Then fhall my feet no more depart,
Nor wandering fenfes rove;
Devotion fhall be all my heart,
And all my paffions love.
Than not the fun fhall more than I
His Maker's law perform,
Nor travel swifter through the sky,
Nor with a zeal fo warm.
GOD Supreme and Self-fufficient.
WHAT is our God, or what his name,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach :
He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach.
The fpacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compar'd with him, how fhort they fall?
They are too dark, and He too bright.
Nothing are they, and God is All.
He spoke the wondrous word, and lo
Creation rofe at his command:
Whirlwinds and feas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand.
There refts the earth, there roll the fpheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop:
But his own Self-fufficience bears
The weight of his own glories up.
The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon :
No ebb his fea of glory knows,
His age is one eternal noon.
Then fly, my fong, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Michael raise;
All nature dwell upon the found,
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.
JESUS the only SAVIOUR.
ADAM, our father and our head,
Tranfgreft; and justice doom'd us dead:
The fiery law fpeaks all defpair,
There's no reprieve, nor pardon there.
Call a bright council in the skies ;
"Seraphs the mighty and the wife,
"Say, what expedient can you give ?
"That fin be damn'd, and finners live?
"Speak, are you ftrong to bear the load,
"The weighty vengeance of a God?
"Which of you loves our wretched race,
" Or dares to venture in our place ?"
In vain we afk: for all around
Stands filence through the heavenly ground: 'There's not a glorious mind above
Has half the ftrength, or half the love.
But, O unutterable grace!
Th' Eternal Son takes Adam's place:
Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Stretches his naked arms, and dies.
Juftice was pleas'd to bruise the God,
And pay its wrongs with heavenly blood;
What unknown racks and pangs he bore!
'Then rofe: The law could aík no more.
Amazing work! look down, ye skies,
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes;
Ye heavenly thrones, ftoop from above,
And bow to this mysterious love.
See, how they bend! See, how they look!
Long they had read th' eternal book,
And ftudied dark decrees in vain,
The crofs and Calvary makes them plain.
Now they are ftruck with deep amaze,
Each with his wings conceals his face :
Now clap their founding plumes, and cry,
"The wisdom of a Deity !"
Low they adore th' Incarnate Son,
And fing the glories he hath won;
Sing how he broke our iron chains,
How deep he funk, how high he reigns.
Triumph and reign, victorious Lord,
By all thy flaming hosts ador'd:
And fay, dear Conqueror, fay, how long,
Ere we fhall rife to join their fong.
Lo, from afar the promis'd day
Shines with a well-diftinguish'd ray;
But my wing'd paffion hardly bears
Thefe lengths of flow delaying years.
Send down a chariot from above,
With fiery wheels, and pav'd with love;
Raife me beyond th' ethereal blue,
To fing and love as angels do.
HE heavens invite mine eye,
The ftars falute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
Thus groveling on the ground.
My warmer fpirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raife me fwift and high.
Beyond thofe cryftal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They're but the porches to thy courts,
And paintings on thy walls.
Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air:
I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.
I feel my powers releas'd
From their old fleshy clod;
Fair guardian, bear me up in haste,
And fet me near my God.
CHRIST Dying, Rifing, and Reigning.
HE dies! the heavenly lover dies!
The tidings ftrike a doleful found
On my poor heart-ftrings: deep he lies
In the cold caverns of the ground.
Come, faints, and drop a tear or two,
On the dear bofom of your God,
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo, what fudden joys I fee!
Jefus the dead revives again.
The rifing God forfakes the tomb,
Up to his father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him hoine,
And fhout him welcome to the skies.
Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our Great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.
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