He speaks, and strait immortal joys If he withdraw a moment's fpace, When round his courts by day I rove, Jefus, my God; yet rather come; The ABSENCE of CHRIST. OME, lead me to fome lofty fhade COME, Where turtles moan their loves; Tall fhadows were for lovers made; And grief becomes the groves. 'Tis no mean beauty of the ground Jefus, the fpring of all that's bright, The Everlasting Fair, Heaven's ornament, and heaven's delight, But, ah! how far above this grave Penfive I climb the facred hills, And near him vent my woes; I murmur to the hollow vale, My paffion breathes perpetual fighs, And gently wound his ear. Defiring Defiring his Defcent to EARTH. JESUS, I love. Come, dearest name, I Come and poffefs this heart of mine; O! if my Lord would leave the skies, In vain the tempter's flattering tongue, Then (mighty God). I'd fing and fay, "What empty names are crowns and kings! I would not ask to climb the fky Afcending Afcending to him in HEAVEN. "TIS pure delight, without alloy, My fpirit leaps with inward joy, My paffions hold a pleafing reign, This is the grace must live and fing, Let life immortal feize my clay; Swift I afcend the heavenly place, I leap to meet thy kind embrace, Sink down, ye feparating hills, 'Tis love that drives And death muft yield to love. The Prefence of GOD worth dying for: Or, the Death of MOSES. LORD, 'tis an infinite delight To fee thy holy face, To dwell whole ages in thy fight, This Gabriel knows; and fings thy name With rapture on his tongue; Mofes the faint enjoys the fame, And heaven repeats the fong. While the bright nation founds thy praise From each eternal hill, Sweet odours of exhaling grace The happy region fill. Thy love, a fea without a fhore, Shew me thy face, and I'll away From all inferior things; Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, And stretch my airy wings. Sweet was the journey to the sky, The wondrous prophet try'd; "Climb up the mount," fays God, "and die;" The prophet climb'd and dy’d. Softly |