BLE

No Power can draw, no Charms entice;
Who fhuns the Paths, where, on each Hand,
Deluding Pleasures tempting ftand;
And hates bold Sinners, who blafpheme
The great JEHOVAH's awful Name.
GOD's righteous Law and Holy Word
To Him the sweetest Joys afford:
These ftill his facred Thirft allay,
And feed his ravish'd Soul by Day;
Revolving These with new Delight,
He charms the filent Hours of Night.
As Trees, that in rich Meadows grow,

O'er neighboring Streams their Branches throw
For ever green, and all the Year

Loaden with smiling Fruit appear :

So This Man flourishes, nor cafts

His Fruits, nor fears untimely Blasts:
While Sinners and their vain Designs

Are toft like Chaff, the Sport of Winds.
When GoD, as righteous Judge, shall come
To pass on Man the final Doom,
They fhall not ftand before his Face,
Nor find among the Just a Place :
The Juft, Immortal Joys attend,

In which the Ways of Virtue end,
While the smooth Paths that Sinners tread
To certain Death and Ruin lead.

A HYMN.

A HYM N.

I.

THAT Holy, what Sincere Delights,

WHA

RELIGION does afford!

How Sweet to a refined Tafte,

Thy rich Provifion, LORD!

II.

Honours let Others chace, and feed
Their ftarving Souls with Air;

Or guilty and polluted Joys

With fhort Delufion fhare.

III.

Let Mine be more fubftantial Blifs!

Be Mine more folid Food!

My Heart to Nobler Heights afpires,
And feeks th' ETERNAL GOOD,

IV. Let

IV.

Let Sons of Earth, the Duft of Earth,

Its glittering Dust admire :

Poor fordid Minds pursue the Gains,

That fuit a low Defire.

V.

For Me-My GOD let Me poffels ;
This Treasure shall fuffice;

My Glory This, my Joy, my All!
All elfe I can despise.

VI.

When on her high Original

My Heaven-born Soul reflects;

With a becoming Pride, the World

Difdainful fhe rejects:

VII.

Nor stoops to court these humble Goods,

So much beneath her State. Such Condefcenfion is too Low,

And She her-felf too Great.

VIII. When