Where shall I hide this noxious head; Can rocks or mountains save? Or shall I wrap me in the shade Is there no shelter from the eye Those guardian drops my soul secure, And wash away my sin; Eternal justice frowns no more, And conscience smiles within. I bless that wondrous purple stream Lord, blast his empire with thy breath, Ye flattering plagues, that work my death, SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE. THE Lord! how fearful is his name! Immortal glory forms his throne, A word of his Almighty breath Adoring angels round him fall, His bowels, to our worthless race, In sweet compassion move; Now let the Lord for ever reign, Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain, No more shall peevish passion rise, THE LAW AND GOSPEL. "CURST be the man, for ever curst, "That doth one wilful sin commit; "Death and damnation for the first, "Without relief, and infinite." Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth "Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, Streaming along a Saviour's blood, "And life, and joys, and crowns above, 66 Dear-purchas'd by a bleeding God." Hark, how he prays (the charming sound Go, you that rest upon the law, But I'll retire beneath the cross; And the keen sword that justice draws, SEEKING A DIVINE CALM IN A REST LESS WORLD. "O Mens, quæ stabili fata Regis vice," &c. Casimire, Book 111. Od. 28. ETERNAL Mind, who rul'st the fates Thou scatterest honours, crowns and gold; The bubbles and the ore: Here a vain man his sceptre breaks, Earth's but an atom: Greedy swords Let greedy swords still fight and slay, HAPPY FRAILTY. "How meanly dwells the immortal mind! "How vile these bodies are! "Why was a clod of earth design'd "To inclose a heavenly star? |