2 See springs of water rise,
Fountains flow, rivers run;
The mist below the skies
Hides the sun;

Then down the rain doth pour,
The ocean it doth roar,
And dash against the shore,
All to praise, in their lays,
The God that ne'er declines,
His designs.

3 The sun, to my surprise,
Speaks of God as he flies;
The comets in their blaze,
Give him praise.

The shining of the stars,
The moon as it appears,
His sacred name declares;
See them shine all divine!
The shades in silence prove
God's above.

Then let my station be,
Here on earth as I see,

The Sacred One in Three

All agree;

Through all the world is made,
The forest and the glade,

Nor let me be afraid,

Though I dwell on the hill,

Since nature's works declare

God is here.

CXXX. 7, 6.

JEREMIAH MOORE

Fall of Antichrist. Rev. 17.

HOME all ye dear believers

COME

Who wish to own the Lord,

Take up your cross and follow,
Directed by his word;
In all his institutions

With solemn rev'rence join;
Soon Jews and Gentile nations
In Sion shall combine.

2 Fear not the frowns of scoffers,
Nor tremble at the rage

Of those who, though professors,
Against the truth engage;

As scribes, and priests, and lawyers,
And mitred bishops too,
Pope, cardinals and friars,
With all that they can do.
3 They talk of circumcision,
And ancient customs plead,
Observed by the Fathers,
A holy pious seed;

They talk of Christians' offspring
In covenant with God,

Though ignorant of Jesus

And his atoning blood.

4 O flee their schemes of priestcraft, Those soul-bewitching snares,

That captive lead the simple
As sacred truth declares;
They keep their own traditions,
And gospel rites despise,
And of the poor and simple
Make shameful merchandise.

5 Reject their wicked counsels,
Their errors cast away;

Escape those chains of darkness;
O hear Jehovah say--

"Come out of her my people, "Nor of her crimes partake, "Before my dreadful fury "In storms of vengeance wake. 6 Behold the mighty angel, And hear what he doth say, While, lifting up the millstone, He casts it in the sea:

"Thus shall proud Babel's kingdom "In utter ruin fall;

"No more t'oppress God's people,
"No more be found at all.

7 Rejoice ye saints and martyrs
That God hath visited
Her sodomy and witchcrafts
Upon her guilty head;

While awful vengeance seizes
Its long devoted prey;

Her glories are departed,
Her riches fled away.

8 See troops of mourning merchants,
And tradesmen stand aloof!
They wring their hands for sorrow,
And cry that awful truth:

"Alas! alas! she's fall'n,

“And all our wealth is gone,
"There's none to buy our purple :
"We're utterly undone."

9 The Lamb now stands on Zion,
And saints around him bow;
Great God we own thy judgments
Are just and righteous too;
We shout in hallelujahs,
To thine eternal name,

"For now is come the hour,
And marriage of the Lamb."

10 The bride adorn'd with jewels,
All dug from gospel mines,
And drest in richest garments,
The rising sun outshines:
How like a glorious city,
Fair Zion doth appear!
Nor sun or moon is needed,
The Lord himself is there.

11 Amen, loud hallelujah,
Let samts and angels sing;
For lo! the Lord Jehovah
Is now come down again:
A thousand years of triumph
The church on earth obtains,
Loud let the jub'lee trumpet
Announce that Jesus reigns.

CXXXI. 14s. MS. Altered.

Animation.

1 YE weary heavy laden souls, who are op

pressed sore;

Ye trav'llers in the wilderness to Canaan's peaceful shore;

Through chilling winds and beating rainsthe waters deep and cold,

And enemies surrounding you take cour age and be bold.

Eternal glory is in view, we feel our Father's love;

And all the sorrows of the way increase our joys above.

2 Though storms and hurricanes arise, the desert all around,

And fiery serpents oft appear through the enchanted ground:

Dark nights, and clouds, and gloomy fears, and dragons often roar;

Yet in the great Redeemer's

press to Canaan's shore.

Eternal glory, &c.

strength, we'll

3 We're often like the lonesome dove, that mourns her absent mate;

From hill to hill, from vale to vale, her woes she doth relate; ·

But Canaan's land is just before, sweet spring is coming on;

A few more beating winds and rains, and winter will be gone.

Eternal glory, &c.

4. Sometimes like mountains to the skies, black Jordan's billows roar;

And make us weary pilgrims fear we never shall get o'er;

But when as from mount Pisgah's top we view the vernal plain,

To fright our souls may Jordan roar, and hell may rage in vain.

Eternal glory, &c.

5 Methinks I now begin to see the borders of that land;

The trees of grace, with heav'nly fruit, in beauteous order stand:

The wint❜ry time will soon be gone, the sum-
mer soon appear,

The glorious day is rolling on-the great
Sabbatic year.Eternal glory, &c.
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