VI.

Thus muft we leave the Banks of Life,
And try this doubtful Sea;

Vain are our Groans, and dying Strife,
To gain a Moment's Stay.

VII.

There we fhall fwim in heav'nly Blifs,
Or fink in flaming Waves,

While the pale Carcass thoughtless lies,
Amongst the filent Graves.

VIII.

Some hearty Friend fhall drop his Tear

On our dry Bones, and fay,

"Thefe once were ftrong, as mine appear, “And mine must be as they."

IX.

Thus fhall our mould'ting Members teach

What now our Senfes learn: For Duft and Ashes loudest preach Man's infinite Concern.

Ο

A Sight of Heaven in Sickness.

I.

FT have I fat in fecret Sighs,
To feel my Flesh decay,

Then groan'd aloud with frighed Eyes,
To view the tott'ring Clay.

II. But

II.

But I forbid my Sorrows now,
Nor dares the Flesh complain;
Diseases bring their Profit too;
The Joy o'ercomes the Pain.

III.

My chearful Soul now all the Day

Sits waiting here and fings; Look thro' the Ruins of her Clay, And practises her Wings.

IV.

Faith almost changes into Sight,
While from afar she spies,
Her fair Inheritance, in Light
Above created Skies.

V.

Had but the Prison Walls been strong,

And firm without a Flaw,

In darkness fhe had dwelt too long,
And lefs of Glory faw.

VI.

But now the everlasting Hills

Thro' every Chink appear,

And fomething of the Joy fhe feels

While fhe's a Pris'ner here.

VII.

The shines of Heaven rufh fweetly in

At all the gaping Flaws;

Vifions of endless Blifs are feen

And native Air fhe draws.

VIII. O

.VIII.

O may these Walls ftand tott'ring ftill,

The Breaches never close,

If I must here in Darkness dwell,

And all this Glory lose !

RAISE ye the LORD with joyful Tongue

Ye Pow'rs that guard his Throne ; JESUS the MAN fhall lead the Song, The GOD inspire the Tune.

II.

Gabriel, and all th' immortal Choir
That fill the Realms above,

Sing; for he form'd you of his Fire,

And feeds

you

with his Love.

D

IIL

Shine to his Praife, ye Chryftal Skies,
The Floor of his Abode,

Or veil your little twinkling Eyes
Before a brighter GOD..

IV.

Thou reftless Globe of Golden Light,
Whofe Beams create our Days,
Join with the Silver Queen of Night,
To own your borrow'd Rays.

V.

Blush and refund the Honours paid
To your inferior Names:

Tell the blind World, your Orbs are fed
By his o'erflowing Flames.

VI.

Winds, ye fhall bear his Name aloud

Thro' the Ethereal Blue,

For when his Chariot is a Cloud,

He makes his Wheels of you.

VII.

Thunder and Hail, and Fires and Storm
The Troops of his Command,
Appear in all your dreadful Forms,
And speak his awful Hand,

Shout to the LORD, ye furging Seas,

In your eternal Roar;"

Let Wave to Wave refound his Praife
And Shore reply to Shore:

IX.

While Monsters sporting on the Flood,

In fcaly Silver fhine,

Speak terribly their Maker-GOD,

And lash the foaming Brine.

X.

But gentler Things fhall tune his Name

To fofter Notes than these,

Young Zephyrs breathing o'er the Stream;
Or whispering thro' the Trees.

XI.

Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pines,
To him that bid you grow,
Sweet Clufters, bend the fruitful Vines
On every thankful Bough.

XII.

Let the fhrill Birds his Honour raise,
And climb the Morning-Sky:

While groveling Beafts attempt his Praise
In hoarfer Harmony.

XIII.

Thus while the meaner Creatures fing,
Ye Mortals, take the Sound,

Echo the Glories of your King
Thro' all the Nations round.

XIV.

Th' Eternal Name must fly abroad

From Britain to Japan;

And the whole Race fhall bow to God

That owns the Name of Man.