Ver. "Thou worthy art to take the book,
And open ev'ry feal,

Who to the Father's heart canft look,
And fhew bis fecret will.

Since thou, for crimes of burs, was flain,
Of ours, and not thine own,
Thou worthy art to rile and reign,
And fill thy Father's throne.
From ev'ry kindred, nation, tongue,
Thou brought thy chofen race;
And diftant ifles have feen and fung
The wonders of thy grace.

Thou haft redeem'd our fouls with blood,
And fet the captives free;

10 Haft made us kings and priests to God,
And we fall reign with thee :

II

Reign ev'n on earth; for, by thy word,
Our honour there is vaft,

To rule us with a two-edg'd fword,
And judge the world at laft."

11 COME, let us join our chearful fongs

With angels round the throne;

Ten thoufand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are end.

12 Worthy's the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus;

Worthy's the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was flain for us.

He's worthy to receive all pow'r,

And riches all befide,

Wisdom, and ftrength, and honour, glore,

And bleffings on his head.

[Pow'r and dominion are his due,

Though doom'd at Pilate's bar;

Wisdom belongs to Jefus too,

Tho' charg'd with maduefs here.

Ver. All riches are his native right,
Who bore amazing lofs;
To him belongs eternal might
Who felt the weak'ning cross.
To him be iafting honours paid,
Inftead of fhame and fcorn,
While glory fhines around his head,
A crown without a thorn.

He bore the curfe for man that fell,
To him be bleffing giv'n :

The Lamb that fap'd the gate of hell,
Hath gain'd the praife of heav'n.
Thus angels crown their Lord, you see;
More fib to him may fing,

Worthy's the Lamb, our kin, to be
Our Prophet, Priest, and King.]

The Song of all the Creatures. Rev. v. 13, 14.

V

HEN lapfed men were fav'd from hell
By Jefus' precious blood,

And wretches, that did once rebel,

Were made the friends of God:

When faints and angels had begun
Praise to the Lamb to fing;
With echoes to the fong anon

Both heav'n and earth did ring:
The creatures all that groan'd before
Through man's accurfed fall,
Join'd with the fingers to adore

The Lamb that eas'd their thrall.
Lo! all that dwell above the fky,
And in air, earth, and feas,
Confpire to lift his glories high,
And fpeak his endless praife.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb,

Pow'r, honour, bleffing, praife, faid they,
Beyond what we can pen,

Be giv'n to him, that lives for ay,
By creatures all, Amen.

SONG

V.

The Song of Saints and Angels, after the fealing of the Servants of GOD: alfo the Happiness of faithful Sufferers for CHRIST. Rev. vii. 10,-17. 10 A DORING faints made this their pfalm,

Salvation to our God,

That fits enthron'd, and to the Lamb,
That wash'd us in his blood.

11 Amen, faid hofts of angels bright,
12 For to our God pertain

13

Thanksgiving, wifdom, glory, might,
For evermore, Amen.

But who are thefe, our heav'nly mates,
Thus cloth'd in white array?

Whence came they to the happy feats
Of everlafling day?

14 Lo! these are they, the friends of God,
Thro' fuff'ring great who came,

And wash'd their raiments white in blood,
The blood of Chrift the Lamb.

15 Now they approach JEHOVAH's throne,
And ferve him night and day;
His prefence fills them ev'ry one
With glorious joy for ay.

16 No more fhall hunger pain their heart;
Nor parching thirst annoy;

Nor fcorching fun, nor hottest smart,
Henceforth abate their joy.

17 The Lamb that fills the middle throne,
To fhed his milder beams,

Shall feed his flock, and lead them on
To drink of living ftreams.

Renew'd fhall be their fweet folace
Thro' rounds of endless years;
And the foft hand of fov'reign grace
Shall wipe away their tears.

The Song of the Saints and Angels, after the founding of the feventh Trumpet; or, the Kingdom of CHRIST and the Day of Judgment. Rev. xi. 15,-18.

15 KINGS of the earth with glad accord,

Shall, for their nobler gain,

Give up their kingdoms to the Lord,
Who fhall for ever reign.

16 Great God, thou doft thy pow'r affume,
We give thee thanks for this;

17 Thou art, and waft, and art to come, And thine the kingdom is.

18 The angry nations fret and roar,
And vex themselves in rage,

That they can flay the faints no more,
Nor hunt them off the stage.
But on the wings of vengeance flees
Our great and mighty God,
To pay, with int'reft, refting foes,
And long arrears of blood.
The Judge appears, the martyrs rife,
To fhare the grand folace;
Come, come, ye faints, receive the prize,
The full reward of grace.

Dellroyers rife, and new appear
Before the hated throne,

The last decifive doom to hear;
Ye fons of wrath, be gone.

The Church's Song, upon the Devil's being vanquished; or, upon Michael's War with the Dragon. Rev. xii. 7,-IZ.

7,8 LE Heav'n's wars, when Micha'l flood
TET mortal tongues attempt to fing

Chief general of th' eternal King,
And fought in name of God.

Ver. Against the dragon and his hoft,
God's armies did prevail;

9

10

In vain they rage, in vain they boast,
Their hellish weapons fail.

Down to the earth was Satan thrown,
And down his legions fell;

Then was the trump of triumph blown,
And fhook the gates of hell.
Now day is come, and night is past,
Chrift has affum'd his pow'r :
The grand accufer down is caft
From heav'n, to rife no more.

II 'Twas by the blood of Christ the Lamb
Saints trode the tempter down;
And by his faithful word o'ercame,
To their immense renown.
Their mortal lives they loved not,
But gave them up to death,
In love to him for whom they fought,
And spent their vital breath.

12 Rejoice, ye heav'ns, let ev'ry star
Shine brighter round the fky:

Saints, while you fing the heav'nly war,
Raife Jefus name on high.

But wo to earth's indwellers all!

For Satan's laft effort

Is in great wrath on you to fall

His time, he knows, is thort.

SONG VIII.

A Song concerning the Blessedness of the Dead, that die in the Lord. Rev. xvi. 13.

WRITE, faid the heav'nly voice, record,

That bleft are all the dead,

Who die in Jefus Chrift the Lord:
Yea, yea, the Spirit said;

That henceforth happily they may
From all their labours reft,
Through fin and fuff'rings here-away,
Which did their peace moleft.