Ver. But foon their hope shall be dissolv'd,
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And sunk in sudden fright;
Their pride abalh'd, their heads involv'd,
In everlasting night.

SON G XXVII.
Aflictions beaped up and come to an Extremity.

Job xvi. 14, 15, 16.
14 O F breaking woes a num'rous train

Invade my frighted foul,
As crouding billows of the main

Do o'er each other roll.
What war does the Almighty wage

With such a feeble flea,
That like a giant in his rage,

He fiercely runs on me?
15 Sackloth I wear upon my skin,

Of ornaments despoil'd;
And dabbled in the dust unclean,

My glory lies defild.
16 My cheeks with constant weeping fade,

Stain'd with a briny bath;
And on mine eye-lids hangs the shade
Of gloomy dismal death.

SONG XXVIII. Tbe growing Strength of the rigbteous. Jub xvii. 9. 9 THE plant of grace shall ever thrive,

Though nature's brood decay ;
The righteous in the Lord shall live,

And still hold on his way. .
His hands from mischief clean withal

His heart from nialice free:
Stronger and stronger still he shall

For work or warfare be.
He marches dauntless on his way,

Let blackest tempefts blow;
No dangers do his heart dismay,

But makes his vigour grow.

SONG XXIX.
Death and the Grave, ibe Saint's familiars.

Job xvii. 13, 14.
Ver.

MY Y earthly friends have turn'd my foes, 13

So cruel and unjust,
That I expect, to end my woes,

More friendship in the duft.
No house of pleasure here 'bove ground,

Do I expect to have;
My bed of rest for sleeping sound,

I've made the filent grave.
Lo! welcome death on me attends,

The hungry grave me waits ;
There made I my familiar friends,

My relatives and mates.
14 I to corruption cry'd, O dust,

Thou art my father known;
From thee I came, to thee I must

Return as ev'n thine own.
I to the worm faid, Brother worm,

And sister, you and I
Do differ but in size and form,

We are of kin so nigh.
I'm but a mortal worm like you ;

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This loathsome piece of clay.
Must to your pow'r a bouby bow,
Until the rising day.

SONG XXX.
Tbe Calamities that await obe wicked.
Job xviii. 5, 6. 10. 12. 14.–20.

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5 THE wicked's splendor shall decay,

Like short-liv'd sparks of fire;
6 Thick fogs shall choke his glorious day,

And make his beams expire.
10 By labour'd plots and deep designs,

Which lie for others stows,
A halter for hirnself he twines ;

His wiles become his woes.

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Ver. Death and destruction o'er his head

Do constantly impend;
His pleasures, which he gluts with greed,

Shall all in torment end.
14 His hope shall fall and never rise,

For with his bloody dart
The king of terrors in surprise,

Shall llrike him to the heart.
15 Quite from the earth, God's 'venging hand

The wicked man fhall chale; 16 Nor leave behind a branch to stand

Of all his hateful race. 17 In after times the godless wretch

Shall be unknown to fame; 18 Or mention'd only with reproach,

With horror, and with fhame. 19 In future fame fome names indeed

Will stand for little good;
Like Pontius Pilate in the creed,

For blasphemy and blood.
20 Such oft, in time, the wicked's fate

Do indicate the store
Of sorrow, which his soul await,

When time shall be no more,

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SONG XXXI.
Reproof to Reproachers. Job xix. 2, 3. 22.
WHY

HY cruel friends, will ye fo long

With bitter words me vex ;
My name reproach, nay virtue wrong,

My righteous cause perplex?
Must still your answers without sense,

And void of argument,
With folema grave impertinence,

My spirit thus torment?
3 Can pious lies deserve applause,

By being spoke aloft ?
Or do you think them true, because

You humm'd them o'er so soft ?

Ver. The wounds you give me cruel are ;

Your contumelious words,
And fland'rous taunts, are sharper far

Than keenelt pointed swords.
22 God's right t'afflict, hin well becomes,

But your afflicting rod,
With pride and passion base, affumies

The priviledge of God.

SONG XXXII.

Friends turned to Enemies, and Brethren to Aliens,

Job xix. 11,-14. Comp. ch. xvii. 4. 6.

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OD's trying fury kindles bright,

Ev'n of its own accord;
'Gainst me, whose heart and cause is right,

He waves his glitt'ring sword. 12 Fierce troops and regimented woes

In battle-rank, I fee,
Do by his order me inclofe,

And fiercely rulh on me.
13 Brethren and kindred knit their brows,

And treat me as unknown ;
Break nature's bonds, renounce their vows,

And their own blood disown. 14 Familiar friends and kins-folk too,

Who kindly me embrac'd,
Have fail'd me, and forgot me now,

And all their friendship pait.
Disdainful ftriplings me despise,

Who honour'd me before ;
Yea, those I once did chiefly prize

Now chiefly me abhor.
Just Lord, from their reproaches please

To vindicate my name,
And mercifully cover these

Perfidious friends with shame.

SONG XXXIII.

Tbe Happiness that awaits tbe godly; Or, The

blessed Hope of tbe rigbteous.

Job xix. 25, 26, 27.
Ver. THAT my Redeemer lives I know,
25 Though' by his sentence juft,
My body, for a season, low,

Shall dwell with fellow dust.
In him triumphant over death,

I'll trample on the grave ;
For he that conquer'd hell and wrath,

Can dust and ashes fave.
May living Head, when bankrupt time

Shall its last minute spend,
He then from heav'n his throne fublinie

In triumph shall descend.
He on the surface of the earth

As Judge supreme shall stand;
And from the tomb to recent birth

His captive dust demand.
25 The mighty Conqueror shall invade

And fack the cruel grave,
Force every vault where bones were laid,

And rescue every slave.
Though worms and putrefaction shall

My mould'ring skin consume,
And eat my flesh; yet, at his call,

May body now shall bloom :
27 Reviv'd I from the dust shall rise,

And God my Saviour fee,
With these my own corporeal eyes,

That shall immortal be.
I for myself, and for my gain,

Shall see the happy fight ;
And over death for ever reign,

To share the vision bright.