For children's bread asham'd to cry:
O grant a dog the crumbs.

My wounds and rags my need proclaim,
Thy needful help insure:

My wounds bear witness that I'm lame,
My rags that I am poor.

Thou many at thy door dost feed
With mercy when distrest;
O wilt thou not shew an alms-deed
To me among the rest?

None else can give my soul relief,
None else can ease my moan,
But he whose absence is my grief:
All other joys be gone.

How can I cease from sad complaint?

How can I be at rest?

My mind can never be content

To want my noble guest.

Drop down, mine eyes, and never tire,

Cease not on any terms,

Until I have my heart's desire,

My Lord within mine arms.

My heart, my hand, my spirits fail,
When hiding off he goes;
My flesh, my foes, my lusts prevail,
And work my daily woes.

When shall I see that glorious sight
Will all my sins destroy?

That Lord of love, that lamp of light,
Will banish all annoys?

O could I but from sinning cease,
And wait on Pisgah's hill,
Until I see him face to face,

Then should my soul be still.

But since corruption cleaves to me
While I in Kedar dwell;

O give me leave to long for thee,
For absence is a hell.

Thy glory should be dear to me,
Who me so dear hast bought:
O save from rend'ring ill to thee
For good which thou hast wrought.
With fear I crave, with hope I cry,
Oh promis'd favour send;

Be thou thyself, though chang'ling I
Ungratefully offend.

Out of thy way remove the lets,

Cleanse this polluted den;

Tender my suits, cancel my

Sweet Jesus, say, Amen.

debts:

SECTION VI.

The song of heaven desired by saints on earth.

A

URORA vails her rosy face,

When brighter Phœbus takes her place;

So glad will grace resign her room

To glory in the heav'nly home.

Happy the company that's gone

From cross to crown, from thrall to throne;
How loud they sing upon the shore,
To which they fail'd in heart before!

Bless'd are the dead, yea, saith the word,
That die in Christ the living Lord,

And on the other side of death

Thus joyful spend their praising breath :
"Death from all death has set us free,
"And will our gain for ever be ;
"Death loos'd the massy chains of woe,
“To let the mournful captives go.

"Death is to us a sweet repose;
"The bud was op'd to shew the rose;
"The cage was broke to let us fly,
"And build our happy nest on high,
"Lo, here we do triumphant reign,
“And joyful sing in lofty strain :
"Lo, here we rest, and love to be,
"Enjoying more than faith could see.
"The thousandth part we now behold,
"By mortal tongues was never told;
"We got a taste, but now above
“We forage in the fields of love.

"Faith once stole down a distant kiss,
"Now love cleaves to the cheek of bliss:
"Beyond the fears of more mishap

66 We gladly rest in glory's lap.

"Earth was to us a seat of war,

"In thrones of triumph now we are "We long'd to see our Jesus dear,

"And sought him there, but found him here.

"We walk in white without annoy,

"In glorious galleries of joy;

"And crown'd with everlasting bays,

“We rival cherubs in their praise.

"No longer we complain of wants,
"We see the glorious King of saints
"Amidst his joyful hosts around,
"With all the divine glory crown'd.
"We see him at his table-head
"With living water, living bread,
"His cheerful guests incessant load
"With all the plentitude of God.

"We see the holy flaming fires,
"Cherubic and seraphic quires;
"And gladly join with those on high,
"To warble praise eternally.

"Glory to God that here we came, "And glory to the glorious Lamb: "Our light, our life, our joy, our all "Is in our arms, and ever shall.

Our Lord is ours, and we are his; "Yea, now we see him as he is : And hence we like unto him are, "And full his glorious image share. "No darkness now, no dismal night, "No vapour intercepts the light; "We see for ever face to face "The highest Prince in highest place. "This, this does heav'n enough afford, "We are for ever with the Lord: "We want no more, for all is given; "His presence is the heart of heav'n." While thus I laid my list'ning ear Close to the door of heav'n to hear; And then the sacred page did view, Which told me all I heard was true;

Yet shew'd me that the heav'nly song
Surpasses ev'ry mortal tongue,
With such unutterable strains
As none infett'ring flesh attains;

Then said I, “O to mount away,
"And leave this clog of heavy clay!
"Let wings of time more hasty fly,
"That I may join the songs on high."

The Believer's Principles concerning Creation and Redemption; or, some of the first principles of the oracles of God.