And feel that union which thy love
Will, after death, complete above.
From foul I fend my prayer,
Great Creator, bow thine ear;
Thou, for whofe propitious fway
The world was taught to fee the day;
Who fpake the word, and earth begun,-
And fhew'd its beauties in the fun;
With pleasure I thy creatures view,
And would, with good affection too;
Good affection fweetly free,
Loofe from them, and move to thee;
✪, teach me, due returns to give,
And to thy glory let me live;
And then my days shall shine the more,
Or pass more bleffed than before.
HE beam-repelling mifts arife,
And evening fpreads obfcurer skies:
The twilight will the night forerun,
And night itself be foon begun.
Upon thy knees devoutly bow,
And the Lord of glory now,
To fill thy breaft, or deadly fin
May cause a blinder night within.
And whether pleafing vapours rise,
Which gently dim the closing eyes;
Which makes the weary members bless'd,
With sweet refreshment in their rest ;
Or whether spirits in the brain
Difpel their foft embrace again;
And on my watchful bed I stay,
Forfook by fleep, and waiting day;
Be God for ever in my view,
And never he forfake me too;
But ftill as day concludes in night,
To break again with new-born light;
His wondrous bounty let me find,
With ftill a more enlighten'd mind;
When grace and love in one agree,
Grace from God, and love from me;
Grace that will from heaven infpire,
Love that feals it in defire :
Grace and love that mingle beams,
And fill me with encreasing flames.
Thou that haft thy palace far
Above the moon and every star,
Thou that fittest on a throne
To which the night was never known,
Regard my voice and make me bless'd,
By kindly granting its request.
If thoughts on thee my foul employ,
My darkness will afford me joy,
Till thou shalt call, and I fhall foar,
And part with darkness evermore.
THE SOUL IN SORROW..
WITH kind compaffion hear my cry,
O, Jefu, Lord of Life, on higli!
As when the fummer's feafons beat,
With fcorching flame and parching heat:
The trees are burnt, the flowers fade,
And thirsty gaps in earth are made..
My thoughts of comfort languish so,
And fo my foul is broke by woe.
Then on thy fervant's drooping head
Thy dews of bleffing fweetly fhed;
Let thofe a quick refreshment give,
And raise my mind, and bid me live..
My fears of danger, while I breathe,
My dread of endless hell beneath :
My fenfe of forrow for my fin,
To fpringing comfort, change within;
Change all my fad complaints for eafe,
To chearful notes of endless praise;
Nor let a tear mine eyes employ,
But fuch as owe their birth to joy ::
Joy tranfporting, fweet, and ftrong,
Fit to fill and raise my song;
Joy that shall refounded be,
While days and nights fucceed for me::
Be not as a Judge fevere,
For fo thy prefence who may bear?
On all my words and actions look,
(I know they 're written in thy book ;)
But then regard my mournful cry,
And look with Mercy's gracious eye;
What needs my blood, fince thine will do,
the debt to Justice due?
O, tender Mercy's art divine!
Thy forrow proves the cure of mine!
Thy dropping wounds, thy woeful fmart,
Allay the bleedings of my heart:
Thy death, in death's extreme of pain,
Reftores my foul to life again.
Guide me then, for here I burn,
To make my Saviour fome return.
I'll rife (if that will please him, ftill,
And fure I 've heard him own it will);
I'll trace his steps, and bear my crofs,
Defpifing every grief and lofs;
Since he, defpifing pain and shame,
First took up his, and did the fame.
The Father of the faints above
Adopts him with a father's love,.
And makes his bofom throughly shine
With wondrous ftores of grace divine ;
Sweet grace divine, the pledge of joy,
That will his foul above employ;
Full joy, that, when his time is done,
Becomes his portion as a fon.
Ah me! the fweet infus'd defires,
The fervid wishes, holy fires,
Which thus a melted heart refine,
Such are his, and fuch be mine.
From hence defpifing all besides
That earth reveals, or ocean hides;
All that men in either prize,
On God alone he fets his eyes.
From hence his hope is on the wings,
His health renews, his fafety springs,
His glory blazes up below,
And all the streams of comfort flow.
He calls his Saviour King above,
Lord of mercy, Lord of love;
And finds a kingly care defend,
And mercy fmile, and love defcend,
To chear, to guide him in the ways
Of this vain world's deceitful maze :
And though the wicked earth display,
Its terrors in their fierce array;
Or gape fo wide that horror fhows
Its hell replete with enless woes ;
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