IV.

Go shepherds, where the infant lies,
'And see his humble throne;
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
'Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.'

V.

Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around
The heavenly armies throng,
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:

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,
And men no tunes to raise ?

O may we lose those useless tongues
When they forget to praise !

VII.

Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn.

We join to sing our Maker's love,
For there's a Saviour born.

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,
Their motion speak thy skill:

And on the wings of ev'ry hour,
We read thy patience still.

III.

Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ,

They shew the labour of thine hands,
Or impress of thy feet.

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
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice or the grace.

VII.

When sinners broke the Father's laws,
The dying Son atones;

Oh the dear myst'ries of his cross!
The triumph of his groans!

VIII.

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;

Sweet cherubs learn Immanual's name,
And try their choicest strains,

IX.

O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!

Wonder and joys shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue."

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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.

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But me, vile wretch! should pitying love embrace
Deep in its ocean, hell itself would blaze,

And flash, and burn me through the boundless seas.

III.

Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness grown
Seems to confine thy choice to wrath alone,
And calls thy power to vindicate thy throne.

IV.

Thine honour bids, Avenge thine injur'd Name,
Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory claim,
While my moist tears might but incense thy flame.

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,
To reach a rebel, pierce this sacred shroud,
Ting'd in the vital stream of my Redeemer's blood.

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,
Yet I caress'd your viperous brood,
And in my heart-strings lapp'd you round,
You, the vile murderers of my God.

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,
The bloody Jews were traitors too,
Yet thou hast pray'd for that curs'd race,
Father, they know not what they do.

V.

Great Advocate, look down and see
A wretch whose smarting sorrows bleed;
O plead the same excuse for me!
For, Lord, I knew not what I did.

VI.

Peace, my complaints; let every groan
Be still, and silence wait his love;
Compassions dwell amidst his throne,
And through his inmost bowels move.

VII.

Lo, from the everlasting skies,
Gently, as morning dews distil,

The Dove Immortal downward flies,

With peaceful olive in his bill.

VIII.

How sweet the voice of pardon sounds!
Sweet the relief to deep distress!
I feel the balm that heals my wounds,
And all my pow'rs adore the grace.

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
Like mountains. of eternal brass,

Pillars to prop our sinking land,
Our guardian rocks to break the seas.

II.

From pole to pole thy name is known,
Thee a whole heav'n of angels praise;
Our labouring tongues would reach thy throne
With the loud triumphs of thy grace.

III.

Part of thy church, by thy command,
Stands rais'd upon the British Isles;
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