Since thus thy threat'ning law is honour'd more Than e'er my fins affronted it before: Since juftice ftern may greater glory win, By justifying in thy darling Son, Than by condemning ev'n the rebel me; To this device of wisdom, lo! I flee. Let justice, Lord, according to thy will, * Be glorify'd with glory great and full; Not now in hell where juflice petty pay • Is but extorted parcels minc'd for ay: But glorify'd in Chrift, who down has told The total fum at once in liquid gold. In lowest hell low praise is only won, But juftice has the highest in thy Son; The Sun of righteousness that fet in red, To fhew the glorious morning would fucceed. In him then fave thou me from fin and fhame, And to the highest glorify thy name.

• Since this bright scene thy glories all exprefs, And grace as emprefs reigns through righteousness; Since mercy fair runs in a crimson flood, • And vents through justice-satisfying blood: • Not only then for mercy's fake I fue, But for the glory of thy juftice too.

And fince each letter of thy name divine
Has in fair Jefus' face the brightest shine,
This glorious Hufband be for ever mine.

On this strong argument, fo fweet fo bleft, "With thy allowance, Lord, I must infift. • Great God, fince thou allow'ft unworthy me To make thy glorious name my humble plea; No glory worthy of it wilt thou gain, By cafting me into the burning main.

My feeble back can never fuit the load,
That speaks thy name a fin-revenging God.
Scarce would that name feem a confuming fire
Upon a worm unworthy of thine ire.

'But fee the worthy Lamb, thy chosen Prieft, With justice' burning-glafs against his breaft, • Contracting all the beams of 'venging wrath, As in their centre, till he burn to death.

Vengeance can never be so much proclaim'd, By scatter'd beams among the millions damn'd. Then, Lord, in him me to the utmost fave, And thou shalt glory to the highest have: Glory to wisdom, that contriv'd fo well! Glory to pow'r, that bore and bury'd hell! "Glory to holiness, which fin defac'd,

With finless service now divinely grac'd! "Glory to justice' fword, that flaming stood, Now drunk to pleasure with atoning blood! Glory to truth, that now in fcarlet clad,

• Has feal'd both threats and promises with red! Glory to mercy, now in purple streams,

So fweetly gliding through the divine flames Of other once offended, now exalted names! • Each attribute confpires with joint embrace, To fhew its fparkling rays in Jesus' face; And thus to deck the crown of matchlefs grace.

But to thy name in hell ne'er can accrue The thousandth part of this great revenue. 'O ravishing contrivance! light that blinds 'Cherubic gazers, and feraphic minds.

They pry into the deep, and love to learn "What yet should vaftly more be my concern. Lord, once my hope most reafonlefs could dream Of heav'n, without regard to thy great name:

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'But here is laid my lafting hope to found,

A highly rational, a divine ground.

'Tis reafonable, I expect, thou'lt take' The way that moft will for thine honour make. Is this the plan? Lord, let me build my claim To life, on this high glory of thy name.' 'Nor let my faithless heart or think, or fay, That all this glory fhall be thrown away In my perdition; which will never raife To thy great name fo vaft a rent of praise. • O then a rebel into favour take:

Lord, fhield and fave me for thy glory's fake. My endless ruin is not worth the coft,

That fo much glory be for ever lost. 'I'll of the greatest finner bear the shame,

To bring the greatest honour to thy name. Small lofs, though I should perish endless days, 'But thousand pities grace fhould lose the praife. O hear, JEHOVAH, get the glory then,

And to my fupplication fay, Amen.'

SECT. V.

The terrible DOOM of unbelievers and rejecters of CHRIST, or defpifers of the gospel.

HUS, finner, into Jefus' bofom flee,

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Then there is hope in Ifra'l fure for thee. Slight not the call, as running by in rhime, Left thou repent for ay, if not in time. "Tis mot unlawful to contemn and fhun All wholefome counfels that in metre run; Since the prime fountains of the facred writ Much heav'nly truth in holy rhimes transmit. If this don't please, yet hence it is no crime To verify the word, and preach in rhime.

eyes.

But in whatever mould the doctrine lies,
Some erring minds will gofpel-truth defpife
Without remeid, till Heav'n anoint their
These lines pretend no conquering art nor fkill,
But fhew, in weak attempts, a ftrong good-will,
To mortify all native legal pride,

And court the Lamb of God a virgin bride.
If he thy conjunct match be never giv'n,
Thou'rt doom'd to hell, as fure as God's in
heav'n.

If gofpel-grace and goodnefs don't thee draw,
Thou art condemn'd already by the law.
Yea, hence damnation deep will doubly brace,
If still thy heart contemn redeeming grace.
No argument from fear or hope will move,
Or draw thy heart, if not the bond of love:
Nor flowing joys, nor flaming terrors chafe
To Chrift the ha'vn, without the gales of grace.
O flighter then of grace's joyful found,
Thou'rt over to the wrathful ocean, bound.
Anon thou'lt fink into the gulf of woes,
Whene'er thy wafting hours are at a clofe:
Thy falfe old legal hope will then be loft,
And with thy wretched foul give up the ghoft.
Then farewel God and Chrift, and grace and
Undone thou art, undone for evermore, [glore;
For ever finking underneath the load
And preffure of a fin-revenging God.
The fecret awful text afferts, To fall
Into his living hands is fearful thrall;
When no more facrifice for fin remains*,
But ever-living wrath, and lafting chains:
Heav'n ftill upholding life in dreadful death,
Still throwing down hot thunderbolts of wrath,

*Heb, x. 29, 31.

As full of terror, and as manifold,

As finite veffels of his wrath can hold.

"Oh! if this damning God would let me die, And not torment me to eternity!

Why from the filent womb of stupid earth, • Did Heav'n awake and push me into birth? Curs'd be the day that ever gave me life 'Curs'd be the cruel parents, man and wife, Means of my being, inftruments of wo; For now I'm damn'd, I'm damn'd and always Curs'd be the day that ever made me hear (fo! The gofpel-call, which brought falvation near. • The endlefs found of flighted mercy's bell, Has in mine ears the moft tormenting knell. Of offer'd grace I vain repent the lofs, The joyful found with horror recognofce. The hollow vault reverberates the found; This killing echo ftrikes the deepeft wound, • And with too late remorfe does now con

found.

Into the dungeon of defpair I'm lock'd, • Th' once open door of hope for ever block'd: Hoplefs, I fink into the dark abyss,

Banifh'd for ever from eternal blifs. In boiling waves of vengeance must I lie? O could I curfe this dreadful God, and die! Infinite years in torment fhall I fpend, And never, never, never, at an end! Ah! muft I live in torturing despair 'As many years as atoms in the air? • When these are spent, as many thousands more As grains of fand that croud the ebbing fhore?