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Where shall I hide this noxious head;

Can rocks or mountains save?

Or shall I wrap me in the shade
Of midnight and the grave?

Is there no shelter from the eye
Of a revenging God?
Jesus, to thy dear wounds I fly,
Bedew me with thy blood.

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
That whitens every stain:
Yet is my soul but half redeem'd,
If sin, the tyrant, reign.

Lord, blast his empire with thy breath,
That cursed throne must fall;

Ye flattering plagues, that work my death,
Fly, for I hate you all.

SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE.

THE Lord! how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.

Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe:
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.

A word of his Almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them, as he please.

Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms,
His sovereign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.

His bowels, to our worthless race,

In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.

Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will,

Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain,
We are his favourites still.

No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis sovereign Love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again

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
Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings;
But, Jesus, thy dear gasping breath,
And Calvary, say gentler things.

"Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, Streaming along a Saviour's blood,

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"And life, and joys, and crowns above,

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Dear-purchas'd by a bleeding God."

Hark, how he prays (the charming sound
Dwells on his dying lips) "Forgive!"
And every groan, and gaping wound,
Cries, "Father let the rebels live."

Go, you that rest upon the law,
And toil, and seek salvation there,
Look to the flames that Moses saw,
And shrink, and tremble, and despair.

But I'll retire beneath the cross;
Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie;

And the keen sword that justice draws,
Flaming and red, shall pass me by.

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
Of dying realms, and rising states,
With one unchang'd decree,
While we admire thy vast affairs,
Say, can our little trifling cares
Afford a smile to thee?

Thou scatterest honours, crowns and gold;
We fly to seize, and fight to hold

The bubbles and the ore:
So emmets struggle for a grain;
So boys their petty wars maintain
For shells upon the shore.

Here a vain man his sceptre breaks,
The next a broken sceptre takes,
And warriors win and lose;
This rolling world will never stand,
Plunder'd and snatch'd from hand to hand,
As power decays or grows.

Earth's but an atom: Greedy swords
Carve it among a thousand lords,
And yet they can't agree:

Let greedy swords still fight and slay,
I can be poor; but, Lord, I pray
To sit and smile with thee.

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?

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