CCCXIV. CHRIST'S second Appearance, &c.

BEHOLD the Son of GOD appears,
And in his Flesh our Sins he bears;
The Victim at GOD'S Altar stood
To expiate Guilt by Groans and Blood.

But lo, a second Time he comes
To shake the Earth, and rend the Tombs;
These Heav'ns before him melt away,
And Sun and Stars in Smoke decay.

Yet 'midst this gen'ral Wreck and Dread,
Ye Saints, with Triumph lift the Head;
With glad Surprize your Saviour meet,
Who comes to make your Bliss compleat.

My Soul, an Happiness so great
With pleasing Expectation wait;
And while I dwell upon the Thought,
Be Earth and all its Toys forgot.

My Saviour GOD, what Grace is thine,
Which gives a Prospect so divine!
Come, blessed Day, and teach our Tongues
How Angels warble out their Songs.