4 See him below his angels made,
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New-made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.
heart to all below,
my
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark, mine eyes, and deaf, my ears
2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize:
Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.
3 All earthly joys are overweigh❜d
With mountains of vexatious care;
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?
4 Begone, for ever, mortal things!
Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell!
Angels aspire on lofty wings,
And leave the globe for ants to dwell.
5 Come, heaven, and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sovereign good;
She was all made of heavenly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.
The prosperity of Sinners cursed.
L ORD, what a thoughtless wretch was 1,
To mourn, and murmur and repine
To see the wicked plac'd on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine!
2 But oh their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.
3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again:
There they may stand with haughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.
Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.
95. The World's three chief Temptations.
1 WHEN in the light of faith divine
We look on things below,
Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too!
2 Honour's a puff of noisy breath;
Yet men expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death
To gain that airy good.
Whilst others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on shining dust,
They rob the serpent of his food
T' indulge a sordid lust.
4 The pleasures that allure our sense
Are dangerous snares to souls;
There's but a drop of flattering sweet,
And dash'd with bitter bowls.
5 God is mine all-sufficient good,
My portion and my choice;
In him my vast desires are fill'd,
And all my powers rejoice.
6 In vain the world accosts my ear
And tempts my heart anew;
I cannot buy your bliss so dear,
Nor part with heaven for you.
The End of the World.
1 WHY should this earth delight us so? Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And every pleasure dies?
2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.
3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face.
4 When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?
97. The Vanity of earthly Things. WH
WHAT are possessions, fame, and power,
The boasted splendour of the great?
What gold, which dazzled eyes adore,
And seek with endless toils and sweat?
2 Express their charms, declare their use,
That we their merits may descry,
Tell us what good they can produce,
Or what important wants supply.
3 If, wounded with the sense of sin,
To them for pardon we should pray,
Will they restore our peace within,
And wash our guilty stains away?
Can they celestial life inspire,
Nature with power divine renew,
With pure and sacred transports fire
Our bosom, and our lusts subdue?
5 When with the pangs of death we strive,
And yield all comforts here for lost,
Will they support us, will they give
Kind succour, when we need it most?
6 When at th' Almighty's awful bar
To hear our final doom we stand,
Can they incline the Judge to spare,
Or wrest the vengeance from his hand?
7 Can they protect us from despair,
From the dark reign of death and hell,
Crown us with bliss, and throne us where
The just, in joys immortal, dwell?
8 Sinners, your idols we despise,
If these reliefs they cannot grant;
Why should we such delusions prize,
And pine in everlasting want?
The Glutton and the Drunkard.
AIN man, on foolish pleasures bent,
Prepares for his own punishment;
What pains, what loathsome maladies
From luxury and lust arise!
2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste,
Yet drowns his health to please his taste;
Till all his active powers are lost,
And fainting life draws near the dust.
3 The glutton groans and loaths to eat,
His soul abhors delicious meat:
Nature, with heavy loads opprest,
Would yield to death to be releas'd.
Then how the frighted sinners fly
To God for help with earnest cry!
He hears their groans, prolongs their bi cath, And saves them from approaching death. 5 O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful offerings prove flow they adore their Maker's love.
The Deity and Humanity of Christ, John i. 1. 3. 14. Col. i. 16. Eph. iii. 9, 10.
} ERE the blue heavens were stretch'd abroał From everlasting was the Word;
With God he was; the Word was God,
And must divinely be ador'd.
2 By his own power were all things made;
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,
And angels fly at his command.
Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
(Thy generation who can tell,
Or count the number of thy years?)
4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms,
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may converse hold with worms,
Drest in such feeble flesh as they.
Mortals with joy beheld his face
Th' eternal Father's only Son;
How full of truth! how full of grace!
When through his eyes the Godhead shone.
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