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Ver. I would his justice magnify,

His faithfulness adore,
Revere his name; but llill would I,

Like hell myself abhor.
Confessing all my faults and flaws,

That made him lift the rod,
I'd to my Judge commit my cause,

Refer myself to God.
By humble resignation bow'd

Down at his feet I'd ly;
And, through the Lamb's atoning blood,

Would for his mercy cry.

God's great Work in the Kingdom of Christ, and

in bis Providence among Men; especially in
frustrating the Counsels of the proud, and fa-
vouring the Cause of the poor and bumble.

Job v.9,--16.
9 GREAT things are done of God most high,

Which finite search exceed;
Things numberless which ev'ry eye

With admiration feed.
His providence most marvellous,

When least 'tis understood;
Yet still is just and righteous,

Still merciful and good.
10 He spreads his clouds upon the skies,

Surprising to behold!
And forms his rain drops shape and size,

Into an unknown mold.
Then he his waters from on high,

Upon the mountains pours;
And on the valleys plenteously

He sheds prolific show'rs.
II He fets the servant that was low,

Into the inafter's place;
And wipes the tears of grief and wo

From off the mourner's face.


Ver. He disappoints the crafty men,

Their projects undermines;
He makes their deep devices vain,

And blasts their great designs. 13 He takes his wise politic foes,

In their own craftinels;
Their froward counsels overthrows,

That would his saints oppress.
Against themselves he turns their arts,

Confounds their wicked schemes ;
Their proud and lofty hopes fubverts,

And frustrates all their aims.
14. They, by their plots, themselves beniglit,

And into darkness run;
Mistake their way, obscure their light,

And grope for day at noon. 15

But God th' oppressors rage o'rthrows,
Their swords and spears doth break;
And from the proud and mighty foes,

Protects the poor and weak. 16 Thus to the poor he kindly doth

Afford reviving hapes ;
And then the black and bloody mouth

Of fierce injustice stops.
The poor and humble are advanc'd,

To peace and safety given ;
And foes afham'd that fought against
The favourites of heaven.

Afliflions' born well end well. Wbat great Things

God ofo-times does for obese that bumble themselves
under bis choftising hand. Job v. 17,-26.
O! happy is the man whom God,

In kindness, doth correct;
Then do not thou his clialı’ning rod,

Contemptuously neglect.
18 His skill binds up what he made fore,

By his incision-knife ;
He wounds and heals, and does restore

From gates of deaih to life. .

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Ver. From numerous troubles, various woes, 19

He'll save and set thee free;
And order to a joyful close,

This scene of misery.
20 Thy life he'll guard with tender care,

When faniine threatens death ;
And from the raging sword thee spare,

When war breaks out in wrath. 21 The pois'nous darts thrown at thy name,

From the invective tongue,
Shall neither wound thy ftablish'd fame,

Nor do thy honour wrong.
God's hiding hand, when man dispraise,

The sland'ring tongue shall curb;
Reproaches thy repute shall raise,

Nor once thy peace disturb.
22 When grim destruction, with her drove

Of woes, shall shake her spear,
Her threats tremendous shall but move

Thy laughter, not thy fear.
All nature reconcil'd displays

Its care to give thee ease,
When, thro' his grace, thy righteous ways

The God of nature please. 23 With thee shall stones, that load the field,

Make league, thy part to take;
And savage beaits, thy life to shield,

A firm alliance make.
The fire, the air, the earth, the seas,

Each element with thee,
A lasting covenant of peace

Shall strictly ratify.
24 Thy habitation thou shalt know,

In quietness possess'd :
Thou shalt offencelers come and

And find thy manfion bless'd.
25 Thy offspring and prosperity

Shall num'rous be and great ;
Their increase like the grass shall be,

With beauteous flow'rs beset.

Ver. Thou in full age, ripe for the urn,
26 On death shall chearful look,
As when a full-grown shock of corn

Invites the welcome hook.
27 Weigh these undoubted truths sedate,

And therein thou shalt find,
A spring of consolation great,

To thy afflicted mind.


Terrors of God invading the Soul. Job vi. 2, 3, 4.

THAT the grief surrounding me,

Were in a balance laid,
And my extreme calamity

Were now against it weigh'd !
Then let an equal judge appear,

His thoughts to fignify,
Which scale the greatest weight does bear

He'd foon decide with me.
3 My crosses over-weigh my cries,

My loads of woe and pain
Exceed the pond'rous fand that lies

Around the ebbing main.
Unutterable are the groans,

My weary foul oppress :
Nor have I words to speak iny moans,

Or shew my deep distress.
4 The arrows of th' almighty God

Stick fast within my heart;
Each fest’ring wound burns up my blood,

And gives me deadly smart.
Arrows, whose heads like flaming eyes,

And pointed light’ning shine ;
Steep'd in the strongest dregs and lees

Of fiery wrath
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Ver. God's threat'ning terrors all drawn out,

In order and array,
For battle, closing me about,
Invade me every way.

God stooping to contend with Man admired, and bis
pardoning Mercy begged. Job vii. 17, 18. 20.

WHAT is man, that worthless wight !

That God should condescend
To magnify him, and in might

With such a rush contend !
On brittle man, from dufl brought forth,

Wilt thou indeed bestow
Such honour great! or, is he worth

Thy notice or thy blow?
Is such a mortal fit to be

The object of thy rage !
Wilt thou thy strong artillery

Against a worm engage ?
Or if it is thy kindly aim,

By this thy chast’ning rod,
The wand'ring finner to reclaim,

And bring him back to God :
18 Still what is man, a bit of clay,

That fo incessantly
Thou dost him vifit every day,

And every moment try.
20 Lord, I have sinn'd, what Mall I do,

O thou preserver great ?
Remit my gilt, remove my wo,

And all my faults forget.


Good Counsel and good Hope given to the afflicted.

Job viii. 5.—7.
5 IF thou who feels the hand of God,

His justice wouldist adore;
And, timely humbled by the rod,

His mercy wouldst implore;

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