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Is but extorted parcels minc'd for ay;

But glorifi'd in Christ, who down has told
The total sum at once in liquid gold.
In lowest hell low praise is only won,
But justice has the highest in thy Son;
The Sun of righteousness that set in red,
To show the glorious morning would succeed.
In him then save thou me from sin and shame,
And to the highest glorify thy name.

“Since this bright scene thy glories all express, And grace as empress reigns through righteousness; Since mercy fair runs in a crimson flood,

And vents through justice-satisfying blood:
Not only then for mercy's sake I sue,
But for the glory of thy justice too.
And since each letter of thy name divine
Has in fair Jesus' face the brightest shine,
This glorious Husband be forever mine.

"On this strong argument, so sweet, so blest,
With thy allowance, Lord, I must insist.
Great God, since thou allow'st unworthy me
To make thy glorious name my humble plea,

No glory worthy of it wilt thou gain,
By casting me into the burning main.

My feeble back can never suit the load,
That speaks thy name a sin-revenging God.
Scarce would that name seem a consuming fire
Upon a worm unworthy of thine ire.

But see the worthy Lamb, thy chosen Priest,
With justice' burning-glass against his breast,
Contracting all the beams of 'venging wrath,
As in their centre, till he burn to death.
Vengeance can never be so much proclaim'd,
By scatter'd beams among the millions damn'd.
Then, Lord, in him, me to the utmost save,
And thou shalt glory to the highest have:
Glory to wisdom, that contrived so well!
Glory to power, that bore and buried hell!
Glory to holiness, which sin defac'd,
With sinless service now divinely grac'd!
Glory to justice' sword, that flaming stood,
Now drunk to pleasure with atoning blood!
Glory to truth, that now in scarlet clad,
Has seal'd both threats and promises with red!
Glory to mercy, now in purple streams,
So sweetly gliding through the divine flames
Of other once offended, now exalted names!

Each attribute conspires with joint embrace,
To show its sparkling rays in Jesus' face;
And thus to deck the crown of matchless grace.
But to thy name in hell ne'er can accrue
The thousandth part of this great revenue.
"O ravishing contrivance! light that blinds
Cherubic gazers, and seraphic minds.
They pry into the deep, and love to learn
What yet should vastly more be my concern.
Lord, once my hope most reasonless could dream
Of heav'n, without regard to thy great name:
But here is laid my lasting hope to found,
A highly rational, a divine ground.

"T is reasonable, I expect thou 'It take

The

way that most wilt for thine honor make.
Is this the plan? Lord, let me build my claim
To life, on this high glory of thy name.
Nor let my faithless heart or think or say,
That all this glory shall be thrown away
In my perdition; which will never raise
To thy great name so vast a rent of praise.
O then a rebel into favor take:

Lord, shield and save me for thy glory's sake.

My endless ruin is not worth the cost,
That so much glory be forever lost.

I'll of the greatest sinner bear the shame,
To bring the greatest honor to thy name.
Small loss, though I should perish endless days,
But thousand pities grace should lose the praise.
O hear, JEHOVAH; get the glory then,
And to my supplication say, Amen."

SECTION V.

THE TERRIBLE DOOM OF UNBELIEVERS AND REJECTERS OF

CHRIST, OR DESPISERS OF THE GOSPEL.

THUS, sinner, into Jesus' bosom flee,

Then there is hope in Isr'el sure for thee.
Slight not the call, as running by in rhyme,
Lest thou repent for ay, if not in time.
"T is most unlawful to contemn and shun
All wholesome counsels that in metre run;
Since the prime fountains of the sacred writ
Much heav'nly truth in holy rhymes transmit.
If this don't please, yet hence it is no crime
To verify the word, and preach in rhyme.

But in whatever mould the doctrine lies,
Some erring minds will gospel truth despise
Without remeid, till Heav'n anoint their eyes.
These lines pretend no conqu'ring art nor skill,
But show, in weak attempts, a strong good-will
To mortify all native legal pride,

And court the Lamb of God a virgin bride.

If he thy conjunct match be never giv'n,

Thou 'rt doomed to hell, as sure as God's in

heav'n.

If gospel grace and goodness don't thee draw,
Thou art condemn'd already by the law.

Yea, hence damnation deep will doubly brace,
If still thy heart contemn redeeming grace.
No argument from fear or hope will move,
Or draw thy heart, if not the bond of love:
Nor flowing joys, nor flaming terrors chase
To Christ the hav'n, without the gales of grace.
O slighter, then, of grace's joyful sound,
Thou 'rt over to the wrathful ocean bound.
Anon thou 'lt sink into the gulf of woes,
Whene'er thy wasting hours are at a close:
Thy false old legal hope will then be lost,
And with thy wretched soul give up the ghost.

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