character, and so are irrevocably hid from your eyes; which I pray God may not be the unspeakable miserable condition of any of you. But if fo, you will, at the grand and awful day of judgment, charge the fault to no one but yourselves; because you wilfully difregarded and disobeyed the means of God's rich tenders of grace and mercy, fo freely, invitingly, and alluringly offered you in the glorious gofpel of his Son: which gospel (if you are in your right understandings) you must acknowledge is exceeding kind and beneficent, juft and equitable, calculated for the good order of all rational focial creatures, for their mutual advantage, comfort and happiness in this world, and their exquifite éternal happiness in the world to come. Therefore," if you fin “wilfully, after that you have received the knowledge of the truth, there remaineth no more facrifices for "fins, but a certain fearful looking-for of judgment, and fiery indignation, which fhall devour the adverfa"ries. He that defpifed Mofes's law, died without 66 mercy, under two or three witneffes: of how much "forer punishment, fuppofe ye, fhall he be thought "worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of "God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant "wherewith he was fanctified an unholy thing, and "hath done defpight unto the Spirit of grace?" Heb. x. 26 to 30. VALE & CAVE. Edward Goldney, fen". EASTER MONDAY, LONDON, APRIL 16, 1759. A POETICAL ESSAY ON The Awful and Tremendous Day of Judgment, in order to Awaken and Rouse the Deifts out of their Stupid, Dreadful Incredulity. Ο H! think you Deifts, how you'll avoid Hell's foam, How fee the SAVIOUR seated on his Throne! A Cloud his Chariot, and fill'd with burning Beams That scatters Darkness o'er the dimmer Day. The Sun feeks Shelter in the wafting Flood; The conscious Moon blushes herself to Blood; Old Chaos now in double State returns; With double Ardour ev'ry Comet burns, Furious they whirl before the SAVIOUR'S Throne ; As wide as Space pale Terror spreads her Reign, Of Orders burft the indiffoluble Chain : TO CHRIST for fuccour all Mankind will pray : But all Mankind can't avert the awful Day. What Horror feize Mankind, which were to Reafon blind, Tho' Deifts once, yet not in Hell fo found: How will they then with Wrath and Anguish preft, Know then this Truth, ye Deifts, this believe, In difbelieving, you yourselves deceive, And now the Judge defcends, the SAVIOUR Comes, Rend Heav'n, groan Hell, break, burft, ye Iron Tombs! The The living Chariot rattles thro' the Air, * He stalks before, who used to dart Despair, Death conquer'd, after crawls in mad Dismay, Whole Fields of Light'ning round the Conqu❜ror play, And rufhing Whirlwinds rush along the blazing Way. Celestial Glory circles all his Head, In Heaven enthron'd, and on Hell doth tread. As rufhing Torrents pour their rapid Streams, So fierce his Fury burns, fo full his glory Beams: Saints, Angels, eccho the defcending God, Ah! what Difference now from what he once appear'd, When Unbelievers fcorn'd him, whom Angels rever'd; When bloody Drops pour'd forth from every Pore, And Beings groan'd that never groan'd before. Lo! view the Crofs on high, the Signal's made, (Now Wealth and Titles, Crowns and Honours, fade) For all to liften, and their Sentence hear, From the Atheift, to the Deift's Ear. Believers then, will with a Shout profound Proclaim their Joy, express their Bliss around: With Pleasure now they see the Race they run, Their Labours ended, and their Bliss begun. Blefs'd Jesus fmiles, pleas'd with their glowing Love, Approach (he says, in foft and gentle Strains) Welcome to me, and to celestial Realms; Come then, receive your unspeakable Reward, ANGELS Conduct them to the Favour of their LORD Ye CHERUBS, Ay before, with chearful Voice, ! Bid Heavens, Dominions, Powers, and Thrones rejoice. Now with dejected Looks, the Deifts fears, Trembles, but no more mocks or jeers, Slowly they move to meet their dreadful Fate, And now they howl, and now lament too late : The Thunders know his Will, and all around him break. Then darts a Frown that shakes all Nature's Frame, The incarnate GOD now becomes a burning Flame, The Jeft of Devils, and the heavenly Scorn; No |