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Lo, from afar the promis'd day
Send down a chariot from above,
To fing and love as angels do.
HE heavens invite mine eye,
The stars falute me round;
Father, I blufh, I mourn to lie
Beyond thofe crystal vaults,
Vain world, farewell to you;
I bid my friends a short adieu,
I feel my powers releas'd
From their old fleshy clod;
Fair guardian, bear me up in haste,
And fet me near my God.
CHRIST Dying, Rifing, and Reigning.
HE dies! the heavenly lover dies!
Come, faints, and drop a tear or two,
The rifing God forsakes the tomb,
Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell
Say, live for ever, wondrous King!
THE GOD OF THUNDER.
THE immenfe, th' amazing height,
He speaks; and lo, all nature shakes,
He rends the clouds with hideous cracks,
Well, let the nations start and fly
Let noife and flame confound the skies,
Celestial King, thy blazing power
Thus fhall the God our Saviour come,
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.
Attempted in English Sapphick.
HEN the fierce North wind with his airy forces Rears up the Baltick to a foaming fury ; And the red lightning, with a ftorm of hail comes
Rufhing amain down.
How the poor failors ftand amaz'd and tremble!
Quick to devour them.
Such fhall the noife be, and the wild diforder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly) Such the dire terror when the great Archangel
Shakes the creation;
Tears the ftrong pillars of the vault of heaven,
Flames all around them.
Hark, the fhrill outcries of the guilty wretches!
Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish,
Stare through their eye-lids, while the living worm lies
Gnawing within them.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-ftrings,
Rolling afore him.
Hopeless immortals! how they fcream and shiver
Down to the centre.
Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid
How he fits God-like! and the faints around him
Thron'd, yet adoring!
O may I fit there when he comes triumphant,
Shout the Redeemer.
The SONG of ANGELS above.
EARTH has detain'd me prifoner long,
And I'm grown weary now:
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Tir'd in my thoughts, I ftretch me down,
Upward (my Father) to thy throne,