Yet can those bolts of death that 4 The penitent pardoned. 1 HENCE from mysoul, my sins, depart, 2 Ye gave my dying Lord his wound, You, the vile murderers of my God. race, O'er mypoor breast, with boding fears, • How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! A hymn of praise for three great salva- 1 From the Spanish Invasion, 1581. * Composed Nov. 5. 1695. 1 INFINITE God, thy counsels stand 2 From pole to pole thy name is known, With the loud triumphs of thy grace. 3 Part of thy church, by thy command, Stands rais'd upon the British isles; "There, said the Lord, to ages stand, Firm as the everlasting hills." In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd; And ransack'd all the burning cell. And crush'd the tempest underground, The Second Part. 1 ASSUME, my tongue, a nobler strain The courts of darkness rang with joy, While Zion mourn'd her ruin nigh. 5 But lo, the great Deliverer sails Commission'd from Jehovah's hand, And smiling seas, and wishing gales, Convey him to the longing land. 6 The happy day, and happy year, Both in our new salvation meet: Thedaythatquench'd theburningsnare, The year that burnt th' invading fleet. 7 Now did thine arm, O God of hosts, Nowdidthine armshine dazzlingbright, The sons of might their hands had lost, And men of blood forgot to fight. Brigades of angels lin'd the way, And guarded William to his throne; There, ye celestial warriors, stay, And make his palace like your own. 9 Then, mighty God, the earth shall know 8 And learn the worship of the sky, 10 All Hallelujah, heavenly King: While distant lands thy victory sing. And tongues their utmost pow'rs employ, The world's bright roof repeats the joy. The Incomprehensible. 1 FAR in the heav'ns my God retires, 2 3 Or if I reach unusual height Till near his presence brought, And all untune my thought; Beat thick confusion on my sight, Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds, United force hath done; [poles, But the whole race of creature-souls plunge and are lost in thee. On pinions not her own; 6 Thus must we leave the banks of life, While the pale carcase thoughtless lies, 8 Some hearty friend shall drop his tear 9 "And nine must be as they." Thus shall our mould'ring members teach What now our senses learn: A Sight of Heaven in Sickness. 2 But I forbid my sorrows now, 3 Nor dares the flesh complain; And practises her wings. 5 Faith almost changes into sight, 5 Had but the prison walls been strong, In darkness she had dwelt too long, 6 But now the everlasting hills 7 The shines of heaven rush sweetly in 8 O may these walls stand tott'ring still, If I must here in darkness dwell, 9 Or rather let this flesh decay, The Universal Hallelujah. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord with joyful tongue, Ye pow'rs that guard his throne; 2 Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir 3 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, 4 Thou restless globe of golden light, 5 Blush and refund the honours paid • Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud He makes his wheels of you. 7 Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms, And speak his awful hand. 8 Sbout to the Lord, ye surging seas, Let wave to wave resound his praise, 9 While monsters sporting on the flood, In scaly silver shine, Speak terribly their Maker God, 10 But gentler things shall tune his name Or whisp'ring thro' the trees. 11 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, 12 Let the shrill birds his honour raise, In hoarser harmony. 13 Thus while the meaner creatures sing, 15 Th' eternal name must fly abroad And the whole race shall bow to God The Atheist's Mistake. 1 LAUGH, ye profane, and swell & burst With bold impiety: "Yet shall ye live for ever curs'd, And seek in vain to die. 2 The gasp of your expiring breath Consigns your souls to chains, By the last agonies of death Sent down to fiercer pains. 3 Ye stand upon a dreadful steep, 4 When iron slumbers bind your flesh, 5 Then you'll confess the frightful names 6 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, 7 Behold the saints rejoice to die, For heav'n shines round their heads; 8 Their longing spirits part, and rise They make their last retreat. 9 Hence, ye profane, I hate your ways, I walk with pious souls; There's a wide diff'rence in our race, The Law given at Sinai. 1 ARMthee with thunder, heavenlymuse, Over-press'd their feeble souls, Bent their knees to senseless bulls, 2 Now had they pass'd the Arabian bay, And march'd between the cleaving sea; The rising waves stood guardians of their wond'rous way, But fell with most impetuous force And bury'd Egypt all in arms. Blending in wat'ry death the rider and the horse: O'er struggling Pharaoh roll'd the mighty tide, And sav'd the labours of a pyramid. Apis and Ore in vain he cries, And all his horned Gods beside, He swallowsfate with swimmingeyes, And curs'd the Hebrews as he dy'd. 3 Ah! foolish Israel, to comply With Memphian idolatry! 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 night, His feet on solid darkness trod, His radiant eyes proclaim'd the God, And scatter'd dreadful light; He breath'd, and sulphur ran, a fiery stream: He spoke, and, tho' with unknown speed he came, Chid the slow tempest, and the lagging fame. 8 9 Sinai received his glorious flight, With axle red, and glowing wheel Did the winged chariot light, And rising smoke obscur'd the burning bill. 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 tall 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 loftiest of the wood. Forbear, young muse, forbear; Are vain and useless here; Nor all that lying Greece has told, 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 burden of a God. Fresh horrors seize the camp, despair, And dying groans, torment the air, And shrieks, and swoons, and deaths hood, or deceit ; 2 3 4 10 Laden with guilt, (a beavy load) Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the Lord. 1 FAIREST of all the lights above, Thou sun, whose beams adorn the And with unweary'd swiftness move, If he forget his Maker's praise. Nor let thy wishes loose upon his large 5 Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies estate." Remember your Creator, &c. Eccl. xii. 1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God, Your early honours pay, While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts astray. 2 The memory of his mighty name, Demands your first regard. Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, 'Till you have lov'd the Lord. 2 Be wise, and make his favour sure, 4 No more the blessings of a feast Old age, with all her dismal train, • What will you do when light departs, How will you meet God's frowning brow The silver bonds of nature burst, When darkness has it curtains drawn, Who keep your watch, with wakeful eyes, [gone; When business, cares, and day are 6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord, Dispers'd thro'all the heav'nlystreet, Whose boundless treasures can afford So rich a pavement for his feet. 7 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, supremely bright, Fair palace of the court divine, The Godhead condescends to shine. 8 Praise thou thy great Inhabitant, Who scatters lovely beams of grace On ev'ry angel, ev'ry saint, Nor veils the lustre of his face. 9 O God of glory, God of love, [days: Thou art the Sun that makes our With all thy shining works above, Let earth & dust attempt thy praise. The Welcome Messenger. 1 LORD, when we see a saint of thine 2 How we could e'en contend to lay 3 Our souls are rising on the wing, For when grim death has lost his sting, 4 Jesus, then purge my crimes away, |