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The First Gospel Promife.

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Gen. iii. 15.

'HE promife firft, that led the van,
Did curfe the tempting fnake;

But op'd the door of blifs to man,
For thus Jehovah spake:

"I'll put eternal enmity,

"O thou fatanic foe!

"Between the woman foil'd and thee,
"To thy difgrace and wo.
"Her feed and thine immortal feud
"Shall both be made to feel;
"It thall intirely break thy head,
"Thou only bruise his heel.
"And to give thee the fatal blow,
"Her feed fhall be my Sox;
"Destroy thy works, and quit undo
"What mifchief thou haft done.

SONG III.

The Ten Plagues of Ifrael named and juftified.. Exod. vii. viii. ix. x. and xii. chap.

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HE first, their water turn'd to blood,
Their blood-thirst to requite.

The second, caus'd vile frogs to croud,
To 'venge their crocking fpite.
The third, turn'd all their duft to lice,
Their fordid ways to wreck.

The fourth, made fwarms of flees arife,
Their foaring pride to check.

The fifth, their beafts with murrain kill'd
To fmite their brutish kin.

The fixth, with boils their bodies fill'd,
To fcourge the blains of fin.

The seventh, destroy'd with fire and bail,

Their fury to affwage.

The eighth, made locufts fierce prevail,
To recompence their rage.

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The ninth, thick darknefs on them drew,
For doubling Ifra'l's tales.

The tenth, all Egypt's first-born slew,
For murd'ring Ifra'l's males.

SONG IV.

The Song of Moses, when the Ifraelites were delivered out of the bands of the Egyptians. Exod. xv. 1,-21.

SECT.

I.

The LORD's Praife celebrated for bis own Excellence, and overthrowing bis Enemies.

Ver. I'LL fing unto the Lord, who doth
His glorious triumph fhew;

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For he the horfe, and rider both,

Into the ocean threw.

2 Weak was I, but the Lord's my ftrength;
Dumb, but he's now my fong;

Loft, but he is become at length
All my falvation ftrong.

He is my God, I'll him prepare
An habitation nigh;

My father's God, with double care
I will exalt him high.

3 The Lord's a man of war, I boast
The Lord his name to be;

4 He Pharaoh's chariots and his hoft,
Hath caft into the fea.

5

He did his chofen captains drown,
Within the Red-fea brink;

The depths them hid, to th' bottom down

They like a flone did fink.

6 Thy right-hand, O Jehovah, did
Its pow'rful glory show ;.

Thy right-hand, O Jehovah, did
In pieces dash the foe.

7 Soon in thy greatness excellent,
Thy foes thou ruin'd hast;
And forth thine indignation fent,
Did them as ftubble wafte.

8 Lo! at thy noftrils blast, on fight

The waves combining rofe;
Floods, as an heap, did ftand upright,
The deeps in mid-fea froze.

9 The raging foe thus fpoke in pride,
"I'll now purfue them hot;
"I will o'ertake, I will divide
"The spoil upon the fpot:
"My luft its fatisfaction full

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Upon them fhall enjoy ;

My bloody fword draw forth I will,
My hand fhall them deftroy."

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10 But when thy wind did blow, with speed
The billows were their graves;

For down they fank, as pond'rous lead,
Within the mighty waves.
[Thy orders quickly overthrew
Thy proud Egyptian hoft,
Who, boldly daring to purfue
Were in the ocean loft.]

SECT. II.

The LORD extolled for bis wonderful Works
in preferving bis People.

II Who is like thee among the gods!
Lord, who is like to thee?
So vall, fo infinite the odds,
Where can thine equal be!
In holiness moft glorious,
In praises fearful too;
In doing wonders marvellous,

None elfe the like can do!

12 When thou but ftretchedft thy right-hand, The earth obedient rofe,

With open mouth, at thy command,
And fwallow'd up thy foes.

13 Thou all the folk thou did'ft redeem,
Haft led forth in thy grace;

And, in thy ftrength, haft guided them
Unto thy holy place.

14 People fhall hear and fear, and fo
In grief and anguish pine;

Sorrow fhall catch the folk that do
Inhabit Paleftine.

15 On Edom's dukes amazing fits,
On Moab's men of might
Trembling fhall feize; all Canaanites
Shall melt away outright-

16 Great fear and dread fhall them arrest,
Thine arm's great mightiness
Shall fill them, as a ftone fuppreft,
Till once thy people pafs;

Till once the folk, thou chofen haft,
Pafs over by thy grant.

To the mountain thou inheriteft,
Thou'lt them bring in and plant.

17 The place, O Lord, which thou haft made
To be thy dwelling fine,
The fanctuary established

Firm, by thy hands divine.

18 The Lord fhall ever reign, who hath Such fame by Pharaoh's plea,

19 Whofe chariot, horfe, and cavalcade,
So madly took the fea:

For then the Lord upon their head,
Roll'd back the waves again;
But on dry land went Ifrael's feed
Amidit the cloven main.

SECT. III. MIRIAM's Anfwer.

Sing to the Lord, who made his name,
In pomp triumphant known;
The horfe and rider both, by him,
Were in the ocean thrown.
SONG V.

The Ten Commands abridged and verfified. † Exod. xx. 3.
[1.] NO God but me thou fhalt adore,
I am thy God alone.

[2.] No image frame to bow before,
But idols all dethrone.

+ See the commands in another kind of poefy, p. 236.

[3.] God's glorious name take not in vain, For be rever'd he will.

[4] His facred Sabbath don't profane, Mind it is holy ftill.

[5] To parents render due refpect, This may thy life prolong.

[6.] All murder fhun and malice check, To no man's life do wrong.

[7.] From thoughts of whoredom bafe abftain, From words and actions vile.

[8.] Shun theft and all unlawful gain, Nor gather wealth by guile.

[9.] Falfe witnefs flee, and fland'ring spite, Nor wilful lies invent.

[19] Don't covet what's thy neighbour's right, Nor harbour difcontent.

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Submiffion and Deliverance; or, GoD's appearing in Extremity, and ABRAHAM offering his Son. Gen. xxii. 6,-19.

LORD, we, through grace at thy command,

With faith and humble zeal,

Refign our fpirits to thy hand,

To mould them to thy will.
We, at our Father's heav'nly word,
Who never did us wrong,
Give up our comforts to the Lord,
To whom they all belong.
He will reftore what we refign,
Or grant, if not the fame,
Some other bleffings more divine,
To clear our higher claim.

At God's command thus Abra'm took
The wood, the fire, the knife,

And flraight prepar'd the dreadful firoke
At fav'rite Ifaac's life.

Abra'm, forbear, the angel cry'd,
Touch not thy darling fon;

Thy faith is fhewn, thy love is try'd,

The deed is held as done.

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