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yet wilt thou not regard the cry of the fouls under the altar, who teftified for the very fmallest of thy interefts unto the death? Is not thy kingdom now upon the advancing hand, and the glorious days at the clofe of time, which of old thou haft promised, at the door? Anon, thou wilt tread upon the high places of the earth, and the inhabitants fhall tremble, and be amazed and the loftiness of man fhall be bowed down, and the haughtiness of men fhall be made low, and thou alone fhalt be exalted in that day. Thou art coming forth in great fury, and (halt tread the wine prefs without the city, up to the horse bridles and the carcaffes of the men of this generation fhall be like dung upon the earth; for the fword fhall devour from the one end of the land, even to the other; no ftefh fhall have peace, because the earth is defiled I under the inhabitants thereof; fince they have tranfgreffed the laws, changed the ordinances, broken the everlasting covenant: for, from the leaft of them even unto the greatest of them, every one is given to covetoufnefs; and from the prophet, unt the priest, every one dealeth falfely: they have healed the hurt of the daughter of thy people #flightly, faying, Peace, peace, when there is no peace they be all adulterers, an affembly of treacherous men; and they bend their tongues, like their bow, for lies; but they are not valiant for the truth upon the earth. Behold, thy whirlwind fhall go forth in fury, even a grievous whirlwind, it fhall fall grievously upon the head of the wicked. Thou haft not fent thefe prophets, yet they ran; thou haft not fpoken to them, yet they prophefied; therefore wilt thou caft out the carcaffes of these prophets, and thefe to whom they have prophefied, into the streets, and the fields, to be devoured

devoured by the fowls of the heaven, and the beats of the field: for thou wilt cut off from this generation head and tail, branch and rufa, in one day and it fhall be as with the people, fo with the priest; as with the fervant, fo with his master; as with the maid, fo with her mistress; as with the buyer, fo with the feller; as with the lender, fo with the borrower; as with the taker of ufury, fo with the giver of ufury to him: for wickedness burneth as the fire, it fhall devour the briers and thorns, and fall kindle in the thickets of the for-. reft; and they shall mount up, as the lifting up of fmoke. Through thy wrath the land is darkened, and the people fhall be the fewel of thy fire: no man fhall fpare his brother; they fhall eat every man the flesh of his own arm, Manaffeh Ephraim, and Ephraim Manaffeh, and they together fhall be against Judah: and the streets fhall be filled with blood, and the fields fhall be foaked with blood and fatnefs; for it is the day of thy fury and revenge for the controverfy of Zion but yet in it shall be a tenth, and it shall return, and shall be eaten, as a tyle-tree, and as an oak, whofe fubftance is in them when they caft their leaves: for the holy feed fhall be the fubftance thereof. And in that day fhall the Branch of the Lord be beau. tiful and glorious; and the fruit of the earth fhall be excellent and comely, for them that are efcaped of Ifrael: and in that day fhalt thou be for a crown of glory, and for a diadem of beauty unto the refidue of thy people; and for a fpirit of judg ment to him that fitteth in judgment; and for ftrength to them who turn the battle to the gate. For thou in the midst of us art mighty; thou wilt fave, thou wilt rejoice over us with joy; thou wilt reft in thy love; thou wilt rejoice over us

with finging: and thou wilt gather them that are forrowful for the folemn affembly, even them to whom the reproach of it was a burden; and thou wilt create upon every dwelling-place of mount Zion, and upon her affemblies a cloud, and fmoke by day, and the fhining of a flaming fire by night; for upon all the glory fhall be a defence. Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneft iniquity, and paffeft by the tranfgreffion of the remnant of thine inheritance ? Thou retaineft not thy anger for ever, because thou delighteft in mercy,

may thou be glorious and exalted through Britain, and the whole world! When shall the night be gone, and thou arife with healing under thy wings? When fhalt thou pour down thy Spirit from on high, and make unto thyfelf a willing people ? Hafen these days, for thine elect's fake: be an hiding place to thy chofen, from the ftorm and tempeft, and the blast of the terrible ones, ace cording to thy promife: cover us with thy feathers, and under thy wings make us to truft: let thy truth be our shield and buckler. Then fhall we not be afraid for the terror by night, nor for the ar-row that flieth by day, nor for the peftilence that walketh in darkness, nor for the destruction that wafteth at noon-day: a thousand shall fall at our fide, and ten thousand at our right hand; but it fhall not come near us; only with our eyes shall we behold, and fee the reward of the wicked. O let us fee the good of thy chofen, and rejoice with thy nation, and be glad with thy people: let us fee good, according to the days wherein we have seen evil, and according to the days thou hast afflicted

us.

And perform thy great promifes, now in the end of time and days. As thou haft already poured the vials of thy wrath on the feat of the beast:

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now,

now, our mighty One, dry up the river, the great river; and let there come a great voice from the temple of heaven, from the throne, It is dene: that thou mayft have a glorious church of Jew and Gentile; fuch a day of thy power, and beau ties of holiness, as that the clearest days we or our fathers ever faw, were but days of darkness and ignorance in comparison of them. Hafte, O Wellbeloved, that thou mayft cry down time and days, and become all in all unto thy chofen, throughout eternity.

The dying Saint's fong.

Farewell,, you beauties of the lower ftory

Of God's great all; adieu, thou painted glory Of filly earth; farewell, you dreams, you toys, Cloth'd in the garb of true delights and joys: Yet, were you fuch, as to the world you feem, What place now can you have in mine esteem? Since all you leffer beauties disappear,

In western point of my heart's hemifphere;
You rofe, fhone, fet, yet fhall you not again
Shine on my foul, while heav'n of heav'ns remain:
No more fhall painted loves my foul bereave,
No more fhall glift'ring fhades my mind deceive,
No more fhall empty hopes-caufe difcontent,
No more fhall.carking cares my foul torment;
No more fhall pain caufe me to groan and fob,
No more fhall fears caufe ftifled heart to throb
No more fhall crackling joys my fp'rits exhal,
No more fhall vain conceits my thoughts inthral;
No more fhall vain delights choke folid pleafute,
No more fhall ftore of clay appear a treasure;

No

No more fhall childish rage my blood inflame,
No more fhall fond de fires poffefs the fame;
No more fhall my conceptions be obscur'd,
No more fhall my affections be abdur'd:
No more fhall damps afleep my fenfes lull,
No more fhall clubbish earth foul's actions dull
No more fhall fickness my clay-house poffefs,
No more fhall exercife caufe wearinefs:
No more fhall filly body cause a loathing,
No more fhall't stand in need of food and clothing;
No more fhail men contemn, if these fall low,
No more fhall men efteem, if thefe o'erflow:
No more fhall fin remain, fource of all ill.
No more fhall fin man's glorious structure fpill;
No more fhall fin lodge near to heav'nly grace,
No more fhall fin eclipfe Chrift's lovely face:
No more fhall fin pull heart from things divine,
No more fhall fin my heart to earth incline.
Wouldst thou, in fhort, exprefs all faid before?
Bleft felf, fay this, That fin fhall be no more.
Welcome, O gentle death, I think thy face
Appears not grim, but hath a pleasant grace;
What tho' thy looks are ghostly, fad and four
Unto the wicked, whom thou doft devour?
Not fo to us, fervants cannot appal :

For ours are death, life, heav'n and earth, and all :
First fight of thee, friend death, caus'd languid heart.
Leap for exceeding joy, and ev'ry part

To fpring with floods of pleasure: I was flain
With fad delays, but am reviv'd again:

I'll no more call thee death, but life; I find
In thee, not death's but life's fymtoms combin'd.
True, death thou art unto the wretched band,
Stark dead in fin, and under thy command.
O but all things have chang'd their kind and face
Unto the fons of light, and life, and grace!

Sweet