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( 21 ) That our triumphant Ciod to punish thee For the affront thou didst him on the tree, Hath snatch'd tiie keys of hell out of thy Hand and made thee stand, A porteratth’ gate of life thy mortal enemy.

On the Day of Judgement.

judge of all who we vile wretches Our guilty bones do ake, [quake. Our marrow freezes when we think Of the consuming fire Of thine ire' And horrid phials thou shalt make The wicked drink, Thou wine-press of thy wrath shall tread, With feet of lead. Sinful rebellious clay! what unknown place Shall hide it from thy face. When earth shall vanish from thy sight? The heavensthat never err'd. But observed [flight. Thy laws, shall from thy presence take their And kill’d with glory their bright eyes stark Start from their head: [dead Lord how shall we. Thy enemies, endure to see So bright, so killing majesty? Mercy, dear Saviour: Thy judgement-seat}}