LXXXVI. The rich Provision and happy Effects of the Gospel.

BEHOLD our GOD, he owns his Name;
Jehovah all our Songs proclaim
With Shouts of Wonder and of Joy:
Long have we waited for his Grace,
No longer now his Love delays
For Zion his own Armt' employ.

We charge our Souls the Joy to feel:
We charge our Tongues his Praise to tell:
Th' Almighty Saviour! This is he!
He pours his Streams of Grace abroad,
Till all the Earth confess the GOD,
And Lands remote his Glory see.

Dainties how rich his Stores afford!
How pure the Wine, that crowns his Board!
While welcome Nations flock around:
He takes the Veil of Grief away;
Thro' thickest Shades he darts the Day,
And not one weeping Eye is found.

All-conqu'ring Death, no longer boast
O'er Millions humbled in the Dust;
Our GOD with Scorn thy Triumph sees:
Soon as he aims one Shaft at thee,
Swallow'd and lost in Victory,
Thine Empire, and thy Name shall cease.