What Reafon then can be affign'd
Why Some Salvation have,
And Others don't that Bleffing find,
Their Souls Here do not fave.

But live and die eftrang'd from GOD,
As all their Conduct fhows;

And always walk in that broad Road
Which to Perdition goes.

Whilft Others walk in better Ways,

The narrow Path pursue;

And do the GOD of Heaven praise,
And love their Neighbour too.

On Whom then fhall We lay the Blame
Or Who is in the Fault?

Why WE Be't fpoken to our Shame,

Who do from GOD revolt.

Inverted that pure Order is,
Which fhou'd exift in Man;
Who cannot be in perfect Peace
Till it's reftor 'd again.

But when His Pow'rs obedient are,
Submiffive Here are made,

He'll find again, in Order fair,
A beauteous Scene difplayd.

For Order fure was Man's firft Law,
A Law that came from Heav'n;
And as obferv'd, from Ir We draw
That Blifs to Angels giv'n.

GOD

GOD then is blamelefs, All thou'd fay,
Whatever be their Fate;

Since it is clear, that All Men may
Chufe their Eternal State.

And as They do determine Here,
From Freedom of the Will,

Their GOD to hate, or to revert,
They'll reap the Good or Ill.

'Tis surely great IMPIETY
To fay God damns the Soul,

Since He doth Ever ftrive, We fee,
To make the vileft Whole.

What then can cause the Difference,
But Difference of State,

As must be clear to Men of Sense
Who on This meditate.

Who meditate on Heaven's Ways
Muft furely be agreed,

That, from the LORD, whoever strays
Condemns Himself indeed.

Doth by His own perverfe Self Will

Reject the Heav'nly State,

And thus His MEASURE OF EVIL FILL, Which makes Him good Things hate.

Nay makes Him hate ALL that is Good, And love whate'er is Evil;

Confirm'd in Which, He's not of GOD, But makes Himfelf a DEVIL.

This to display, the Sun Behold,
Whole Heat and Light's the fame;
And yet We need not fure be told,
Thofe only are too blame

Who do neglect, whilft it is Day,
Their needful Works to do;

And trifling thus their Time away
Do Nothing Good purfue.

And thus, Whilft Others reap the Good-
The Sun diffufes Here,

It furely must be understood

They don't their Bleffings fhare.

How plain from Hence it is to fee
The LORD wou'd fave Us All,
If We wou'd to His Mercy flee,
And for Salvation call.

If We wou'd Here but ufe His Grate,
Which Ever present is;

And Walk in true Religion's Ways,
Our End wou'd then be Peace.

Would be Eternal Peace, I fay,
In Heav'nly Realms above,

Where We no more, like Sheep, fhou'd ftray
From CHRIST, the GOD of Love.

Whofe glorious Works were Here defign'd
To manifeft His Pow'r,

And Show His GODHEAD to the Mind
That All might HIм adore.

Whofe

Whofe Power flows to ALL in Heav'n,
And reaches ALL on Earth;
And unto Ev'ry Creature's giv'n
According to it's Birth.

And which, unfeen by Mortal Man,
Upholds this Earthly Ball;

And doth all Nature Here fuftain,
Or 'Twou'd to Ruin fall.

For Who fupports YON Orbs on high,
Thofe radiant Globes of Light,
Which gild the glorious azure Sky,
And please our gazing Sight?

Who fixt the Sun, Orb most immense,
The Center of our Sphere,

Which doth his chearing Beams dispense
To all both far and near?

Who gave Existence to the whole?
Or who upholds them ftill?

Why GOD? of all Things here the Soul,
Whole Pow'r doth all Things fill.

Let Naturalifts boaft, as They please,
Of natural Instinct Here,
Enlighten'd Reafon plainly fees
GOD's Operation near.

And that All Nature is upheld

By Influence from Heav'n,

Is Truth Divine, from GOD reveal'd;

And to the Humble giv'n.

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars proclaim
The mighty Pow'r of GOD;
And magnify HIS HOLY NAME,
And spread His Fame abroad.

They call on Ev'ry living Soul
Their utmoft Praise to give,
And, whilft Eternal Ages roll,

In Gratitude to live.

When, LORD, thy Heav'ns I do admire,
Thy handy-Works do fcan;

The Moon, the Sun, that Orb of Fire,
With All their sparkling Train.

I'm loft in Wonder, and Suprize,
At Such vaft Scenes as These,
Which give fuch Pleasure to the Eyes,
And to the Mind fuch Peace.

And am furpriz'd that ANY can
Deny thy Godhead Here,

Since All Things plainly fhow to Man
The Hand of GOD is near.

Which Hand Divine like hidden Springs
In fome well-made Machine,
Directs the natural Course of Things,
As may be clearly feen.

Yet greater than All His Mercy fhines,
Sole Fountain of our Blifs,

And EVERLASTINGLY combines

To make Our Paradise.

Moft