The Best Match, Hymn 4
The Believers Groans for Sion's Deliverance. (As Pſalm 148.)
I.
O Bleſſed Jeſus, who,
Here once was crucifi'd,
Thy ſacred Blood did flow,
Wherewith the Earth was dy'd,
And ſtill each day,
Thy bleſſed Name doth ſuffer Shame:
Lord, Come away!
II.
Thy Goſpel is abus'd
By that licentious Train:
Thy Prophets are miſus'd,
Thy Threats eſteemed vain.
But, Lord, how long
Will't be e're Thou, holy and true,
Avenge this Wrong?
III.
Thy Saints and Servants here
Accounted are as mad;
Their Hearts are fill'd with Fear,
While wicked Men are glad.
Save thine Elect,
That night and Day to Thee do pray
To that Effect.
IV.
The bloody Sword abroad,
Drinks Blood abundantly:
But when wilt thou, O Lord,
Hear Sion's mournful Cry.
Haſten therefore,
That time of Peace, when Wars ſhall ceaſe
For evermore.
V.
Let Babel, that proud Whore,
Sink into deep Diſtreſs,
That Sion never more
She may at all oppreſs;
Charge her with Guilt,
And that becauſe, her bloody Laws
Much Blood hath ſpilt.
VI.
Thy Saints rebuke, O Lord,
Be pleas'd to wipe away,
And ſpeedily afford
Thy Church that glorious Day,
When none ſhall more
Hurt or deſtroy, or her anoy,
For evermore.
VII.
The Wicked cloath with Shame;
Trample on that proud Race,
That will not know thy Name,
But ſtill deſpiſe thy Grace:
But, Lord, diſplay,
Here, every-where thy holy Fear
We humbly pray.
VIII.
Let that bright Morning ſpring,
Let Chriſt that Sun appear
With Healing in his Wing,
On all that thy Name fear:
That all the Earth
May ſing with Joy continually
In Sacred Mirth.
IX.
That Evening of the Day,
When Sion ſhall have Light;
For it we long, and pray,
O let her Sun ſhine bright:
And thoſe ſweet Streams
Of Truth's Divine, Lord, let them ſhine
With brighteſt Beams.
X.
Let Chriſt aſcend his Throne,
And reign for evermore:
Let him be King alone;
Let Nations him adore!
Bright Day appear,
When Chriſt ſhall reign, and his ſweet Name
Be own'd each where.
XI.
That Covering, Lord, remove
From Abram's ſinful Race;
Look on them from above,
Grant them converting Grace,
Thy Spiritual Pow'r,
That ſo they may mourn, look and pray
To their Saviour.
XII.
A time is drawing near,
When Earth's moſt utmoſt Coaſts
The Lord's great Name ſhall fear,
And in him make their Boaſts;
Lord come away,
Begin thy Work on Pope and Turk,
Why doſt thou ſtay?
XIII.
Let Satan, that proud Foe,
Be bound by thy ſtrong Arm,
Confin'd in Hell below,
Thy Church no more to harm;
That every Nation
May own thy Name, and all may claim
Thy ſweet Salvation.
XIV.
Reclaim Mens Luſts and Wrath,
Make Earth a holy place.
Let Goſpel-Light break forth,
Lord ſhew thy pleaſed Face;
Thy Sion-Hill
Each day increaſe, her Light and Peace,
Her Joys fulfil.
XV.
Let Ordinances be
Refin'd from Droſs and Tin;
Let All Salvation ſee,
O let that Day begin,
When evermore
That Sun ſhall ſhine, and all combine,
Chriſt to adore.
FINIS.