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Flock to that light; the glory of all lands
Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy,
And endlefs her increase. Thy rams are there,
* Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates : upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her spacious courts,
Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there
Kneels with the native of the farthest west;
And Æthiopia spreads abroad the hand,
And worships. Her report has travellid forth
Into all lands. From ev'ry clime they come
To see thy beauty and to share thy joy,
O Sion! an assembly such as earth
Saw never, such as Heav'n stoops down to sec.

Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor’d. So God has greatly purpos'd; who would else In his dishonour'd works himself endure Dishonour, and be wrong'd without redress. Halte, then, and wheel away a shatter'd world,

Nebaioth and Kedar, the song of Ishmael, and progenitors of the Arabs, in the prophetic fcriptures here alladed to, may be reasonably considered as representatives of the Gentiles at large.

Ye slow-revolving seasons ! we would see (A fight to which our eyes are strangers yet) A world that does not dread and hate his laws, And suffer for its crime; would learn how fair The creature is that God pronounces good, How pleasant in itself what pleases him. Here ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting; Worms wind themselves into our sweetest Aow'rs; And ev’n the joy that haply some poor heart Derives from heav'n, pure as the fountain is, Is fullied in the stream, taking a taint From touch of human lips, at best impure. Oh for a world in principle as chaste As this is gross and selfish! over which Custom and prejudice shall bear no sway, That govern all things here, should'ring aside The meek and modest truth, and forcing her To seek a refuge from the tongue of strife In nooks obscure, far from the ways of men :Where violence shall never lift the sword, Nor cunning justify the proud man's wrong, Leaving the poor no remedy but tears :Where he that fills an office shall esteem Th' occafion it presents of doing good More than the perquisite :-where law shall speak Seldom, and never but as wisdom prompts

And equity; not jealous more to guard
A worthless form, than to decide aright:-
Where fashion shall not sanctify abuse,
Nor smooth good-breeding (supplemental grace)
With lean performance ape the work of love!.

Come then, and, added to thy many crowns,
Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth,
Thou who alone art worthy! It was thine
By ancient covenant, ere nature's birth;
And thou hast made it thine by purchase fince,
And overpaid its value with thy blood.
Thy saints proclaim thee king, and in their hearts
Thy title is engraven with a pen.
Dipt in the fountain of eternal love,
Thy saints proclaim thee king, and thy delay
Gives courage to their foes, who, could they fee
The dawn of thy last advent, long-desir'd,
Would creep into the bowels of the hills,
And flee for safety to the falling rocks.
The

very spirit of the world is tir’d
Of its own taunting question, ask'd so long,
“ Where is the promise of your Lord's approach ?"
The infidel has shot his bolts away,
Till his exhausted quiver yielding none,
He gleans the blunted Shafts that have recoil'd,

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VOL. II.

And aims them at the shield of truth again.
The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands,
That hides divinity from mortal eyes;
And all the mysteries to faith propos'd,
Insulted and traduc'd, are cast aside,
As useless, to the moles and to the bats.
They now are deem'd the faithful, and are praisid,
Who, constant only in rejecting thee,
Deny thy Godhead with a martyr's zeal,
And quit their office for their error's sake,
Blind, and in love with darkness ! yet ev’n these
Worthy, compar'd with fycophants, who knee
Thy name adoring, and then preach thee man!
So fares thy church. But how thy church may fare
The world takes little thought. Who will may preach,
And what they will. All pastors are alike
To wand'ring theep, resolv'd to follow none.
Two gods divide them all - Pleasure and Gain :
For these they live, they sacrifice to these, ;
And in their service wage perpetual war
With conscience and with thee. . Lust in their hearts,
And mischief in their hands, they roam the earth
To prey upon each other : stubborn, fierce,
High-minded, foaming out their own disgrace,
Thy prophets speak of such; and, noting down
The features of the last degen'rate times,

Exhibit ev'ry lineament of these.
Come then, and, added to thy many crowns,
Receive yet one, as radiant as the rest,
Due to thy last and most effectual work,
Thy word fulfill'd, the conquest of a world!

He is the happy man, whose life ev'n now Shows somewhat of that happier life to come; Who, doom'd to an obscure but tranquil state, Is pleas’d with it, and, were he free to choose, Would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fruit Of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith, Prepare for happiness; bespeak him one Content indeed to fojourn while he must Below the skies, but having there his home. The world o'erlooks him in her busy search Of objects, more illustrious in her view; And, occupied as earnestly as she, Though more sublimely, he o’erlooks the world, She scorns his pleasures, for she knows them not; He seeks not her's, for he has prov'd them vain. He cannot skim the ground like summer birds Pursuing gilded flies; and such he deems Her honours, her emoluments, her joys. Therefore in contemplation is his bliss, Whose pow'r is such, that whom she lifts from earth

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