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Come now to execute an Engagement undertook Page 71. in the Note.

BUT, firft, let me once again intreat the Christian to contemplate the magnificent and delicate Scenes of the Universe, with a particular Reference to CHRIST, as the Creator. He can hardly imagine, what Fewel every Object, view'd in this Light, would administer to the languishing Lamp of Divine Love. Every Production in Nature would ftrike a Spark into his Soul, and tend to raise the fmoaking Flax into a Flame.

BESIDES, how muft it gladden the Heart of a Believer, and confirm his Affiance in the crucified Lamb, to behold the Heavens declaring his Glory, and the Firmament fhewing his Handy-work! It cannot but be Matter of inexpreffible Confolation to the poor Sinner, to obferve the Honours of his Redeemer, writ with Sun-beams, over all the Face of the World.

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LET thofe, therefore, who delight to read an Account of their incarnate JEHOVAH, as He is revealed in the Books of Mofes, the Prophets, and Evangelists, endeavour to fee a Sketch of his Perfections, as they stand delineated in that stately Volume, where every Leaf is a fpacious Plain, every Line a flowing Brook, and every Period a lofty Mountain,

SHOULD any of my Readers be unexercifed in fuch Meditations, I beg Leave (in pursuance of my Promife) to prefent them with a Specimen: To offer à Clue, which may lead their Minds into this most useful Train of Thinking. Thus, then would I frequently reflect:

OYE Heavens, whofe wide-extended Arches encompass so many floating Worlds; He, who measured out your Dimensions with his Span, and bid you stand as Boundaries of the Univerfes He once was wrapt in Swaddling-Cloths, and laid in a Manger, to bring to pass my endless Felicity.

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THOU Sun, that, without the Affiftance of any other Fire, fheddeft Day through a Thoufand Realms, He, who filled your Orb with boundless Luftre, before whom your meridian Splendors are but Darkness; He emptied Himself of his Glory for my Sake, and became the Scorn of Men, the Outcast of the People.

THOU Moon, that walkeft among un-numbered Stars, and, fuperior to them all, rulest the Night with thy milder Ray; He, who dreffed thy Globe with beaming Silver, and dwells in Light inacceffible; He vouchfafed to wear a Body of Clay, in order to work out my Salvation, and hid not his Face from Shame and Spitting.

YE Thunders, that shake our Abodes, and fend your tremendous Vollies from Pole to Pole; He, who gave you those dreadful Accents, whose awful Meffage you bear to the trembling Nations; He once, for my Welfare, poured out infantile Tears in the Stable, and expiring Groans on the accurfed Tree,

OYE Lightenings, that burft from the angry Clouds, and whirl the Shafts of Justice thro' the Skies; He, who kindles your Flash, and directs your Stroke; He was bound like a Slave, was dragged to the Bar like a Felon, was sentenced to Death like a Murderer; and ftruck not (O! triumphant Long-fuffering! ftruck not) his infolent Abusers into the Depths of Hell with his Frown.

YE Storms and Tempefts, that fweep over whole Continents, and drive Forefts headlong from their Roots; He, whose Breath rouses you into fuch horrible Rage, and whofe Nod controuls you in your wildest Career; He (once) went, all meek and gentle, like a Lamb to the Slaughter for me; and, as a Sheep before her Shearers is dumb, fo He opened not his Mouth.

THOU Peftilence, that scatterest Ten thousand Poisons from thy baleful Wings, that leavest whole Regions depopulated and defolate; He, who arms thee with inevitable Destruction, and makes thee the Weapon of his Indignation; He once was numbered

with the most infamous of Malefactors; and, to ranfom me from Ruin, was content to tinge a Gibbet with his Blood.

THOU Ocean, vast World of Waters, He who funk that capacious Bed for your Reception, and poured the liquid Element into those unfathomable Chanels, in whofe Pres fence all your rolling Mountains are as the fmall Drop of a Bucket; He, in the Days of his Flesh, had not where to lay his Head; but fuffered all that is miserable and reproachful, in order to introduce a wretched Worm into the completest Bliss.

YE gufhing Fountains, that trickle thro the matted Grass; ye fine tranfparent Streams, that glide along your flowery Banks; ye deep; and stately Rivers, that refresh Kingdoms in your Course, and fwell the Sea with your Tribute'; He who feeds you all from his own overflowing Fulnefs; He, formerly thirfted on Mount Calvary, and (what is still more astonishing) thirsted in vain, for a fingle Drop of Water.

YE lofty Mountains, that overlook the Clouds, and project a Shade into distant ProR vinces ;