GOD GLORIOUS, AND SINNERS SAVED. FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour Part of thy name divinely stands But when we view thy strange design Where vengeance and compassion join Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe : Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess When sinners broke the Father's laws, Oh, the dear mysteries of his cross! Now the full glories of the Lamb O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, THE PENITENT PARDONED. HENCE from my soul, my sins, depart, Ye gave my dying Lord his wound, 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. 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.' 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. Peace, my complaints; let every groan Lo, from the everlasting skies, How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! THE HUMBLE INQUIRY: A FRENCH SONNET IMITATED, 1695. Grand Dieu, tes Jugemens, &c. GRACE rules below, and sits enthron'd above, How few the sparks of wrath! how slow they move, And drop and die in boundless seas of love! But me, vile wretch, should pitying love embrace Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness grown Thine honour bids avenge thine injur'd name,' Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory claim, While my moist tears might but incense thy flame. Should Heaven grow black, almighty thunder roar, Yet can those bolts of death that cleave the flood A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR THREE GREAT SALVATIONS, viz. 1- From the Spanish Invasion, 1588. 2. From the Gunpowder Plot, Nov. 5, 1605. 3. From Popery and Slavery, by King William, of glorious Memory, who landed Nov. 5, 1688. Composed, Nov. 5, 1695. INFINITE God, thy counsels stand Or guardian rocks to break the seas. From pole to pole thy name is known, Part of thy church, by thy command, In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd; |