4 A glance of thine runs through the globes,
Rules the bright worlds, and moves their frame
Broad sheets of light compose thy robes,
Thy guards are form'd of living flame.

5 How shall affrighted mortals dare
To sing thy glory or thy grace?
Beneath thy feet we lie so far,

And see but shadows of thy face..

6 Who can behold the blazing light?
Who can approach consuming flame?
None-but thy wisdom knows-thy might,
None-but thy word-can speak thy name.

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LIFE AND ETERNITY.

HEE we adore, Eternal Name,

THEE humbly own to Thee;

How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground
To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around

To hurry mortals home.

5 Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!

The eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!

6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attend on every breath:

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road:
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

COMPLAINING OF SPIRITUAL Sloth.

1M Awake, my sluggish soul!

Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull!

2 Go to the ants; for one poor grain
See how they toil and strive;

Yet we, who have a heaven to obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;

We, for whose guards the angel-bands
Come flying from above:

4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good;

How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his Blood!

5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts ?

Come, Holy Dove, from the heavenly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts.

6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous souls to rise:

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With hands of faith and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

JUDGMENT.

WO'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, THEN rising from the bed of death,

I view my Maker face to face,

Oh! how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought!

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In Majesty severe;

And sit in judgment on my soul,
Oh! how shall I appear!

4 Oh! may my broken, contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament;

And early, with repentant tears,
Eternal woe prevent!

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans
To give those sorrows weight.

6 For, never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure;

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Who knows thy only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

ON THE CRUCIFIXION.

ROM whence these dire portents around,
That earth and heaven amaze?

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Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Not thus did Sinai's trembling head,
With sacred horror nod,
Beneath the dark pavilion spread
Of legislative God.

3 Thou earth, thy lowest centre shake,
With Jesus sympathize!

Thou sun, as hell's deep gloom be black,
'Tis thy Creator dies!

4 See, streaming from the' accursed tree,
His all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite?-'tis He!
My Saviour and my God!

5 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me the death is borne;

My sin gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

6 Let sin no more my mind enslave!
Break, Lord, the tyrant's chain;
O save me whom thou cam'st to save!
Nor bleed, nor die in vain !

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SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE.

HE Lord how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.

2 Immortal Glory forms his throne,
And Light his awful robe;
While with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.

3 A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;

Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them as he please.

4 Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms;

His sov'reign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.

5 His bowels to our worthless race
In sweet compassion move;

He clothes his looks with smiling grace,
And takes his title, Love.

6 Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will;

Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain,
We are his children still.

7 No more shall peevish passions rise,
Our tongues no more complain !
'Tis sov'reign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.

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FAITH IN CHRIST.

OW sad our state by nature is,
Our sin how deep it stains!

And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word:
Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3 My soul obeys the' Almighty's call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord!
O help my unbelief!

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly:

Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thy arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;

Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With his infernal crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into thy arms I fall;

Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my ALL.

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INCONSTANCY.

ORD Jesu, when, when shall it be,
That I no more shall break with thee?

When will this war of passions cease,
And my free soul enjoy thy peace?

2 Here I repent, and sin again;
Now I revive, and now am slain;
Slain with the same unhappy dart,
Which, Oh! too often wounds my heart.

3 O Saviour, when, when shall I be
A garden seal'd to all but thee?
No more expos'd, no more undone;
But live and grow to Thee alone!

4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force!
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By Thee my Way, to Thee my End.

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