LXXIV. The Voice of CHRIST addressed to the Children of Men.

NOW let the list'ning World around
In silent Rev'rence hear;
While from on high the Saviour's Voice
Thus strikes th' attentive Ear.

"To you, O Sons of Men, I call;
"And from my lofty Throne
"Reclin'd in gentle Pity bow
"To bring Salvation down.

"Ye thoughtless Sinners, hear my Voice,
"Attend my Words and live;
"My Words conduct to solid Joys,
"And endless Blessings give.

"Each faithful Minister is sent
"This Message to proclaim;
"In ev'ry various Providence
"The Language is the same.

"And could the pale forgotten Dead,
"Tho' deep in Dust they lye,
"Arise in visionary Crouds,
"They'd join the solemn Cry.

"Forgetful Mortals, yet be wise,
"While o'er the Grave ye stand;
"Lest long-neglected Love provoke
"The Vengeance of my Hand.

"In glad Submission bow ye down,
"Nor steel that stubborn Heart;
"'Till mine inexorable Voice
"Pronounce the Word, Depart."

Blest Jesus, may thy Spirit breathe
On Souls, which else must dye;
For, till thy Grace reflect the Sound,
Thy Word in vain will cry.