CCLXXIII. Ministers a sweet Savour, whether of Life or Death.

PRAISE to the LORD on high,
Who spreads his Triumphs wide!
While Jesus' fragrant Name
Is breath'd on ev'ry Side:
Balmy and rich
The Odours rise,
And fill the Earth,
And reach the Skies.

Ten thousand dying Souls
Its Influence feel and live;
Sweeter than vital Air
The Incense they receive:
They breathe anew,
And rise and sing
Jesus the Lord,
Their conqu'ring King.

But Sinners scorn the Grace,
That brings Salvation nigh;
They turn their Face away,
And faint, and fall, and die:
So sad a Doom,
Ye Saints, deplore,
For O! they fall
To rise no more.

Yet, wise and mighty GOD,
Shall all thy Servants be,
In those, who live or die,
A Savour sweet to Thee:
Supremely bright
Thy Grace shall shine,
Guarded with Flames
Of Wrath divine.