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He speaks, and ftrait immortal joys
If he withdraw a moment's fpace,
When round his courts by day I rove,
Jefus, my God; yet rather come;
'Tis best to see my Lord at home,
The ABSENCE of CHRIST.
OME, lead me to fome lofty fhade
Where turtles moan their loves;
Tall fhadows were for lovers made;
And grief becomes the groves.
'Tis no mean beauty of the ground
Jefus, the fpring of all that's bright,
Heaven's ornament, and heaven's delight,
But, ah! how far above this grave
Penfive I climb the facred hills,
And near him vent my woes;
I murmur to the hollow vale,
My paffion breathes perpetual fighs,
And gently wound his ear.
Defiring his Defcent to EARTH.
ESUS, I love. Come, dearest name,
O! if my Lord would leave the skies,
In vain the tempter's flattering tongue,
Then (mighty God) I'd fing and fay,
I would not ask to climb the sky
Afcending to him in HEAVEN.
"TIS pure delight, without alloy,
My fpirit leaps with inward joy,
My paffions hold a pleafing reign,
This is the grace muft live and fing,
Let life immortal feize my clay;
Swift I afcend the heavenly place,
I leap to meet thy kind embrace,
Sink down, ye feparating hills,
Let guilt and death remove :
'Tis love that drives my chariot-wheels,
And death muft yield to love.
The Prefence of GOD worth dying for: Or, the Death of MOSES.
LORD, 'tis an infinite delight
To fee thy holy face,
To dwell whole ages in thy fight,
This Gabriel knows; and fings thy name
With rapture on his tongue;
Mofes the faint enjoys the fame,
While the bright nation founds thy praise
From each eternal hill,
Sweet odours of exhaling grace
The happy region fill.
Thy love, a fea without a fhore,
To fee a smiling God!
Shew me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And ftretch my airy wings.
Sweet was the journey to the sky,
The wondrous prophet try'd;
"Climb up the mount," fays God," and die;" The prophet climb'd and dy'd.