"He fhall be fav'd that trufts my Word; "He fhall be damn'd that won't believe. [2"I'll make your great Commiffion known, "And ye fhall prove my Gofpel true,

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By all the Works that I have done, "By all the Wonders ye fhall do.

"Go heal the Sick, go raife the Dead, "Go caft out Devils in my Name;

"Nor let my Prophets be afraid, (pheme.] "Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaf 4 "Teach alk the Nations my Commands; "I'm with you till, the World shall end; "All Fow'r is trufted in my Hands,

I can destroy, and can defend."

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5 He fpake, and Light fhone round his Head;
On a bright Cloud to Heaven he rode :
They to the farthest Nations spread
The Grace of their afcended Goa.

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CXXIX. Submiffion and Deliverance: or,
Abraham offering his Son, Gen. xxii. 6, &c. .

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Aints, at your heav'nly Father's Word
Give up your Comforts to the LORD;
He fhall reftore what you refign,
Or grant you Bleffings more divine.

2 So Abra'm with obedient Hand
Led forth his Son at Gon's Command;
The Wood, the Fire, the Knife, he took,
His Arm prepar'd the dreadful Stroke.

3" Abra'm forbear," the Angel cry'd;

"Thy Faith is known, thy Love is try'd;. "Thy Son fhall live; and in thy Seed "Shall the whole Earth be bless'd indeed." 4 Juft in the laft diftreffing Hour, The LORD difplays deliv'ring. Pow'r; The Mount of Danger is the Place Where we fall fee furprifing Grace.

CXXX. Love and Hatred, Phil. ii. z.
Eph. iv. 30, &c.

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COW By the Bowels of my God,
His harp Diftrefs, his fore Complaints,
By his laft Groans, his dying Blood,
I charge my Soul to love the Saints,

2 Clamour, and Wrath, and War, be gone,
Envy, and Spite, for ever ceafe;

Let bitter Words no more be known Amongst the Saints, the Sons of Peace. 3 The Spirit, like a peaceful Dove,

Flies from the Realms of Noife and Strife;
Why fhould we vex and grieve his Love,
Who feals our Souls to heav'nly Life?
4 Tender and kind, be all our Thoughts;
Thro' all our Lives let Mercy run:
So God forgives our mum'rous Faults,
For the dear Sake of CHRIST his Son

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CXXXI. The Pharifee and Publican,
Luke xviii. 10, &c.,

Behold how Sinners difagree,

The Publican and Pharifee!
One doth his Righteoufnefs proclaim,
The other owns his Guilt and Shame.
2 This Man at humble distance stands,
And cries for Grace with lifted Hands;
That, boldly rifes near the Throne,
And talks of Duties he has done.

3 The LORD their diff'rent Language knows,
And diff'rent Anfwers he bestows;

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The humble Soul with Grace he crowns,
Whilft on the Proud his Anger frowns.

Dear Father, let me never be

Join'd with the boafting Pharifee;
I have no Merits of my own,

But plead the Suffrings of thy Son.

CXXXII. Holiness and Grace,
Titus ii. 10-13.

1 Olet our Lips and Lives exprefs
The holy Gofpel we profefs;

So let our Works and Virtues mine,

To prove

the Doctrine all divine.

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2 Thus fhall we best proclaim abroad gamburg,
The Honours of our SAVIOUR GOD; f
When the Salvation reigns within,
And Grace fubdues the Pow'r of Sin.

3 Our Flesh and Sense must be deny'd, Paffion and Envy, Luft and Pride;

While Juftice, Temp'rance, Truth, and Love, Our inward Piety approve.

4 Religion bears our Spirits up,

While we expect that bleffed Hope,

The bright Appearance of the LORD, ! And Faith, ftands leaning on his Word.

CXXXIII. Love and Charity,
1.Cor. xiii. 2—7, 13.

LET Pharifees of high Esteem
Their Faith and Zeal declare,

All their Religion is a Dream,
If Love be wanting there.

2 Love fuffers long with patient Eye,
Nor is provok'd in haste;
She lets the prefent Inj'ry die,
And long forgets the paft.

[3 Malice and Rage, thofe Fires of Hell,
She quenches with her Tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no Ill,
Tho'she endures the Wrong.]

[4 She nor defires nor feeks to know">
The Scandals of the Time;

Nor looks with Pride on thofe below,
Nor envies those that climb.j

5 She lays her own Advantage by
To feek Her Neighbour's Good;

So GOD's own Son came down to die,
And bought our Lives with Blood.

6 Love is the Grace that keeps her Pow'r
In all the Realms above;

There Faith and Hope are known no more, But Saints for ever love.

CXXXIV. Religion vain without Love,
1 Cor. xiii. 1-3.

I ADI the Tongres of Greeks and Jews, And nobler Speech than Angels ufe,

If Love be abfent, I am found

Like tinkling Brafs, an empty Sound..
2 Were I infpir'd to preach and tell
All that is done in Heav'n and Hell;
Or could my Faith the World remove,
Still I am nothing without Love.
3 Should I diftribute all my Store
To feed the Bowels of the Poor,
Or give my Body to the Flame
To gain a Martyr's glorious Name;

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If Love to GoD and Love to Men
Be abfent, all my Hopes are vain :
Nor Tongues, nor Gifts, nor fiery Zeal,
The Work of Love can c'er fulfil..