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Lo, from afar the promis'd day
Shines with a well-distinguish'd ray;
But my wing'd paffion hardly bears.
Thefe lengths of flow delaying years.

Send down a chariot from above,
With fiery wheels, and pav'd with love;
Raise me beyond th' ethereal blue,

To fing and love as angels do.



HE heavens invite mine eye,

The stars falute me round;

Father, I blufh, I mourn to lie
Thus groveling on the ground.
My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raise me swift and high.

Beyond thofe crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They're but the porches to thy courts,
And paintings on thy walls.

Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air:

I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.

I feel

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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!
The tidings ftrike a doleful found
On my poor heart-ftrings: deep he lies
In the cold caverns of the ground.

Come, faints, and drop a tear or two,
On the dear bofom of your God,
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo, what fudden joys I fee!
Jefus the dead revives again.

The rifing God forsakes the tomb,
Up to his father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And fhout him welcome to the skies.

Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell
How high our Great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monfter death in chains.

Say, live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and ftrong to fave!
Then ask the monster, Where's his fting?
And where's thy victory, boasting grave?


THE immenfe, th' amazing height,
The boundless grandeur of our God,
Who treads the worlds beneath his feet,
And sways the nations with his nod!

He speaks; and lo, all nature shakes,
Heaevn's everlasting pillars bow;

He rends the clouds with hideous cracks,
And fhoots his fiery arrows through.

Well, let the nations start and fly
At the blue lightning's horrid glare,
Atheists and emperors fhrink and die,
When flame and noife torment the air.

Let noife and flame confound the skies,
And drown the fpacious realms below,
Yet will we fing the Thunderer's praise,
And fend our loud Hofannas through.

Celestial King, thy blazing power
Kindles our hearts to flaming joys,
We fhout to hear thy thunders roar,
And echo to our Father's voice.

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Thus fhall the God our Saviour come,
And lightnings round his chariot play :
Ye lightnings, fly to make him room,
Ye glorious ftorms, prepare his way!



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!
While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,
Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters

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,
Breaks up old marble, the repofe of princes;
See the graves open, and the bones arifing,

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,
And the finart tinges, when the eye beholds the
Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance

Rolling afore him.

Hopeless immortals! how they fcream and shiver
While devils push them to the pit wide-yawning
Hideous and gloomy to receive them headlong

Down to the centre.

Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid
Doleful ideas!) come, arife to Jefus,

How he fits God-like! and the faints around him

Thron'd, yet adoring!

O may I fit there when he comes triumphant,
Dooming the nations! then afcend to glory,
While our Hofannas all along the passage

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,
There's nothing here for you.

Tir'd in my thoughts, I ftretch me down,
And upward glance mine eyes.

Upward (my Father) to thy throne,
And to my native skies.

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