Lo, from afar the promis'd day Send down a chariot from above, To fing and love as angels do. LOOKING UPWARD. THE HE heavens invite mine eye, Beyond those crystal vaults, Vain world, farewell to you; I bid my friends a short adieu, H 2 I feel 388264A 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. E dies! the heavenly lover dies! НЕ The tidings ftrike a doleful found Come, faints, and drop a tear or two, The rifing God forfakes the tomb, Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell Say, live for ever, wondrous King! THE GOD OF THUNDER. THE immenfe, th' amazing height, He speaks; and lo, all nature shakes, He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, Well, let the nations start and fly Let noife and flame confound the skies, Celestial King, thy blazing power Thus fhall the God our Saviour come, THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. W An ODE. Attempted in English Sapphick. HEN the fierce North wind with his airy forces And the red lightning, with a ftorm of hail comes Rufhing amain down. How the failors ftand amaz'd and tremble! While the hoarfe thunder, like a bloody trumpet, Quick to devour them. Such fhall the noife be, and the wild diforder, (If things eternal may be like thefe earthly) Such the dire terror when the great Archangel Shakes the creation; Tears the ftrong pillars of the vault of heaven, Flames all around them. Hark, the thrill outcries of the guilty wretches! Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish, Stare through their eye-lids, while the living worm lies Gnawing within them. Thoughts, Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-ftrings, Rolling afore him. Hopeless immortals! how they fcream and shiver Down to the centre. Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid Doleful ideas!) come, arife to Jefus, Thron'd, yet adoring! O may I fit there when he comes triumphant, Shout the Redeemer. The SONG of ANGELS above. EARTH has detain'd me prisoner long, And I'm grown weary now: My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, Tir'd in my thoughts, I ftretch me down, Upward (my Father) to thy throne, |