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BOOK III. 5 Our pleasure and our duty, Though opposite before, Since we have seen his beauty, Are join d to part no more : It is our highest pleasure, No less than duty s call, To love him beyond measure, And serve him with our all.

1 SINNER, art thou still secure ? Wilt thou still refuse to pray ? Can thy heart or hands endure In the Lord s avenging day ? See his mighty arm is bared! Awful terrors clothe his brow ! For his judgment stand prepared, Thou must either break or bow.

2 At his presence nature shakes, Earth affrighted hastes to flee, Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee ? Who his advent may abide? You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide When the world is wrapt in flame ?

3 Then the rich, the great, the wise, Trembling, guilty, self-condemn d, Must behold the wrathful eyes Of the Judge they once blasphemed. Where are now their haughty looks ? Oh their horror and despair, When they see the open d books, And their dreadful sentence hear !

4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace ! Soon we must resign our breath, And our souls be call d to pass Through the iron gate of death :