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His Maker kifs'd his foul away,
And laid his flesh to reft.
In God's own arms he left the breath
Long for his Return.
'TWAS a mournful parting day!
(How tedious, Lord, is thy delay!
Farewell! at once he left the ground,
Round the creation wild I rove,
And fearch the globe in vain;
There's nothing here that's worth my love
Till thou return again.
My paffions fly to feek their King,
And fend their groans abroad,
They beat the air with heavy wing,
And mourn an abfent God;
With inward pain my heart-strings found
Dear Sovereign, whirl the feasons round,
HOPE IN DARKNESS.
ET, gracious God,
Yet will I feek thy fmiling face;
What though a fhort eclipfe his beauties fhrowd
'Tis but a morning vapour, or a fummer cloud :
I dwell for ever on his heart,
For ever he on mine.
Early before the light arise
I'll fpring a thought away to God;
Dear Sovereign, hear thy fervant pray,
Or fhall I breathe in vain and pant my hours away? Break, glorious Brightness, through the gloomy veil, Look how the armies of despair
Aloft their footy banners rear
Round my poor captive foul, and dare
Pronounce me prifoner of hell.
But Thou, my Sun, and Thou my Shield,
Wilt fave me in the bloody field;
Break, glorious Brightness, fhoot one glimmering ray,
One glance of thine creates a day,
And drives the troops of hell away.
Happy the times, but ah! the times are gone
When wondrous power and radiant grace
Round the tall arches of the temple shone,
Fled to the deeps of death again,
And loud Hofannas founded the Redeemer's praise.
(And point the place whereon I ftood) Here I enjoy'd a visit half the day
From my defcending God:
I was regal'd with heavenly fare,
The conqueror spread
The banner of his love.
Then why my heart funk down fo low?
Why do my eyes diffolve and flow,
And hopeless nature mourn?
Through the difpleafure of his face,
A Father's love may raife a frown
The hour of darkness is but short,
Come, LORD JESUS.
HEN fhall thy lovely face be seen?
What lengths of distance lie between,
Our months are ages of delay,
Fly, winged time, and roll away
Ye heavenly gates, loofe all your chains,
Bleft Saviour, cleave the ftarry plains,
Hark, how thy faints unite their cries,
Put thy bright robes of triumph on,
Our heart-ftrings groan with deep complaint,
Our fpirits shake their eager wings,
To join the trumpet's thundering found!
Ye flumbering faints, a heavenly hoft
Jefus, the God of might and love,