Perish the virtue, as it ought, abhorr'd, And the fool with it who infults his Lord. Th' atonement a Redeemer's love has wrought Is not for you the righteous need it not. Seeft thou yon harlot wooing all the meets, The worn out nuisance of the public streets, Herself from morn to night, from night to morn, Her own abhorrence, and as much your fcorn; The gracious flow'r, unlimited and free, Shall fall on her, when heav'n denies it thee. Of all that wisdom dictates, this the drift, That man is dead in fin, and life a gift. Is virtue then, unless of chriftian growth, Mere fallacy, or foolishness, or both, Ten thousand fages loft in endlefs woe, For ignorance of what they could not know? That speech betrays at once a bigot's tongue, Charge not a God with fuch outrageous wrong. Truly not the partial light men have,

My creed perfuades me, well employed, may fave, While he that fcorns the noon day beam, perverse, Shall find the bleffing, unimprov'd, a curfe.

Let heathen worthies, whofe exalted mind
Left fenfuality and drofs behind,

Poffefs for me their undifputed lot,

And take unenvied the reward they fought.

But fill in virtue of a Saviour's plea,

Not blind by choice, but deftin'd not to fee.
Their fortitude and wifdon were a flame

Celeft al, though they knew not whence it came,
Deriv'd from the fame fource of light and grace
That guides the chriftian in his swifter race;
Their judge was confcience, and her rule their law,
That rule purfued with rev'rence and with awe,
Led them, however fault'ring, faint and flow,
From what they knew, to what they wish'd to know;
But let not him that shares a brighter day,
Traduce the fplendor of a noon-tide ray,
Prefer the twilight of a darker time,
And deem his bafe ftupidity no crime;

The wretch who flights the Lounty of the fkics,"
And finks, while favour'd with the means to rife,
Shall find them rated at their full amount,

The good he fcorn'd all carried to account.
Marshalling all his terrors as he came,
Thunder and earthquake and devouring flame,
From Sinai's top Jehovah gave the law,
Life for obedience, death for ev'ry flaw.
When the great fov'reign would his will express,
He gives a perfect rule; what can he lefs?
And guards it with a fanation as fevere
As vengeance can inflict, or finners fear:

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Elfe his own glorious rights he would disclaim,, And man might fafely trifle with his name: He bids him glow with unremitting love. To all on earth, and to himself above; Condemns th' injurious deed, the fland'rous tongue,, The thought that meditates a brother's wrong;. Brings not alone, the more confpicuous part,, His conduct to the teft, but tries his heart.. Hark! univerfal nature fhook and groan'd, 'Twas the last trumpet-fee the judge enthron'd: Rouse all your courage at your utmost need, Now summon ev'ry virtue, ftand and plead. What, filent? Is your boasting heard no more? That self-renouncing wifdom, learn'd before, Had fhed immortal glories on your brow, That all your virtues cannot purchase now.. All joy to the believer! He can speak→ Trembling yet happy, confident yet meek. Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,. And cut up all my follies by the root,, I never trusted in an arm but thine,, Nor hop'd, but in thy righteousness divine: My pray'rs and alms, imperfect and defil'd, Were but the feeble efforts of a child, Howe'er perform'd, it was their brighteft part, That they proceeded from a grateful heart:

Cleans'd in thine own all-purifying blced,
Forgive their evil and accept their good;
I caft them at thy feet-my only plea
Is what it was, dependence upon thee;
While struggling in the vale of tears below,
That never fail'd, nor fhall it fail me now.
Angelic gratulations rend the fkies,
Pride falls unpitied, never more to rife,
Humility is crown'd, and faith receives the prize.

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In England's cafe to move the mufe to tears?
From fide to fide of her delightful ifle,

Is he not cloath'd with a perpetual smile ?
Can nature add a charm, or art confer

A new found luxury not feen in her?
Where under heav'n is pleasure more pursued,.
Or where does cold reflection lefs intrude?
Her fields a rich expanfe of wavy corn
Pour'd out from plenty's overflowing horn;
Ambrofial gardens in which art supplies
The fervor and the force of Indian fkies;:

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