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• Yet can those bolts of death that || 4 In vain the Spanish ocean roard ; cleave the flood

[shroud, Its billows swell'd against our shore, To teach a rebel, pierce this sacred Its billows sunk beneath thy word, Ting'd in the vital stream of my Re- With all the floating war they bore. deemer's blood?

5 Come, said the sons of bloody Rome, The penitent pardoned.

Let us provide new arms from hell." I HENCE from mysoul, my sins, depart,

And down they digg'd thro' earth's Your fatal friendship now I see ;

dark womb, Long have you dwelt too near my heart,

And ransack'd all the hurning cell. Hence, to eternal distance flee. 6 Old Satan lent them fiery stores, 2 Ye gave my dying Lord his wound,

Infernal coal, and sulph'rous flame, Yet I caress'd your vip'rous brood,

And all that burns, and all that roars, And in my heart-strings lapp'd you

Outrageous fires of dreadful name. round,

7 Beneath the senate and the throne, You, the vile murderers of my God. Engines of hellish thunder layı; 3 Black heary thoughts, like mountains,

There the dark seeds of fire were sown, roll

To spring a bright but dismal day. O'er mypoor breast, with boding fears, 8 Thy love beheld the black design, And crushing hard my tortured soul, Thy love that guards our island round; Wring thro' my eyes the briny tears. Strange! how it quench'd the fiery

mine, 4 Forgive my treasons, Prince of grace,

And crush'd the tempest underground, The bloody Jews were traitors too, Yet tbou hast pray'd for that curs'd race,


The Second Part. " Father, they know not what they 5 Great Advocate, look down and see I ASSUME, my tongue, a nobler strains

Awretch,whose smarting sorrowsbleed; Sing the new wonders of the Lord; O plead the same excuse for me! The foes revive their pow'rs again,

For, Lord, I knew not wbat I did. Again they die beneath his sword: & Peace, my complaints ; let ev'ry groan

2 Dark as our thoughts our minutes roll, Bestill, and silence wait his lore;

While tyranny possess'd the throne, Compassions dwell amidst his throne, And murd'rers of an Irish soul And thro' his inmost bowels inove.

Ran,threatning death, thro'ev'ry town. 7 Lo, from the everlasting skies,

3 The Roman priest, and British prince,

Join'd their best force, and blackest Gently, as morning-dews distil, The dove immortal downward flies,


(France With peaceful olive in his bill.

And the fierce troops of neighbouring

Offer'd the service of their arms. • How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! || 4 “ 'Tis done,” they cry'd, and laugh'd Sweet the relief to deep distress!

aloud, I feel the balm that heals my wounds, The courts of darkness rang with joy,

And all my pow'rs adore the grace. Th’ old serpent hiss'd, and bell gret A hymn of praise for three great salva


While Zion mourn'd her ruin nigh. vations ; viz.

3 But lo, the great Deliverer sails | From the Spanish Invasion, 1581.

Commission'd from Jehovah's hand, 9 From the Gun-powder Plot, Nov. 5. And smiling seas, and wishing pales 3 From Popery and Slavery by King Convey him to the longing land. William of glorious memory, who

6 The happy day, and happy year, landed, Nov. 5, 1688.

Both in our new salvation ineet:
Composed Nov. 3. 1695.

Thedaythatquench'd theburningspare,

The year that burnt th' invading tect. I INFINITE God, thy counsels stand

7 Now did thine arm, O God of hosts, Like mountains of eternal brass,

Nowdidthine armshine dazzlingbright, Pillars to prop our sinking land,

The sons of inight their hands had lost, Or guardian rocks to break the seas.

And inen of blood forgot to fight. 2 From pole to pole thy name is known, 8 Brigades of angels lin’d the way,

Thee a whole heav'n of angels praise; And guarded William to his throne; Our labouring tongues would reach

There, ye celestial warriors, stay, thy throne

And make his palace like your own. With the loud triumphs of thy grace.

9 Then, mighty God, the earth shall 3 Part of thy church, by thy command, know

Stands rais'd upon the British isles; And learn the worship of the sky, “There, said the Lord, to nges stand, Angels and Britons join below, Firm as the everlasting bilis.”

To raise their Hallelujahs high.

10 All Hallelujah, heavenly King : 6 Thus must we leave the banks of life,

While distant lands thy victory sing. And try this doubtful sea! And tongues their utmost pow’rs em- Vain are our groans, and dying strife, ploy,

To gain a moment's stay.
The world's bright roof repeats the joy. 17 There we shall swim in heav'nly bliss,

Or sink in flaming waves,
The Incomprehensible.

While the pale carcase thoughtless lies,

Amongst the silent graves. 1 FAR in the heav'ns my God retires,

8 Some hearty friend shall drop his tear My God, the mark of my desires,

On our dry bones, and say,
And hides his lovely face;
When he descends within my view,

" These once were strong, as mine He charms my reason to pursue, “And inine must be as they." But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th' unequal chase.

9 Thus shall our mould'ring members

Or if I reach unusual height

What now our senses learn :
Till near his presence brought, For dust and ashes loudest preach
There floods of glory check myflight, Man's infinite concern.
Cramp the bold pinions of iny wit,
And all untune my thought;

A Sight of Heaven in Sickness.
Plung'd in a sea of light I roll,

I OFT have I sat in secret sighs,
Where wisdom, justice, mercy shines;

To feel my flesh decay,
Infinite rays in crossing lines
Beat thick confusion on my sight,

Then groan'ıl aloud with frighted eyes,

To view the tott'ring clay. and overwhelm my soul.

2 But I forbid my sorrows now, 3 Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds,

Nor dares the flesh complain ;
And help me reach the throne ;

Diseases bring their profit too ;
(What single strength, in vain de-

The joy o'ercomes the pain.
United force hath done ; [poles, 3 My cheerful soul now all the day
Thus worms may join, and grasp the Sits waiting here and sings;
Thus atoms fill tbe sea)

Looks thro' the ruins of her clay,
But the whole race of creature-souls And practises her wings.
Stretch'd to theirlast extent of thought,
plunge and are lost in thee.

5 Faith almost changes into sight,

While from afar she spies,
Great God, behold my reason lies Her fair inheritance, in flight,
Adoring; yet iny love would rise Above created skies.

On pinions not her own;
Faith shall direct her humble flight, 5 Had but the prison walls been strong,
Thro' all the trackless seas of light,

And firm without a flaw,
To Thee, th'eternal Fair, the Infinite

In darkness she had dwelt too long, Unknown.

And less of glory saw.

6 But now the everlasting hills Death and Eternity.

Thro' every chink appear,

And something of the joy she feels 1 MY thoughts, that often mount the While she's a pris'ner here.

Go, search the world beneath,

7 The shines of heaven rush sweetly in Where nature in all ruin lies,

At all the gaping flaws:

Visions of endless bliss are seen:
And owns her sovereign, death.

And native air she draws.
2 The tyrant, how he triumphs here!
His trophies spread around!

8 O may these walls stand tott'ring still, And heaps of dust and bones appear

The breaches never close, Thro' all the hollow ground.

If I must here in darkness dwell,

And all this glory lose ! 3 These sculls, what ghastly figures now! How loathsome to the eyes?

9 Or ratber let this flesh decay,

The ruins wider grow,
These are the heads we lately kacw
So beauteous and só wise.

'Till glad to see th' enlarged way,

I stretch my pinions through.
A But where the souls, those deathless

The Universal Hallelujah.
That left this dying clay? (wings,
My thoughts, now stretch out all your Psalm cxlviii. Paraphrased.
And trace eternity.

I PRAISE ye the Lord with joyful 3 O that unfathomable sea!

tongue, Those deeps without a shore !

Ye pow’rs that guard his throne; Where living waters gently play, Jesus the man shall lead the song, Or fiery billows roar.

The God inspire the tune.

. Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir By the last agonies of death That fill the realms above,

'Sent down to fiercer pains. Sing; for he form'd you of his fire, Avd feeds you with his love.

3 Ye stand upon a dreadful steep,

And all beneath is hell; 3 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, Your weighty guilt will sink you deep, The floor of his atode,

Where the old serpent fell. Or veil your little twinkling eyes

4 When iron slumbers bind your flesh, Before a brighter God.

With strange surprise you'll find 4 Thou restless globe of golden light, Immortal vigour spring afresh, Whose beams create our days,

And tortures wake the mind!
Join with the silver qucen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.

5 Then you'll confess the frightful names

Of plagues you scorn'd before, 5 Blush and refund the honours paid No more shall look like idle dreams, To your inferior names :

Like foolish tales no more. Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed

6 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, By his o'erflowing flames.

(With flames upon your tongues) 6 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud When you exchang'd your souls away Thro the ethereal blue,

For vanity and songs. For when his chariot is a cloud,

7 Bebold the saints rejoice to die, He makes his wheels of you.

For heav'n shines round their heads; 7 Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, And angel guards prepar'd to Ay. The troops of his command,

Attend their fainting beds.
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.

8 Their longing spirits part, and rise

To their celestial seat;
8 Sbout to the Lord, ye surging seas, Above these ruinable skies
In your 'eternal roar;

They make their last retreat.
Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore :

9 Hence, ye profane, I hate your ways,

I walk with pious soulsz 9 While monsters sporting on the flood, There's a wide difl’rence in our race, In scaly silver sbine,

And distant are our goals.
Speak terribly their Maker God,
And lash the foaming brine.

The Law given at Sinai.
10 But gentler things shall tune his name
To softer notes than these,

I ARMthee with thunder, heavenlymuse, Young zephyrs breatbing o'er the And keep th' expecting world in awe; stream,

Oft hast thou sung in gentler mood Or whisp'ring thro' the trees.

The melting mercies of thy God; ni Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,

Now give thy fiercest fires a loose, To hiin that bid you grow,

And sound his dreadful law:

To Israel first the words were spoke, Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines

To Israel freed from Egypt's yoke, On ev'ry thankful bough.

Inhuman bondage? The hard galling 12 Let the shrill birds bis honour raise,

load And climb the morning-sky:

Over-press'd their feeble souls, While grov'ling beasts attempt his Bent their knees to senseless bulls, praise

And broke their ties to God.
In hoarser harmony.

2 Now had they pass'd the Arabian bay, 13 Thos while the meaner creatures sing,

And march'd between the cleaving Ye inortals take the sound,

sca; Echo the glories of your King

The rising waves stood guardians of Thro' all the nations round.

thcir wond'rous way,

But fell with most impetuous force 15 Th'eternal name must fly abroad

On the pursuing swarms, Prom Britajo to Japan :

And bury'd Egypt all in arms. And the whole race stall bow to God

Blending in wat'ry death the rider and That owns the name of man.

the horse :

O'er struggling Pharaoh roll'd the The Atheist's Mistake.

mighty tide,

And sav'd the labours of a pyramid. I LAUGH, ye profane, and swell & burst Apis and Ore in vain he cries, With bold impicty :

And all his horned Gods beside, Yet skall ye live for ever curs'd,

He swallowsfate with swimmingeyes, And seek in vain to die.

And curs'd the Hebrews as he dy'd. ? Tire gasp of your expiring breath Ah! foolish Israel, to comply Coasigos your souls to chains,

With Memphian idolatry!

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And bow to brutes, (a stupid slave)
To idols impotent to save;

(sky, Behold thy God, the Sov'reign of the

Has wrought salvation in the deep,
Has bound thy foes in iron sleep,
And rais'd thine honours high :
His grace forgives thy follies past,
Rehold he comes in majesty,
And Sinai's top proclaims his law:
Prepare to meet thy God haste!
But keep an awful distance still:
Let Moses round the sacred hill

The circling limits draw.


4 Hark! The shrill echoes of the trumpet

roar, And call the trembling armies near ; Slow and unwilling they appear, Rajis kept them from the mount before, Now from the rails their fear; 'Twas the same herald, and the trump

the same Which shall be blown by high com

mand, Shall bid the wheels of nature stand, And heav'n's eternal will proclaim,

That“ Time shall be no more.

a Thus while the labouring angel swellid

the sound, And rent the skies, and shook the

Up rose th' Almighty ; round his sap-

phire seat,
Adoring thrones in order fell ;

The lesser powers at distance dwell,
And cast their glories down successive

at his feet : Gabriel the great prepares his way, * Lift up your heads, eternal doors,”

he cries :
Th' cternal doors his word obey,
Open and shoot celestial day

Upon the lower skics. Thead,
Heav'u's mighty pillars bow'd their

As their Creator bid, And down Jehovah rode from the su

perior sphere, A thousand guards before, and myriads

in the rear.

Sinai receired his glorious flight, With axle red, and glowing wheel

Did the winged chariot light,
And rising smoke obscurd the burning

Lo, it mounts in curling waves,

Lo, the gloomy pride out-braves
The stately pyramids of fire

The pyramids to heav'n aspire, And mix with stars, but see their

gloomy offspring higher. So have you seen ungrateful ivy grow Round the ta! oak that sixscore years

has stood
And proudly shoot a leaf or two
Above its kind supporter's utmost bough
And glory there to stand the loftiesi of

the wood.
Forbear, young muse, forbear ;
The flow'ry things that poets say,
The little arts of simile

Are vain and useless here ;
Nor shall the burning hills of old

With Sinai be compar'd,
Nor all that lying Greece has told,

Or learned Rome has heard ;

Ætna shall be nam'd no more,
Ætna, the torch of Sicily;

Not half so high

Her lightnings fly, Not half so loud her thunders roar Cross the Sicanian sea, to fright the Italian shore.

(spire Behold the sacred hill: Its trembling

Quakes at the terrors of the fire,

While all below its verdant feet Stagger and reel under th'almighty

weight : Press'd with a greater than feign'd

Atlas' load
Deep groau'd the mount ; it never

bore Infinity before. It bow'd, and shook beneath the bur

den of a God. Fresh horrors seize the camp, despair, And dying groans, torment the air, And shrieks, and swoons, and deaths

were there ; The bellowing: wunder, and the light

ning's blaze; Spread thro' the host a wild amaze ; Darkness on ev'ry soul, and pale was

ev'ry face : Confus'd and dismal were the cries, “ Let Moses speak, or Israel dies:' Moses the spreading terror feels, No more the man of God conceals

His shivering and surprise : Yet, with recovering mind, commands Silence, and deep attention thro' the

Hebrew bands. Hark! from the centre of the flame, Allarm’dand feather'd with the same, Majestic sounds break thro' the smoky

His chariot was a pitchy cloud,
The wheels beset with burning gems;
The winds in harness with the flames

Flew o'erth'ethereal road :
Down thro' his magazines he past
Of hail, and ice, and fleecy snow,

Swift roll'd the triumph, and as fast "Did hail, and ice, in melted rivers flow.

The day was mingled with the pight, His feet on solid darkness trod, His radianteyes proclaim'd the God,

And scatter'd dreadful light; He breath'd, and sulphur ran, a fiery He spoke, and, tho' with unknown

cloud :
Sent from the all-creating tongue,
A flight of cherubsguardthe words along
And bear their fiery law to the retreat-

ing crowd.

speed he came, Chid the slow tempest, and the lagging



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11 “I am the Lord : 'Tis I proclaim 10 Laden with guilt, (a beary load)

That glorious and that fearful name, Uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, Thy God and King : 'Twas I that The soul returns t' an angry God, broke

To be shut out from heay'n. . Thy bondage, and th' Egyptianyoke; Mine is the right to speak my will, Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the And thine the duty to fulfil.

Lord. Adore no God beside me, to provoke1 FAIREST of all the lights above, mine eyes :

Thou sun, whose beams adorn the Nor worship me in shapes and forms

spheres, that men devise ;

And with unweary'd swiftness move, With rer'rence use my name, nor turn To form the circles of our years ;

my words to jest ; Observe my sabbath well, nor dare | 2 Praise the Creator of the skies,

That dress'd thine orb in golden rays: profane my rest; Honour, and due obedience, to thy

Or may the sun forget to rise,

If he forget his Maker's praise. parents give ; Nor spill the guiltless blood, nor let 3 Thou reigning beauty of the night, the guilty live :

Fair queen of silence, silver moon, Preserve thy body chaste, and flee the Whose gentle beams & borrow'd light, unlawful bed;

Are softer rivals of the noon ; Nor steal thy neighbour's gold, his gar- Arise, and to that sov'reign pow'r ment, or his bread :

Waxing and waning honours pay, Forbear to blast his name with false- Who bid thee rule the dusky hour, hood, or deceit ;

And half supply the absent day. Nor let thy wishes loose upon his large 5 Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies

When darkness has it curtains drawn,

Who keep your watch, with wakeful Remember your Creator, &c. Eccl. xii.


(gone ; 1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God,

When business, cares, and day are Your early honours pay,

6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord, While vanity and youthful blood

Dispers'd thro'all the heav'nlystreet, Would tempt your thoughts astray. Whose boundless treasures can afford 9 The memory of his mighty name,

So rich a pavement for his feet. Demands your first regard.

7 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, supremely Nor dare indulge a meaner flame,

bright, 'Till you have lov'd the Lord.

Fair palace of the court divine,

Where, with inimitable light, 3 Be wise, and make his favour sure,

The Godhead condescends to sbine. Before the mournful days, (more, When youth and mirth are known no

8 Praise thou thy great Inhabitant, And life and strength decays.

Who scatters lovely beams of grace

On ev'ry angel, ev'ry saint, 4 No more the blessings of a feast

Nor veils the lustre of his face. Shall relish on the tongue, The heavy ear forgets the taste 9 O God of glory, God of love, (days: And pleasure of a song.

Thou art the Sun that makes our

With all thy shining works above, • Old age, with all her dismal train, Let earth & dust attempt thy praise.

Invades your golden years
With sighs and groans, and raging pain
And death that never spares.

The Welcome Messenger. . What will you do when light departs,

And leaves your with'ring eyes, i LORD, when we see a saint of thine Without one beam to cheer your hearts Lie gasping out his breath, From the superior skies?

With longing eyes, and looks divine,

Smiling and pleas'd in death: ? How will you meet God's frowning brow Or stand before his seat,

2 How we could e'en contend to lay While nature's old supporters bow,

Our limbs upon that bed! Nor bear their tott'ring weight?

We ask thine envoy to convey

Our spirits in his stead. • Can you expect your feeble arms

3 Our souls are rising on the wing, Shall make a strong defence, When death, with terrible alarms,

To venture in his place :

Por when grim death has lost his sting, Suminons the pris'ner hence

He has an angel's face. · The silver bonds of nature burst, 4 Jesus, then purge my crimes away, And let the building fall ;

'Tis guilt creates my fears, The flesh goes down to mix with dust, 'Tis guilt gives death its tierce array, Its vile original.

And all the arms it bears.

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