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Softly his fainting head he lay

Upon his Maker's breast,
His Maker kifs'd his foul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.

In God's own arms he left the breath
That God's own spirit gave;
His was the nobleft road to death,
And his the sweetest grave.

Long for his Return.

'TWAS a mournful parting day!
Farewell, my Spouse, he said;

(How tedious, Lord, is thy delay!
How long my Love hath staid!)

Farewell! at once he left the ground,
And climb'd his Father's fky;
Lord, I would tempt thy chariot down,
Or leap to thee on high.

Round the creation wild I rove,

And fearch the globe in vain;

There's nothing here that's worth my love

Till thou return again.

My paffions fly to feek their King,

And fend their groans abroad,

They beat the air with heavy wing,

And mourn an abfent God;

With inward pain my heart-ftrings found,

My foul diffolves away :

Dear Sovereign, whirl the feasons round,

And bring the promis'd day.


ET, gracious God,


Yet will I feek thy fmiling face;

What though a fhort eclipfe his beauties fhrowd

And bar the influence of his rays,

'Tis but a morning vapour, or a fummer cloud : He is my fun though he refufe to shine,

Though for a moment he depart

I dwell for ever on his heart,

For ever he on mine.
Early before the light arise

I'll spring a thought away to God;
The paffion of my heart and eyes
Shall fhout a thousand groans and fighs,
A thousand glances ftrike the skies,
The floor of his abode.

Dear Sovereign, hear thy fervant pray,
Bend the blue heavens, Eternal King,
Downward thy chearful graces bring;

Or fhall I breathe in vain and pant my hours away ? Break, glorious Brightness, through the gloomy veil, Look how the armies of despair

Aloft their footy banners rear

Round my poor captive foul, and dare

Pronounce me prifoner of hell.


But Thou, my Sun, and Thou my Shield,
Wilt fave me in the bloody field;

Break, glorious Brightnefs, fhoot one glimmering ray,

One glance of thine creates a day,
And drives the troops of hell away.

Happy the times, but ah! the times are gone

When wondrous power and radiant grace
Round the tall arches of the temple shone,
And mingled their victorious rays:
Sin, with all its ghastly, train,

Fled to the deeps of death again,
And fmiling triumph fat on every face:
Our spirits raptur'd with the sight
Where all devotion, all delight,

And loud Hofannas founded the Redeemer's praise. Here could I fay,

(And point the place whereon I stood) Here I enjoy'd a visit half the day

From my defcending God:

I was regal'd with heavenly fare,
With fruit and manna from above;
Divinely sweet the bleffings were
While mine Emanuel was there:
And o'er my head

The conqueror spread

The banner of his love.

Then why my heart funk down fo low?

Why do my eyes diffolve and flow,


And hopeless nature mourn?

Review, my foul, thofe pleafing days,

Read his unalterable grace

Through the difpleafure of his face,

And wait a kind return.

A Father's love may raise a frown
To chide the child, or prove the Son,
But love will ne'er destroy;

The hour of darkness is but short,
Faith be thy life, and patience thy support,
The morning brings the joy.



HEN fhall thy lovely face be feen?
When fhall our eyes behold our God?

What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt? a heavy load!
Our months are ages of delay,
And flowly every minute wears:
Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of fluggish years.

Ye heavenly gates, loofe all your chains,
Let the eternal pillars bow;

Bleft Saviour, cleave the ftarry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow.

Hark, how thy faints unite their cries,
And pray and wait the general doom;
Come, Thou, The Soul of all our Joys,
Thou, The Defire of Nations, come.


Put thy bright robes of triumph on,
And blefs our eyes, and bless our ears,
Thou abfent Love, thou dear Unknown,
Thou Fairest of ten thousand Fairs.

Our heart-ftrings groan with deep complaint,
Our flesh lies panting, Lord, for thee,
And every limb, and every joint,
Stretches for immortality.

Our fpirits shake their eager wings,
And burn to meet thy flying throne;
We rife away from mortal things
T'attend thy shining chariot down,
Now let our chearful eyes furvey
The blazing earth and melting hills,
And smile to fee the lightnings play,
And flash along before thy wheels.

O for a fhout of violent joys

To join the trumpet's thundering found!
The angel herald shakes the skies,
Awakes the graves, and tears the ground.

Ye flumbering faints, a heavenly hoft
Stands waiting at your gaping tombs
Let every facred fleeping duft
Leap into life, for Jefus comes.

Jefus, the God of might and love,

New-moulds our limbs of cumberous clay

Quick as feraphic-flames we move,

Active and young, and fair as they.


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