His abfolute eternity Doth from himself arise ; Nor is it poffible that he Should e'er be otherwise. Eternity! Who can conceive With what it doth abound? In Heav'n, this is the happy word, Oh! may fuch awful thoughts as these, Conduce unto thy fervant's peace, And furth'rance of falvation. And when thou call'ft me to the grave, That I may free admittance have To thine eternal rest. An An Enquiry after Happiness. MISTAKEN mortals, strive in vain, Which fain they would on earth poffefs. But wanting intellectual light, While fenfual objects they pursue, The world's a gilded counterfeit, The way of life unto the wife Earth cannot give what ne'er was her's, Of Of all enjoyments here below, 'Tis Heav'n the Saviour's love to know; As in the facred word reveal'd, And by the holy spirit feal'd. From this internal evidence, Flow joys beyond the reach of fense: 'Tis grace's fulness, glory's crown, Fallen Angels and fallen Man. WITH humble rev'rence, Lord, I would effay The triumphs of thy juftice to display; Prime fav'rites in the glorious courts above, But oh! the dire effects of curfed fin! When Lucifer, and multitudes with him Combining, their allegiance to withdraw, Refus'd fubjection to their sov'reign's law; Raifing rebellion, thought to seize the throne, And place the bold ufurper thereupon: Till, to their coft, they found that there could be But one Almighty, and their Maker he; Whose wrath, incens'd against the rebel crew, The sword of his tremendous justice drew; Which brandish'd high, the Heav'n's began to roar, With peals of thunder never heard before, Mixt with inceffant light'nings, flaming bright; Storms of red vengeance quell'd their boasted might. No longer able now to make defence, 'Twas vain to strive against Omnipotence. Confufion feiz'd upon the rebel hoft, Raging with malice, though the day was loft. Inexorable juftice them purfu'd, With dreadful horrors, and their powers fubdu'd: Banish'd Banish'd for ever from the realms of blifs, By Heav'n's decree bound fast in iron chains, Here pause awhile, my foul, reflect and learn What does belong unto thine own concern. With low proftration come, admire free grace Extended unto fallen Adam's race. To fill the feats apoftate angels left, When |