And thou the notes inspire; My tongue shall keep the heavenly chime, [spire. And sweet variety of sound shall in thy praise con The dearest nerve about my heart, With my melodious breath, A bloody victim to my Lord, [zeal in death. And live without that impious string, or show my THE CREATOR AND CREATURES. GOD is a name my soul adores, The' Almighty Three, the' Eternal One; Nature and grace, with all their pow'rs, Confess the infinite unknown. From thy great Self thy being springs, And self-sufficience bears them all. Thy voice produc'd the seas and spheres, Through all these spacious works of thine. Still restless Nature dies and grows: From change to change the creatures run; Thy being no succession knows, And all thy vast designs are one. A glance of thine runs through the globes, Thy guards are form'd of living flame. Thrones and dominions round thee fall, How shall affrighted mortals dare And see but shadows of thy face? Who can behold the blazing light? THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST. SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes, News from the region of the skies, 'JESUS, the God whom angels fear, 'No gold, nor purple swadling bands, A manger for his cradle, stands, 'Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around 'Glory to God that reigns above, Lord! and shall angels have their songs, O may we lose these useless tongues Glory to God that reigns above, We join to sing our Maker's love, GOD GLORIOUS, AND SINNERS SAVED. FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousand through the skies. Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour Part of thy name divinely stands They show the labour of thine hands, But when we view thy strange design Where vengeance and compassion join Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe : So much of God before. Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess When sinners broke the Father's laws, Oh, the dear mysteries of his cross! Now the full glories of the Lamb Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name, O may I bear some humble part Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, THE PENITENT PARDONED. HENCE from my soul, my sins, depart, Ye gave my dying Lord his wound, Black heavy thoughts, like mountains, roll O'er my poor breast, with boding fears, And crushing hard my tortur'd soul, Wring through my eyes the briny tears. |