then fhall in a form appear More bright than that Which angels us*d to wear. When they rrilde vifitS to a prophet's tent. Or were to loofe fome holy prifoner feiit. Thy duft fhall be immortal as thy mind. The texture elegant, the mould refin'd : A heav nly air thy countenance adorn. Bright as the noon-tide fun, fweet as th^ riling morn. So J E S U S on the fhining mount appeared, Where wondring Peter would three tents have reared, Charmed with the fplendor of his Saviour*s face. And two bright friends, that fpoke w'ith fuch a grace. So dazling glorious, and fo heavenly fair. Such were his looks, and fuch his garments were, O 3 No io6 A poem to the memory of No leffer pain, no torturing gout or ftone A fofter figh fhall raife, or deeper groan ; No grating news fhall e'er difpleafe thy ear. Or give thee caufe to drop one fingle tear ; No fad idea to thy mind be brought, To check one fally, or untune a thought. Thou nor thyfelf, nor others {halt deplore. For time and trouble then fhall be no more : But fhalt fublimefl joys for ever prove, "j And in a fphere of conftant glory move, ^ In one eternal round of pureft life and love. 3 Mufe, rein thy fancy's too impetuous flight, Left thou grow blind with fo exceflive light : Too high a flretch may burn thy daring v^ings. Too bold a flroke may break thy tuneful firings. Canfl thou the walks of paradife explore ? And furnifh proper colours from thy flora. To paint the glories of the heavenly flate ? Alas ! thy talent is too fmall, the theme too great. No turns of thought have we, no terms below. To fhew what joys they tafle above, what truths they know : One (ingle moment there prefents to view What here an age of fludy cannot fhew. He that would fing of heav'n with heavenly grace, Muft die, to learn the language of the place j To Mr. Nathanael Taylor. To learn the airs with which a feraph lings Unutterable words, unutterable things. To reach their fongs 'tis worth the while to die, Nor can one ftoop too low, to take a flight fo high. ^97 03 A POEM A POEM TO THE MEMORY O F His late Majesty WILLIAM III. Dignum laude virum mufa vetat tnort. Horat; 04 ;-' ^<* i^>s^ TO THE Right Honourable IFILLIAM, Lord Marquifs oi Hartingtonj The following POEM Is moft humbly dedicated. By the A U T H O r: POEM To the M E M O R Y of K. WILLIAM III. HERE is the tuneful tribe that fang fo well The Britifli hero's acfts before he fell ? That in no vulgar rhimes fo well could ihow. What Britain and the world to William owe ? Thro* fields and floods his ftilning path could trace. Their verfe with his immortal trophies grace ? Did 2 04 A poem to the memory of Did the harmonious nine with him expire. And all foft airs to native fpheres retire? Sure when great fouls to realms of glory go. Poets are left to fpread their fame below. When Ifrael's pious king Jofiah dies, The weeping prophet mourns his obfequies. Smooth numbers firfh were form'd for noble themes, To paint great deeds, and fing illuftrious names. Can you, who by his royal hand were fed. Who prais'd him living,now negledl him dead ? Ev*n ftones will fpeak, if you forbear to fing So good a mafter, and fo great a king ; Great in himfelf, and bountiful to you. Who found in Casfar a Maecenas too. Is it your prelTmg grief, or confcious thought. That you can never praife him as you ought. That makes you ftand amaz'd ? Make an effay, your gratitude to prove ; And if you fhew lefs art, yet (hew more love. Speak, fons of harmony — Mean while excufe The weak endeavours of a timorous mufe. That has with awful filence waited long To hear the fighs of your politer fong. Take up your lyres, and touch the charming firings. To weep the exit of the befl of kings. Tell the fad world, what they already know. Tell 'em Britannia's tears fo largely flow, Becaufe the great, the good king Wi L l i A m's gone : Britannia's tears fhall be your Helicon. 2 Tell king William III. 205 Tell 'em what earth has loft, what heaven has gain'd ; How he fhines there, who here fo brightly reign'd. With his own laurels drefs his mournful herfe, And deck his marble with more lafting verfe. Let diftant (hores with his atchievements ring. While there are pens to wr ite,or tongues to fing. No longer this fo noble talk refufe, Urg'd by t\\ adventure of a humbler mufe ; Who if {he does lefs honour to his name, Yours is the guilt, may yours be all the (hame. Propitious heav'n accepts a pair of doves From willing hands, and from a heart that loves. Can time, or other thoughts, e'er wipe away The deep remembrance of that gloomy day, When the fad whifper thro' our ftreets was^ fpread, Ufher'd by tears, 'The good krng W i l l i A m'i dead ? So great a foul, fo dear a life refign d ! ^ O how his glories frefli occur'd to mind ! What he had done,and what hehad defign'd!. How every brow with heavy clouds v/as dreft, And they lamented moft who knew him beft : What was their joy, 'tis now their grief to know ; What rais'd their pleafure once, augments their woe. True forrow in her pomp at court appears. The city joins her undiffembled tears. ^ ^ To io6 ^ poem to the memory of ^ To every temple weeping crouds repair. Hoping to vent their forrows in their prayer^ United fighs exprefs the common w^oe, Confederate tears to a vafi: deluge flow. The priefts to heaven turn their complain- ing eyes, And interrupt their prayVs with ardent fighs : Their looks, their gefture, and their voice ir changed y Their thoughts no more in wonted order rahg'd : Sobs break their periods to give forrow vent; Their words confused and flow, but tears are eloquent. The doleful news thro' all the nation flies, Strikes every Englifh heart with deep fur- prize : The general grief, the general lofs expreft. And floods of tears the common father's death confell. Grief fits triumphant in the foldiers face^ And in his generous breafl: now finds a place* Never did death to them fo dreadful fiiow In foreign fields, as in this one domefliick blow. Their warlike trumpets make a difmal moan, Their enfigns droop, and drums their trou- ble groan : O how unlike the fame that us'd to go Shouting where William led, to meet the foe ! Thofc king William III. lo^ Thofe whom the grace of his indulgent reign Had long attempted to oblige in vain. Touched with remorfe, deplore his hafty fate. And weep that their repentance is fo late : Ungrateful murmurs into praifes turn, Grudg'd him a crown, but now revere his urn: Confcious of long negleft in former years. What they in duty owe now pay in tears. So faftious tribes unworthily complain Of their deliverer's meek and gentle reign j The deeds of Mofes, and of God forget, Look back on Egypt's (hore with fond re- gret, Slight angePs fare, and fruits of Paleftine, And for Egyptian leeks and onions pine j The fervile task of treading clay prefer To freedom with the glorious toils of war ; Chufe to make bricks onZoan's flavifh coafts. Rather than lodg in tents to ferve the Lord of hofts. But when the prophet to the fky retires. The wondrous lofs a wondrous grief infpires j Thro' the fad camp a general forrow reigns. And fighs, for murmurs, now fill Moab's plains. Thofe confeffors, thofe candidates for heaven. Whom perfecuting rage had hither driven From 2o8 \A poem to the memory of From native fhores, to find a kind afyle In the warm bofom of the Britifh ifle ; Guilty of nothing but adoring God In bold defiance to a tyrant's nod. Who racks mens limbs to put their minds in frame. Burns 'em to guide their confcience by the flame, To fave their fouls devoutly cuts their throats. And to this pious v^ork dragoons devotes, While reverend priefts their approbation fhov7. And glut their bloody eyes with fcenes of woe : Thoie confeflbrs whom blows could ne'er convince That true religion governs fuch a prince, Mourn for a king that made 'em doubly free. With civil and religious liberty; Whofe liberal hands difpens'd his royal {lore. To feed their prophets, and fupply their poon The Belgic lion, touch'd with anguifti, roars, And fends the frightful found to diftanc fhores. Th' imperial eagle flags his drooping wings, Condoling with confederate fliates and kings, Naflau, they cry, the glory of the age, Naflau is gone, the fcourge of Gallic rage; Able to counfel, conquer and command. And hold the ballance in his fleddy hand. Stupendous ^hi^ William III. 2 op Stupendous grief! that fmote us by fur- prize, And fnatch'd away the pleafure of our eyes ! Oft when a nation's numerous crimes have try'd God's patience long, and long for vengeance cry'd ; When pregnant florms come lowering from afar To threaten famine, plague, inteftine war 5 When heaven its juft artillery prepares; Some fignal the impending ftroke declares : Earth in her entrails ftrange convulfions feels ; Shock'd with ill-boding fears, flie quakes and reels ; The fun his radiant head in fables veils ; Or dreadful comets fpread their fiery tails ; Loud peals of thunder tear the lightening air, And falling meteors fhake their flaming hair^ But no fuch frightful figns prefag'd our woe. To give us warning of the coming blow. Secure we lay, nor dreaded future harms. Under the (hade of NafTau's conquering arms. Now thoughts on triumphs paft our joys re- new. And now frefh laurels feem to be in view. Europe had fix'd her eye on him, to be The guardian of her common liberty. Lewis obferv'd his growing intereft fpread. With hate and envy equal to his dread. Vpl. IV. P Buc 2 1 o ji poem to the memory of But O the fickle ftate of human things! How frail the Ufe ! how vain the pomp of kings ! How are we fliipwreck'd in the view of (hore. Our hopes are dalVd ; for William is no more : In every foul grief joins with confcious dread, In every face they both their pallid enfigns fpread. What triumphs did oui* heroes youth pre- fage To crown the toil of his maturer age ? Early he rais'd his country's finking ftate, For doing good he knew was being great : His courage foreign foes could overcome, His patience civil faftions quell at home. Where noxious weeds with deadly juice a- bound, There antidotes oft blefs the neighbouring ground : While Lewis frights the world with pride and rage, William ftands up to prop the drooping age : One age our danger and deliverance brings, Theworft of tyrants, and the beft of kings. When Albion's cries his generous aid im- plor'd. He foon our dying liberties reftor'd : Pvcligion bleft th' afl^ertor of her caufe, And juftice ihiii'd to fee reviving laws: And king William III- 1 1 1 And to inhance the value of the good, 'Twas done without expence of Engllfh blood. The idol-pfiefts his aweful prefence jfhun. And fly like fcatter'd mifts before the fun. Thus by defert rais'd to the crown he wore. He's calFd to rule thofe he had fav'd before ; While nations round applaud Britannia's choice. And own the voice of God was in the peo- ples voice. Nor does he lefs regard Hibernians cries, 6ut thro' rough feas wing'd with deliv'rance flies ; In wonted danger wonted honour gains, Conquers her foes, and breaks her flavifii chains. OBoyne! the world (hall William's valour know, While thy clear ftreams, or time it felf (hall flow. Fame keeps the roll of various places more. Known by his conquefts on the Iri£ti fliore. «. To Namur, when the common fafety calls To plant his enfignsdn thbfe haughty wallSj With daring troops the conquering hero fpeeds, While numerous foes bear witnefs to his deed'^'. P 2 With 1 1 A poem to the memory of With new fuccels, and with frefh laurels crown'd, He ftill proceeds to gather trophies round. Till the proud Gaul a humble friendfhip feign'd, And own'd the title William's merit gain'd. The Macedonian heroes virtues he. And more poffefs'd, from all his vices free j Himfelf as well as others could fubdue ; While he rul'd men, rul'd his own paffions too 'y For Europe's freedom generoufly fought, Thro' glorious hazards common fafety fought ; Inur'd to clafliing arms and roaring waves. To humble tyrants, and unfetter Haves ; Plung'd into ftorms of fire and feas of blood. Not for proud triumph, but for publick good ', Scorning the downy pleafures of a throne, Secur'd our lives, regardlefs of his own ; Scarce thought a glorious aftion hard to do j Scarce thought it great when done, and others were in view : Equally vers'd in art^of war and peace j Laurels and palms he wore with equal grace; Rather endur'd than e'er enjoy'd a crown, ' And more defer v'd than e'er defir'd renown. His cyrace his very foes would reconcile. And rnclc 'em down with a forgiving fmiie. He king William III. 213 He bid them live who had deferv'd to die, And if he err*d, 'twas ftill in clemency. No patriot's guiltlefs blood diftain'd his -* throne, / To pleafe another's humour, or his own, > Nor would he make a tender confcience V groan. J No force but that of reafon could approve, o To fway the judgment, and the paflions move^ To pure religion, which is truth and loye.3 How oft his words the wondering fenate charm' d, And every loyal breaft with ardor warm'd ! For all he faid, like all he did, was great j And when he could command, he would in- treat. His fpeech, the lively image of his mind, Majellick, prudent, gracious, and refin'd, Had won'drous force, and never-failing charms, Bright as his fame, vidlorious as his arms. Abroad 'twas but to fee, and overcome 5 'Twas but to fpeak, and overcome at home : Nothing was wanting in his finifli'd fcnk^ Nothing redundant in his eloquence. Such was the produdl of his ripen'd thought. He fpoke nor more nor lefs than what he ought. Still nervous reafon every fentence ftrung. And ftill his generous heart kept meafure with bis tongue. P 3 What 2 1 jL ji poem to the memory of What crimfon fins, what aggravated crimes, Have heav'n provoked, and ftain'd our guilty times ! Could none but fuch a killing ftroke fuffice. To break our rocky hearts, and thaw our frozen eyes ! O Britons ! fee, too late, what you have loft ! O Britons ! fee what your lov'd lins have coft ! Thefe have your king, thefe have your cap- tain flain. And forc'd his heaven-born foul to heaven a^ gain. How oft have you refus'd to be reformed. When pious zeal his facred bofom warm'd , And from the throne infpird him to declare Againft your vices a religious war ? How oft he call'd to faft, to weep, and pray. While you fupinely ilept your hours away ! He faw great judgments would great fins purfue ; He faw and faid it, unbeliev'd by you. Who now fhall head your armies in the field? Who wave his fword, and who fhall bear his fliield? Who ftiall your troops with generous cou- rage fire, And all around him martial rage infpire ? Who thro' your fquadrons fwift as lightning To give frefli vigour with his fparkling eye. Leading the way to conftant vi(^ory ? His khig William III. 1 1 5' His army was the body, he the foul, T' inform, direft, and animate the whole : In dreadful order firm battalions mov'd, To conquer or to die with him they lov'd ; So brave a chief, fo great a witnefs near, They knew not how to fly, or how to fear. Surprize itfelf cou'd no weak pafllon find, To difconcert the texture of his mind : When he approach'd the confines of the dead, In fields of war, or in a dying bed ; Patient in pain, and calm in every ftorm, Fearlefs he feem'd of death in every form ; In doubtful battel, or on foaming feas. In treacherous plots, or languifliing difeafe. When the faint lamp of life was burning low, And now the tremulous flame was hovering to and fro ; Feeling the bonds of nature difunite, His parting foul prepares her wings for flight. Britain ancj heav'i) now {hare his thoughts and cares ; Britain his counfels has,and heaven his prayVs, Thee, fair Britannia, how he long'd to fee From civil feuds and foreign dangers free ! And tho in view of paradife, could be Almoft content to live again for thee. But *tis decreed; the fatal moment's near. No pray'rs or vows can hold him longer here. Our fainting heads no hopeful omen rears ; Juft heaven rejeds our cries, rejedls our tears. P 4 Calmly 2 1 6 A poem to the memoyy of Calmly expefting death, the hero lies, Till beck'ning angels call him to the fkies. His life was glorious, and ferene his death j His foul the fame, firm to his lateft breath, Prefence of mind in this dark veil retain'd, And no reludlant agony fuflain'd. .So Mofes on mount Nebo fmiling lay, When the almighty kifs'd his foul away. Great Naffau's dawn was like the orient fun, His wond'rous race of glory foon was run. No clouds of envy could his luftre ihroud, And when he fet, he fet without a cloud. Ah ! that fo bright a fun fliould fet at noon, A life fo ufeful Hy away fo foon ! Does heaven fuch gifts as thefe beftow on men, So foon, alas! to call them back agen ! From this low world his willing foul retires, And fwiftly to its native heaven afpires. No anxious thought reftrains his foaring mind, His royal cares are left with royal duft behind. A guard of angels for his convoy fly Through the vafl regions of the parting fky : Charm'd with feraphick mufick as they go. He fccrns the pageant pomp of thrones below. ./^.thereal hills all echo back the fong. /Ethereal plains convey the found along, ) Till heaven's wide gates receive the wcl- C come throng. 3 The hng William III. ^^7 The fpacious arches of the palace ring, With tidings of th' arrival of a king. Armies of cherubs with kind fpeed refort From diftant manfions to th' imperial court. Their charming fkill in heavenly founds dif^ play, To grace the triumph of this folemn day, While troops of faints line all the fhining way. The fonof Jefs touches his harp, andfings ' In confort with a choir of pious kings ; The happy few who govern'd well below. And for their labours deathlefs pleafures know- And O ! the joy to meet Maria there, The former partner of his crown and care \ What ambient glories deck the happy pair. Who blifs unknown to earthly monarchs {liare. On Eden's flowery banks they ilife refide,^ Where chriftal ftreams from vital fountains glide ; No ruffling ftorms of war, or fadlion know. And pity them that feel the weight of crowns below : There reign,bleft pair, while your dlftinguifh'd name Shall glitter in the brighteft rolls of fame : Bleft by this age, and late pofterity, While there are Britons wife, or juft, or free. There reign ; expefting that reviving day. That will refine and raife your flumbering ' '^'^ '' Give 2 1 8 ji poem to the memory of .Give it a heavenly form and godlike grace, Fit for fuch fouls, and for fo bright a place. But, mufe, reftrain thy too adventurous flight : Glories fo difprop.ortion'd to thy fight, O'er whelm thee with unfufferable light. Stoop to the lower regions of the Ikies, And with lefs dazzling light refrefli thy eyes. See how the morning fpreads her growing light, And drives away the du&y flaades of night. See Britain's clouds begin to fcatter too, And fcenes of coming glory are in view. Anna the Britifh fcepter mildly fways. And gives vaft hopes of yet aufpicious days : Anna, whom parents frowns could never move From her religion, and her country's love. O tyrants ! boaft no more that W i l l i a m's dead, Since Annas reign fhall give you equal dread. Again the trumpet's clangor war declares, Join'd with our acclamations and our prayers : AfTociate nations echo back the found. And fleets and armies make the fierce alarni rebound. As great Eliza crufh'd ambitious Spain, And funk their floating cafl:les in the main ; May king William IIL 219 May both thofe tyrants, that forge Europe's chains, Be humbled, now illuftrious Anna reigns. May (he a Deb'rah to our Ifrael prove. Dread of her foes, her people's joy and love : On tyrants haughty necks in triumph tread, Affifted by the noble consort of her bed r^ 210 Mifcellany Toems. To my friend Mr. on his philofophical dream. '"^^^^ O good the fenfe, fo noble is the theme. My friend, they wou'd become a prophet*s dream. Here*s fo much reafon and religion taught, Byjuft degrees link'd in one chain of thought; In thy pure mind fuch heavenly notions fhine. When bound with heavy fleep thy body lies fupine : Thro* the thick veil truth darts her piercing beams, And leaden flumbers yield thee golden dreams. So fair their form, and of fo good allay, They v^ell can bear the flri(5teft teft of day. Thofe truths thy adlive foul by day explores, Fancy, to charm thee, in the night reftores : And to reward the labours of the day, Thy guardian angel marks the glorious way That leads to blifs ; and entertains thy mind With pleafures only known to fouls refin'd. The pilgrim patriarch thus at Bethel lay. When wearied by the journey of the day ; While in his view officious angels tread The fteps that to celeftial manfions led. How MifcelJa7iy ^oems. 211 How few, awake, have thoughts fo juft and bright. As thou, afleep, amidft the fhades of night ? But fince thy dreams of fo much truth partake. What clear ideas fill thy mind awake ! Then write again ; nor quit the ufeful text: Tell us thy waking thoughts of virtue next. T O SX2 Mifcellany ^oemL T o Mr. WILLIAM MASON, ON HIS Excellent Short-Hand. N a fmooth train thy myftick fi- gures flow, And fwifteft gales of eaflern winds out-go. Thy pen our words paints with the niceft care, Before the fleeting voice diflfolves in air: Flying it draws the image of the mind. Nor one idea wandring leaves behind. Faithful as echo thy rare art is found, Preferves the fenfe as it returns the found. y.s. o c Ta 22 To the Reverend Mr. SAMUEL WESLET, On his ingenous POEM Intituled The life of Chrift, ^c. Publiflied Anno K^p]. ^ Y friend, in what a juft but fvvcet M amaze ^^ Do I upon thy poems beauties gaze ! Thro* ev'ry page a thoufand graces fliine SparkUng with decent pomp in every line. I traverfe thy great work with longing eyes, While neWjand ftill new pleafing fcenes arife ; Such lively colours there I find difplaid, With fo much art and fo much nature laid ; So 11 4 Mtfcellany T^oems. So long, and yet fo juft a chain of thoughty Such lofty fenfe coiich'd in aflrain fofofts So fmooth and free thy well-tun'd numbers roll; They falfe a noble ferment in my foul. A train of bright ideas ftrait I find Spring up in the apartments of my mind: Light to my wakened judgment they impart, And breath a gen'rous warmth into my heart.- By your magnetic verfe a captive made, Methinks what e'er you fay was done or faid, I fee and hear and feel youVe learn'd to give To words fuch warmth as makes 'em breathe and live. One while I think I'm with the fhepherd-* fwains. And hear the ecchoing hills ftrike thro' the plains: The numerous feraphs voices heavenly found. While ambient glories lighten all around. Glory to God on high, I hear 'em fmg, And peace on earth, from Sion's peaceful king. To that bleft mount fometimes I follow thee ; Where with fweet awe, and mild folemnity^ Immanuel didates his great father's will. The dews of grace his balmy lips diftil. From them the laws of kindnefs fweetly flow. Scattering vafl bleffings on the crowd below/ Such M'tfceJJany ^oems. ti^ Such mighty fenfe each weighty claufe con- tains, Urg'd with fuch force, yet in fuch melting flrains, E^ch awful word with fo much love imprefl i Methinks I feel him grave it in my breaft. When to tright Tabor you tranfport my thought, My body too, methinks, is thither brought. I fee two prophets clad in bright array Fly from the regions of eternal day -, Glad with their God incarnate to converfe. His fufferings and his glories to rehearfe. With the amaz'd difciples I draw near, Unutterable myftic words to hear, Surpriz d with trembling joy, ^nd awful fear. I fee th' ambitious flames of glory now With lightening rays falute his facred brow. Thefe fubtile beams, fhot from aetherial light. Dazzle my fancy, and confound niy fight. But when I trace him up mount Calvary, What a fad fcene of forrow do I fee ? His head with thorns inftead of jewels^ ^ crowned, I While cruel hands by many abarb'rousl; wound I With crimfon tinfture flain the blulhing ground. I When to deaf heaven I hear him groan and cry, And fee him bow his fainting head and die ; Vol.IY. Q^ Pi^y zi6 Mifcellany ^oems. pity and forrow, love and ftrong defire, With generous rage firft fee my breaft on fire. A troop of horrors then my foul furrounds And every pain he feels, my bofom wounds. Such are the charms of verfe, fuch verfe' as thine, Such beauties in each moving period fhine,] So bright thy thoughts, the fubjeft fo divine I^ They ne^erinfipid prove ; ftill entertain My ravifli'd mind ; I read and read again 5| Still find new charms, flill frefh delights obtain. Go on, and make the wondering world confefs The nobleft theme deferves the lofdeft verfe. From oracles divine more fongs derive. And Ifrael's royal poet's ftrains revive: With the bleft few that in his fteps have trod. Thy mufe devote unto thy Saviour God. Beat thefe now unfrequented milky ways : Follow the lofty Milton's great eflays : Renew th' immortal Cowley's facred lays : And fhare with them the bright Urania's praife. Make youthful breafts with true devotion burn. And flights of wit into divine oblations turn. A N Mtfcettany Toems. 217 A N HYMN. I. Wake my mind ; awake my fong ; Awake my heart -, awake my tongue ', Join with the grateful praifmg throng, In oflferings to our common Lord. Wherever fleeting winds can blow, Wherever fwelling waves can flow, Where beafts can rove, or plants can grow. All creatures praife his name with one accord. 11. Whate er the circling fun can fpy In earth below, in heaven on high ; Whatever can run, creep, fwim or fly ; The glories of his name difplay. 0^2 The iiS M'ifcelkny ^oems. The humble vales and mountains fleep, 06fer their herds and flocks of iheep, Mines yield their ore, her fifh the deep, Their thankful homage to their God to • pay. III. Each fpring that ftarts from rocks or hills. And forms the little purling rills. Or larger chaniiels largely fills, Murmurs, as if to frame a fong ; While every whifper of a breeze, That waves the corn and fans the trees. And louder florms on land and feas. Declare their maker's praife without a tongue. IV. Sun^ moon, and ftars, with glories bright, That rule by day, or rule by night, Tho with unequal power and light, Praife him from pole to pole. Flowers in bright colours which they wear^ Bring incenfe, which perfumes the air ; While trees their fruits and bloflbms bear. And praife without a voice, without a foul. V Mtfcelhny ^oems: up V. Fields gladly yield their golden crops, Obfequious cedars bow their tops, Clouds freely give their fertile drops, And their creator's bounty fliow. His thunders with their awful found And flaflies, blazing all around, Proclaim^his power on earth renown'd : But gentler mercy paints the fmiling brow. VI. Each little bird an hymn can bring, Thro' groves and plains can chirp and ling, With quavering throat and hovering wing His maker's praifes far and near. Sing then, my foul, who art deiign'd For fervice of a nobler kind : The breathings of a pious mind Ar^e fweeteft mufick in th' Almighty's ear. VII. The happy fpirits that dwell above, O hovy their thoughts and joys improve ! P how they fing ! O how they love ! O how their love their fongs infpires ! And is it not, my foul, thy blame. And is it not, my foul, thy fliame, Jhat flill fo languid is thy flame, Tho fed and cherifla'd by fo many fires ? cu via ^ ^ o MifceJIany ^oems. VIIL That I may fing without controul. To touch my lip, to touch my foul, Lord, from the altar fend a coal, On which my dear redeemer bled. The flame of fo divine a love. Too firm for life or death to move. Will the heft light and m.otive prove, To warm my heart, and to inform my head. IX. - So fhall my thoughts, fo fhall my fongs. In concert with feraphic throngs, Rehearfe what praife to thee belongs, With higheft love and pureft joy : Till foaring far from mortal eye, I quit this earth and pierce the Iky ; Then to thy radiant throne draw nigh. And all eternity in praife employ. O N M'tfcellany Voems. 3^ ON THE SABBATH L Nother fix-days-work Is done ; Another fabbath is begun : Return, my foul, unto thy reft ; Revere the day thy God has bleft. II. But weep that thou haft done no more In this, and many weeks before. For him whom thou art bound to praife On working and on refting days. III. If common aftions ought to tend. To praife him as their common end ; How ftiould his glory be defign d In every thing of facred kind I Q4 IV. 2 J z M'tfceUany SPoems. IV. For fervlle work fix days are given ^ For lacred ufc but one in feven : When for my work God p;ives fuch time Sliall I begrudge" a day to him ? • V. Lord, one in feven^s too much for me^ And fix too little feeras for thee : My time, my all befides, is thine ; Nothing, no not myfelf, is mine. VL Nothing I properly could claim^, As truly mine, but fin and fliame : This guilt thou haft removed 5 and given Th-yfelf, thy fon, thy grace, thy heaven. VII. My foul w^ith grateful ardor burns, My God, to make thee fome returns : Well may I render thee thy own ; Well mayft thou reap where thou haft fown< yiiL Mifcellany Toems, 235 VIII. This grateful foul by thee redeemed, This holy time by thee efteem'd. And what I am or have befide. What I can give or thou provide, IX. I oflFer all, my God, to thee: If thou accept both mine and me, I'll praife thy grace, thy name adore^ And wifh to offer I had more; X. O that my thoughts and words may rife As incenfe to propitious fkies ; And fetch from heaven that fweet repofe yVhich none but he that feels it knows. XI. This heavenly calm within my breaft Is the dear pledge of glorious reft, Which for the church of God remains ; The end of cares, the end of pains. XII; 2 34 MifceJJany ^oems. XII. With joy God's wondrous works I view, In various fc^nes both old and new : With praife I think on mercies paft ; With hope, of future pleafures tafte. XIII. In holy duties thus the day. In holy pleafures melts away. How fweet, a fabbath thus to fpend In hope of one that ne'er fliali end ! XIV. Till I am fo divinely bleft > rll love this weekly day of reft ; And ftill when days of work begin Remember there's no time for fin. MM ^r: o N JMLtfcellany ^oems. ^35f O N T H E Profane liberty of Poets, IN THEIR LOFE FERSES. F Aaron's fons, who fo profanely came Up to the altar with unhallowed flame. Were juftly by avenging fire con- fum'd, Who with ftrange fire to tempt their God prefum'd \ What flames are due to their more daring crimes, Who rob his altar to enrich their rhimes ? Steal holy fire, then to an idol turn, And incenfe to it moft profanely burn 5 OflFer love's noblefl: flame, by heaven infpir'd. By heaven alone deferv'd, by heaven defir'd, To fome vile heap of flefh and blood, that muft In a few moments turn to worms and dull ! The ?36 Mifccllany ^oems. The language of the temple is employed To flatter female vanity and pride. His life, his foul, his all, the fool devotes To a frail deity in petticoats ; Himfelf a proftrate vidtim humbly bov^s At her infulting feet with prayers and vowsj His brighteft fancies in her praifes fpends. And yet all's but her beauty's foil, pretends,' Swearing his blifs on her, on her alone de-^ pends ; Boafts of his painted flames and bloodlefs fears, And bio ws the empty bubble ro the flars. He may be witty ; but he can't be wife. Who cheats himfelf, and has a foul to fell;. To buy another a fool's paradife, And purchafe nothing for himfelf but hell PerfcBion. M'tfceJlany ToemSi ^IT PerfeSlion. I. Ow my joys are mix'd with tears. And my comforts join'd with fears. Songs with fighs divide my breath. And niiy life's attacked by death; II. Now my light's confused with error. My Lord's fmiles partake of terror. My fmooth walks are fpread with fnares, My bright days o'ercaft with cares, III. Now vain thoughts attend devotion, Heavy iloth retards my motioa. Cold indifference checks my flame, And my glory's foil'd with ilaame. IV. '4^8 MifceJJmiy ^oemu IV. Thus my voy'ge to heaven begins. Wet with tears and ftain'd with fins y I begin to live and move, I begin to praife and love. V. O happy day. That brings the pilgrim hdme ! When partial mixtures fhall be done away. And bright perfedtion come. VL Then my joys fhall know no tears. And my comforts fee no fears ; Songs, not fighs, employ my breath. And my life triumph o'er death. VII. Then my light fhall banifh error. My Ldfd^s frniles be free from terror. My fmooth walks be void of fnares. My bright days be clear fronl cares. VIIL MtfielJany ^om$, 1 3 f VIII. No vain thoughts fhall cramp devotion. Nor dull floth retard my motion, Nor indifference check my flame, Nor my glory turn to fhame. IX. Thus my perfeft blifs begins. Free from cares and free from fins ; Ever thus to live and move, ' Ever thus to praife and love. X. O happy day, That brings the pilgrim home ! When partial mixtures fhall be done away ; And bright perfection come. A N %4<^ MtfeeJkny Tdems, A N EPITAPH G N Mordecai Abbot Efq; U S T, pfudent, pious, generous Abbot's dufh Has found a fleeping place be- neath this ftone. Earth, in thy bofom hide the pre- cious truft. Till his departed fpirit claim its own. How that returning foul will joy to fee Her body as immortal and as bleft as fhe ! i^. MifceJIany ^oems. 241 A N HYMN. I. Ord, all thefe works of thine Become thy hand divine. And pious thoughts infpife : While all thy greatnefs prove^ Thee I admire and love. Love and admire* IL The world's a temple, where Thy creatures all appear To offer praife and prayer i The rocks, and hills and trees^ On earth, in air, in feaSa Thy altars are. Vol. IV^ R III. 241 MtfceJJany ^oems. III. The fcaly troops that fweep Thro* regions of the deep. The beafts that feed and ftray Thro' mountains woods and plains^ Confefs Jehovah reigns. And homage pay. IV. The feather'd tribe that fwims In air, with various hymns Sound thro* the groves thy name 1 While impious men alone Thy name, thy truth, thy throne Dare to blafpheme. AN Mifcellany 'Poems. 24J A N EPITAPH On the Reverend Mr. WE LLS, Miiiifter of the gofpel. K Ere lies a flower which death has I cropt, Alas before twas fully blown j Into earth's eafy lap 'tis dropt. And there the precious feed is fown. His fragrant fcent is left behind. And in the fpring it will appear; A nobler form it then fhall find. And brighter colours fhall for ever wean R a O N 244 M'ifcellany ^oems. O N T H E DEATH O F My little B e n j. an infant. Hile fofter nature prompted me "^M to weep Tiiigw--^«^^ O'er a fweet babe that death had '^^}^ luuaaiieep, Set each Internal fpring to work, that moves A parent's bowels to the child he loves, And taught me, by experimental fmart. What 'tis to have a tender father's heart ; Severer reafon, ftriving to controul The ftrong emotions of my troubled foul, Convinc'd me 'twas my weaknefs and my fhame, To yield to paffion's fo impetuous ftream. 1 gave attention when I heard her fpeak, Her arguments v/ere ftrong,but fhe was weak -, I found her wife, but too infirm a guide. That could not give me ftrength to ftem the tide. My Mtfcellany ^oems. 245 My forrow bore me down, till faith ftept in, And told me truths dim reafon ne'er had feen. Her powerful words {he thus to me addreft, Which fpread an heavenly calm within my breaft. Why all thefe fighs, why all thefe flowing tears ? What caufe for fuch relucStancy appears ? What, tho the curious frame thou doat'fl on muft Be laid in earth, and crumbled into dull. Extend beyond the grave thy piercing view. To that bright day when 't fliall be formed anew : This infant-duft {hall then revive, and be Ripen'd and rais'd to full maturity : This withered flower {hall then be fre{lily blown. Shall rife in {Irength tho now in weaknefs fown : Thefe feebk legs that had not learned to go. To tread the milky path of heaven {liall know : Seraphic zeal thefe pretty hands {liall raife In ad:s of worfliip to Jehovah's praife : That tongue, while here untaught a word to frame. Shall fpeak, and fing the glory of his name: And tho his body lies among the dead. His happy foul to realms of glory's fled ; And every moment there is taught to know What we can't learn in num'rous years below, O what furprizing raptures feize his mind, To fuch a bright alTembly to be join'd 1 R 3 Q 2^6 Mifcellany ^oems. O happy babe ! fo early fled away From this vile earth to realms of endlefs day ! "What wondrous change, dear infant ! haft thou known, Leaving thy cradle to afcend a throne ! Thy infant fancies turned to manly thought. Strength out ofweaknefs, life from darknefs brought ! Leaving thy mother's fongs for angels hymns, Thou learn'ft thyfelf to fing with feraphims j Haft left thy cries for joys, thy pains for reft ; For Abraham's bofom left thy mother's breaft. Simeonh Words paraphrafed. i OW let thy fervant, Lord, depart ^^fi in peace j ^i^J^ Give my alpiring foul a kind re- ^^^gH^ leaie. What thro' the myftic glafs of prophefy The patriarchs diftant faw, to me is nigh : Thefe languid eyes behold my Saviour's face, Thefe withered arms the heavenly babe im- brace. Since I at laft my bleft Redeemer fee, No other fight below has charms for me: Now Mifcellany Voems. 247 Now clofe thefe aged eyes : for after this Nothing's worth viewing but immortal blifs. TRANSLATION O F Mr. C 's latin verfes, with addi- tions, on the death of the Earl of Rochefter's child : Prefented to the Countefs of Rochefter, by Mr. C I. f3S5^^ ^lOUNG Cupid's fkirn, his mother's joy and pride : Here lies his ivory bow uncharged, unftrung ; And there his {haftlefs quiver by his fide, That late upon his fnowy fhoulder hung. Venus inconfolable now appears y And fets no time, no mealure to her tears. R 4 II 248 Mifcellany ^oems. 11. Since the lovM boy's imprifon'd in his urn, His mother has forgot her charming fmiles ; Where ioy (nee tclgn'd grief takes its mourn- ful iv^rii, And native graces from her brow exiles : Since her own Cupid does a mortal prove. Beauty herlclf would take the fate of love. III. But while her charming fon in marble fleeps. Why to herfelf fhould Venus cruel prove ? Well may we fear if longer thus (he weeps. Love's mother will become as blind as love. Fair one, confult your glafs, and tears re- ftrain ; Nor quench thofe ihining lamps with endlefs rain. IV. If you refift the counfel of your friends, And difregard a tender hufband's care. Think on your eyes, think how their luftre fpends. And now at lea ft their dying beauty fpare. Spare thofe twin ftars, nor be to them unkind, Leaft grief that makes you deaf fhould ftrike you blind. 'I V. Mtfcellany ^oems. 249 V. If leffer reafons leave you ftill unmov'd. Nor can fupport beneath fo great a lofs. Think how her fon the bleffed virgin lov'd. And yet beheld him bleeding on a crofs 5 How every wound of his transfix d her mind. And yet how patient fhe, and how refign'd? VI. Th' Almighty's fceptre claims a fovereign fway. His awful thunder muft be ftill rever'd. If meekly you the will of Chrift obey, Your mighty lofs fhall mt«*e than be re- paired. He for your fon will give himfelf : and you Shall be his mother and his fifter too. VII. Ah ! while with him the happy infant lives, Whofe heaven-born foul has trod the milky way, How vainly here his tender mother grieves. As if her tears could animate his clay; Which flumbers, till the awful trumpet fpread Life thro' the gloomy regions of the dead. VIII. 250 MifceUany ^oems. VIII. This phofphorus the world no fooner chear'd, And flattered with a long expefted light, But funk in darknefs ere the day appeared, And left us in the horror of the night. Thus our vain minds with ebbing paffions move ', What's now our grief was late our hope and love. IX. To Pallas the young hero was ally'd : Pallas the noble infant's fate deplores ; Lov'd for his charms, and for the name of Hyde, Whofe glory fame has fpread to diftant fliores. The beauteous nymphs, that grace the palace, all Lament the lovely boy's untimely fall. X. His tender genius {how'd his foul refin'd, With various charms of all the mufes dreft: His outward form becoming fuch a mindj, The beauty of the goddefles expreft : We fee his genius in his fire furvive, And in his mother's wit and beauty he's alive. O N jMifceJlany ^oems. lyi O N Proverbs xiv. 9. Fools make a mock of Jin. I. H O laughs at fin, laughs at his maker*s frowns; Laughs at the fword of vengeance o'er his head ; Laughs at the great redeemer's tears and wounds, Whp but for fin had never wept or bled. II. Who laughs at fin, laughs at the numerous woes. That have the guilty world fo oft befel; Laughs at the whole creation's groans and throws. At all the fpoils of death, and pains of helL III. 2K% Mifce/Jany Toems. III. Who laughs at fin, laughs at his own difeafe. Welcomes approaching torments with his fmiles, Dares at his foul's expence his fancy pleafe. Affronts his God, himfelf of blifs beguiles. IV. Who laughs at fin, fports with his guilt and fhame. Laughs at the errors of his fenfelefs mind: For fo abfurd a fool there wants a name Expreffive of a folly fo refin'd. O N Mifcelhny Toems, m O N A MARBLE PIECE Reprefenting Chrift hound to a pillar. Tranflated from the Italian, but fomewhat altered. 3 Arble the pillar ; marble he that's bound ; Marble the officers that guard him round; Marble by nature that ; by patience he j And thefe by unrelenting cruelty. Speftator, melt in tears : or at this view. Wonder will turn thee into marble too. iSi, A: PSALM 254 MifceJlany Toems. PSALM cxlviu. I. RAISE the great name of Jah, O praife Jehovah's name ! Praife him from heaven, I fay. On high his praife proclaim. His throne furround Angelic hofts. Thro' heavens wide coafts His praife refound* 11. Praife him, thou glorious fun, Thou moon, ye ftars of light. Which either ftand or run ; Ye heavens of heavens fo bright, His praife difplay. Waters that move Thro* fkies above, Your tribute pay* irij Mifcellany Toems. 255 III. Works of his mighty hand. Extol Jehovah*s name 5 Which when he gave command, Forth into being came. For ever he Has fix d their place, That none can pafs His firm decree. IV. O praife Jehovah's name, From earth : from deeps below Ye whales : ye lightning-flame, Hail-ftones and fleecy fnow, Mifls that difl:ill. Fierce winds that blow^ And always know And do his will. V. All hills and mountains high, Trees that with fruit are crowned. Cedars that touch the fky, Wild beafts that range around 5 And cattle tame, Things low or high, That creep or fly, Repeat his fame, VL 2<6 Mifcellany Toems. VL Kings who on earth prefide. And all of meaner birth ; Princes who nations guide. And judges of the earth ; The youthful throng. And virgins fair. Heads with gray hair. And infants young, VIL Let all Jehovah's n^nc, With praifes celebrate : His name alone proclaim As excellent and great. His glories bright, Tranfcendent rife, 'Bove earth and fkies. To boundlefs height. '5 VIII. And he on high does raife. His people's horn of might j And thus infpires with praife His faints, his foul's delight. Bleft IfraeVs race, A people near. And to him dear, Jehovah praife 1 M'tfcellany 'Poems, 257 i^ 5^^ Viv! vi"\- vivw 1 iA^-yAa IA>n/* tA^=«iA» «AyS/>l f A N HYMN O N Recovery fromjicknefs. I. OD of my life ; who haft redeemed Thy fervant from th* expedling grave, When death's attacks fo fatal feem'd. No other arm but thine could fave. II. All my difeafes thou doft heal. And all my numerous fins forgive ; Love to my fainting foul reveal. And make my dying body live. Vol IV. % III. 258 M'tfceJJa7iy Toems. III. Who in the heavens above refides, Whom I fhould love and praife like thee ! Whom have I, Lord, on earth belides. So worthy to be lov'd by me ! IV. But what wilt thou, my foul, return To him who is above thy praife ? That thou canft fing no better, mourn ^ ,And all thy powers to blefs him raife. V. For fince my God in mercy joins . Some future moments to the paft. His grace my willing foul inclines To praife him while thefe moments lalt. VI. And w^hen this little ftream of time Is loft in vaft eternity, For angels hymns Til change my rhime, And fing in feraph's company. Ecclejajles MifceJIany Toefns. 250 ^^3^t«iH[^|^€^|:^ EccUfiaftes xi. % 10. and xii. r. paraphrafed. ^^|%?i5|0, heedlefs youth, purlue the Pifr^ gay delights pi ^ To which the world thy eag( M^m t^fte invites ; The tlowry paths thy heart af-^ fedls, explore ; Fantoms that charm thy Wandring eyes^ adore ; Diffolve in downy joys thy fenfual mind: But know, the day of vengeance is behind ; When every deed, each word; and fecret thought, Before God's own tribunal {hall be brought. O rather fly thefe treacherous fweets betimes; Abandon childifh follies, youthful crimes. Devote thy blooming youth, thy verdant days, A pious offering to thy maker's praife ; Ere time thy beauty blafts, thy verdure mows ; Ere age arrives w^ith a long train of woes : S 2 Left 260 Mifcellany ^oems. Left then, too late, thou of thy fins complain, And vvifli to live thy days all o*er again ^ But find'ft thy wifhes and complaints are| vain ; When youthful fins torment thy aged bones, And guilt cries loud in thy defpairing groans ; When fad refledtions prefs thy labouring foul. And wildeft terrors in thy confcience roul ; Pall vitious pleafures wreck thy thoughtful mind ; Their guft all gone, their guilt all left be- hind. /--nS MAN I MifceJlany "Poems. 16 i MAN changeable^ hut GOD al- ways the fame. I. Hen firfl I broke my league with fin, And to my God was reconcird ; ^Q§ My breaft was always calm with- Becaufe my God upon me fmlFd : With joy I in his houfe appear'd ; And when I pray'd, he always heard. II. Now tho Tve ferv'd him many years, And for his lake reproach have born. My joys are turn'd to iighsand tears, While I his abfent favours mourn : He fhuts out my petitions now. And with fierce terror arms his brow. s 3 ni 6% M'tfcellany ^oems. III. Shall I fnppofe he loves me lefs Of late, than e'er he did before; Or pleafure takes in my diftrels, While I his wonted grace implore? Can truth itfelf inconftant prove ? And love itfelf forget to love ? IV. Earth from its center may be toft. The fpacious heavens together furfd. Their order in confufion loft. And time diffolve the tottering world ; But God's firm covenant never moves, And vv^hom be once, he always, loves. V. Since there no change in God can be. My trouble to myfelf I owe ; The guilty change is all in me, Tho not enough my guilt I know. ril fcarch my heart for that incroaching fin, That makes him frown ; and then he'll fmile again. T O MtfceUafiy Toems. 26 T O T H E lUuftrious Prince of Orange o N H I s Expedition into EiVGL^iV/), Anno 1688. T. Ighty hero ! born to be Heaven's delight and Europe's wonder 5 LilSMM Born for eafy viftory, Born to trample tyrants under ! II. How the preffing trophies crowd. To adorn your triumphs round ! Fame the while your praife aloud To th' amazed world does found. S 4 Hi 2 ($4 Mifcellany ^oems. III. You our guardian angel arc, Deckt with ambient rays of light j And Ignatian furies fcare. By the terror of your fight. IV, As the Perfians to adore Hafte to meet the rifing fun ; So to reach the weftern Ihore Did our willing nobles run. V. You the patron there they meet. Of the beft and nobleft caufe ; You the true defender greet. Of our faith, our lives, and laws, VI. In true honor's fphere you move, What's right and good, count great and high; Prudence and ftrid: virtue prove Your rule to meafure glory by. VII. Jidifcellany ^oems. 265 VII. Juft and generous your defign, To fupport a falling ftate ; Therefore have the powers divine Smird upon your arms of late» VIII. Welcome arms ! that are not brought. For our ruin, but our good : Welcome peace ! that is not bought With the coftly price of blood. IX. Happy vidlory ! defign'd T* heal a bleeding kingdom's veins : Happy triumph ! not to bind, But to fet us free from chains. X. Ready too to fall away, France, methinks, does yielding ft and To commit her fcepter's fway To your jufter, milder hand. * XI- i66 MtfceJlany ^oems. XI: Vajd exploits that you have done. Make her haughty tyrant bow ; And the lawrels he has won, Wait to grace your nobler brow. XIL Mighty hero ! may your glory To its full meridian climb ; And remain, in deathlefs ftory. The pride and wonder of our time. O N Mifcellany ^oems. 16/ O N T H E SABBATH /^^?l^^ HEN the creator of the world pn^5^ had given 9i^S Laft touches to the frame of earth ^^^ and heaven ; Peopled both fea and land, and v^orlds fublime, r th' firft fix days that ever meafur'd time ; With vaft' delight the fabrick he furvey'd. And, fmiling, thus th' almighty father faid : ril add another day, the reft to crown ; Sacred to me, peculiarly my own : Thus time in perfed numbers fhall revolve. Till heaven's high arches crack and earth diffolve. The fun that decks the finiling day with light, The moon and ftars that glitter in the night, To teach mankind to meafure weeks {hall fhine. To meafure years in a fucceffive line. With what delight this day my works I view; Works which my wifdom, power, and good- nefs fl:iew ! O happy day ! be thou for ever bleft, The great memorial of my joy and reft. Shine 2 68 Mifcellany ^oems. Shine in time's annals princefs of the days, No found be heard in thee but that of pray'r and praife : Let every breaft with pious zeal be warm'd, Aw*d by my precept, by my pattern charm'd. Behold thefe works which I with pleafure fee, And take delight to fabbathize with me. I know that rebel fiend, who late was hurl'd From the high towVs of the celeftial world. Who all thofe legions of th* apoftate crew. Into that common guilt and ruin drew. Envies mankind the joys that will arife From this day's reft and facred exercife ; And envies me the honors of the day, In which my creatures ithall their homage Their peace in time he'll labour to deftroy. And to prevent their everlafting joy. But how will fatan rage when he fhall fee All the great things perform'd which I decree ? &^ tfli O N Mifcellany ^oems. i6p O N T H E SABBATH. LEST day ! ordain'd by God, and therefore bleft, The pledge and type of everlafting ___^^^^^_^ reft. Indulgent heaven, to make our worfhip rife With the more pure devotion to the Ikies, To make our prayers uninterrupted climb. Made thee the facred quinteffence of time. With what impatient wiihes do I meet thee ! With what indearing welcomes do I greet thee ! Glad that the fix preceding days are run. And with their toil their vanity is gone. ««llo» Religion, 2/0 Mifcellany T^oems. Religion. ^?22f:Rodu£t of reafon and of faith com- '/^ o PW bin d, j^P^vj^^^ The life, the health, the beauty ^^^^ of the mind ; God's image on an human foul impreft. The fource of joy, and glory of the bleft ; That makes 'em lovely, and that makes em love. Brings heaven to earth, and forms their heaven above: O hov^ I do thy god-like charms admire ! O how I to thy god-like joys afpire ! Love M'tfceJlany ^oenis. 271 Love to a crucified Jesus, Own I love ; 'tis no uncomely £re That kindles in my breaft in- tenfe defire : I hate myfelf that yet I love no more -, And yet I more than love ; for I adore. 'Tis not jujfh features, fparkling eyes, or air. That makes the objedl I admire fo fair : 'Tis one exploded for deformity By others, has ten thoufand charms for me. 'Tis not the lilly damafk'd with the rofe. That does thefe bonds upon myfoulimpofe : Whom others in the vileft terms deride, I lovelier think than all the world befide. Myriads of hearts, fhould they to love con- fpire, Can ne'er enough this lovely one admire. Whoever has an heart to srive, is free : Our happy loves fhall fear no jealoufy. The more this perfeft beauty fhall purfue. The more is paid to whom all hearts are due. But would you know to whom I make thefe vows, To whofe viftorious charms my fpirit bows ? I O 2/2 Mifcellany Toems. O turn your eyes to Calvary, and fee A bleeding Saviour on a curfed tree : That languid countenance, thofe dying eyes, Thofe trembling lips that utter doleful cries ; That fainting head with thorns incircled round, With ftreams of blood for wreaths of jewels crown'd ; Thofe facred hands that always grace implor'd j Thofe tender feet with rugged irons bor'd ; That facred body bruis'd, and covered o'er With dying fweats, purpled with native gore ; That foul that bore th* unfufferable weFght Of a world's (ins both numberlefs and grea t See crimfon ftreams flow from his wounded fide. To wafli thofe very hands by which he di'd. Behold my dying Lord, and difapprove My choice; fay, who has charms like him I love ^ O N MifceJkny 7oems. *^l O N T H E French Perfecution. O O R France, the fcene of anti** chriftian rage, jTh' amazing horror of the trem-* bling age : The nations Hand around with wondririg eyes, As if t* attend thy fatal exequies. The world's amazed to fee thy glory fade. And fet in blood behind the weftern fliade*' He who thy nurfing father ought to be Becomes thy foe, and aims his rage at thee* Tho out of human reach, juft heaven will fhew What wonders a divine revenge can do 2 Avenging heaven will find a day to quell The tyrants rage^ and fend his guilty foul to hell. Volo IV. T AN 1/4 Mifcellany Toem. S^ S^ ^ ^ ^ S^ S^j' j^t^tit^^Ajft, M^^J^mJ^}^^ ~" "" '^' ^^ ^' ^ ^■■^^-^'■^'-^-^M, M,^&^M)S^&^ A N EPITAPH, O N H I S Father and Mother, Mr. Edward and Mrs, Mary Stennett. ^^^ ERE lies an holy, and an happy ^ H ^ P^^^ ' ^?rv^^x ^^ ^"^^ ^^ grace, they now in ii^iSSdbSi; glory (hare : They dar'd to fufFer, but they fear'd to fin ; And meekly bore the crofs, the crown to win : So liv*d, as not to be afraid to die j So dy'd, as heirs oi immortality. Reader, attend : tho dead, they fpeak to thee; Tread the fame path, the fame thine end (hall bei AN MifceUany ^oems. 275 A N EPITAPH, O N Mr. William Morton, O F Knaphill in Buckinghamfhire. F piety and charity, refin'd By all the graces of an humble mind, Can faints on earth for joys of heaven prepare ; Then M o RT o n's holy foul inhabits there Earth, in thy bofom keep his precious duft Till the laft trumpet raife to life the juft. ' T 2 Mary 27^ JMifcellany ^oems. Mary Magdalen. Lefs'd day to me ! my Lord's come hither 5 And he and I fliall lup together. But how ihall I Dare caft an eye, Or boldly look him in the face, Who all my fecret fins does trace ? When to adore him. Angels before him About his throne in myriads hover. Their faces with refped: they cover. If I appear, He will, I fear, With fparkllng eyes feverely juft, Blaft my poor carcafe into duft. Mine eyes have been The baits of fin, Whofe glances turn'd to amorous fmiles Have charmed rh' unwary to my wiles. How fliall I dare Then to appear Before Mtfcellany 'Toems. 277 Before thofe eyes which cannot fee, Without difdain unworthy me, Ah who can fhew What I may do ! I'll floop and creep. And figh and weep ; For tho I fear him I muft draw near him. Fear checks me : but my foul fhall foon remove All the dividing bars by a refolved love. The zpZ Mifcellany 'Poems. The Hypocrite, E's the reverfe of all he feems to be, And ftill purfues whate er he feems to flee. So Satan's felf feems beautiful when dreft In Samuel's mantle, or a cherub's veft. His vice is real, but his virtue paint ; Within a devil, and without a faint. While heavenly calms dwell on his pious face, And while his charming tongue is tip'd with grace ; His foul by hellifh legions is pofTcfl:, And furious paifions revel in his breaft. While bright devotion triumphs in his eyes, His heart is fill'd v/ith fraud, his lips with lies : None feems more truly pious, none more juft, Yet ha^ no God to worfliip but his luft. He loves the gufl of fin, but loaths the fliame. And is a devil in all things but the name •, Condemns the fms of others, huggs his own, And loves religion as a maik alone. His treach'rous foul veil'd with a fawning fmile Covers wich heavenly air infernal guile. Loudly MifceJIany ^oems. 27p Loudly he tones his penitential pfalms. And blows a trumpet to proclaim his alms ; God's altar does of coftly offerings rob, But tithes his mint, to gain th' applaufes of the mob -, Equally courts vice and a virtuous fame. Not to deferve but to obtain a name. His clofet's never confcious to his prayV^ Unlefs he knows fome witnefles are near: But in the church he makes a fair parade ; There all his vows arc offered, there are paid. He hates the fubftance, loves the fhcw of grace. And banters the Almighty to his face : The worft of men and yet appears the beft ; He fins in earneft, but he prays in jefl. Made up of fraud his evVy geflure lies ; Lies with his tongue, and with his hands and eyes. Lafl on himfelf his treachery he completes ; And of his foul himfelf devoutly cheats. T 4 JEnigma i8o Mtfcellany ^oems. Enigma on Writing* ^§:^, E L L me what genius did the W ^ M art invent, Wk w^ The lively imap;e of a voice to m^i.^.. Who firft the fecret hov/ to co-. lour found, And to give fhape to reafon wifely found ? With bodies how to clothe ideas taught, And how to draw the pifture of a thought ? Who taught the hand to fpeak, the eye to hear, A filent language roving far and near; Whofe fofteft notes outftrip loud thunder's found, And fpread their accents through the world's vaft rcund ; Yet with kind fecrecy fecurely roll Whifpers of abfcnt friends from pole to pole ! A fpeech heard by the deaf, fpoke by the dumb, Whofe echo reaches long longtime to come; Which dead men fpeak as well as thofe alive ; Tell rne what genius did this art contrive ? O N MifceJlany ^oems. 1 8 1 O N T H E ACCESSION OF King iriLLIAM AND Queen MART. h j^^^^^ HAT great, what good, what 'XA/l^ unexpected change, ' Beyond our thoughts, and hopes, beyond compare, Makes fliouting echoes thro" our ifland range, And teaches us to breathe a freer air ? Say ! is Aftrea come to dwell with men. To blefs the world with happy times again ? IL 2 8 z Mifcellany Toems. 11. 'Tis great NaflTau infpires this unknown joy, Chofe by mankind, chofe by the pow'rs above, To be Britannia's fov'reign, heaven's vice-roy. To reign o er willing hearts with awful love : Whom worth, not chance, entitles to renown, Deferving firft, before he wears a crown. III. Fav*rite of heaven, and glory of the age ! In whom all virtues, fit for rule, confpire ; Courage untainted with tyrannic rage, Juftice that breathes a truly noble fire : Thefe, mixt with pity, heat your gencroui breafl: To humble tyrants, and relieve th' opprcft. IV. Wifdom and goodnefs, add an air divine That makes your crown flame with im- mortal rays, While with yourfelf, your royal heroine Shares your illuftrious virtues, and your praife : Both glory feek by glorious deeds alone. And by jufl fteps mount fair Britannia's throne. On Mifcellany Toems. zgj On a famous vote of the houfe of Veers ^ relating to king William, ^lam meruit virtus crefcit fojl funera laurus, N vain at William's fame the furies rave, His deathlefs laurels flourifh in the grave : The hiffing monflers do but urge their doom, And furnifh out new trophies for his tomb. Who fhall our greateft admiration drav^^, The great Alcides, or the great Naflau ! Each ftifled envious ferpents in his turn. One in his cradle, t'other in his urn. lUuftrlous peers ! w^orthy of William's reign ! So to revere the hero's injur'd duft -, To clear his memory of fo vile a ftain. Proclaims you prudent as it fpeaks you juft. Guarding his honour, you your ov/n record. So generous virtue brings it's own reward. O N 184 Mifcellany ^oems. o N MARTYRDOM. Written i68j. f I. ^0' O minds terrene, that never drew Celeftial air, nor ever flew Above thefe foggy regions, &WW Their deareft blood profufely U^mn^^^ wafte. Their lives away as trifles caflc Amidft the furious legions ? II. While proud ambition's fatal fires Inflame their breads with fond defires Of an illuftrious name 5 Do they with flioutings welcome death. Arid gcneroufly bequeath their breath Unto the cheeks of fame? III. MifceUany 7oem$. 2 8 j III. How then can fouls of heavenly race, Who by regenerating grace Acquire a mind divine. Shun to imbrace triumphant flames. Knowing that their immortal names In glory's fphere (hall fhlne ? IV. A chriftian fure, with eager flrife, Shou'd be e'en prodigal of life. And covetous of pain ; And, with th* heroick martyr cry. Can I but once for Jefus dye ? Is glory's way fo plain ? V. With tranfport does the hero ride Through horrid plains, while every fide Lightens with clafhing arms > While fhouting foldiers tear the ground. And war-like drums and trumpets found Bellona's fierce alarms ? VL 2 86 Mifcellany ^oems. VI. Not fearing death in any form, Tho thundering guns difcharge a florm, Black as infernal caves ; Does he rufh through thofe fhowers of hail. That drown the field with blood *, and fail To kingdoms thro* the waves ? VII. And {hall a faint's heroick mind, With nobler principles refin'd, Seeking a heavenly throne. Betray a temper fo fupine, So mean, as not to dare to climb A crofs, to reach a crown ? VIIL O with what calm, compofed fmilcs Should chriftians look on burning piles ? With what an equal frame ? Nay with what tranfports (hould they trace The fteps of Jefus, and embrace A gibbet, or a flame ? IX. Does Jidifcellany ^oems. 287 IX. Does the gay fplendor of a crown, (Tho ftuft with thorns inftead of down) With a delufive fliine So dazzle princes eyes, that they By death's black regions boldly ftray, A tottering throne to climb ? X. And (hall celeftial diadems. That flame with ftars inflead of gems. Not charm afpiring eyes ? Can any fo profane be found. Who will not hug a mortal wound, To gain fo great a prize ? XL Did vain ambition's hopes excite The Roman champions with delight Herculean feats to dare ; To gain a trifling dignity. And ride with proud folemnity In a triumphant char ? XII 88 Mtfcellany T^oemz. XIL How blefs'd are they then who retire^ In chariots of triumphant fire. To their eternal home j Where they the robes of glory wear, And in their hands as conquerors bear The palm of martyrdom ( TO I^tfcelhny ^oems. gjf P S A L. xviii. V. I — 15. H E E will I love with all my foul, 2 O Lord, my ftrength, my ^«^,w»^sT.a rock, my fort : Thou art my Saviour and my God^ The c^ftle whither I refort. To thee, with hope, I ftill retire, Thou iliield, that guards my innocence % The horn of my falvation thou, The lofty tower of my defence. 3 My refuge % my deliverer-God j Thou fav'ft me from approaching wrongs, Jehovah's name I did invoke. To whom the higheft praife belongs. 4 'Tis he who fav'd me from my foes^ When pangs of death inclos'd me rounds By raging floods of impious men I fear'd to be o'erwhelm'd and drown'd. » See 2 Sam. xxii. 5. where this is added. Vol. IV. U S When 2po M'tfceJlany ^oems. ^ When mortal woes did raife my fears, And fnares of death my foul furprize ; 6 In this my ftraight to heaven I pray'd. And to my God addrcfs'd my cries. He from his facred palace foon To my complaining voice attends : My piercing cries before him come ; And foon an ear of grace he lends. 7 The earth his fierce refentment felt, And trembled at his angry look 3 The hills v/ith their foundations melt. And at his wrath with terror fliook. 8 Black clouds of fmoke that blot the fky, Th' almighty's kindling anger fliew : Devouring fire his breath appeared, And burning coals around him flew. 9 He bow'd the heav'ns, and down he came: His feet on gloomy darknefs trod : 10 He on a cherub's pinions flew, The chariot this on which he rode. High on a whirl-wind's rapid wings. How fwift he cut his airy way ! 1 1 The fnades of darknefs were his veil, To hide his awful iace from day. Thick MtfceJlany Toems. 291 Thick mifts and clouds that (hade the fkies Were fpread, for his paviHon, round : 12 But mifts and clouds were veils too thin For his all-piercing glory found. The dazling brightnefs of his face Did foon the frighted ihades difpel ; Impetuous fhowers of ratling hail. And ftorms of fire, before him fell. [roar'd :• 13 Thro' heaven's wide arch his thunder The clouds obey'd their maker's call : Impetuous fhowers of ratling hail. And ftorms of fire before him fall. 14 At foes his burning arrows flew, Broke and difpers'd their troops around 3 He forked lightnings at them threw. Struck them with terror to the ground* 15 Deep beds of rivers then were feen : The world's foundations open lay : At thy rebuke. Lord, at the blaft. Thy anger breath'd that wondrous day. U t Pare 2p2 Mifcellany ^oems. Tart 0/ P S A L M XX VII. and LXXXIV. NE thing, but 'tis a mighty wifh, One thing of thee, Lord, I defire : O may I never be deny'd The boon to which I ;fo afpire ! 'Tis in thy temple to refide, To fee thy face, to hear thy voice : Sure thou v^ilt not defpife my prayV, Nor difapprove my holy choice. There let me find a welcome feat ; Be thy lov'd houfe my conftgnt home : What place therein, I don't prefcribe s But, Lord, I beg, affign me fome. Some manfion there, tho ne'er fo mean, I lliould efteem beyond a throne ; Honour 'd enough, if thou, my God, Me for ihy fervant wilt but own. There as a porter fliould I ftand. Attending at thy facred gate : Scepters and crowns I could defpife. Compared with my more blifsful flate. PSALM MifceJlmiy 'Poems. 2p5 PSALM cm. A pfalm of David, ' lii?s, Lefs thou Jehovah, O my foul, S^^^S Who all thy inmoft powers ]|S did frame : Let all thofe inmofl powers confpire To blefs their author's holy name. 2 Blefs thou, Jehovah, O my foul, Nor thoughtlefs of his favours prove ; 3 Who does thy every fin forgive, Who does thy every pain remove : 4 V/ho from deftruftion thee redeems. Thy threatened life in mercy fpares ; Who crowns thee with his grace and love, And v^ith the lenderefl: of his cares: 5 Who thy returning appetite With every needful good fupplies ; So is thy blooming youth renew'd. And with the vigorous eagle's vies. U3 6 The ^94 Mtfcellany Toems. 6 The Lord his righteous jadgment {hews, To fuccour all who are opprefs'd : y Thus Mofes knew and taught his ways, And Ifrael's fens his adls confefl. 8 J E n o V A h's merciful and kind : His wrath is flow, his mercy lure : 9 He will not always frown and chide. Nor fhall his anger long endure. 10 He treats us fmners, not as we Deferve by our enormous deeds ; Nor our demerit makes the rule By which his chaftening hand proceeds. J I As heaven's high frame is rais'd above This humble earth on which we dwell ; So does his grace, to all that fear His name, all human praife excel. J 2 As far as the vaft fpace extends From utmoft eail to utmoft weft. So far has he remov'd the fms Which late our guilty fouls opprefs'd. 13 Juft as a tender father's heart With pity to his children moves, So thofe who fear Je h ova h's name He with pompafiion always loves. 14 He Mifcellany ^oems. 205 14 He knows our frame, remembers well We are but animated clay; 15 And man, frail man, like withering grafs. Has but a fliort uncertain day. Likefome fair flower that paints the field. He flouriflies and beauteous fhows : 16 One blaft of wind nips all his pride, The place no more its owner knows. 17 But ftill Jehovah's mercy flows On thofe who him with fear adore ; From everlafting fliill the fame, The fame when time fhall be no more. His righteoufnefs and truth fhall be To childrens children ever fliown, 18 Who keep his cov'nant, nor forget T'obey the precepts which they own. 19 Jehovah, in the heavens above. Of old prepar'd his glorious throne : He o'er the univerfe extends His boundlefs reign, and he alone. 20 O blefs J E H o V A h's facred name. His angels who excel in might ; Who his commands with care obferve. And to obey his voice delight. U 4 21 O %^6 Mi/cel/a?iy Voems. 21 O blefs J E H o V A h's facred namCj Ye heavenly hofts ; who to fulfil His plealure, with refpe6l attend, And are employ'd to do his will. 22 O blefs Jehovah, all his works, O'er which he reigns without controulj Thro' his immenfe dominions all : Blefs thou Jehovah^ O my foul. PSALM CXXXIV. A Song of degrees, 1 K^3<§ E H o V A h's fervants all attend ; ^! J is J E H o VA h's praifes ftilj repeat ; ^>'r^^^} You who the nights W watching Where he has fix'd his holy feat, [fpend, 2 There raifc your hands with pious mirth ; J E H o V A h's praifes ftill recount : 3 "Jehovah, Lord of heaven and earth, " Blefs you from Zion's holy mount. PARA- MifceUany Toems. ipr PARAPHRASE 0« P R O V. IX. Ifdom has raised a pile with art divine -, A {lately palace, where fhe keeps her court : Seven polifli'd columns in bright order fhine. And beautify the fabrick they fupport. To make a fplendid banquet fhe defigns : For which her flocks and herds have freely bled. She has prepared and mix'd the richeft wines : hus nobly is her facred table fpread. T The maids of honour who attend her throne. On generous errands round the ftreets fhe fends: To their repeated calls flie adds her own j T' invite her guefls her charming voice ex- tends. « To 2p8 IVltfcellany Toems. " To you, Omen, I give the folemn call; " To you, O fons of men, my grace proclaim. " Come to my banquet : come, and wel- " come all, " Whofe folly has deferv'd eternal fhame. " Come, prodigals, who long on hulks have " fed, " Why fhould your dying fouls with famine " pine ? " My table is with royal dainties fpred; " My table's crown'd with bowls of generous " wine. / *' Forfake the company of fools ; and tread " The happy path that to my palace tends. " Their ways lead to the chambers of the " dead ; " But mine condudls to life that never ends. *' Who take my counfel, (hall have endlefs " joy : " Who hug their folly, and my calls defpiie, " With barbarous hands their precious fouls " deftroy -, " And rather will be ruin d than be wife. (?>^.K^ Pai;t MifceJlany ^oems. 99 Part of a Poem defign'd by the Author, o N T H E DEATH O F T H E Reverend Mr. John Piggott- ILefs'd foul ! when thou waft vi- gorous and ftrong, How oft' I faintly drag'd my ^ {hell along ; Thinking the heavenly regions to explore Long before thou fliouldft touch the blifsful fhore. But thou haft got the ftart : thy heavenly mind Could bear no longer to be here confin'd. "the 3 Oo M\fcellany 'Poems. The firfi Inventors of J? oesy, Defcrib'd in a Milita?y Metaphor. A N EPIGRAM. H O made rough thoughts in po- lifli'd armour fliine. And taught rude words poetick difcipline ; Marfhal'd in number'd ranks to march their rounds, And led up conquering fenfe with charming founds ? ■s^.^ LET- LETTERS UPON Various Subjeds. 305 ^3j^ "►^ ^r^ Ifi^ ^f^ C#2j^ ^sj?^ ^^v^ V-.'^^ v^ •. ^ - - ^'-'' • ^ L £ rr£ R I. 5 i /J, H E honour you have done me in defiring a conference ^ with me by writing, may, I S^MI^^ fear, make my fo long filence feem fcarce excufable. I have this to fay in my defence ; that, not forgetfulnefs, but want of opportunity made me defer my purpofe of returning you a fpeedy anfwer. Nor have I time now to inlarge fo much as I defign'd ; but mull treat of the matter you have been pleased to pro- pofe, with as much brevity as it will admit. As for the controverfy I was fome time fince ingaged in, concerning the law about meats clean and unclean ; I am incapable of recollecting what was argued^ fo as I to 50| LETTER I. to give you a tolerable account of It, time has worn it fo much off my me- mory : befides, it wou'd take up feveral fheets of paper. Nor do you, I fuppofe, fo much defire a particular relation of that, as an anfwer to the more general queftion you ftated ; viz. Whether the gofpel of Chrift, the doc- trine of the New Teftament, doth declare an abolishment of the law of Mofes in any one particular to the Jews ? To which I anfwer affirmatively : and for the proof of what I hold, (hall al- ledge fome few plain texts of fcripture out of the epiftle to the Hebrews ; that fo I may give a full and punftual anfwer to the queltion ; becaufe, that what is there wrote has reference to the Jews, is fo plain, that it will admit of no exception. Heb. vii. 12. For the prieft-kood beifig changed^ there is t?iade of iiccejjity a change alfo of the law. This text, I think, plainly informs us, that the Levitical priefthood is chang'd ; and therefore by a neceffary confequence the law that related to that priefthood, as fuch, is chang'd. That the apoftle fpeaks here of the Levitical priefthood, appears by the context. What thofe particular laws are, which related to that priefthood as LETTER f. as fuch, is not our bufinefs now to exa- mine : 'tis fufficient for our purpofe, that this fcripture proves a change of the law belonging to the Levitical priefthood. Chap. X. I, 2. For the law having a (hadow of good things to come^ and not the g to in- troduce another. If a kini^^dom be tran- flated from one family to another, both families do not remain in exercife of dominion. Secondly, This further appears, in that the lay/ forbids that there fliould any fupply tlie variedly office, who were not of the tribe of Levi, and of the family of Aaron ; and cm fed is he, faiih the fcripture, that doth not all the words of this law. But Chrift, by taking upon hini the prieftly office, made a change, or trojijlation, of that offi.ce from the tribe of Levi to the tribe of Judah; and from the family of Aaron to that of David: and confequently made a change, or traJifla- tiG?i, of the law thereunto appertaining. . Heb. X. 9. He taketh away the firjl, that he may eJlablifD the fecond. X 3 2. This lo LETTER 11. 2. This change of the priefthood being from an imperfedl to a perfe One would think by this account, that the Britiih government were in great dan- ger by the Anabaptifts, and that there were a great number of nonjurors among them ; whereas I beheve 'twill be hard for Mr. jB. to find one of that charac- ter in the whole party ; while he knows, there are many of the church of England, who refufe to fwear to the prefent govern- ment. So that if we may judge of mens principles by their pradlices, there is a confiderable number of the church Mr. B. relates to, who are ill affefted to the pre- fent government ; while Mr. B, can find no difaffefted party, nor perhaps one dif- loyal perfon among the Anabaptifts. Let any one judge then, what juftice there ap- pears in this man's accufation. 'Tis no hard matter to guefs what punifhment this gentleman would award to thofe whom he accufes of fuch crimes as thefe, befides the levelling principle of afferting, *' that none ought to be greater than *^ other ; and that chriftians ought to " enjoy all things in common j" of rail- ing and backbiting, and of evil fur- mifes, and of fpeaking evil of things which they underftand not at all ; " which, he fays, are numbered among " the works of darknefs." But 'tis cer- tain, this accufation will deferve to be number'd among the works of darknefs too, till the truth of it be fet in a clear light. 334 Remarks upon Mr. V>AVs light. And ns Mr. B, concludes, in re- commending to Mr. C. and other Ana- baptifts, the ferious confideration of the nth verfe of the epiftle of Jude, Wo wi- to them^ for they have gone in the way of Cain, and ran greedily after the error of Balaam for reward, and perifhed in the gain- faying of Corah ; fo I wifh he had ex- plain'd his meaning. Do the Anabaptifts go in the way of Cain, by envying and perfecuting their brethren, becaufe more righteous than themfelves ? do they run greedily after the error of Balaam for re- ward^ in tempting others to lewdnefs and idolatry ? or do they prefumptuoufly op- pofe divine revelation, like thofe that perifdd in the gain-faying of Corah ? 'Tis ftrange that Mr. B, (hould give himfelf the liberty of cenfuring innocent men in a manner fo grofs, and without any proof or tolerable appearance of reafon. Mr. B, v^ould do well to beware left himfelf fall under the guilt of any of thofe crimes, with which he fo liberally befpatters his neighbours. The fpirit of perfecution he breathes in this letter, feems too much to refemble the temper of Cain, and calls for Mr. JS.'s ferious confideration and re- pentance. It were eafy. Sir, to add to thefe re- fleftions many others that would not be impertinent : but I think I have fufficient- ly infifted on the moil material things in Mr. letter fent to Mr. Chardey. j j j Mr. jB/s letter. I give you leave to com- municate this to vi^hom you think fit : but in a particular manner I defire Mr. B. may fee it, in hopes it may difengage him from his prejudices, and induce him to think more humbly of himfelf, and more charitably of his honeft neighbours and other innocent people, whom he has egre- gioufly abus'd. I conclude, in offering my hearty prayers to almighty God to make him fenfible of his error, and of his unaccountable fury^ to pardon his rafhnefs, and v^ant of charity ; and to give him a better temper of mind. I am, SIR, Tour very humble fervanfy Jof. Stennett. O F *V*^£^^'5^ O F Occafional Conformity . T O T H E Church of England* I N A LETTER T O Mr. J B Novemh. 27, 1710. Vol. IV. O F Occajlonal Conformity T O T H E Church of England, 6^c. 33? Cheafjide^ Nov. 27, lyio* Ccording to your defire, and my promife, I here fend you fome of the principal reafons, '^'^y I think the members of our congregations ought not to receive the Lord's fupper in the communion of the church of England. (i.) The firft reafon I offer againft this pradtice, is founded on the great diffe- ence there is between the conllitution of Z 2 our ^40 A letter concerning our churches, and that of the church of England. We hold, that a church of Chrift confifts of fuch a number of perfons as are capable of meeting together in one place, to celebrate all the ordinances of focial woriliip which Chrift has ordained: that men are qualified for this privilege, by making a credible profeffion of their faith in Jefus Chrift, and of their obedi- ence to him ; without which they ought not to be admitted into any chriftian church : and that fuch a church as this, which, for diftinftion fake, we call con- gregational, is independent on all other churches ; and having within itfelf fuf- ficient power, when duly organized with proper officers, for the adminiftration of all ordinances, and the due exercife of difcipline, is not under the jurifdidlion or authority of any other Church whatfoe- vers which, however, does not hinder its charitable regard to other particular churches, and a becoming deference to their advice, if found to be" confiftent with the obedience they owe to their com- mon Lord : whereas the church of Eng- land confifts of the people of England in common -, and is therefore of a national form and conftitution : 'tis divided into provincial churches -, thefe into diocefan, and thefe laft are fubdivided into pa- rochial. I occajional conformity. 541 I need not tell you, Sir, how little re- gard is had to a credible profeffion of faith in Chrift, and of obedience to him in the admiffion of members into this church ; fince, you know, the generality of 'em are admitted into it when they are uncapable of fuch a profeffion, and are fuffer'd to continue in it, tho the far greateft part of 'em are either extremely ignorant, or fcandaloufly vitious. And indeed 'tis impoffible that the dif- cipline Chrift has ordain'd, ihould be well obferved in a church of this conftitution ; becaufe the rules he has fet, are calculated for churches of a different form, fuch as I defcribed before. The church of England has the king or queen of Great Britain for its head ; a multitude of officers, whofe names and diftind: fundlions are foreign to the word of God, owe their origine to fuperftition, and their eftablifhment and authority only to the law of the land. Now the members of our churches are fuppofed to believe as they profefs : namely, that thefe churches being formed according to the diredlion of the word of God, and the pattern of the firft and pureft churches of Chrift, are founded on divine authority : and confequently, that the conftitution of the church of Eng- land, which is fo oppolite to the other, can't derive its being from the divine Z 3 word. lAi -A letter concerning word, but owes its frame to human au- thority. 'Tis therefore evident, that they ought not to receive the Lord's fupper in the church of England, unlefs they can be- lieve it reafonable to communicate with a church whofe conftitution and form is contrary to what the word of God pre- fcribes. For if it be unlawful to confti- tute a chriftian church, after a manner contrary to the rules Chrift has given us, then 'tis unlawful to communicate with fuch a church ; becaufe this is to approve, or at leaft to give countenance to, the tranfgreflion of the laws of Chrift ; nay, to concur with them in this tranfgreflion, by becoming a part of a body fo irregular- ly conftituted. For the acl of receiving the Lord's fupper in any church, is taken for a plain declaration of the receivers, that they are members of that church, at leaft pro te?npore ; and this not only in the opinion of the vulgar, but alfo in the fenfe of the law of the land. This adt is therefore interpreted as an acknowledg- ment that they . are members of this church 3 arid confequenrly, either that this church is founded on the divine au- thority dire<5lly, or that 'tis left to the legiilarure, of the nation to conftitute a church after what manner they pleafe^ cither of which conccflions would be . \v contrary occajional conformity. ^45 contrary to their own avowed principles, which have been flated before. Happy is he who condem?i5 not hijnfelf in the thing which he allows^ Rom. xiv. 22. (2.) Another thing which, in my opi- nion, renders the above-mention'd prac- tice unwarrantable, is, that thofe who communicate with the church of Eng- land, are neceffitated in fo doing to com- ply with fuch ceremonies and modes, at the adminiftration of the Lord's-fupper, as are no where prefcrib'd in the holy fcripture to be ufed on that occafion. I fhall, at prefent, only in fiance in the ceremony of kneeling ; which is impofed on thofe who receive this facrament in the church of England. This gefture, tho dijfFerent from that which our Saviour and his difciples ufed at the inflitution of this ordinance, is yet made neceiTary to the reception of it in the church. Whereas, without entering into any difpute about the lawfulnefs, or fitnefs of this pofture on this occafion, fhould we fuppofe it a matter indifferent in its own nature j for that very reafon it ought not to be made neceffary. For I would fain know, what right and power any church can fairly pretend to have, to alter the nature of things. It feems reafonable that the order of things nei:effary, and that of things in- Z 4 different 2 44 A letter concerning indifferent, fliould not be confounded ; but each left in its proper rank. There- fore what God has made neceffary, let not Men make indifferent : and what he has left indifferent, let not men make neceffary. No^v, fince the church of England makes the gefture of kneeling at the Lord's-fupper neceffary, fo that without this the beft and devouteft chriftian is not admitted to her communion ; what is this but to render this ceremony ef- fential to the ordinance of the holy fup- per ; and to make an inflitution of men, of equal authority with the command of God ? fince kneeling at this facrament is made as neceffary as the reception of the bread and wine. If it be faid, in anfwer to this, that this ceremony is in itfelf very innocent : the reply is eafy ; that this can by no ?iftify the impofition of it. The y of wailiing of hands pradifed among the Jews immediately before eat- ing, was as harmlefs in itfelf as any thing can be fuppofed to be : but when men prcfumed to make a religious rite of this indifferent thing, and to eftablifh it as a neceffary ceremony, our Saviour cenfured 'em for it after the fevereft manner : Well hath EJhias prophe/icd, laith he, of you hypocrites^ as it is written^ T'his people hcHQurs me 'with their lips^ but thejr heart is occajional conformity. 3 4 j is far from me. Howbeif^ in vain do they worjhip me^ teaching for doctrines the com- mandments of men, Mark vii. 6, 7. Nay, to refufe the Lord's-fupper to thofe who are quaUfied for it according to the rules Chrift and his apoftles have left us, merely becaufe they think them- felves bound in confcience to imitate, as near as they can, the gefture of our Sa- viour and his difciples at the inftitution of it, and therefore fcruple kneeling on this occafion; is to make an inftitution, merely humane, not only of equal autho- rity with the commands of God, but in fome refpeds fuperior to 'em : fince it is pretended to have force and effi- cacy fufficient to vacate the command of Chrift, which diredls that fuch con- fcientious perfons (Rom, xiv. i,) fhould be received to his ordinances, even when fuppofed to be weak in the faith : for the church of England refules to admit them to the LordVfupper, tho Chrift has given them a right to it. Now to refufe it to perfons qualified for it, to fuch as Chrift himfelf allows and commands to be received to this privilege, is to be guilty of unjuftly offending thofe for whom Chriji died, Rom. xiii. 15. i Cor. viii. II. It feems therefore highly reafonable to refufe to communicate with that church, which not only makes thofe things ne- cefTary 54^ ^ letter concernhig ceflary to communion which are not authoriz'd by him ; bur, by thefe impofi- tions, fets afide the authority of fome of hisexprefs commands. (3.) Again -, the perverfion of the or- dinance of the Lord's-fupper in the church of England, by making it a civil teft, is another thing that renders it unwarrant- able for the members of our churches to communicate with them. For this is fo great a proftitution of this ordinance to finifter ends, and fo contrary to the ori- ginal defign of it ; that many of the members of that church are themfelves not a little afliam'd of it, and look upon it as a profanation of the holy fupper. However 'tis well known, that 'tis ve- ry frequently adminifter'd and received, to qualify men for civil and military em- ploym^ents. And perfons of very profli- gate lives are admitted to it for this end, tho they approach it with reludancy -, being convicted in their own confciences that they are guilty of prefumption in receiving it -, yet are afraid to decline it, becaufe of the pecuniary penalty the law impofes on thofe who exercife certain offices without this qualification. This has very much fcandaliz'd a great num- ber of good men of different perfuafions : aad as this practice is unlawful in itfelf ; fb occajioiial conformity. 347 fo I take it to be one juft reafon for re- fufing to have communion with that church which has fo perverted this facred inftitution ; and that fo generally, that every minifter is obliged to give the facrament to this end, when an occafion offers. The end and deCgn of this facred fymbol is the principal thing to be re- garded in it. This is, i Cor. xi. 29. the dtfcerning the Lord's body by faith, in or- der to excite repentance, love to God, hope, thankfulnefs, ^c. in our fouls. Now if another defign be added to this, which is of a fecular nature, and which many of the communicants have principally in view \ viz, that of qualifying them for offices in the flate ; I think it fo great an abufe, that this alojie would juflify refufal to communicate with that church that orders it to be adminiftred and re- ceived to fuch a purpofe. It was a perverfion of the defign of the Lord's fupper, in the church of Co- rinth^ and a diforderly reception of it by perfons unprepared for that folemnity, that drew down the judgments of God upon them, and render'd it dangerous for them to approach the holy table again without deep repentance and other ferrti- ments concerning that ordinance than thofe they had before. (4.) A. 348 A letter concerning (4.) Again ; let it be confidered that every man ought to propofe fome good end to himfelf, even in the common ac- tions of Hfe, much more in the facred exercifes of religion. Now I can't fee any good end thofe of our communion can propofe to themfelves, in communi- cating with the church of England ; while they have the privilege of enjoy- ing this ordinance or the Lord's-fupper in fuch churches as they believe are rightly conftituted, and adminiftred after fuch a manner as is agreeable to their own fentiments. The urgency of a cafe of neceflity can't be pleaded, while they can en- joy this ordinance in churches of the pri- mitive form, and celebrated according to the inftitution of Chrilt. Nor can the delign of promoting cha- rity be reafonably pretended in this cafe ; fince it is notorious that the praftice of occafional conformity, in this refpedl, has fcandaliz'd a great part of the members of the church of England to a very great degree ; and has given them occafion to reprefent the diflenters as hypocrites, and as men capable of facrificing their con- fciences to their temporal intereft. And it is as evident that this pradlice has given great offence alfo to a great number of the diflenters, efpecially thofe of the in- -A 1 dependent; occnjional conformity. 34^ dependent form, and particularly to thofe of our communion ; fince *tis utterly in- confiftent with our principles, as has been made appear before. So that inftead of promoting charity, this pradlice is an oc- calion of fcandal on both fides. (5.) Confidering the great difference there is between the principles of our congregations, and thofe of the church of England, in the points above-men- tion'd, and many other things; if our people fhould communicate with them at the Lord's fupper after this manner, it is obvious that this would naturally tend to make them indifferent in matters of reli- gion, and regardlefs of the commands of God in things relating to his worfhip. For if men may be allowed to join in the ftrifteft ad:s of communion with a church whofe very conftitution is contrary to the appointment of our Saviour \ this will eafily open a way for the impofition of new innovations, and a fervile compliance with them : whereas God has ftriftly prohibited both an addition to, and di- minution from his inftitutions, Deut, xii. ult. The confequence of this would be, to put an effeftual bar to all reformation for the future, and to diffolve thofe churches that are formed after the pri- mitive pattern : fince, if it be lawful to 2 com- ICO A letter concerning communicate with the church of Eng- land in the ordinance of the Lord's- fupper, which is one of the ftrictefl ad:s of communion, as we have obferved be- fore; it will eafily be infer'd, that that church may be complied with in leffer matters ; efpecially when a man is prompt- ed to it by his fecular intereft, which generally lies on the fide of the eftablilh'd church. Now fince the purity of divine wor- fhip and difcipline are in the holy fcrip- ture reprefented to us as matters of the greateft moment, and worthy our ftri6tefl care; and no church has power to hinder us from worfliipping God after fuch a manner as we think moft agreeable to his will : it is evident, that we ought to em- ploy our intereft, and whatever talents God has given us, to promote the ho- nour of his name in his worfhip, and to difpofe the minds of men to reform that as well as other things, according to the rule of his word ; and, confequently, to do what in us lies, to fupport thofe foci- eties of chriftians, who moft ftridly ad- here to the divine inftitutions, and refufe to ftoop to the arbitrary impofitions of men in matters of religion. If thefe arguments had not that degree of evidence I prefume they have, but fliould only come into the rank of thofe that are termed probable j I think they might occqfional conformity. might well determine the pradice of thofe of our communion, as to the matter in debate. For certainly, it is much better for them to communicate with thofe whofe con- ftitution they are perfedly fatisfied is of divine appointment, than to venture to join themfelves, tho but occafionally, to a church which they believe to be only of human inftitution, and the form of which is not to be found in the holy fcripture ; efpecially when the natural confequences of this, which have been fpecified above, are duly confidered. Nay, if all that has been faid fhould amount to no more than only to make it doubtful, whether the praftice under con- fideration is lawful or not 3 yet even this were fufficient to decide the queftion : fince it is plain, that a man ought, in re- ligious matters efpecially, to chufe the fafeft fide 3 rather to receive the Lord's fupper, for inftance, in a communion with which he is intirely fatisfied, than to go with a mind perplexed with doubts and fcruples, to communicate with a church whofe conftitution he believes to rely merely on human authority ; whofe cere- monies are the inventions of men, and the iinpofition of them direftly contrary to the word of God, and to- chriftian li- berty I fay, if a man only doubts of the lawfulnefs of communicating with fuch a ^ church, ^^ » 2^1: ji letter concerning^ 8cc. church, this doubt ought to determine him to forbear it : for in fuch cafes, ac- cording to the apoftle, whatfoever is not of faith is Jin^ Rom. xiv. ult. To conclude, Sir, if by endeavouring brevity in thefe papers, I have happened in any thing to be obfcure, I fhall be w^il- ling to explain myfelf more fully when I have the honour to fee you. In the mean time, I heartily recommend you, and all the hopeful branches of your family, to the divine grace and protedlion. I am, SIR, Tour fine ere friend, and obliged humble fervant, J. s. FINIS. IS smf. ^«