"Did in thy Name, by thy Authority
"Once to the full ftern Juftice fatisfy;

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And paid more glorious Tribute thereunto, "Than Hell and all its Torments e'er can do. "Since my Salvation through his Blood can raise "A Revenue to Juftice' highest Praise, "Higher than Rents, which Hell for ever pays : "Thefe to tremendous Juftice never bring A Satisfaction equal and condign. "But Jefus our once dying God performs, What never could by ever-dying Worms: "Since thus the threat'ning Law is honour'd more, "Than e'er my Sins affronted it before:

Since Juftice ftern may greater Glory won, "By juftifying in thy darling Son,

"Than by condemning even the Rebel me;
To this Device of Wifdom, lo! I flee.
Let, Juftice, Lord, according to thy Will,
"Be glorified with Glory great and full,
"Not now in Hell, where Juftice, petty Pay
"Is but extorted Parcels minc'd for ay:
"But glorified in Chrift, who down has told,
"The total Sum at once in liquid Gold.

In lowest Hell low Praife is only won,
But Juftice has the highest in thy Son.
"The Sun of Righteousness that fet in Red,
"To fhew the glorious Morning would fucceed.
"In him then fave thou me from Sin and Shame,
"And to the highest glorify thy Name.

Since this bright Scene thy Glories all exprefs, And Grace as Emprefs reigns thro' Righteousness; "Since Mercy fair runs in a crimson Flood; "And vents through Juftice fatisfying Blood: "Not only then for Mercy's fake I fue, "But for the Glory of thy Juftice too.

" And

"And fince each Letter of thy Name divine, "Has in fair Jefus' Face the brightest Shine, "This gorious Husband be for ever mine.

"On this ftrong Argument fo fweet, fo bleft, "With thy Allowance, Lord, I must infift. "Great God, fince thou allow'ft unworthy me, "To make thy glorious Name my humble Plea; "No Glory worthy of it wilt thou gain, "By cafting 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 feem a confuming Fire, & Upon a Worm unworthy of thine Ire.

"But fee the worthy Lamb, thy chofen Priest, "With Juftice' Burning-Glafs against his Breast, "Contracting all the Beams of venging Wrath, "As in their Centre, 'till he burnt to Death. "Vengeance can never be fo much proclaim'd, "By fcatter'd Beams among the Millions damn'd. Then, Lord, in him me to the utmost fave, "And thou shalt Glory to the highest have: "Glory to Wisdom that contriv'd fo well! "Glory to Power that bore and buried Hell! "Glory to Holiness which Sin defac'd, "With finless Service now divinely grac'd!

Glory to Justice Sword that flaming flood, "Now drunk to Pleasure with atoning Blood. "Glory to Truth that now in Scarlet clad, "Has feal'd both Threats and Promises with Red. "Glory to Mercy now in purple Streams "So fweetly gliding thro' the divine Streams "Of other once offended, now exalted Names. "Each Attribute confpires with joint Embrace, "To fhew its fparkling Rays in Jesus' Face; "And thus to deck the Crown of matchlefs Grace. "But to thy Name in Hell ne'er can accrue "The thoufandth part of this great Revenue.

"O

"O ravishing Contrivance! Light that blinds "Cherubick Gazers, and Seraphick Minds. "They pry into the Deep, and love to learn, "What yet fhould vaftly more be my Concern. "Lord, once my Hope most reafonless 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. "'Tis reasonable, I expect thou'lt take

"The Way that most will for thine Honour make. "Is this the Plan? Lord, let me build my Claim "To Life, on this high Glory of thy Name. Nor let my faithlefs Heart, or think, or fay, "That all this Glory fhall be thrown away "In my Perdition; which will never raise, "To thy great Name so vaft a Rent of Praise. "O then a Rebel into favour take;

"Lord, fhield and fave me for thy Glory's fake, "My endless Ruin is not worth the Colt, "That so much glory be for ever loft, "I'll of the greatest Sinner bear the Shame, "To bring the greatest Honour to thy Name. "Small Lofs, tho' I fhould perish endless Days, "But thousand pities Grace fhould lose the Praife. "Oh hear, Jehovah, get the Glory then, "And to my Supplication fay Amen.

SECT. V.

The terrible Doom of Unbelievers, and Rejectors of
CHRIST, or Defpifers of the Gospel.

HUS, Sinner, into Jefus' Bofom flee,
Then there is hope in Ifrael fure for thee.
Slight not the Call, as running by in Rhime,
To thou repent for ay, if not in Time.

"Tis moft unlawful to contemn and shun,
All wholfom Counfels that in Metre run;
Since the prime Fountains of the facred Writ,
Much heav'nly Truth in holy Rhimes tranfmit:
If this don't please, yet hence it is no Crime
To verfify the Word, and preach in Rhime.
But in whatever Mould the Doctrine lies,
Some erring Minds with Gofpel-Truth defpife
Without Remede, 'till Heav'n anoint their Eyes,
These Lines pretend no conquʼring Art nor Skill,
But fhew 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 given,
Thou'rt doom'd to Hell, as fure as God's in Heaven.
If Gofpel-Grace and Goodness don't thee draw,
Thou art condemn'd already by the Law.
Yea hence Damnation deep will doubly brace,
If ftill 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 chafe
To Chrift the Haven, without the Gales of Grace.
O Slighter then of Grace's joyful Sound,
Thou'rt over to the wrathful Ocean bound.
Anon thoul't fink into the Gulf of Woes,
Whene'er thy wafting Hours are at a Close.
Thy falfe old legal Hope will then be loft,
And with thy wretched Soul give up the Ghoft.
Then farewel God and Christ, and Grace and Glore;
Undone thou art, undone for evermore.
For ever finking underneath the Load
And Preffure of a Sin-revenging God.
The facred awful Text afferts, To fall
Into his living Hands, his fearful Thrall,
When no more Sacrifice for Sin remains,
But everliving Wrath and lafting Chains.

Heaven ftill upholding Life in dreadful Death,
Still throwing down hot Thunderbolts of Wrath,
As full of Terror, and as manifold,

As finite Vessels of his Wrath can hold.

Then, then we may suppose the Wretch to cry, "Oh, if this damning God would let me die, "And not torment me to Eternity!

"Why from the filent Womb of stupid Earth, "Did Heav'n awake, and push me into Birth? "Curst be the Day that ever gave me Life, "Curst be the cruel Parents, Man and Wife, "Means of my Being Inftruments of Woe, "For now I'm damn'd, I'm damn'd, and always fo. "Curst be the Day that ever made me hear, "The Gospel-Call, which brought Salvation near. "The endless Sound of flighted Mercy's Bell, "Has in mine Ears the most tormenting Knell "Of offer'd Grace I vain repent the Lofs, "The joyful Sound with Horror recognofce. "The hollow Vault reverberates the Sound, "This killing Echo ftrikes the deepest Wound, "And with too late Remorfe does now confound. "Into the Dungeon of Defpair I'm lock'd, "Th' once open Door of Hope for ever block'd: "Hopeless, I fink into the dark Abyss, "Banifh'd for ever from eternal Blifs. "In boiling Waves of Vengeance must I lie? "O could I curfe this dreadful God and die ! "Infinite Years in Torment fhall I spend, "And never, never, never at an End. "Ah! muft I live in torturing Despair, "As many Years as Atoms in the Air. "When these are spent, as many Thousands more, "As Grains of Sand that croud the ebbing Shore. "When these are done, as many yet behind, "As Leaves of Forefts fhaken with the Wind.