But Fruits of Life and Glory grow
In thy most holy Word.

Here are my choiceft Treasures hid,
Here my best Comfort lies;
Here my Defires are fatisfi'd,
And hence my Hopes arife.

LORD, make me understand thy Law,
Shew what my Faults have been!
And from thy Gofpel let me draw
Pardon for all my Sin.

Here would I learn how CHRIST has dy'd, my Soul from Hell :

To fave

Not all the Books on Earth befide

Such heavenly Wonders tell.

Then let me love

my Bible more,

And take a fresh Delight

By Day to read thefe Wonders o'er
And meditate by Night.

SONG IX.

The All-feeing God.

ALMIGHTY GOD, thy piercing Eye
Strikes thro' the Shades of Night
And our moft fecret Actions lie
All open to thy Sight.

There's not a Sin that we commit,
Nor wicked Word we fay,
But in thy dreadful Book 'tis writ,
Against the Judgment Day.

And muft the Crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there?
Be all expos'd before the Son,
While Men and Angels hear?

LORD, at thy Foot afham'd I lie;
Upward I dare not look :

Pardon my Sins before I die,
And blot them from thy Book.
Remember all the dying Pains
That my Redeemer felt,

And let his Blood wash out my Stains,
And answer for my Guilt.

O may I now for ever fear
T'indulge a finful Thought,
Since the great God can fee and hear,
And writes down ev'ry Fault.

Solemn Thoughts of God and Death. THERE is a GOD, that reigns above, LORD of the Heav'ns, and Earth, and Seas,

I fear his Wrath, Lafk his Love,
And with my Lips I fing his Praise.

There is a Law which he has writ,
To teach us all what we must do;
My Soul, to his Commands fubmit,
For they are holy, juft, and true.

There is a Gofpel of rich Grace, Whence Sinners all their Comfort draw:

LORD, I repent and feek thy Face;
For I have often broke thy Law.

There is an Hour when I must die,

Nor do I know how foon 'twill come ; A thoufand Children young as I,

Are call'd by Death to hear the
Doom.

Let me improve the Hours I have,
Before the Day of Grace is fled:
There's no Repentance in the Grave,
Nor Pardons offer'd to the Dead.

Juft as the Tree cut down, that fell
To North or Southward, there it lies
So Man departs to Heav'n or Hell,
Fix'd in the State wherein he dies.

THERE is beyond the Sky

A Heav'n of Joy and Love, And holy Children when they die Go to that World above.

There is a dreadful Hell,

And everlasting Pains;

There Sinners must with Devils dwell In Darkness, Fire, and Chains.

Can fucha Wretch as I

Efcape this curfed End?

And may I hope whene'er I die
I fhall to heaven afcend?

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