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XVII.

Around the flaming Army throngs

To guard him to the 'Skies,

With loud Hofanna's on their Tongues,
And Triumph in their Eyes.

XVIII.

In awful State the conquering GoD
Afcends his fhining Throne,
While tuneful Angels found abroad
The Vict'ries he has won.

XIX.

Now let me rife, and join their Song,
And be an Angel too;

My Heart, my Hand, my Ear, my Tongue,
Here's joyful Work for you.

XX.

I would begin the Mufick here,
And fo my Soul should rise :
Oh for fome heavenly Notes to bear
My Spirit to the Skies!

XXI.

There, ye that love my Saviour, fit,
There, I would fain have place,
Amongst your Thrones, or at your Feet,
So I might fee his Face.

XXII.

I am confin'd to Earth no more,

But mount in hafte above, To blefs the God that I adore, And fing the MAN I love.

Fire,

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Fire, Air, Earth and Sea, praise ye the LORD.

E

I.

ARTH, thou great Footftool of our God
Who reigns on high; thou fruitful Source

Of all our Rayment, Life and Food;
Our House, our Parent, and our Nurfe ;
Mighty Stage of mortal Scenes,
Dreft with ftrong and gay Machines,
Hung with golden Lamps around;
(And flow'ry Carpets spread the Ground)
Thou bulky Globe, prodigious Mass,

That hangs unpillar'd in an empty Space!

While thy unweildly Weight refts on the feeble Air, Blefs that Almighty Word that fix'd and holds thee there

II.

Fire, thou fwift Herald of his Face,

Whofe glorious Rage, at his Command,

Levels a Palace with the Sand,

Blending the lofty Spires in Ruin with the Bafe:
Yet heav'nly Flames, that finge the Air,
Artillery of a jealous GoD,

Bright Arrows that his founding Quivers bear
To fcatter Deaths abroad;

Lightnings, adore the fovereign Arm that flings

His Vengeance, and your Fires, upon the Heads of Kings

III. Thou

III.

Thou vital Element, the Air,

Whose boundless Magazines of Breath

Our fainting Flame of Life repair,

And fave the Bubble Man from the cold Arms of Death:
And ye, whofe vital Moisture yields
Life's purple Stream a fresh Supply;
Sweet Waters, wandring thro' the flow'ry Fields,
Or dropping from the Sky;

Confefs the Pow'r whofe all-fufficient Name

Nor needs your Aid to build, or to fupport our Frame.

IV.

Now the rude Air, with noify Force,

Beats up and fwells the angry Sea,
They join to make our Lives a Prey,

And sweep the Sailors Hopes away,

Vain Hopes, to reach their Kindred on the Shores!
Lo, the wild Seas and furging Waves

Gape hideous in a thousand Graves:

Be ftill, ye Floods, and know your Bounds of Sand,
Ye Storms, adore your Mafter's Hand;

The Winds are in his Fift, the Waves at his Command.
V.

From the Eternal Emptiness

His fruitful Word by fecret Springs
Drew the whole Harmony of Things
That form 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 beauteous 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 fenfual Blifs that charms us fo
Be dark, my Eyes, and deaf, my Ears.

II.

Here I renounce my carnal Taste
Of the fair Fruit that Sinners prize :
Their Paradise fhall never wafte
One Thought of mine, but to defpife.
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 fome destructive Snare ?

IV.

Be gone for ever, Mortal Things!
Thou mighty Mole Hill, Earth, Farewel!
Angets afpire on lofty Wings,

And leave the Globe for Ants to dwell.

v.

Come Heaven and fill my vaft Defires,
My Soul pursues the fovereign Good:
She was all made of heavenly Fires,
Nor can fhe live on meaner Food.

GOD

TAND and adore! how glorious He
That dwells in bright Eternity!

We gaze, and we confound our Sight
Plung'd in th' Abyss of dazling 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 boundlefs Things.
IV.

You, whofe capacious Pow'rs furvey
Largely beyond our Eyes of Clay:
Yet what a narrow Portion too

Is feen, or known, or thought by you?
V.

How flat your highest Praises fall
Below th' immenfe ORIGINAL!
Weak Creatures we, that ftrive in vain
To reach an uncreated Strain !