Around the flaming army throngs
To guard him to the skies,

With loud Hofannas on their tongues,
And triumph in their eyes.

In awful state the conquering God
Afcends his fhining throne,
While tuneful angels found abroad
The victories he has won.

Now let me rife, and join their fong,
And be an angel too;

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

I would begin the mufic here,

And fo my foul should rife:

Oh! for fome heavenly notes to bear
My fpirit to the skies!

There, ye that love my Saviour, fit,
There I would fain have place,
Amongst your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might fee his face.

I am confin'd to earth no more,
But mount in hafte above,
To blefs the God that I adore,
And fing the Man I love.

Fire, Air, Earth, and Sea, praife ye the LORD.

EARTH, thou great footstool of our God

Who reigns on high; thou fruitful fource

Of all our raiment, life and food

Our house, our parent, and our nurse;
Mighty stage of mortal scenes,

Dreft with strong and gay machines,
Hung with golden lamps around
(And flowery carpets fpread the ground);
Thou bulky globe, prodigious mafs,
That hangs unpillar'd in an empty space!

While thy unweildy weight refts on the feeble air,
Blefs that Almighty Word that fix'd and holds thee there.

Fire, thou fwift herald of his face,

Whofe glorious rage, at his command,

Levels a palace with the fand,

Blending the lofty fpires in ruin with the base:
Ye heavenly flames, that finge the air,

Artillery of a jealous God,

Bright arrows that his founding quivers bear
To fcatter deaths abroad;

Lightnings, adore the fovereign arm that flings

His

vengeance, and your fires, upon the heads of kings.

Thou vital element, the Air,

Whose boundless magazines of breath

Our fainting flame of life repair,

And fave the bubble Man from the cold arms of death:

And ye, whofe vital moisture yields

Life's purple stream a fresh supply;

Sweet Waters, wandering through the flowery fields, Or dropping from the sky;

Confefs the Power whofe all-fufficient name

Nor needs

your aid to build, or to fupport our frame.

Now the rude air, with noify force,
Beats up and fwells the angry fea,
They join to make our lives a prey,
And sweep the failors hopes away,

Vain hopes, to reach their kindred on the shores!
Lo, the wild feas and furging waves

Gape hideous in a thousand graves :

Be ftill, ye floods, and know your bounds of fand,
Ye ftorms, adore your Master's hand :

The winds are in his fift, the waves at his command.

From the eternal emptiness

His fruitful word by fecret fprings
Drew the whole harmony of things
That form this noble universe :

Old Nothing knew his powerful hand,
Scarce had he fpoke his full command,

Fire, Air, and Earth, and Sea, heard the creating call,
And leap'd from empty nothing to this beauteous all;
And ftill they dance, and ftill obey

The orders they receiv'd the great creation-day.

THE

THE FAREWELL.

EAD be my heart to all below,

DE

To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To fenfual blifs that charms us fo
Be dark, my eyes, and deaf, my ears.
Here I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that finners prize :
Their paradife fhall never waste
One thought of mine, but to defpife.
All earthly joys are over-weigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care;
And where's the fweet that is not laid
A bait to fome destructive snare ?
Be gone for ever, mortal things!
Thou mighty mole-hill earth, farewell!
Angels afpire on lofty wings,

And leave the globe for ants to dwell.
Come, heaven, and fill my vaft defires,
My foul purfues the fovereign good:
She was all made of heavenly fires,
Nor can fhe live on meaner food.

GOD only known to Himself.

STAND, and adore! how glorious He
That dwells in bright eternity!

We gaze, and we confound our fight
Plung'd in th' abyfs of dazzling light.

Thou

Thou facred One, Almighty Three,
Great Everlasting Mystery,

What lofty numbers fhail we frame
Equal to thy tremendous name?
Seraphs, the nearest to the throne,
Begin, and speak the Great Unknown :
Attempt the fong, wind up your strings,
To notes untry'd, and boundless things.
You, whofe capacious powers furvey
Largely beyond our eyes of clay:
Yet what a narrow portion too

Is feen, or known, or thought, by you!
How flat your highest praises fall
Below th' immense Original!

Weak creatures we, that ftrive in vain
To reach an uncreated ftrain !

Great God, forgive our feeble lays,
Sound out thine own eternal praise;
A song so vast, a theme fo high,
Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky.

PARDON and SANCTIFICATION.

Y crimes awake; and hideous fear

MY Distracts my restless mind,

Guilt meets my eyes with horrid glare,
And hell purfues behind.

Almighty