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Now did thine arm, O God of Hofts,
Brigades of angels lin'd the way,
And make his palace like your own.
Then, mighty God, the earth hall know
All Hallelujah, heavenly King;
AR in the heavens my God retires,
My God, the mark of my defires,
When he defcends within my view,
He charms my reason to pursue
But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th' unequal chace.
Or if I reach unusual height
Till near his prefence brought,
There floods of glory check my flight,
Cramp the bold pinions of my wit,
And all untune my thought;
Plung'd in a fea of light I roll,
Where wisdom, juftice, mercy, fhines;
Infinite rays in croffing lines
Beat thick confufion on my fight, and overwhelm my foul,
Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds,
(What fingle ftrength, in vain defigns,
United force hath done;
Thus worms may join, and grafp the poles,
Thus atoms fill the fea)
But the whole race of creature-fouls
Stretch'd to their laft extent of thought, plunge and are
loft in thee.
Great God, behold my reason lies
Faith fhall direct her humble flight,
Through all the tracklefs feas of light,
To Thee, th' Eternal Fair, the Infinite Unknown.
DEATH AND ETERNITY.
Y thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Where nature in all ruin lies,
The tyrant, how he triumphs here!
These skulls, what ghaftly figures now!
How loathfome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew
So beauteous and fo wife.
But where the fouls, thofe deathlefs things,
My thoughts, now ftretch out all your wings,
O that unfathomable fea !
Thofe deeps without a shore !
Where living waters gently play,
Thus muft we leave the banks of life,
Vain are our groans, and dying ftrife,
There we fhall fwim in heavenly blifs,
Some hearty friend shall drop his tear
On our dry bones, and say,
"These once were ftrong, as mine appear,
Thus fhall our mouldering members teach
For duft and ashes loudest preach
Man's infinite concern.
A SIGHT of HEAVEN in SICKNESS.
FT have I fat in fecret fighs,
To feel my flesh decay,
Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,
But I forbid my forrows now,
Faith almost changes into fight,
Her fair inheritance, in light
Above created skies.
Had but the prison walls been strong,
In darkness fhe had dwelt too long,
But now the everlasting hills
And fomething of the joy the feels
The fhines of heaven rush sweetly in
At all the gaping flaws :
Visions of endless bliss are seen;
And native air fhe draws.
these walls ftand tottering still,
The breaches never close,
If I muft here in darkness dwell,
Or rather let this flesh decay,
Till glad to fee th' enlarged way,
THE UNIVERSAL HALLELUJAH.
Pfalm cxlviii. Paraphras'd.
PRAISE ye the Lord with joyful tongue,
Jefus the Man fhall lead the song,
Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir
Shine to his praife, ye crystal skies,
Or veil your little twinkling eyes