Tho' Death we are certain will ne'er ftrike to us ; She's a sentence from God, and preceded his curfe ; Yet Grace she will never be captur'd by Death;

So, as neither will yield, we muft forfeit our breath.

This monfter in time fhall be brought to fubmit, And fall: as a captive at Jefus's feet;

Yea, Death and Destruction are doomed to die, That Jefus the Saviour may triumph on high.

Her dreadful commander may justly be bold, When all Adam's offspring lie flain in her hold; The noble, the peasant, the fearful, the brave; Death levels them all with the fool or the knave.

We fhortly engag'd her with faith and with pray'r;
This had no effect, Death's a ftranger to fear;
To force her retreat we could never prevail,
Against a decree all petitions muft fail,

Nor can the petitions of faith be in vain,
Nor come to the fuitor as empty again;

The answer was love, which afforded release,
With death we're at war, but with Jefus at peace.

We shortly engag'd her, and dreadful the fight;

Her force was not worse than her terrible fight;
She rak'd us moft furiously, both fore and aft,
But fome in the veffel efcaped her fhaft.

Some, wounded with terrors, and others with fright,
Some pierced with forrows, refufed to fight;
While fome by temptations were wholly dismay'd,
And fome of eternity forely afraid.

We knew that by Death we fhould furely be took,
And yielded at laft, but no pendant was struck;
We did not engage with this monster for nought,
The prize we had feen for the which we had fought,

Tho' fatal fome darts that were hurled on board,
Yet fome that were wounded were strong in the Lord;
These triumph'd in hope, altho' rank'd with the flain,
The joy of the Lord counterbalanc'd their pain.

Now fome of the crew, who at firft were dismay'd,
View'd Death in a vifion no more than a fhade;
With mental felicity wifhed to die,

And faid in veracity Jefus was nigh.

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Poor old Mafter Doubtful began to complain,
And all our attempts to revive him were vain;
He wished he never had ventur'd on board,
Nor did he believe he belong'd to the Lord.

He laid in distress for a number of days,
But all were dispell'd by enlivening rays;
When these were remov'd he forbore not to fing,
And faid he fhould die in the caufe of his King.

Old Goodman Distrust he received a wound,
And fuddenly fainted away in a fwoon;

He knew that his heart was attach'd to the Lord,
If he were belov'd he fhould foon be reftor'd.

He daily requested his life might be fpar'd,
That hope might revive and his health be repair'd;
When patience was try'd he requested to go,
Nor had he a doubt but he'd conquer'd his foe.

Now poor little Feeble was found with the fick,
A man that was always allow'd to be weak;
The thoughts of departing fo fill'd him with dread,
His fpirits within him were finking like lead.

But tidings were brought that he was not to go, 'Till wholly refign'd to submit to his foe;

And, when he perceiv'd that his strength was restor❜d, He called for Death, and he wish'd him on board.

My old Master Peevish received a shot,
Defign'd by Jehovah to fall to his lot;
He greatly rebell'd at the fharpness of pain;
We try'd to appease him, but labour'd in vain,

Tho' Death he oppos'd with a desperate force,
He found to his forrow he daily grew
worse;
But pains, ftill imbitter'd, fo ended the ftrife,
That he wished for ftrangling rather than life.

Now good Master Careful received a hurt,
And griev'd he had loft all the views of the port;
The cares of the world had fo often perplex'd,
He pray'd not to go till affections were fix'd.

Omnipotent Love brought him foon to relent,
At a heart fo divided he'd often repent;
With his cheeks all bedewed with penitent tears,
He owned to grace he was deep in arrears,

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His body was rack'd, and acute were the pains;
His fpirit rejoiced in seraphic strains;

He own'd at departing falvation was free;

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Master Purblind he next received a dart;

The wound it was fatal, 'twas fent to his heart; LA
And long did he mourn in a horrible shade,
For want of the light he was wholly difmay'd,!

A fenfible darkness had veiled his mind,
To wretched despair he was ever inclin'd
His horror, he faid, was a proof he was curs'd;
Nor would he believe he should end with the juft,

The judge he affum'd, and arraigned his heart;
The sentence he pass'd, and he wish'd to depart;
His fate he predicted, and fixed his doom,
And begg'd of Jehovah to let him go home.

He daily expected that God would approve
Of these his proceedings, and bid him remove;
But judgment's committed to Jefus alone,

No fentence fhall ftand that comes not from his throne.

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