Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches! Stare through their eyelids, while the living worm lies Gnawing within them. Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid How he sits, God-like! and the saints around him Thron'd, yet adoring! O may I sit there when he comes triumphant, Shout the Redeemer. THE SONG OF ANGELS ABOVE. EARTH has detained me prisoner long, My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, Tir'd in my thoughts I stretch me down, Upward, my Father, to thy throne, L There the dear man, my Saviour, sits, The God, how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. Seraphs with elevated strains Circle the throne around, And move and charm the starry plains With an immortal sound. Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds How on the Father's breast he lay, And now they sink the lofty tone, And bring th' Eternal Godhead down O sacred beauties of the Man! (The God resides within ;) His flesh all pure, without a stain, His soul without a sin. Then, how he look'd, and how he smil'd, What wondrous things he said! Sweet cherubs, stay, dwell here awhile, And tell what Jesus did. At his command the blind awake, He bids the dumb attempt to speak, He shed a thousand blessings round He spoke, and at the sov'reign sound Thus while with unambitious strife In the full choir a broken string Seraph and saint, with drooping wings, Then all at once to living strains They summon every chord, Break up the tomb, and burst his chains, And show their rising Lord. Around the flaming army throngs To guard him to the skies, With loud Hosannas on their tongues, And triumph in their eyes. In awful state the conquering God While tuneful angels sound abroad. Now let me rise, and join their song, And be an angel too; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, Here's joyful work for you. I would begin the music here, Oh, for some heavenly notes to bear There, ye that love my Saviour, sit, I am confin'd to earth no more, THE FAREWELL. DEAD be my heart to all below, To sensual bliss that charms us so Be dark mine eyes, and deaf mine ears. Here I renounce my carnal taste One thought of mine, but to despise. All earthly joys are over-weigh'd Begone for ever, mortal things! Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell! Angels aspire on lofty wings, And leave the globe for ants to dwell. Come, heaven! and fill my vast desires, She was all made of heavenly fires, SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE. THE Lord, how fearful is his name! Immortal glory forms his throne, Whilst with a smile, or with a frown, |