5 "Yet (saith the Lord) should nature change, "And mothers monsters prove, "Sion still dwells upon the heart "Of everlasting love. 6 "Deep on the palms of both my hands "I have engrav'd her name, "My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, "And build her broken frame." Hymn 1:40. The business and blessedness of glorified saints, Rev. 7. 13 &c. 1 "What happy men, or angels these "That all their robes are spotless white? "Whence did this glorious troop arrive "At the pure realms of heavenly light?" 2 From tort'ring racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. 3 Now they approach th' almighty throne, With loud hosannas night and day, Sweet anthems to the great Three One Measure their blest eternity. 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls, He bids their parching thirst be gone, And spreads the shadow of his wings To screen them from the scorching sun. 5 The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around his milder beams, There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Thro' the vast round of endless years, And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears. Hymn 1:41. The same; or, The martyrs glorified, Rev. 7. 13 &c. 1 "These glorious minds, how bright they shine "Whence all their white array? "How came they to the happy seats "Of everlasting day?" 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely wash'd their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood. 3 Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One. 4 The unveil'd glories of his face Amongst his saints reside, While the rich treasure of his grace Sees all their wants supply'd. 5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock Where living fountains rise, And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes. Hymn 1:42. Divine wrath and mercy, Nahum 1, 2 &c. 1 Adore and tremble, for our God Is a _consuming fire_;* His jealous eyes his wrath inflame, And raise his vengeance higher. 2 Almighty vengeance how it burns! How bright his fury glows! Vast magazines of plagues and storms Lie treasur'd for his foes. 3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees Are forced into a flame, But kindled, O how fierce they blaze! And rend all nature's frame. 4 At his approach the mountains flee, And seek a watery grave; The frighted sea makes haste away, And shrinks up every wave. 5 Thro' the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hailstones hurl'd: Who dares engage his fiery rage That shakes the solid world? 6 Yet, mighty God, thy sovereign grace Sits regent on the throne, The refuge of thy chosen race When wrath comes rushing down.