Full oft my mournful heart has faid,
What pity that the Flower fhould fade?
Yet why, my heart, that mournful thought?
A Chriftian fhould be better taught.
Immortal Virtue never dies:

'Tis but transplanted to the skies,

TH

Wrote on the fame Occafion.

[By the fame.]

HESE Flowers a moral hint dispense;
Each différent, yet they all agree

To charm the eye, and glad the fense:
Sweet union in variety!

O when in Love's ftrong bands conjoined,
Shall we the jarring feats behold?
And Chriftians of one heart and mind,
Recal the lovely days of old!

A PRAYER for King GEORGE.

WHY

WHY do the chriftenéd Heathens rage,
And furiously their powers engage

Against the Lord most high,

Against his dread Vicegerent here,]

Caft off the yoke of loyal fear,

And God himself defy?

Counsel

Counsel they take, but not by Thee,

Great King of Kings, whofe firm decree. Supports the British Throne:

Through whom our rightful Monarch reigns, Thy fovereign Character fuftains,

And bows to Thee alone.

Thine eye obferves, thy fpirit knows
His open, and his fecret foes,

Who deep their plots conceal,
As zealous for their Country's good,
Stir up the undifcerning crowd,
And make a league with hell.

But Thou, without the help of man,
Canft all their fierceft wrath reftrain,
And all their plots confound:
Canft on our King thy bleffings fhed,
And cover his anointed head,
With lafting glories crowned.

Answering in us thy Spirit's cries,
Now, Lord, in his defence arise,
With majefty fupreme

Adorn the Man of thy right hand,

That all may bless his mild command,

And honour Thee in him.

Long may he here thy image live,
Thy kingdom in his heart receive,
Spiritual joys unknown:
Earneft of joys that never end,
And late with all thy faints afcend,

To fill a heavenly throne.

TR

It is appointed for Men once to die.

REMENDOUS God with humble fear,
Proftrate before thy glorious throne,
The irrevocable word we hear,

Thy fovereign Righteousness we own.

'Tis fit we fhould to duft return,
(Since fuch the will of the moft High)
In fin conceived, to trouble born,
Born only to lament, and die.

Submiffive to thy juft decree,

We all fhall foon from earth remove:
But when Thou fendeft, Lord, for me,
O let the Meffenger be Love.

By whispering Love into my heart,
Warn me of my approaching end,

And then I joyfully depart,

And then I to thine arms afcend!

Ifaiah vi. 13. The holy feed fhall be the fubftance of the oak.

Still may the holy feed,
Our firm protection be:
And through our nation spread,
And prop the falling tree,
Till to our utmoft height we rise,
By Christ transplanted to the skies.

Ifaiah xi. 13. Ephraim fhall not envy Judah, and Judah fhall not vex Ephraim.

HAPPY day of union fweet,

O when fhall it appear?

When shall we all thy people meet,
In amity fincere?

Tear each others flesh no more,

But kindly think and speak the fame;
All exprefs the meekéning power,
The fpirit of the Lamb?

Vifit us, bright Morning-Star,

And bring the perfect day;
Urged by Faith's incessant prayer,
No longer, Lord, delay :
Now destroy the envious root,

The ground of mutual feuds remove;

Fill the earth with golden fruit,

With ripe, millennial love.

END OF VOL. III.

CONTENTS

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VOLUME III.

ADDRESS

DDRESS to the Reader

A Paraphrafe on the ninth Chapter to the Romans.

Extracted from John Goodwin

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Fate and Destiny, inconfiftent with Chriftianity: in eight

Conferences, between Epenetus and Eutychus: extracted from Mr. Edward Bird, by J. Wesley, M. A.

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