4 Now to the GOD of Victory Who makes us Conqu'rors while we die, XVIII. Blessed are the Dead that die in the LORD, Rev. xiv. 3. HE [claims EAR what the Voice from Heav'n pro- 2 They die in JESUS, and are blefs'd; 3 Far from this World of Toil and Strife, XIX. The Song of Simeon; or Death made defirable, 1 Lo ORD, at thy Temple we appear, And hope to meet our Saviour here;' 2 With what divine and vaft Delight When fondly in his wither'd Arms 3 Now I can leave this World, he cry'd; "Behold thy Servant dies: "I've feen thy great Salvation, LORD; "This is the Light prepar'd to fhine "Thine Ifrael's Glory, and their. Hope, [5 JESUS! the Vifion of thy Face 6 Then, while ye hear my Heart-ftrings break, XX. Spiritual Apparel, namely, The Robe of Righ teoufnefs, and Garments of Salvation, Ifa. Ixi. 10. AWAKE, my Heart, árife my Tongue, Prepare a tuneful Voice, In GOD, the Life of all my Joys, 2 'Tis He adorn'd my naked Soul, Upon a poor polluted Worm He makes his Graces fhine. 8 And left the Shadow of a Spot Should on my Soul be found, He took the Robe the Saviour wrought, 4 How far the heav'nly Robe exceeds These Ornaments, how bright they fhine! 6 Strangely, my Soul, art thou array'd XXI. A Vifion of the Kingdom of CHRIST among Men, Rev. xxi, 1—4; i O, what a glorious Sight appears The Earth and Seas are pafs'd away, From the third Heav'n, where GoD refides, 3 Attending Angels fhout for Joy, 4 "Mortals, behold the facred Seat "Men, the dear Objects of his Grace, "And He the loving God. "His own soft Hand shall wipe the Tears 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long! XXII. and XXIII. Referred to the 125th Pfalm. XXIV. The rich Sinner dying, Pfal. xlix. 6, 9. Eccl. viii. 8. Job iii. 14, 15. 1 vain the wealthy Mortals toil, Nad heap their thining Duft in vain; Look down and scorn the humble Poor, And boast their lofty Hills of Gain. 2 Their golden Cordials cannot ease Their pained Hearts or aching Heads, Nor fright, nor bribe approaching Death, From glitt'ring Roofs and downy Beds. 3 The ling'ring, the unwilling Soul, The difmal Summons must obey, And bid a long, a fad Farewel, 4 Thence they are huddled to the Grave, Where Kings and Slaves have equal Thrones; Their Bones without Diftin&tion lie, Amongst the Heap of meaner Bones. I The reft referred to the 49th Pfalm. XXV. A Vifion of the Lamb, Rev. v. 6–9. ALL. Mortal Vanities begone, Nor [2 Glory his fleecy Robe adorns, my Ears; Mark'd with the bloody Death he bore; Sev'n are his Eyes, and fev'n his Horns, To speak his Wisdom and his Power. 3 Lo, he receives a fealed Book From Him that fits upon the Throne: JESUS, my LORD, prevails to look On dark Decrees, and Things unknown.] 4 All the affembling Saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new Songs of Gofpel-found Addrefs their Honours to his Name. [5 The Joy, the Shout, the Harmony Flies o'er the everlasting Hills; |