IV. Go shepherds, where the infant lies, V. Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around VI. Glory to GOD that reigns above, 'Let peace surround the earth; 'Mortals shall know their Maker's love, 'At their Redeemer's birth.' VII. LORD! and shall angels have their songs, O may we lose those useless tongues VII. Glory to God that reigns above, We join to sing our Maker's love, GOD Glorious, and Sinners Saved. I. FATHER how wide thy glories shines! How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. II. Those mighty orbs proclaim: thy power, And on the wings of ev'ry hour, III. Part of thy name divinely stands They shew the labour of thine hands, IV. But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms; V. Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe, We love and we adore; The first arch-angel never saw So much of God before. VI. Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess VII. When sinners broke the Father's laws, Oh the dear myst'ries of his cross! VIII. Now the full glories of the Lamb Sweet cherubs learn Immanual's name, IX. O may I bear some humble part Wonder and joys shall tune my heart, G The humble Enquiry. A FRENCH SONNET IMITATED. 1695. Grand. Dieu, tes Jugemens, &c. I. RACE rules below, and sits enthron'd above. How few the sparks of wrath! how slow they And drop and die in boundless seas of love! II. [move, But me, vile wretch! should pitying love embrace And flash, and burn me through the boundless seas. III. Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness grown IV. Thine honour bids, Avenge thine injur'd Name, V. Shou'd heav'n grow black, Almighty thunder roar, And vengeance biast me, I could plead no more, But own thy justice dying, and adore. VI. Yet can those bolts of death that cleave the flood, HE The Penitent Pardoned. I. ENCE from my soul, my sins depart, Your fatal friendship now I see, Long have you dwelt too near my heart, Hence to eternal distance flee. II. Ye gave my dying Lord his wound, III. Black heavy thoughts like mountains, roll O'er my poor breast, with boding fears, And crushing hard my tortur'd soul, Wring through my eyes the briny tears. IV. Forgive my treasons, Prince of Grace, V. Great Advocate, look down and see VI. Peace, my complaints; let every groan VII. Lo, from the everlasting skies, The Dove Immortal downward flies, With peaceful olive in his bill. VIII. How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! A HYMN of praise for three great SALVA TIONS---Viz. 1. From the Spanish Invasion, 1588.-2. From the Gun-Powder Plot, Nov. 5.----3. From Popery and Slavery by K. WILLIAM of glorious memory, who landed, Nov. 5, 1688. INFIN COMPOSED, Nov. 5, 1695. I. INFINITE GOD, thy counsels stand Pillars to prop our sinking land, II. From pole to pole thy name is known, III. Part of thy church, by thy command, |