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O turn thy lovely glories from me,

The joys are too intense, the glories overcome me.

Dear Lord, forgive my rash complaint,

And love me still

Against my froward will;

Unveil thy beauties, though I faint.
Send the great herald from the sky,
And at the trumpet's awful roar
This feeble state of things shall fly,
And pain and pleasure mix no more:
Then shall I gaze with strengthen'd sight
On glories infinitely bright,

My heart shall all be love, my Jesus all delight.

ASCENDING TO HIM IN HEAVEN.

'Tis pure delight, without alloy,
Jesus, to hear thy name;
My spirit leaps with inward joy,
I feel the sacred flame.

My passions hold a pleasing reign,
While love inspires my breast;

Love, the divinest of the train,
The sov❜reign of the rest.

This is the grace must live and sing,
When faith and fear shall cease,
Must sound from every joyful string
Through the sweet groves of bliss.

Let life immortal seize my clay:

Let love refine my blood:
Her flames can bear my soul away,
Can bring me near my God.

Swift I ascend the heavenly place,
And hasten to my home,
I leap to meet thy kind embrace-
I come, O Lord, I come.

Sink down, ye separating hills,
Let guilt and death remove,

"Tis love that drives my chariot-wheels,

And death must yield to love.

THE DEATH OF MOSES.

SWEET was the journey to the sky

The wondrous prophet tried:

"Climb up the mount," says God, " and die;" The prophet clim'd and died.

Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast,
His Maker kiss'd his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.

In God's own arms he left the breath
That God's own Spirit gave;

His was the noblest road to death,

And his the sweetest grave.

HOPE IN DARKNESS.

YET, gracious God,

Yet will I seek thy smiling face:

What though a short eclipse his beauties shroud
And bar the influence of his rays,

"Tis but a morning vapour, or a summer cloud:
He is my Sun though he refuse to shine;
Though for a moment he depart

I dwell for ever on his heart,
For ever he on mine.

Dear Sov'reign, hear thy servant pray,
Bend the blue heavens, Eternal King,
Downward thy cheerful graces bring;

Or shall I breathe in vain, and pant my hours away;
Break, glorious Brightness, through the gloomy veil:
Look how the armies of despair

Aloft their sooty banners rear

Round my poor captive soul, and dare

Pronounce me prisoner of hell:

But Thou, my Sun, and Thou, my Shield,

Wilt save me in the bloody field,

Break, glorious Brightness, shoot one glimmering ray,

One glance of thine creates a day,

And drives the troops of hell away.

Happy the times-but ah! those times are gone
When wondrous power and radiant grace

Round the tall arches of the temple shone,
And mingled their victorious rays:

Sin, with all its ghastly train,

Fled to the deeps of death again.

And smiling triumph sat on every face;
Our spirits raptur'd with the sight,

Were all devotion, all delight,

And loud Hosannas sounded the Redeemer's praise, Here I could say,

(And point the place whereon 1 stood) Here I enjoy'd a visit half the day,

From my descending God:

I was regal'd with heavenly fare,
With fruit and manna from above;
Divinely sweet the blessings were
While my Emmanuel was there:
And o'er my head

The Conqueror spread

The banner of his love.

Then why my heart sunk down so low?
Why do my eyes dissolve and flow,

And hopeless nature mourn?

Review, my soul, those pleasing days,
Read his unalterable grace
Through the displeasure of his face,

And wait a kind return.

A father's love may raise a frown
To chide the child, to prove the son,

But love will ne'er destroy;

The hour of darkness is but short,
Faith be thy life, and patience thy support,

The morning brings the joy.

COME, LORD JESUS.

WHEN shall thy glorious face be seen? When shall our eyes behold our God? What lengths of distance lie between, And hills of guilt, a heavy load!

Our months are ages of delay,

And slowly every minute wears:
Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of sluggish years.

Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains;
Let the eternal pillars bow:
Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow.

Hark, how thy saints unite their cries,

And pray and wait the general doom: Come Thou, the Soul of all our joys, Thou, the Desire of nations, come.

Put thy bright robes of triumph on,
And bless our eyes and bless our ears,
Thou absent Love, thou dear Unknown.
Thou Fairest of ten thousand fairs.

Our spirits shake their eager wings,
And burn to meet thy flying throne;
We rise away from mortal things
Tattend thy shining chariot down.

Now let our cheerful eyes survey
The blazing earth and melting hills,
And smile to see the lightnings play,
And flash along before thy wheels.

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