9. While fuch a scene of facred joys Our raptur'd eyes and fouls employs Here we could fit and gaze away A long an everlasting day. ro. Well, we shall quickly pass the night To the fair coafts of perfect light, Then fhall our joyful fenfes rove O'er the dear object of our love. [II. There fhall we drink full draughts of blifs, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees! Yet now and then dear Lord bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below. 12. Send comforts down from thy right hand While we pafs thro' this barren land, And in thy temple let us fee A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.] XVII. God's eternity. RISE, rife my foul and leave the ground, And roufe up ev'ry tuneful found 2. Long ere the lofty fkies were fpread Jehovah fill'd his throne, Or Adam form'd or angels made 12 16 20 24 8 3. His boundless years can ne'er decrease, 4. While like a tide our minutes flow. The present and the past, He fills his own immortal Now. And fees our ages wafte. 5. The fea and fky must perish too, And vaft deftruction come; The creatures, look how old they grow, 6. Well, let the sea shrink all away, 16 20 When th' old creation dies. XVIII. The miniftry of angels. HIGH on a hill of dazzling light 2. Go," faith the Lord, " my Gabriel go, "Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb *, "Make hafte ye cherubs down below, "Sing and proclaim the Saviour come t." + Luke ii. 13. * Luke ï. 26. 24 3. Here a bright fquadron leaves the skies And thick around Elisha ftands Anon a heav'nly foldier flies And breaks the chains from Peter's hands t. Let angels be our convoy too. 5. Are they not all thy fervants Lord? XIX. Our frail bodies, and God our preserver. LET others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear, But we 'll confefs O Lord to thee What feeble things we are. 2. Fresh as the grafs our bodies stand And flourish bright and gay, A blafting wind fweeps o'er the land And fades the grass away. 3. Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone: Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune fo long. 2 Kings vi. 17. † Acts xii. 7. 12 16 20 .8 12 + Heb. i. 14. 4. But 't is our God supports oùr frame, The God that built us firft; Salvation to th' almighty name That rear'd us from the duft.. 16 [5. He spoke, and ftraight our hearts and brains In all their motions rofe, ani. "Let blood," faid he, " flow round the veins," And round the veins it flows. 6. While we have breath or use our tongues Our Maker we 'll adore; · His Spirit moves our heaving lungs Or they would breathe no more.] : 20 24 XX. Backflidingsandreturns, or, The inconftancy of our love. WHY is my heart fo far from thee My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day [2. Why should my foolish paffions rove? Where can fuch fweetnefs be As I have tafted in thy love, 3. When my forgetful foul renews The favour of thy grace, My heart prefumes I cannot lofe 12 4. But ere fome fleeting hour is past, tafte [5. Trifles of nature or of art 6. Then I repent and vex my foul That I fhould leave thee fo; Where will those wild affections.roll That let a Saviour go? 16 20 24 [7. Since promis'd joys are turn'd to pain, [10. Make hafte my days to reach the goal And bring my heart to reft On the dear centre of my foul, My God my Saviour's breast.] |