AND HYMNS

3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Sufpicions and complaints?

Is he a God, and fhall his grace Grow weary of his faints?

4 Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb,

And' mongſt a thouſand tender thoughts Her fuckling have no room?

5'Yet,' faith the Lord,' fhould nature change And mothers monſters prove,

" Sion ftill dwells upon the heart Of everlaſting Love.

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6 Deep on the palms of both my hands I have engrav'd her name;

My hands fhall raife her ruin'd walls, And build her broken frame.'

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XXI.

The last Judgment. Rev. xxi. 5,& c.

SEE where the great incarnate God Fills a majeftic throne,

While from the fkies his awful voice Bears the laſt judgement down, C