O for a shout of violent joys,

To join the trumpet's thundering sound! The angel herald shakes the skies,

Awakes the graves, and tears the ground.

Ye slumb'ring saints, a heavenly host
Stands waiting at your gaping tombs;
Let every sacred sleeping dust

Leap into life, for Jesus comes.

Jesus, the God of might and love,

New moulds our limbs of cumb'rous clay; Quick as seraphic flames we move, Active and young, and fair as they.

Our airy feet with unknown flight
Swift as the motions of desire,
Run up the hills of heavenly light,
And leave the welt'ring world in fire.

GOD EXALTED ABOVE ALL PRAISE.

ETERNAL Power! whose high abode

Becomes the grandeur of a God;

Infinite length beyond the bounds

Where stars revolve their little rounds.

The lowest step above thy seat
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet,
In vain the tall archangel tries

To reach thy height with wond'ring eyes.

Thy dazzling beauties whilst he sings
He hides his face behind his wings;
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.

Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too;
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
"The Great, the Holy, and the High!"

Earth from afar has heard thy fame,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name;
But O, the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

God is in heaven, and man below;
Be short, our tunes; our words be few;
A sacred reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

Tibi silet, O Deus.-Psalm xlv. 1.

END OF BOOK I.

HORE LYRICÆ.

SACRED

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Virtue, Honour, and Friendship.

BOOK II.