Our airy feet with unknown flight Swift as the motions of defire, Run up the hills of heavenly light, I Bewailing my own Inconftancy. LOVE the Lord; but ah! how far If my foul burn to fee my God, Would I enjoy my Lord alone, All but my love; and charge my will But cares, or trifles, make, or find, Oft I am told the Mufe will prove A friend to piety and love; Strait I begin some sacred song, And take my Saviour on my tongue. 1 Strangely Strangely I lofe his lovely face, Falfe confident! and falfer breaft! Here finds admittance through my eyes. This foolish heart can leave her God, Look gently down, Almighty Grace, Say, when shall the bright moment be My heart no foreign Lords adore, FOR FORSAKEN, yet HOPING. HAPPY the hours, the golden days, When I could call my Jefus mine, And fit and view his fmiling face, Near to my heart, within my arms And now He's gone, (O mighty woe!) Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue : If you have e'er a mourning ftring. But, ah! your joys are ever high, Yet let my hope look through my tears, Swift Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills, My foul fprings out to meet him high, There fmiling joy for ever reigns, THE CONCLUSION. GOD exalted above all Praife. ETERNAL Power! whofe high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite length beyond the bounds The loweft ftep above thy feat Rifes too high for Gabriel's feet, In vain the tall Arch-angel tries To reach thine height with wondering eyes. Lord, what fhall earth and ashes do! Earth Earth from afar has heard the fame, And worms have learnt to lifp thy name; Leave all our foaring thoughts behind. "Tibi filet Laus, O Deus," Pfal. Ixv. t. The END of the FIRST BOOK. HORÆ M 2 |