Ye gentile finners, ne'er forget Babes, men, and fires, who know his love, And crown him LORD of All. Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him LORD of All. O that with yonder, facred throng, And crown him LORD of All. XVII. The eternal Love of CHRIST. P. M. 'ER GOD had built the mountains, E Or rais'd the fruitful hills Before he fill'd the fountains Thus wifdom's words difcover And could't thou be delighted And nail'd thee to a tree! The voice that speaks in thunder, XVIII. The happy Pilgrimage. S. M. FRO A rough and thorny path we tread, The flesh diflikes the way, The promis'd land of peace, Faith keeps in conftant view; How diff'rent from the wilderness, We now are paffing thro'! Here often from our eyes Clouds hide the light divine; There we fhall have unclouded skies, Our fun will always fhine, Here griefs, and cares, and pains, LORD, pardon our complaints, The joy prepar'd for fuff'ring faints, G XIX. Zion's Glory. P. M. LORIOUS things of thee are spoken, He, whofe word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode: On the rock of ages founded, What can shake thy fure repofe; |