Chain'd to his throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men, His providence unfolds the book, Here he exalts neglected worms Not Gabriel afks the reason why, My God, I never long'd to fee In thy fair book of life and grace SELF SELF-CONSECRATION. IT grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore, That I have liv'd to thee no more, My inward power shall burn and flame I would not speak, but for my God, nor move, but to his praise. What are my eyes but aids to fee The glories of the Deity Infcrib'd with beams of light On flowers and ftars? Lord, I behold The shining azure, green and gold; But when I try to read thy name, a dimness veils my fight. Mine ears are rais'd when Virgil fings And drink the mufic in : Why should the trumpet's brazen voice, Or oaten reed, awake my joys, And yet my heart fo ftupid lie when facred hymns begin? Change me, O God; my flefh fhall be An inftrument of fong to thee, And thou the notes inspire: My tongue fhall keep the heavenly chime, And sweet variety of found fhall in thy praise conspire. E The The dearest nerve about my heart, A bloody victim to my Lord, And live without that impious ftring, or fhew in death. THE CREATOR AND CREATURES. OD is a name my foul adores, Go Th' Almighty Three, th' Eternal One; From thy Great Self thy being fprings; Made up of uncreated things, And Self-fufficience bears them all. Thy Voice produc'd the feas and fpheres, appears, Through all these spacious works of thine. Still reftlefs Nature dies and grows; And all thy vaft defigns are one: 2 A glance A glance of thine runs through the globes, Thrones and dominions round thee fall, How fhall affrighted mortals dare Who can behold the blazing light ? THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST. SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes, "News from the region of the skies, "Jefus, the God whom Angels fear, "Comes down to dwell with you; "But not as monarchs do. "No "No gold, nor purple fwaddling-bands, "Nor royal fhining things; "A manger for his cradle stands, "And holds the King of kings. "Go, Shepherds, where the Infant lies, Thus Gabriel fang, and ftrait around "Glory to God that reigns above, "Let peace furround the earth; Lord! and fhall angels have their fongs, Glory to God that reigns above, That pitied us forlorn, We join to fing our Maker's love, For there's a Saviour born. GOD |