There the dear Man my Saviour fits, The God, how bright he fhines ! Seraphs with elevated ftrains Circle the throne around, And move and charm the starry plains Jefus the Lord their harps employs, Jefus the name of both our joys Sounds fweet from every ftring. Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds The godhead of the Son. How on the Father's breast he lay, The darling of his foul, Infinite years before the day Or heavens began to roll. And now they fink the lofty tone, O facred beauties of the Man! His flesh all pure, without a flain, Then, Then, how he look'd, and how he fmil'd, At his command the blind awake, Thus while with unambitious ftrife In the full choir a broken ftring Seraph and faint, with drooping wings, While Jefus fleeps in death. Then all at once to living strains. They fummon every chord, Break up the tomb, and burft his chains, And fhew their rifing Lord. Around Around the flaming army throngs With loud Hofannas on their tongues, In awful state the conquering God Now let me rife, and join their fong, My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, I would begin the mufic here, And fo my foul should rife: Oh! for fome heavenly notes to bear There, ye that love my Saviour, fit, I am confin'd to earth no more, Fire, Air, Earth, and Sea, praise ye the LORD. EARTH, thou great footstool of our God Who reigns on high; thou fruitful source Of all our raiment, life and food; Our houfe, our parent, and our nurse; Dreft with ftrong and gay machines, While thy unweildy weight refts on the feeble air, Fire, thou fwift herald of his face, Whofe glorious rage, at his command, Levels a palace with the fand, Blending the lofty fpires in ruin with the base: Artillery of a jealous God, Bright arrows that his founding quivers bear Lightnings, adore the fovereign arm that flings Thou vital element, the Air, Whofe boundless magazines of breath Our fainting flame of life repair, And fave the bubble Man from the cold arms of death: 7 And And ye, whofe vital moisture yields Life's purple stream a fresh supply; Sweet Waters, wandering through the flowery fields, Or dropping from the sky; Confefs the Power whofe all-fufficient name Nor needs your aid to build, or to fupport our frame. Now the rude air, with noify force, They join to make our lives a prey, Vain hopes, to reach their kindred on the fhores! Gape hideous in a thousand graves : Be ftill, ye floods, and know your bounds of sand, The winds are in his fift, the waves at his command. From the eternal emptiness His fruitful word by fecret fprings Old Nothing knew his powerful hand, Fire, Air, and Earth, and Sea, heard the creating call, The orders they receiv'd the great creation-day. THE |