Nothing, on-earth, I call my own,
A ftranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods defpife;
I trample on their whole delight,
And feek a country out of fight,
A country in the skies.
CLIV. On opening a new Place of Worship. L.M
REAT GOD, thy watchful care we blefs,
Which guards our fynagogues in
Nor dare tumultuous foes invade,
To fill our worshippers with dread.
Thefe walls, we to thy honor raise,
Long may they echo to thy praife,
And thou, defcending, fill the place
With choiceft tokens of thy grace.
Here, let the great REDEEMER reign,
With all the graces of his train;
While pow'r divine, his word attends,
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.
And in the great decifive day,
When GOD, the nations fhall furvey;
May it, before the world, appear,
That crouds were born to glory here.
CLV. The Waters of the Sanctuary L. M.
REAT fource of being, and of love,
Thou wat'reft all the worlds above:
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhauftlefs fountain flow.
A facred fpring, at thy command,
From Sion's mount, in Cana'n's land,
Befide thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid ftream around.
The limpid ftream, with fudden force,
Swells to a river, in its course;
Through defert-realms, its windings play,
And fcatter bleffings all the way.
Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their bloffoms, fragrant odours give,]
And on their fruit the nations live,
To the dead fea the waters flow,
And carry healing as they go;
Its poif'nous dregs their pow'r confefs,
And all its fhores, the fountain bless.
Flow, wondrous ftream, with glory crown'd,
Flow on to earth's remoteft bound;
And bear us on thy gentle wave,
To him who all thy virtue gave.
CLVI. Chriftian Love. S. M.
ET party names no more,
The chriftian world o'erfpread: Gentile, and Jew, and bond, and free, Are one in CHRIST their head.
Among the faints on earth, pitat Let mutual love be found; Heirs of the fame inheritance,
With mutual bleffings crown'd.
Let envy, child of hell!
Be banish'd far away;
Those fhould in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the fame LORD obey.
Thus will the church below,
Refemble that above;
Where ftreams of pleasure ever flow,!,
And ev'ry heart is love.
CLVII. The Profpect of Heaven makes Death eafy.
HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where faints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting springs abide,
And never fading flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow feá devides,
That heav'nly land from ours.
Sweet fields, beyond the fwelling flood,
Stand drefs'd in living green;
So to the Jews, old Cana'n ftood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
But fearful mortals start, and fhrink,
To cross this narrow fea;
And linger, fhiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
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