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Our airy feet with unknown flight
Swift as the motions of defire,
Run up the hills of heavenly light,
Bewailing my own Inconftancy.
I LOVE the Lord; but ah! how far
If my foul burn to fee my God,
Would I enjoy my Lord alone,
But cares, or trifles, make, or find,
Oft I am told the Mufe will prove
And take my Saviour on my tongue.
Strangely I lofe his lovely face,
Falfe confident! and falfer breast!
Here finds admittance through my eyes.
This foolish heart can leave her God,
Look gently down, Almighty Grace,
Say, when shall the bright moment be
My heart no foreign Lords adore,
And the wild Mufe prove falfe no more?
FORSAKEN, yet HOPING.
HAPPY the hours, the golden days,
When I could call my Jefus mine,
And fit and view his fmiling face,
Near to my heart, within my arms
And now He's gone, (O mighty woe !)
Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue :
If you have e'er a mourning ftring.
But, ah! your joys are ever high,
While my poor fpirits pant and die,
Yet let my hope look through my tears,
Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills,
My foul fprings out to meet him high,
There fmiling joy for ever reigns,
GOD exalted above all Praise.
ETERNAL Power! whofe high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite length beyond the bounds
The lowest step above thy feat
Rifes too high for Gabriel's feet,
In vain the tall Arch-angel tries
To reach thine height with wondering eyes.
Lord, what fhall earth and ashes do!
From fin and duft to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
Earth from afar has heard the fame,
God is in heaven, and men below;
Be fhort, our tunes; our words be few ;
"Tibi filet Laus, O Deus," Pfal. Ixv. t.
The END of the FIRST BOOK.