Almighty vengeance frowns on high, And flames array the throne; While thunder murmurs round the sky, Where fhall I hide this noxious head: Or fhall I wrap me in the shade Is there no fhelter from the eye Jefus, to thy dear wounds I fly, Thofe guardian drops my foul fecure, I bless that wondrous purple stream Yet is my foul but half redeem'd, If fin the tyrant reign. Lord, blaft his empire with thy breath, That curfed throne must fall; Ye flattering plagues, that work my death, Fly, for I hate you all. SOVEREIGNTY and GRACE. HE Lord! how fearful is his name! THE How wide is his command! Nature, with all her moving frame, Immortal glory forms his throne, Whilft with a fmile, or with a frown, A word of his Almighty breath Adoring angels round him fall His fovereign eye looks through them all, His bowels, to our worthless race, In fweet compassion move; He cloathes his looks with fofteft And takes his title, Love. Now let the Lord for ever reign, And fway us as he will, grace, Sick, or in health, in eafe, or pain, We are his favourites ftill. No No more fhall peevish paffion rife, The tongue no more complain; 'Tis fovereign love that lends our joys, And love refumes again. The LAW and GOSPEL. CURS URST be the man, for ever curst, "That doth one wilful fin commit; "Death and damnation for the first, "Without relief and infinite." Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth "Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, "And life, and joys, and crowns above, Hark, how he prays, (the charming found Go, you that reft upon the law, But I'll retire beneath the cross: Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie; And the keen fword that juftice draws, Seeking a divine Calm in a restless World. E "O Mens, quæ ftabili fata Regis vice, &c.”, Cafimire, Book III. Od. 28. TERNAL mind, who rul'ft the fates Of dying realms, and rifing ftates, With one unchang'd decree; While we admire thy vaft affairs, Thou scattereft honours, crowns, The bubbles and the oar: Here a vain man his fceptre breaks, And warriors win and lofe; and gold: This rolling world will never ftand, Plunder'd and fnatch'd from hand to hand, As power decays or grows. Earth's but an atom: Greedy fwords Carve it amongst a thousand lords, Let greedy fwords still fight and flay, HAPPY FRAILT Y. HOW meanly dwells th' immortal mind! "How vile thefe bodies are ! "Why was a clod of earth defign'd "T'enclofe a heavenly star? "Weak cottage where our fouls refide! "This flesh a tottering wall; "With frightful breaches gaping wide "The building bends to fall. "All round it storms of trouble blow, "And waves of forrow roll; "Cold waves and winter storms beat through, "And pain the tenant-foul. "Alas! how frail our state!" said I: And thus went mourning on, Till fudden from the cleaving iky My foul all felt the glory come, And breath'd her native air; Then the remember'd heaven her home, And the a prifoner here. I 2 Straight |