ISAAC WATTS
Tears the strong pillars of the vault of Heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes, Sees the graves open, and the bones arising,
Flames all around them.
Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches' Lively bright horror and amazing anguish Stare thro' their eyelids, while the living worm lies Gnawing within them.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholdb the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance Rolling afore him.
Hopeless immortals' how they scream and shiver, While devils push them to the pit wide-pawning Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong Down to the centre'
Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid Doleful ideas') come, arise to Jesus, How He sits God-like' and the saints around Him Throned, yet adoring'
O may I sit there when He comes triumphant, Dooming the nations! then ascend to glory, While our Hosannas all along the passage
Shout the Redeemer'
��446 A Cradle Hymn
"USH 1 my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed' Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
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