V.

From the eternal emptiness

His fruitful word by secret springs
Drew the whole harmony of things
That forms this noble universe:
Old nothing knew his pow'rful hand,
Scarce had he spoke his full command,

Fire, Air, and Earth, and Sea heard the creating call, And leap'd from empty nothing to this bounteous All; And still they dance and still obey

The orders they receiv'd the great creation-day.

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The Farewel.

I.

EAD be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares.
To sensual bliss that charms us so
Be dark my eyes, and deaf, my ears.

II.

Here I renounce my carnal taste,
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize:
Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.

III.

All earthly joys are over-weigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care;
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?

IV.

Be gone forever, Mortal Things,
Thou mighty mole-hill, Earth, farewel!
Angels aspire on lofty wings,

And leave the globe for ants to dwell

V.

Come Heaven, and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sov'reign good:
She was all made of heav'nly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.

GOD only known to himself.

STAND

I.

TAND and adore! how glorious He
That dwells in bright eternity!
We gaze, and we confound our sight,
Plung'd in th' abyss of dazzling light,

II.

Thou sacred One, Almighty Three,
Great Everlasting Mystery,

What lofty numbers shall we frame
Equal to thy tremendous name?

III.

Seraphs, the nearest to the throne,
Begin, and speak the great unknown:
Attempt the song, wind up your strings,
To notes untry'd and boundless things.

IV.

You, whose capacious pow'rs survey
Largely beyond our eyes of clay:
Yet what a narrow portion too

Is seen, or known, or thought by you?

V.

How flat your highest praises fall
Below th' immense Original!

Weak creatures we, that strive in vain
To reach an uncreated strain.

VI.

Great God, forgive our feeble lays,
Sound out thine own eternal praise;
A song so vast, a theme so high,
Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky.

MY

Pardon and Sanctification.

I.

Y crimes awake; and hideous, fear
Distracts my restless mind;

Guilt meets my eyes with horrid glare,
And hell pursues behind.

II.

Almighty vengeance frowns on high,
And flames array the throne;

While thunder murmurs round the sky,
Impatient to be gone.

III.

Where shall I hide this noxious head;

Can rocks or mountains save?

Or shall I wrap me in the shade
Of midnight and the grave?

IV.

Is there no shelter from the eye
Of a revenging God?

JESUS, to thy dear wounds I fly,

Bedew me with thy blood.

V.

Those guardian drops my soul secure,

And wash away my sin:

Eternal justice frowns no more,

And conscience smiles within.

VI.

I bless that wond'rous purple stream
That whitens every stain;
Yet is my soul, but half redeem'd,
If Sin the tyrant reign.

Lord, blast his empire with thy breath, That cursed throne must fall;

Ye flatt'ring plagues that work my death, Fly, for I hate you all.

HE Lord! how fearful is his name!

ΤΗ

THow wide is his command ?

Nature with all her moving frame,
Rests on his nighty hand.

II.

Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;

Whilst with a smile or with a frown
He manages the globe.

HI.

A word of his almighty breath

Can swell or sink the seas:
Build the vast empires of the earth,

Or break them as he please.

IV.

Adoring angels round him fall

In all their shining forms,

His sov'reign eye looks thro' them all,
And pities mortal worms,

V.

His bowels, to our worthless race,
In sweet compassion move;

He cloaths his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.

VI.

Now, let the Lord forever reign,
And sway us as he will;

Sick, or in health, in ease or pain,
We are his fav'rites still.

VII.

No more shall peevish passions rise,
The tongue no more complain:
'Tis sov'reign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.

66

The LAW and GOSPEL.

I.

URST be the man, forever curst,

66

"Death and damnation for the first, 66 Without relief and infinite."

II.

Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth
Thunder, and fire, and veng'ance flings;
But Jesus thy dear gasping breath,
And Calvary say gentler things.

III.

"Pardon and grace, and boundless love, Streaming along a Saviour's blood, « And life, and joys, and crowns above, Dear purchas'd by a bleeding God."