Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his Maker's breast, 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-ftrings found, My foul diffolves away : Dear Sovereign, whirl the feasons round, And bring the promis'd day. HOPE IN DARKNESS. ET, gracious God, YET, Yet will I feek thy fmiling face; What though a fhort eclipfe his beauties fhrowd And bar the influence of his rays, 'Tis but a morning vapour, or a fummer cloud : He is my fun though he refufe to shine, Though for a moment he depart I dwell for ever on his heart, For ever he on mine. I'll spring 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 But Thou, my Sun, and Thou my Shield, Break, glorious Brightnefs, fhoot one glimmering ray, One glance of thine creates a day, Happy the times, but ah! the times are gone When wondrous power and radiant grace Fled to the deeps of death again, And loud Hofannas founded the Redeemer's praise. Here could I fay, (And point the place whereon I stood) 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 And hopeless nature mourn? Review, my foul, thofe pleafing days, Read his unalterable grace Through the difpleafure of his face, And wait a kind return. A Father's love may raise a frown The hour of darkness is but short, WH Come, LORD JESUS. HEN fhall thy lovely face be feen? What lengths of distance lie between, Ye heavenly gates, loofe all your chains, Bleft Saviour, cleave the ftarry plains, Hark, how thy faints unite their cries, But Put thy bright robes of triumph on, Our heart-ftrings groan with deep complaint, Our fpirits shake their eager wings, O for a fhout of violent joys To join the trumpet's thundering found! Ye flumbering faints, a heavenly hoft Jefus, the God of might and love, New-moulds our limbs of cumberous clay Quick as feraphic-flames we move, Active and young, and fair as they. Our |