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 Of Df VINE 
 
 Hymns and Poi 
 
 UPON 
 
 Several Occaiions : 
 
 By the 
 
 £.o/Rofcommon,7 r Mr. Norr'is, 
 
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 .. of Koicommon, J r Mr. Norfta, 
 
 ohn Dryden,£/yj X> .Vr/.Kath. Phillips, 
 
 4% Dennis, J^AAxSinger.e^&r*. 
 
 Third Edition, 
 
 To which is added, 
 
 E Death's Viiion : A Philofophical 
 Sacred Poem. Writ at the Requeft of 
 the late Mr. Locke. By Mr. Reynolds. 
 
 II. GW, */;*> CrAtf«r and Preferver. By 
 the Reverend Mr. Daniel. With 
 feveral others not in the Former 
 Editions. 
 
 LONDON: 
 Printed for W. Taylor at the Ship 
 Pattr-Nofter-Rov. Mdccxix. * 
 
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Ta Sir RichardBlack- 
 more, Knt. M. D. and 
 Fellow of the College ofPby- 
 Jicians in London. 
 
 I S not,' Sir, with a DHign 
 to Flatter you, which I 
 know you wou'd abhor, 
 nor to Publifh your Worth, 
 which I know wou'd be 
 neediefs, that I make this Dedication to 
 you ; But becaufe there's no fitter Perfon 
 in the World to Patronize a Colle&ion of 
 this Nature. 
 
 Like a Zealous Friend to Religion, 
 and Paflionate Lover of: your Country, 
 you have exprefs'd your jufi Concern for 
 the Fatal Confequences of Loofe and 
 Profane Poetry, and with great Judgment 
 have made it appear how vainly we hope 
 for a Reformation of Manners, while 
 A 2 the 
 
Tfo Dedication 
 
 the Abufes of the Englijh Stage are left 
 un reformed. 
 
 You have aflb by your Writings re- 
 trieved the Honour of Poetry, and refcu'd 
 the Mufes from that vile Drudgery they've 
 of late Years been Condemned to, and 
 convinced all unprejudiced Readers, that 
 the bed Poetry, and Manly Senfe, are 
 very confident,- and that Wit never ap- 
 pears fo Illuftrious, as when (lie borrows 
 her Themes from Virtue and Religion. 
 
 May you long Live as great a Glory 
 to Chriftianity, as to your Noble Profel, 
 i)on, and be as ufeful to Mens Souls as 
 you are to their Bodies, is. the Sincere De- 
 tire and Prayer of 
 
 Tour Humbk Servant 
 
 and Admirerx 
 
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 THE 
 
 PREFACE- 
 
 NY one who conftders the Na- 
 ture of Man, muft needs own 
 that Poetry is very proper to 
 work upon it ; ihat it ma) be 
 of Excellent Ufe unto him, and 
 that it has in fome refpefl* the A$v<Wta$e of 
 AbftraEl Reafomngand Vhilofoph). 
 
 lis true, were we nothing but pure Intel- 
 leB, were we ftript of Fief) and Blood, and 
 arrived at that perfect State the Saints above 
 enjoy', then a bare abflraB ion of Thought, and 
 orderly ranging of Idea's might jo ve the \furn* 
 But while we continue fuch Beings as we are* 
 while Blood, and Spirits, Imagination a'di 
 Paffim, make up a Part of our Nature^ 
 thefe muft have their proper Objects andlucn- 
 trues, or wejhall J sanely engage in tlie O-.ift 
 of Glory: For what are thefe but a Sort cf 
 Wings to the Soul? She ?nay Creep, but will 
 hardh Scar without them. 
 
 Now the great Bufinefs of Poetry (ar fi\nj 
 
 cne hfows) is tc paint agreeable Pi3a,\. . I 
 
 A 3 the 
 
The Preface. 
 
 the Imagination, to aEiiiate the Spirits, and 
 give the Paffions a Noble Pitch. Ail its daring 
 Metaphors, furprijing Turns, melting Accents, 
 lofty Flights, and lively Defcriptims, ferve 
 for this End : While we Read we feel aflrange 
 Warmth boyling within, the Blood dances 
 through the Veins, Joy lighens in the Counte- 
 nance, and we are infenfibly led into a pleajing 
 Captivity. 
 
 T'hefearefome of the genuine EffeSis of Poe- 
 try; fo that without all queftion it may be of 
 excellent Ufe to Mankind, may improve our 
 Souls, and ferve as a powerful Charm to de- 
 ter m from Vice, and engage m on the fide 
 ef Wtfdom and Virtue. 
 
 But then for the fame Reafon it cant be 
 deny y d that it may be equally Pernicious. Pro- 
 fane and Lend Poetry is one of the greateft In- 
 centives to Wickednefs in the World, like the 
 Syren s Melody, while it Charms it Kills m. 
 Vice is a deformed and odious thing, and if 
 expos' d Naked, woud have but few Admi- 
 rers ; it owes all its Lufter to falfe Colours, 
 and thefe it chiefly borrows from the Poets; 
 *tis they thatfmooth the Mcnfler y s Brow, and 
 make her Smile, that conceal her Dejecis, and 
 Jet her off to the greatefl Advantage. How 
 many, w&$ woiid have flarted at the open 
 Pace of Vice, have been enticed into its Fa- 
 tal Embraces by means of thofe bkwitching 
 
 Difgui- 
 
The Preface. 
 
 Difguifes that Poetry has beftow'd on it ? 
 
 Wlio that has any Concern for Religion, or 
 the Happinef of Mankind^ can confider with- 
 out Melancholy , what Store oj profane and 
 lend Poetry thefe late 'Times have produced, 
 how much 'tis valued^ and what great Mif- 
 chiefis done by it? What Numbers of Play r y 
 and other Books oj Poetry and Gallantry, are 
 daily expos' d to Sale, which be fides the Wit 
 (pityfo Excellent a Thing fiould be employ' d to 
 Juchforry Purpofes) contain nothing but Few- 
 el for Mens Corruptions? That burlefjue Re- 
 ligion, defie its Author^ and turn the mi ft 
 ferious Things into fulfom Ridicule} Vice here 
 rides Triumphant, has forgot to blufb, and 
 puts en that Air of Confidence which Truth 
 and Virtue jhould only appear in ; One would 
 think thefe' had refignd up all their Authority 
 to it y and acknowledge d Vice to be the more No- 
 ble and Excellent Thing. The Heathens are at 
 length cenque/d by m> Ancient Rome mu/t 
 give Place to London ; tm&jbdutd the Poets 
 and Comedians of thofe Days return again, 
 they'd freely own themfelves outmatch d by 
 Chrifliansy and wonder at our Improvements 
 in all the Arts of Wickcdnefs. "lis ftrazge, 
 as well as deplorable, to fee what Credit the 
 Leudefl Authors obtain among m ; Ikw jafl 
 their Injection fpreadsy and how fond Men 
 a. e oj the Infiruments of their Ruine. Thefe 
 
 are 
 
The Preface. 
 
 are the Famous Volumes that crowd the Prefs, 
 and enrich the Printer and Bookfelier ! Books 
 of a contrary Strain, tho' their SubjeSis are 
 never fo Noble, and they are Writ with a~ 
 great deal of Senfe and Wit, go off but dully, 
 they want the moft Charming Accomplifhment, 
 and dont agree (God forgive us) with the 
 "Tafte of this refind Age ! To fuch a Degree 
 of Degeneracy are we grown ; and thefe are 
 the difmal EffeEls of Loofe and Impious Au- 
 thors! While War makes Havock abroad, 
 the Stage ruins at home, and proves more 
 Fatal to Mens Souls, than that to their Bo- 
 dies ; the Contagion fpreads wide r our Guilt 
 cries lowd, and, like a mighty Deluge, threa- 
 tens to overwhelm m, 
 
 'tis hop J d however our Condition-is not def 
 per ate: "the Dijeaje is deplorable, but may 
 admit of a Cure. Virtue has (till her Cham- 
 pions and Admirers, who are net aJJiam'd cf 
 her defpis'd Cafe, nor dread to ftem the 
 Tfhr earning Torrent. Some faint Dawnings 
 of Reformation feem to appear, and thing* be* 
 gin to recover a better Afpecl than formerly. 
 Mr. CoUier (to whom the Age can never be 
 fufficiently grateful) hat given the Stage fuch 
 a Blow, m in time fm per fwaded will Ruine 
 or Reform it. The very Anfwers to his Wri- 
 tings do but add to his Triumphs, and lovodly 
 cvnfefs what feeble Arguments f/}ce is f upper- 
 
 ted 
 
The Preface. 
 
 ted with, 'truth and Virtue aye u?i conquera- 
 ble > tho' long Opprefs'd and Smother' d, they'll 
 at length break forth afrefo, mid jhine in all 
 their Native Luftre and Beauty. Happy ! 
 Shcud our Days afford fuch a ProfpeB as this. 
 Should it be told to Poflerity, that thefe Times 
 fate Vice Confounded^ and. Virtue (it En- 
 throned en the Ruine of Impiety. Nor have 
 we any Caufc to defpair of it, (ince we have a 
 Queen* who is the Glory of Princes as well as 
 oj her Sex : A Queen, who not only [everely 
 reproves Vice by her fhining Example , but has 
 often declared her high Indignation againfi it; 
 and who has already, by her Prudent Com- 
 mands, given an EfeSiual Check to fome of 
 the Diforders of the Theatre: Her Majefly, 
 while Jhe confounds her Enemies Abroad, by 
 the Thunder of her Arms, by her Gentle and 
 Pious Government fcatters ample Bleffings on 
 her SubjeEis at Home. 
 
 Gives Glorious Morals to a Vicious Age, 
 To Temples Zeal, and Manners to the 
 
 Stage, 
 Bids the Chalte Mufe without a Blufii 
 
 appear, 
 And Wit be that which Heaven and fhe 
 
 may hear. 
 
 [Prologue fpoke at Court before the Queen 
 on her Majeftfs Birth- Day, i7°3-4-] 
 
 We 
 
The Preface. 
 
 We are blefs'd aljo with fever al truly Great 
 Men, both in Church and State. Great I 
 mean, not fo much on the Account of their Dig- 
 nity as Defer ts. Men whofeem raised up on 
 purpofe for fome Glorious Work ! who are go- 
 vern d by Generous Principles, andfoew how 
 great Moderaratjcn in evry thing, unlefs in 
 tppojing Vice, Bigottry, and Perfecution* 
 So thai ccn/idering thefe things, maynt we one 
 Day hope to fee a Glorious Reformation ? 
 
 One great Obftacle thit lyes flill in the 
 Way is, That there are fo many Men of Ex- 
 traordinary Senfe and Wit engagd in the 
 Caufe oj Irreligion. Woud thefe hut once 
 defert the Sorry Caufe they have- efpous*d, and 
 come over to the Side of Virtue, woud they 
 Jhew but half that Zeal in advancing Religion, 
 they have unhappily done in dif car ding it, the 
 defi/d Work woud go m Glorioufly; for cer- 
 tainly they who can fet off Vice with Advan- 
 tage, and give Sin itfelf an agreeable Prof- 
 PeB, might far more eajtly recommend Virtue ; 
 might with far lefs Pains reform the World, 
 than they are at to mine it. 
 
 Virtue is in itfelf Excellent and Charm- 
 ing, and wants but a little Art to render it 
 Vitlorious. Wou'd but onr great Genius's 
 then employ their Pens in its Service, and by 
 a good Ifije^ witnefs their Sincerity, what a 
 
 Happy 
 
The Preface. 
 
 Happy Change fiould we foon fee ! Howwoud 
 the) attract the Attention of Mankind? What 
 Force or All woud be able to withfiand fuh 
 skilful Advocates when employed m fo good a 
 Caufe? How f aft voud Vice life Ground, 
 and Bhijh at her own Deformity ? How won d 
 the foft and moving Strains of Poetry tame the 
 Savage, infpire the Stupid, melt the Cruel, 
 quench the Flames ofLufl, and blow up the pure 
 Flames oj Devotion \ Thefe woud be the cer- 
 tain Effects of Divine and Virtuous Poetry. 
 May the Wits of the Nation at length make 
 the Experiment, and fo blefs the World and 
 themf elves together. 
 
 'Thus now I have delivered my Mind with 
 fome Warmth and Freedom, but the Importance 
 of the Thing I prefume willfufficiently excufe 
 m e -, not that I expert to efcape uncenfur'd, 
 this were to betray my Ignorance of the Age we 
 live in: But 'tis better I think to fuffer Mans 
 judgment than God's, better be caifur'd for 
 defending Religion, than for being a Traitor 
 to its Cafe. This is what however pleafes 
 me. My feverefi Cenfurers (unlefs more 
 hardned Sinners than Rochcfter himfelj) 
 will when Death approaches them alter their 
 Opinion, and wijh, with me, they had been 
 faithful to God, and to their Qonfacnces ; 
 they'll give a World then to live ever thofe 
 
 precious 
 
The Preface. 
 
 precious Minutes again, which are nm /petit 
 perhaps in the wildeft Extravagancies. Vir- 
 tue will then appear to them in all its Charms, 
 and Vice in all its Deformity; and they 11 be 
 at length lfadly convinced, thatfuch are the on- 
 ly Wife and Happy Men, who fear God, and 
 live as the Heirs of Glory and Immortality. 
 
 It remains now that a Word or "Two b: 
 faid concerning the ColieBicn the WorU is 
 here prefented with ; 'tis partly borrowed jr cm 
 Authors, and partly New. The Authors are 
 Men of unquefii unable Reputation in thefe 
 Matters ; the Poems we, e d?J per s 9 d thro Seve- 
 ral Volumes, and mcfl of them mix'd wit}} o- 
 thers of a quite different Nature, fo that though 
 Printed already, they coud come into but very 
 few Hands, and will be altogether New to 
 mofl People. Our Poets have fo little em- 
 ploy' d their Talents en Divine Sub j eels, that 
 tlmrnumercus Volumes afford nctPcem; enough 
 of that Nature to firrnijh out one Octavo, 
 and for this Reafon we have added fever al 
 New Copies^ which ?nake uj> ahjut holy the 
 Book. 'Tis hep'd thefe will be no Dif grace to 
 the reft. May the vchole be attended with God's 
 Blefjing, and help to revive languijhing Piety 
 among ni. 
 
 DIVINE 
 
Divine Hymns 
 
 AND 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 'HYMN L 
 i. 
 
 H E Glorious Armies of 
 To thee, O mighty K; 
 
 ' Xnumphant Anthems conl 
 knd Hfeflelujahs fi 
 
 II. 
 
 But fti!l their moft exalted Flight* 
 I all vattly Qiort of thee ; 
 
 diftant then muft human Praife 
 From thy PcrfeSions be ! 
 
 b in irt 
 
2 ;Dhine H y m n s and Poem $. 
 
 III. 
 Yet how, my God, fhall I refrain, 
 
 When to my ravifh'd Senk 
 Each Creaiure in their various Ways 
 
 Difplay thy Excellence? 
 
 IV. 
 
 The a&ive Lights that fiune above, 
 
 In their eternal Dance, 
 Reveal their skilful Maker's Praife 
 ..With filent Elegance. 
 
 V. 
 
 The Blulhes of the Morn confefs 
 
 That thou arc much more fair* 
 When in the Eaft its Beams revive 
 
 To gild the Fields of Air. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The fragrant, the refrefliing Breath 
 
 Of ev'ry flow'ry Bloom, 
 In balmy Whifpers own from thee 
 
 Their pleafing Odours come. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The fingle Birds, the warbling Winds, 
 
 And Waters murm'ring fall, 
 To praife the firft Almighty Caufe 
 
 With diiTienc Voices call. 
 
 VIII.Thy 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 3 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Thy numerous Works exalt thee thus, 
 
 And fhall I filent be ? 
 No, rather let me ceafe to breathe, 
 
 Than ceafe from praifing thee. 
 
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 nrmN 11. 
 1. 
 
 BEgin the high celeftial Strain, 
 My ravilh'd Soul, and fmg 
 A folemn Hymn of grateful Praife 
 To Heaven's Almighty King. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ye curling Fountains, as you rowl 
 
 Your filver Waves along, 
 Whifper to all your verdant Shores 
 
 The Subject of my Song. 
 
 III. 
 
 Retain it long, you ecchoing Rocks, 
 
 The facred Sound retain, 
 And from your hollow winding Caves 
 
 Return it oft again. 
 
 B 2 IV. Bear 
 
4 Divine Hymns and Proems." 
 
 IV. 
 
 Bear it ye Winds on all your Wings 
 
 To diftant Climes away, 
 And round the wide-extended World 
 
 My lofty Theme convey. 
 
 V. 
 
 Take the glad Burden of his Name, 
 
 Ye Clouds, as you arife, 
 Whether to deck the golden Morn, 
 
 Or ihade the Evening Skies. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Let harmlefs Thunders rowl along 
 
 The fmooth etherial Plain, 
 And anfwer from the chryftal Vault 
 
 To ev'ry flying Strain. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Long let it warble round the Spheres, 
 
 And eccho thro' the Sky, 
 Till Angels with immortal Skill 
 
 Improve the Harmony. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 While I with facred Rapture fir'd 
 
 The bkft Creator fing. 
 And warble confec rated Lays 
 
 To HeavVs Almighty King. 
 
 H Y M N 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems, / 
 
 HTMN ill. 
 i. 
 
 THou didft, O mighty God, exift . 
 E'er Time begun its Race ; 
 Before the ample Elements 
 FilFd up the Voids of Space, 
 
 II 
 
 Before the ponderous earthly Globe 
 
 In fluid Air was ftaid, 
 Before the Ocean's mighty Springs 
 
 Their liquid Stores difplay'd. 
 
 III. 
 E*er thro 1 the Gloom of ancient Night 
 
 The Streaks of Light appearM, 
 Before the high celeftial Arch, 
 
 Or ftarry Poles were rear'd, 
 
 IV. 
 
 Before the loud melodious Spheres 
 
 Their tuneful Round begun, 
 Before the fhining Roads of Heav'n 
 
 Were meafur'd by the Sun. 
 
 B 3 V. E'er 
 
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 V. 
 E'er thro 7 the Emplrean Courts 
 
 One Hallelujah rung, 
 Or to their Harps the Sons of Light 
 
 Extatick Anthems fung. 
 
 VL 
 
 E'er Men ador d, or Angels knew, 
 Or prais'd thy wondrous Name, 
 
 Thy Blifs (O facred Spring of Life !)■ 
 And Glory was the fame. 
 
 VIE 
 
 And when the Pillars of the World 
 
 With fudden Ruine break, 
 And all this vafl: and goodly Frame 
 
 Sinks in the mighty Wreck; 
 
 VIIL 
 
 When from her Orb the Moon fhali {tart, 
 Th' aftomfiYd Sun rowl back, 
 
 While all the trembling ftarry Lamps 
 Their ancient Courfe forfake ; 
 
 IX. 
 
 Tor ever Permanent and FixM, 
 
 From Agitation free, 
 Unchang 1 d, in everlafting Years 
 
 Shall thy Existence be* 
 
 H T M N* 
 
Divine H Y M x s and P o e m c . 7 
 
 H T M JV IV. 
 
 I. 
 
 TO thee, my God, I hourly figh, 
 But not for golden Stores; 
 Nor covet I the brighteft Gemms 
 On the rich Eaftern Shores, 
 
 II. 
 
 Nor that deluding empty Joy 
 
 Men call a mighty Name, 
 Nor Greatnefs in its gayeft Pride 
 
 My reftlefs Thoughts inflame. 
 
 III. 
 
 Nor Pleafure's fofc enticing Charms 
 
 My fond Defires allure ; 
 For greater things than thefe from thee 
 
 My Wifhes wou'd fecure. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thcfe blifsful, thofe tranfporting Smiles 
 
 That brighten Heav'n above, 
 The boundlefs Riches of thy Grace, 
 
 And Treafures of thy Love, 
 
 B 4 V. Thefc 
 
8 Divine H y m n s and P o i m s, 
 
 V. 
 
 Thefe are the mighty things I crave, 
 
 O make thefe BleiTmgs mine, 
 And I the Glories of the World 
 
 Contentedly refign. 
 
 HYMN V. 
 r. 
 
 IN vain the dusky Night retires, 
 And fullen Shadows fly : 
 In vain the Morn with purple Light 
 Adorns the Eaftern Sky. 
 
 II. 
 
 In vain the gawdy riling Sun 
 
 The wide Horizon gilds, 
 Comes glitt'ring o'er the filver Streams, 
 
 And chears the dewy Fields. 
 
 III.. 
 
 In vain difjpenfing vernal Sweets 
 
 The Morning Breezes Play ; 
 In vain the Birds with chearful Songs 
 
 Salute the new-born Day ; 
 
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D>vine H v M n s and Poems. 
 
 IV. 
 
 In vain, unlefs my Saviour's Face 
 Thefe gloomy Clouds controul, 
 
 And diflipate the fullen Shades 
 That prefs my drooping Soul, 
 
 V. 
 
 Oh ! vifit then thy Servant, Lord, 
 
 Wit') Favour from on high, 
 Arife, my bright, immortal Sun, 
 
 And all thefe Shades will die. 
 
 VI. 
 
 When, when, fhall I behold thy Face 
 
 All radiant and ferene, 
 Without thefe envious dusky Clouds 
 
 That make a Veil between ? 
 
 VII. 
 
 When fhall that long expected Day 
 
 Of facred Vifion be, 
 When my impatient Soul (hall make 
 
 A near Approach to thee 
 
 A 
 
i o Divine Hym.vs and P o e ivis, 
 
 A Paraphrase on John iii. 16+ 
 
 By a Young Lady. 
 
 For God fo kved the World* that he gave 
 his only Begotten Son, &c. 
 
 I. 
 
 YE S, fo God lov'd the World ; but where 
 Are this great Love's Dimenfions ? 
 Ev'n Angels ftop, for baffled here 
 Are their vaft Apprehenfions. 
 In vain theyftrive tografp the boundlefs Thing; 
 Not all their Comments can explain the mighty 
 Truth I lingo 
 
 II. 
 
 Yet fiill they paufe on the Contents 
 
 Of this amazing Story ; 
 How he that fllFd the wide Extents 
 Of uncreated Glory: 
 He whom the Heav'n of Ileav'ns cou'd not 
 
 contain, 
 Shou'd yet within the Sacred Maid's contra&ed. 
 Womb remain, 
 
 III. They 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems, ii 
 
 III. 
 
 They fee him born, and hear him weep, 
 
 To aggravate their Wonder, 
 Whofe awful Voice had fhook the Deep, 
 And breath' d his Will in Thunder: 
 That awful Voice chang'd to an Infant's Cry, 
 Whilft in a feeble Woman s Arms he feer^ 
 conftrain'd to lye. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A God (Ah ! where are are human Boaf. 
 
 Extended in a Manger ! 
 The Lord of all the heav'nly Hods 
 Expos'd to Scorn and Danger ! 
 The Only Bleft, the All-fufficien: weeps, 
 But oh ! who guides the ftagg'ring World while 
 its Prote&or fleeps ? 
 
 V. 
 
 And canft thou Man ungrateful prove ? 
 
 When 'twas for thy Salvation 
 He left thofe fplendid Seats above, 
 His late bright Habitation, 
 Where all his Deity fhone without th' Allay 
 Of a feraphick Vehicle, or deficated Clay. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Where he tranfeendently poflefs'd 
 The Fulnefs of Perfection, 
 
 B <5 Tiio' 
 
$2 Divine H y m n s and P o r m s* 
 
 Tho' here benighted and oppreft, 
 
 The Type of all Dejettion. 
 He asks for Food that gave the Ravens Bread, 
 And the great Founder of the World wants 
 
 where to lay his Head, 
 
 VII. 
 
 But oh! what dark Cataftrophe 
 
 Dees Hell at laft confpire* 
 Behold upon the curfed Tree 
 The Lord of Life expire : 
 Trom this arnaz'd the Sun withdraws his Eye, 
 Afraid to fee his Maker bleed, and the Eternal 
 die, 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The Seraphim that throng'd about 
 'Twixt Hope and Confirmation, 
 New blaze the wond'rous News about 
 The radiant Corporation ; 
 Who vainly ftrive the Myftery to fcan, 
 And fathom the fhipendious Depth of this great 
 Love to Man. 
 
 IX, 
 
 He on the Rights of Juftice flood 
 
 With their exalted Nature, 
 That now thro' Streams of facred Blood 
 
 Wafts ihe terreftrial Creature, 
 
 Wafts 
 
Divine H y m N s and Poem & j 3 
 
 Wafts dully Man to that Felicity 
 Which the Apcrftate Sons of Light muft never 
 hope to fee. 
 
 A Paraphrase on the i/$th Pfalm. 
 By the Earl o( Ho/common. 
 Written at Twelve Tears of Age. 
 
 O Azure Vaults ! O Cryftal Sky ! 
 The World's tranfparent Canopy, 
 Break your long Silence, and let Mortals know 
 With what Contempt you look on Things 
 below. 
 
 Wing'd Squadrons of the God of War, 
 Who conquer wherefce'er you are, 
 Let ecchoing Anthems make his Pralfes known 
 On Earth his Footftool, as in Heav'n his Throne. 
 
 Great Eye of all, whofe glorious Ray 
 Rules the bright Empire of the Day, 
 O praife his Name, without whofe purer Light 
 Thou hadft been hid in an Abyfs of Night. 
 
 Ye 
 
14 Divine Hymns and Poems* 
 
 Ye Moon and Planets, who difpenfe 
 By God's Command your Influence, 
 Refign to him, as your Creator, due, 
 That Veneration which Men pay to you* 
 
 Faireft as well as firft of Things, 
 From whom all Joy, all Beauty fp rings, 
 O praife th' Almighty Ruler of the Globe, 
 Who ufeth thee for his Imperial Robe. 
 
 Praife him ye loud harmonious Spheres, 
 Whofe Sacred Stamp all Nature bears, 
 Who did all Forms from the rude Chaos draw. 
 And whofe Command is th' univerfal Law, 
 
 Ye watry Mountains of the Sky, 
 
 And you fo far above our Eye, 
 Vaft ever-moving Orbs exalt his Name, 
 Who gave its Being to your glorious Frame. 
 
 Ye Dragons, whofe contagious Breath 
 Peoples the dark Retreats of Death, 
 Change your fierce Hiding into joyful Song, 
 And praife your Maker with your forked 
 Tongue. 
 
 Praife him ye Monfters of the Deep, 
 That in the Sea's vaft Bofom Sleep, 
 
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Divine H y m N s and Poem s. i 5 
 
 At whofe Command the foaming Billows roar, 
 Yet know their Limits, tremble and adore. 
 
 Ye Mills and Vapours, Hail and Snow, 
 And you who thro' the Concave blow, 
 
 Swift Executers of his holy Word, 
 
 Whirlwinds and Tempefts, praife th' Almighty 
 Lord. 
 
 Mountains who to your Maker's View 
 Seem lefs than Mole-hills do to you. 
 Remember how, when i\xi\ Jehovah fpoke, 
 All Heav'n was Fire, and Shiai hid in Smoke. 
 
 Praife him fweet Off-fpring of the Ground 
 With Heav'nly NeSar yearly crown'd, 
 And ye tall Cedars celebrate his Praife, 
 That in his Temple Sacred Altars raife. 
 
 Idle Muficians of the Spring, 
 Whofe only Care's to love and fmg, 
 
 Fly thro' the World, and let your trembling 
 Throat 
 
 Praife your Creator with the fweeteft Note. 
 
 Praife him each falvage, furious Beafr, 
 
 That on his Stores do daily feaft, 
 And you tame Slaves of the laborious Plow, 
 Your weary Knees to your Creator bow. 
 
 Majeilick 
 
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 Majeftick Monarchs, Mortal Gods, 
 Whofe Pow'r hath here no Periods, 
 May all Attemps againft your Crown be vain, 
 But ftill remember by whofe Pow'r you reign. 
 
 Let the wide World his Praifes fing, 
 
 Where Tagus and Euphrates fpring, 
 And from the Danube's frofty Banks to thofe 
 Where from an unknown Head great HMhs 
 flows. 
 
 You that difpofe of all our Lives, 
 Praife him from whom your Pow'r derives ; 
 Be true and juftlike him, and fear his Word, 
 As much as Malefafrors do your Sword. 
 
 Praife him old Monuments of Time : 
 O praife him in your youthful Prime. 
 Praife him fair Idols of our greedy Senfe, 
 Exalt his Name fweet Age of Innocence. 
 
 Jehovah's Name fhall only laft, 
 When Heaven, Earth, and all is paft ; 
 
 Nothing, Great God, is to be found in thee 
 
 But unconceivable Eternity. 
 
 Exalt O Jacobs facred Race, 
 The God of Gods, the God of Grace, 
 Who will above the Stars your Empire raife, 
 And with his Glory recompenfe your Praife. 
 
 VE 
 
Divine H y m n s and P o e m s. 17 
 
 TE DEUM 
 
 PAR APHR A SED 
 £> A//-. Dennis. 
 
 A Long Adieu to mortal Lays, 
 Our Voice t'immortal Heights we raife ^ 
 And fing the great Creator's Praife ; 
 Thy Praife, O God, thy boundlefs Praife, 
 In rrore than human Sounds we fing, 
 O for an Angel's towYing Wing ! 
 O ! Rather for thy Spirit to fuflain 
 
 Each matchlefs Strain, tt 
 
 That it may reach Eternal Heights, 
 And in its lofty, daring Flights, 
 The Heaven of Heavens may fcale, 
 Raife all your Voices, ftrike your Strings, 
 
 'Tis God, 'tis God we fing ; 
 Sound all and cry with one accord , 
 Hail thou Supream of Things ! 
 The World's great Author Hail! 
 Hail Infinite Eternal King, 
 The God above all Heights ador'd! 
 
 The 
 
18 Divine H y m n s and Poems* 
 
 We all confefs, and all obey, 
 Proftrate, and low, and trembling, all 
 Before thy dreadful Majefty we fall, 
 Acknowledging thy boundlefs Sway. 
 
 II. 
 
 Such Homage to their Eaftern Kings 
 The Indian and the Perfian brings : 
 But Eaftern Kings [alas] to thee 
 Vain Fantoms are of Royalty, 
 That with a falfe, delufive, Pow'r 
 Appear and vanifli in an Hour. 
 For thee what Homage fliall we find ? 
 Infinite, Independant, Mind. 
 What Homage worthy of the God 
 That can unmake us with a Nod? 
 Look from thy awful Throne on High, y 
 And with thy Omniprefent Eye £ 
 
 Into our Souls RecefTes pry : 3 
 
 There fee a Homage worthy thee, y 
 
 Worthy Eternal Majefty, > 
 
 See profound Humility ; 3 
 
 See Souls entirely mortify'd, 
 Down fenflefs Vanity and Pride ; 
 Vile as thou art vain Man appear, 
 Behold Omnipotence is here. 
 When he who only is, when he 
 Appears, what Worms, what Mites, are we! 
 Nay, we are not, we only feem, 
 We're fcarce a Shadow, fcarce a Dream, 
 
 A 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 19 
 
 A fenflefs Dream of what Is not, 
 That pafTes and is ftrait forgot. 
 Thou only art, for what thou art 
 Thou always wilt be, always wert; 
 For thou art Permanent and Fix'd, 
 Uncreated, and Unmix' d ; 
 The radiant Heavens, and rowling Earth, 
 Owe to thee their wondrous Birth ; 
 Thou of Ten Thoufand Worlds art Lord, 
 And art by every World ador'd ; 
 They all confefs thy Pow'r Divine, p 
 
 For thee they move, for thee they Ihine, £ 
 And every World's for ever thine. ^ 
 
 III. 
 
 And this great Planet Earth, which rowls 
 IncefTantly around its Poles, 
 And till the End of Time mull run 
 Its Giant Race about the Sun ; 
 And moving round the Lamp of Day, 
 O'ertake the Seafons in its way, 
 While flanting in its oblique Flight, 
 It fliortens or prolongs the Night ; 
 Thee Motion's Fountain, and its Source, 
 It worfhips in its endlefs Courfe ; 
 Thee while it turns about the Sphere, 
 Accomplifhing the mighty Year, 
 Its great Creator thee it ferves, 
 And thy eternal Laws obferves, 
 
 Crea. 
 
20 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Creatures to whom great Mother Earth, 
 Fermented by thy Flame, gave Birth ; 
 AH that on Lybian Mountains Roar, 
 Or Flounder on the Indian Shore ; 
 All that in airy Caravans on high, 
 
 Intelligent of Seafons fly, 
 Thro' the vaftDefarts of th' Aerial Sky, 
 All to their Maker Adoration pay, 
 All conftantly thy feveral Laws obey, 
 Which their difl'nguiftYd Tribes and diffe- 
 rent Nations fway. 
 Their Seafons pre-ordain'd by thee they 
 know, 
 
 At thy Command they come, at thy Com* 
 mand they go. 
 
 IV. 
 
 None but irregular Man thy nghtfulSway, 
 Impious irregular Man dares difobey ; 
 Yet impious Man too thee adores, 
 Thee from Cathaian to Peruvian Shores, 
 With namelefs Rights, unnumber'd Tongues, 
 He every Hour implores. 
 Before thy Feet Earth's numerous King-* 
 
 domsall, 
 Before thy Feet a Thoufand Monarchs fall,* 
 And thee their everlafting Father call. 
 And thus they cry, thy potent Breath, 
 Our great Forefather call'd from* more than 
 
 Death. 
 
 Wherz. 
 
Diz'ne H y m N s and Poem s." a I 
 
 When thou faidfl: let him be, the Sound 
 
 Drew him wondering from the Ground ; 
 
 Before thee low the World's great Rulers 
 
 bow, 
 ■Thou art our God, our mighty Maker thou, 
 '.Thou Form'dft us at the firfr, and thou' 
 fuftain'ft us now. 
 
 V. 
 
 Now let us Earth and Earthly things difdain, 
 
 Now let us try a loftier Strain, 
 
 Now let our Souls to Heaven repair, 
 
 Direft their moft afpiring Flight, 
 
 To Fields of uncreated Light, 
 
 And dare to draw Empyreal Air. 
 
 ? Tis done, Oh, Place divinely bright ! 
 
 Oh, Sons of God divinely Fair ! 
 
 Oh Sight ! Unutterable Sight ! 
 
 -Oh, unconceivable Delight ! 
 
 Oh Joy, which only Gods can bear ! 
 
 Hark how their blifsful Notes they raife, 
 
 And fing th 1 Eternal Maker's Praife - y 
 
 How in extatick Song they Cry, 
 Lo we the glorious Sons of Light, 
 
 So Great, fo Beautiful, lb Bright ! 
 
 Lo we the brighteft of Created things, 
 
 Who are all Flame, all Force, all Spirit, 
 and all Eye, 
 Are yet but vile, 2nd nothing in th] 
 Before thy Feet, O mighty King of Kincs ' 
 
 ( 
 
22 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 O Maker of this boundlefs AH ! 
 Thus lowly Reverent we fall ! 
 Thou know'ft how many of us fell, 
 To loweft Shame and loweft Hell ; 
 But thou art Holy, thou, O Lord, p 
 
 Art only fit to be Implor'd, S* 
 
 Of Sacred Sabbath, God Ador'd ! 3 
 
 And thus they pafs Eternity, n 
 
 To thee all Angels in the Sky, /»■ 
 
 And all Archangels loudly Cry ; 3 
 
 The mighty Cherubim, 
 Anfwer the flaming Seraphim, 
 Holy, continually they Cry I 
 O Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord , 
 Of Sacred Sabboth God Ador'd. 
 From them Dominions catch the blifsful Song, 
 And Thrones the glorious Fugue prolong! 
 Holy continually they Cry, 
 Th'HarmoniousThunder rowls along the Skies 
 And to the Golden Orbs it flies. 
 The vafl: Intelligences all on Fire, 
 With flaming Zeal compleat th' immortal 
 
 Quire ; 
 To fing the great Creator all confpire ; 
 All Ranks divinely touch the living Lyre : 
 OHoly, Holy, Holy, Lord, 
 Of Sacred Sabbath, God Ador'd ! 
 Holy th' imperial Spirits cry, 
 Holy the Regents of the Orbs reply. 
 
 To 
 
Divine H y M N s and Poems, aj 
 
 To the great Strain they tune their Spheres, 
 And ravifh even immortal Era's : 
 
 And all th 1 harmonious Worlds on high 
 
 Accompany the Song Divine, 
 
 And in th 1 eternal Chorus join. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thus thee they always worfhip, all 
 
 Thee God of Sacred Sabbath call. 
 
 For thou haft been of holy Reft, 
 
 From vaft Eternity pofTeft. 
 
 When all in yon created Mafs 
 
 Does but appear, and move, and pafs ; 
 
 All moves, all fluctuates, without End, 
 
 But Spirits that on thine depend. 
 Yon glorious Worlds, that floating lye, 
 
 In the profound Abyfs of Sky, 
 In Matter's ftormy Gulph are toft, 
 
 Till in a flaming Wreck they're loft. 
 We that fo far with Angels Ken can Trace 
 Thy Godlike Works along the boundlefs Space, 
 See Nought from endlefs Agitation free, 
 But thee, the Great, th 1 Eternal Mover, thee. 
 Even we are mov'd, even we are toft 
 In blifsful Rapture almoft loft, 
 
 Even we fometimes almoft complain, n 
 
 Of Tranfports that arc near to Pain, £ 
 
 Which without thee wc never could fuftain.3 
 Thou mov'ft us all, yet ever bleft, 
 
 Alone enjoy'ft perpetual Reft : 
 
 Thy 
 
2 4 divine H YM N S tf#i P O E Ai S. 
 
 Thy great All-feeing Eyes ne'er Sleep *, 
 
 And yet for everlafting Days 
 
 They Sat>bath, Sacred Sabbath, keep ; 
 
 The wondrous Subject of bur Praife. 
 But who, tho' mounted on an Angel's Wing, 
 
 Can ever hope to raife his Flight 
 To fuch a towVlng, fuch a Godlike Height, 
 
 As thee with equal Song to iing ? 
 Thee over all the Worlds Supream, 
 Who muft not flag beneath th' Almighty 
 
 Theme. 
 Where-e'er at utmoft Stretch we caft our Eyes, 
 Thro' the vaft frightful Spaces of the Skies, 
 Even there we find thy Glory, there we gaze 
 On thy bright Majefty's unbounded Blaze : 
 Ten Thoufand Suns, prodigious Globes of 
 
 Light 
 At once in broad Dimensions ftrikeour Sight. 
 Millions behind, in the remoter dkies 
 Appear but Spangles to our wearied Eyes : 
 And when our weary'd Eyes want farther 
 
 Strength, 
 To pierce the Void's immeafurable Length, 
 Our vigorous tow'ring Thoughts ftill further 
 
 fly. 
 
 And ft ill remoter flaming Worlds defcry : 
 But even an Angel's comprehensive Thought 
 Cannot extend fo far as thou haft wrought ; 
 Our vaft Conceptions are by Swelling brought, 
 S^-allow'd and loll in Irtfihke tc Nought. 
 
 H YM N 
 
Diviut Hymns and Poems, i$ 
 
 Hymn on the Sacrament. 
 
 By an unknown Hand* 
 
 AN D art thou mine, my cleared Lord ? 
 Then I have all, nor fly 
 The boldeft Wifhes I can form 
 Unto a Pitch more high. # 
 
 II. 
 
 Yes, thou art mine, the Contract's feal'd 
 
 With thy own precious Blood; 
 And e'en Almighty Power's engag'd 
 
 To fee it all made good. 
 
 III. 
 
 My Fears diflblve : For O what more 
 
 Cou'd ftudious Bounty do? 
 What farther mighty Proofs are lefc 
 
 Unbounded Love to fliew ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 LMy Faith's confirmed, nor wou'd I quit 
 
 My Title to thy Love 
 'For all the valu d things below, 
 
 Or fluning things above, 
 
 C V. Nor 
 
%6 Divine H y m n s and Poems. 
 
 V. 
 Nor at the profp'rous Sinner's State 
 
 Do I at al! repine ; 
 No, let 'em parcel out the Earth, 
 
 While Heav'n and thou art mine. 
 
 >a &v 
 
 *im¥Mmmmmm$. 
 
 A Pastoral on the Nativity of 
 our Saviour > in Imitation of <m 
 Italian Paftoral. 
 
 By Mrs. Singer. 
 
 Men ale as. 
 
 SOme mighty things thefe awful Signs portend! 
 Amaz'd, we fee new Stars the Skies afcend ; 
 Athoufand ftrange ufurping Lights appear, 
 And dart their fudden Glories thro' the Air j 
 A dazz'ling Day without the Sun returns, 
 And thro 1 the Midnight's dusky Horror burns. 
 
 ■PaUmon. 
 
 And in the Depth of Winter Spring appears, 
 
 For lol the Ground a fudden Verdure wears; 
 
 The op'ning Flow'rs dlfplay their gaudi'ft Dye, 
 
 And feem with all the Summer's Pride to. vie, 
 
Divine Hymns mi Poems- 27 
 
 Usanio. 
 Nor without MyiVry are thefe Joys that rowl 
 In Torrents thro' my now prophetick Soul. 
 And foftly whifper to my raviftfd Breafr, 
 That more than all the Tribes the Race of 
 Juda'is bleft. 
 
 Mcnalcdr. 
 
 But fee the Eaftern Skies difclofe a Light 
 B:yond the Noontide's flaming Glories bright .« 
 This Way its Courfe the faered Virion bends, 
 And with much State and folemn Pomp defcends. 
 Sonorous Voices eccho from afar, 
 And foftly warble thro 1 the trembling Air : 
 The circling Spheres the charming Sound 
 
 prolong, 
 And anfwer all the Cadence of their Song : 
 And now the faered Harmony draws near, 
 And now a Thoufand heav'nly Torms appear* 
 
 Angels, 
 Immortal Glory give to God on High, 
 Thro 1 all the lofty Stations of the Sky ; 
 Let Joy on Earth, and endlefs Peace enfue, 
 The Great Mefllah's born, thrice happy Mea 
 to vcu. 
 
 
^8 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Uranio. 
 The Great Mefliah born ! Tranfporting Sound \ 
 To the wide World fpread the bleft Accents 
 
 round. 
 What Joy thefe long-expe&ed Tidings bring 1 
 To us is born a Saviour and a King. 
 
 Angels. 
 An Infant in a Virgin's Arms he lyes 
 Who rides the Winds, and thunders thro' the 
 
 Skies ; 
 The God to whom the flaming Seraphs bow, 
 Defcends to lead the Life of Mortals now. 
 
 Mendcas. 
 
 . -Surprizing Pow'r of Love! 
 
 Ev'n God himfelf thy mighty Force does/ 
 
 prove ; 
 Thou rul'ft the World below, and govern'ftj 
 
 all above ! 
 
 Vahmon. 
 You 'fliining Meffengers be farther kind, 
 And tell us where the wondrous Child to find. 
 
 Angels. 
 
 Your glad Condu&eis to the Place we'll be 
 Eager as you this myftick Thing to fee 
 
 Ura- 
 
D rut tie H y m n s and Poems. 29 
 
 Urxnio. 
 Some Prefent to the Infant King let's bear, 
 For Zeal fhou'd always liberal appear. 
 
 Angels. 
 
 Come on, we'll lead you to the poor bode, 
 Where in a Manger lives th 1 Incarnate God, 
 Reduced to lodge among the fordid Beaft, 
 Who all the fpacious Realms of Light poflefs'd ; 
 And he whole humble Minifters we were, 
 Becomes a tender Virgin's belplefs Care. 
 Thro 1 Heav'n but now the hafty Tidings rung, 
 And Anthems on the wond'rous Theme they 
 fung. 
 
 PaUmon, 
 But to what h d of human Race- 
 
 Has Heav'n allotted this peculiar Grace? 
 
 Ye occholfljj Skies repeat Maria's Name, 
 U*tU thro 1 the ftarry Worlds proclaim. 
 In her bright Face celeftial Graces fhine, ^ 
 Her Mind's enricrTd with Treafures all divine, ( 
 From DavicCs Royal Houfe defcends her noble(~ 
 Line. 3 
 
 But fee the humble Seat, the poor Abode, 
 That holds the Virgin with the In r ant God. 
 
 C 1 Mens?. 
 
J*o Divine Hymns and Poems." 
 
 Menalcas. 
 Thee, Virgin-born, thus proftrate I adore, 
 And oifer here the Choice of all my Stare. 
 Untill'd the Earth (hall nowvaftHarvefts yield 
 And laughing Plenty crown the open Field. 
 Clear Rivers in the Defarts fliall be feen, 
 And barren Waftes cloath'd in eternal Green. 
 Inftead of Thorns the ftately Fitr fliall rife, 
 And wave his lofty Head arnidft the Skies ; 
 Where Thirties once, fliall fragrant Myrtles *\ 
 
 grow, / 
 
 The beauteous Rofe on evVy Bum fliall glow^V 
 And from the purple Grape rich Wines un-C 
 
 prefs'd fliall low. J 
 
 Pcilemon. 
 Great Star of Jacobs that fo bright doft rife 
 Turn, lovely Infant, thy aufpkiotjs Eyes; 
 Thisfoft and fpotiefs Wooll to thee I bring, 
 My earlieft. Tribute to the new-born King. 
 With thee each facred Virtue takes its Birth, 
 And Peace and Jfuftice now fliall rule the Earth', 
 Thou (halt- the Bills .of Paradife reft'ore, 
 And Wars and Tumults fliall be heard no more. 
 The Wolf and Lamb fliall now together feed, 
 And with the Ox the Lions favage breed. 
 The Child fliall with the harmlefs Serpent play, 
 And lead unhurt the gentle Beaft away. 
 
 And. 
 
Divine H r M m s and Poems. 31 
 
 And where the Sun afcends the fhining Eaft,'} 
 And where he ends his Journey in the Weft r 
 Thy glorious Name fhall be ador'd and bleft. -^ 
 
 Uranio. 
 
 The Hope of lfratl Hail—with humble Zeal 
 To thee unqueftion'd Son of God, I kneel : 
 All hail to thee, of whom the Prophets old 
 Such mighty things to our Forefathers told. 
 Thy Kingdom fhall from Sea to Sea extend, 
 And reach the fpacious World's remotefl End, 
 The fpicy Ifle, and Sato's wealthy King, 
 To thee from far fhall coftly Prefents bring. 
 Thy ftedfaft Throne fnall (land forever fad, 
 And thy Dominion Time it felf outlaft. 
 
 This gentle Lamb, the bed my Flocks afford, 
 I bring an OfFring to all Nature's Lord. 
 
 Angels* 
 
 And we the Regents of the Spheres, thus low 
 Before Mankind's iflnftrioas Saviour bow, 
 Aftonifh'd, in an Infant's Form we fee, 
 Difguis'd rh 7 ineffable Divinity, 
 Who arm'd withThunder,cn the Fields of Light 
 O'ercame the potent Seraphims in Fight. 
 Thus humbled — O unbounded Force of Love !"7 
 Subdu'd by that from all the Joys above, £" 
 Thou cam'fl: the wretched Life of Alan to prove ^ 
 And thus our ruin'd Numbers will fupply, 
 And fill the Deflations of the Sky. 
 
 C 4 ME J- 
 
3 2 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 %B0G8&i& 
 
 M E S S I A II: 
 
 A Sacred Eclogue, compofed of 
 federal Paffages of Ifaiah the Pro- 
 phet. 
 
 Written in Imitation of Virgil** Pollio, 
 
 YE Nymphs of Solyma! Begin tke Song : 
 To heav'nly Themes fublimer Strains 
 
 belong. 
 The Mofiie Fountains and the Silvan Shades, 
 The Dreams of P Indus, and t\\ Aonlan Maids 
 
 Delight no more O thou my Voice infpire 
 
 Who touch 1 d tfalati's hallow'd Lips with Fire! 
 Rapt into future Times the Bard begun, 
 A Virgin fhall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son. 
 From JeJjVs Root behold a Branch arife 
 Whole facred Flow'r with Fragrance fills the 
 
 Skies. 
 TJi 1 Etherial Spirit o'er Its Leaves fhall move, 
 And on its Top defcends the Myftick Dove. 
 Ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy Neftar pour, 
 And in foft Silence ihed the kindly Show'r: 
 
 The 
 
D'vine Hvmns and Poems. 33 
 
 The Tick, the weak, the healing Plant fhall aid, 
 From Storms a Shelter, and from Heat a Shade. 
 All Crimes lhall ceafe, and ancient Fraud (hall 
 
 fall, 
 Returning Juftice lift aloft her Scale ; 
 Peace o'er the World her Olive Wand extend, 
 And white-rob'd Innocence fromHeav'n defcend , 
 Swift fly the Years, and rife th' expe&ed Morn i 
 O fpring to Light ! Aufpicious Babe be born. 
 See Nature haftes her earlieft Wreaths to bring, 
 With all the Incenfe of the breathing Spring : 
 See lofty Lebanon his Head advance ; 
 See nodding Forrefts on the Mountains dance; 
 See fpicy Clouds from lovely Saron rife, 
 And Carmefs flowVy Top perfumes the Skies ! 
 Hark ! a glad Voice the lonely Defart chears ; 
 Prepare the Way ! a God, a God appears; 
 A God, a God, the vocal Hills reply, 
 The Rocks proclaim trTapproaching Deity. 
 Lo Earth receives him from the bending Skies ! 
 Sink down ye Mountains, and ye Valleys rife : 
 With Heads declin'd , ye Cedars Homage pay ; 
 Be fmooth ye Rocks, ye rapid Floods give way \ 
 The Saviour comes \ by ancient Bards foretold 9 
 Hear him ye deaf, and all ye blind bthold ! 
 He from thick Films lhall purge the vifual Ray. 
 And on the fightlefs Eye-ball pour the Day. 
 Tis he th' obftru&ed Paths of Sound {hall clear, 
 And bid new Mufick charm th 1 infolding Ear, 
 
 C s Th# 
 
34 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 The Dumb fliall fing, the Lame his Crutch 
 
 forgo ; 
 And leap exulting like the bounding Roe. 
 No Sigh, no Murmur the wide World fliall 
 
 hear, 
 From ev'ry Face he wipes off ev'ry Tear. 
 In Adamantine Chains fliall Death be bound, 
 And Hell's grim Tyrant feel tli eternal 
 
 Wound. 
 As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care, 
 Seeks freflieft Pafture and the pureft Air, 
 Explores the loft, the wandring Sheep dire&s ? . 
 By Day o'erfees them, and by Night protects j 
 The tender Lambs heraifesin his Arms, 
 Feeds from his Hand; and in his Bofom 
 
 warms. 
 
 Thus fhall Mankind his guardian Care engage^ 
 
 The promis'd Father of the future Age. 
 
 No more fliall Nation againft Nation rife, 
 
 Nor ardent Warriors meet with hateful Eyes, 
 
 Nor Fields with gleaming Steel be covered o'er 
 
 The Brazen Trumpets kindle Rage no more ;- 
 
 But ufelefs Lances into Scythes fliall bend, 
 
 And the broad Faulchion in a Plow-fliear end. 
 
 Then Palaces fliall rife ; the joyful Son 
 
 Shall finifli what his fliort-liv'd Sire begun ; 
 
 Their Vines a Shadow to their Race fliall yield, 
 
 And the fame Hand that ibw'd fliall reap the 
 
 Field 
 
 The 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 35 
 
 The Swains in barren Defarts with fur prize, 
 Sec Lillies fpring, and fudden Verdure rife, 
 And ftart amidft the thirfty Wilds to hear 
 New Falls of Water munf ring in his Ear : 
 On rifted Rocks, the Dragons late Abodes, 
 The green Reed trembles , and the Bulrulh nods. 
 Wafte fandy Vallies , once perplext with 
 
 Thorn, 
 The fpiry Firr, and fhapely Box adorn ; 
 To leaflefs Shrubs the flowVing Palms fucceed, 
 And od'rous Myrtle to the noifome Weed. 
 The Lambs w r ith Wolves fhall graze the ver- 
 dant Mead, 
 And Boys in flow'ry Bands the Tyger lead j 
 The Steer and Lyon at one Crib fhall meet, 
 And harmlefs Serpents lick the Pilgrim's Feet. 
 The fmiling Infant in his Hand fhall take 
 The crefted Bafilisk and fpeckled Snake : 
 Pleas'd, the green Luftre of the Scales furvey. 
 And with their forky Tongue and pointlefs 
 
 Sting fhall play ; 
 Rife, crown'd with Light, imperial Saltm rife? 
 Exalt thy tow'ry Head, and lift thy Eyes ! 
 See a long Race thy fpacious Courts adorn ! 
 See future Sons and Daughters yet unborn, 
 In crouding Ranks on every fide arife, 
 Demanding Life, impatient for the Skies ! 
 See barb'rous Nations at thy Gates attend, 
 Walk-in thy Light, and in thy Temple bend! 
 C 6 See 
 
jf 6 Divine Hymns and Poem s. 
 
 See thy bright Altars throng'd with proftrate 
 
 Kings, 
 And heap'd with Produ&s of Sabaan Springs V 
 For thee Idumis fpicy Forefts blow, 
 And Seed of Gold in Ophirs Mountains glow^ 
 See Heav'n its fparkling Portals wide difplay, 
 And break upon thee in Flood of Day ! 
 No more the rifmg Sun lhall gild the Mora, 
 Nor Ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver Horn - 
 But loft, difTolv'd in thy fuperior Rays, 
 One Tide of Glory, one unclouded Blaze 
 Overflow thy Courts : The Light himfelf lhall 
 
 fliine 
 Reveal'd, and God's eternal Day be thine ! 
 The Seas lhall wafte, the Skies in Smoke de- 
 cay, 
 Rocks fall to Duft, and Mountains melt away ; 
 But fix'd his Word, hisfaving Pow'r remains, 
 Thy Realm for ever lafts, thy own MeJJlah 
 icigns. 
 
Divine H Y mn s and Poimj. 37 
 
 A Paraphrased Rev. Chap.L 
 from v. 13. ft? v. 18. 
 
 By a Young Lady, 
 
 I 
 
 WH O cou'd and yet outlive th' amazing 
 Sight ! 
 O who could ftand the Strefs of fo much Light ! 
 Amidit the golden Lamps the Vifion flood, 
 Form'd like a Man, with all the Awe and Luftre 
 of a God. 
 
 II. 
 
 A kingly Vefture cloath'd him to the Ground, 
 And radiant Gold his facred Breafts furround, 
 But a!l too thin the Deity to fhroud ; 
 For Heav'nly Rays exprelly fhone thro' the 
 unable Cloud, 
 
 III. 
 
 His Head, his awful Head, was grae'd with 
 
 Hair 
 As foft as Snow, as melted Silver fair ; 
 And from his Eyes fuch a&ive Glories flow, 
 The confeious Seraphs well might vail thei* 
 
 dimmer Faces too, 
 
 IV, His 
 
38 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 IV. 
 
 His Feet were ftrong, and dreadful as his 
 
 Port, 
 Worthy the godlike Form they did fupport: 
 His Voice refembled the Majeftick Fall 
 Of mighty Waves: 'T was Awful, Great, Di- 
 vine, and Solemn, all, 
 
 V. 
 
 His powVful Hand a Starry Scepter held; 
 
 His Mouth a threatning two-edg'd Sword did 
 wield, 
 
 His Face fo wondrous, fo divinely fair, 
 As all the glorious Lights above had been con- 
 trailed there. 
 
 VI. 
 
 And now my fainting Spirits ftrove in varin 
 The uncorrected Splendor to fuftain : 
 Unable longer fuch bright Rays to meet, 
 I dy'd beneath the pond'rous Load at the great 
 Vifion's Feet. 
 
 VII. 
 
 But he that doth the Springs of Life contain 
 Breath'd back my Soul, and bid me live again; 
 And thus began— but Oh with fuch an Air 
 As nothing but a Pow'r Diyine had made me 
 live to hear, 
 
 VIII. From 
 
Divine Hymns and Poem s. y) 
 
 VIII, 
 
 H From an unviewable Eternity 
 " Iwas, I am, and muft for ever be r 
 " Once dead, but now an endlefs Life I gain, 
 " And over Death and Hell triumphant 
 11 reign. 
 
 y4 Pind arick Ode 
 
 O N T H E 
 
 Paffion of our Saviour. 
 
 By Mr. Norris. 
 t. 
 
 SA Y bold, licentious, Mufe, 
 What noble Subjeft wilt thou chufe ? 
 Gf what great Hero, of what mighty Thing, 
 Wilt thou in boundlefs Numbers fing ? 
 Sing th' unfathom'd Depths of Love ; 
 For who the Wonders done by Love can telL 
 By Love, which is it felf all Miracle ? 
 Here in vaft endlefs Circles may'ft thou rove, 
 And like the trav'ling Planet of the Day, 
 In an Orb unbounded Stray : 
 
 Sing 
 
40 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Sing the great Miracle of Love Divine, 
 Great be thy Genius, fparkling ev'ry Line ; 
 
 Love's greateft Myfteries rehearfe, 
 
 Greater than that 
 Which on the teeming Chaos brooding fat, 
 And hatch' d with kindly Heat the Univerfe. 
 How God in Mercy chofe to die, ^ 
 
 To refcue Man from Mifery ; £ 
 
 Man, not his Creature only, but his Enemy- ^ 
 
 II. 
 
 Lo in Gethjemane I feem him proftrate lye, 
 PrefVd with the Weight of his great Agony j 
 The common Sluices of his Eyes, 
 To vent his mighty Paflion won't fuffice ; 
 His tortur'd Body weeps all o'er, f 
 
 And out of every Pore ^ 
 
 Buds forth a precious Gemm of purple Gore J 
 How ftrange the Power of Affli&ion's Rod, 
 When in the Hand of an incenfed God i 
 Like the commanding Wand, 
 In Mofes Hand, 
 It works a Miracle, and turns the Flood 
 
 Of Tears into a Sea of Blood. 
 See with what Pomp Sorrow does now appear, 
 How proud flie is of being feated here ; 
 She never wore 
 So Rich a Dye before. 
 Long was he willing to decline 
 Th' Encounter of the Wrath Divine ,• 
 
 Thrice 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 4* 
 
 Thrice he fent for his Releafe, 
 Pathetick EmbafTies of Peace; 
 At length his Courage overcame his Doubt, 
 Refolv'd he was, and fo the bloody Flag hung 
 out. 
 
 III. 
 
 And now the Tragick Scene's difplay'd, 
 Where drawn in full Battalia are kid 
 Before his Eyes 
 That numerous Hoft of Miferies 
 He muft withftand, that Map of Woe 
 Which he muft undergo, 
 That heavy Wine-prefs muft by him be trod, 
 The whole Artillery of God. 
 He faw that Face whofe very Sight 
 Chears Angels with its beatifick Light, 
 Contra&ed now into adrcadful Frown, 
 
 All death' d with Thunder, big with Death, 
 And Showers ot hot burning Wrath, 
 Which fhortly muft be poured down : 
 He faw a black and difmal Scroul 
 Of Sins paft, prefent, and to come, 
 With their intolerable Doom, 
 Which would the more opprefs his fpotlefs 
 Soul, 
 As th' Elements are weighty prov'd, 
 When from their natiye Station they're re* 
 mov'd. 
 
 He 
 
42 Divine Hymns and Poems: 
 
 He faw the foul Ingratitude of thofe 
 
 Who would the Labours of his Love oppofe? 
 
 Andreap no Benefit by all his Agonies. 
 
 He faw all this, 
 And as he faw, to waver he began, 
 And almoft to repent of his great Love to Man. 
 
 IV. 
 
 When lo I a Heav'nly Form, all bright and 
 fair, 
 Swifter than Thought fhot thro' th 1 enlightn d 
 Air; 
 He who fits next th' Imperial Throne, 
 And reads the Counfels of the great Three- 
 One, 
 Who in Eternity's myfterious Gkfs, 
 Saw both what is, what was, and what muff 
 cometopafs y 
 He came with Reverence profound, 
 And raisM Ms praftmtg Maker ftoffl thgQtmn&i 
 
 Wip'd off the bloody Sweat, 
 With which his Face and Garments too were 
 wet, 
 And comforted his dark benighted Mind 
 With fov'reign Cordials of Light refin'd. 
 This done, with foft AddreflTes he began 
 To fortify his kind Defigns for Man, 
 Unfeal'd to him the Book of God's Decree, 
 
 And fhew'd him what muft be : 
 
 Alledg'd 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 43 
 
 Alledg'd the Ttuth of Prophecies, 
 Of Figures, Types and Myfteries 1 
 
 How needful 'twas thus to fupply 
 With human Race the Ruins of the Sky: 
 
 How this would new Acceffion br ng 
 To the Celcftial Quire, 
 And how withal it would infpire 
 New Matter for the Praife of the great King: 
 How he fhould fee the Travail of his Sou), 
 
 and blefs 
 Thofe Sufferings which had fo good Succefs : 
 How great the Triumph of his Viftory : 
 
 How glorious his Afcent would be : 
 What weighty Biffs in Heav'n he fliou'd obtain 
 
 By a few Hours of Pain, 
 Where to eternal Ages he fhould reign. 
 He fpake — confirmed in Mind the Champion 
 ftood, 
 A Sprit Divmc 
 
 Thro' the thick Veil of Fklh did fhlne ; 
 All over Powerful he was, all over Good. 
 
 Pleas'd with his fuccefsful Flight, 
 
 Th' officious Angel polls away 
 To the bright Regions of eternal Day, 
 
 Departing in a Traft of Light : 
 Iji hafte for News the heavenly People ran ; 
 And joy'd to hear the hopeful State of Man. 
 
 V. And 
 
44 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 V. 
 
 And now that ftrange prodigious Hour, 
 When God muft Subjeft be to human PowV, 
 That Hour is come : 
 Th"' unerring Clock of Fate has ftruck, 
 'Twas heard below down to Hell's lowefl 
 
 Room, 
 And ftrait th' infernal Pow'rs th' appointed 
 Signal took. 
 Open the Scene, my Mufe, and fee 
 Wonders of Impudence and Villany : 
 
 How wicked mercenary Hands 
 Dare to Invade him whom they fliould Adore; 
 With Swords and Staves eneomjafs'd round, he 
 
 ftands, 
 Who knew no other Guards than thofe of Hea- 
 ven before. 
 Once with his powerful Breath he did repd 
 The ruds Afoul ts of Hell \ 
 A Ray of his Divinity 
 Shot forth with that bold Anfwer, I am he. 
 They reel and ftagger, and fall to the Ground* 
 For God was in the Sound. 
 The Voice of God was once again 
 Walking in the Garden heard, 
 And once again was by the guilty Hearers 
 
 fear'd, 
 Trembling feifed ev'ry Joint, and Chilnefs 
 
 ev'ry Vein. 
 
 This 
 
Dhine H y m n s and Poems. 45 
 
 This little Vi&ory he won, 
 Shew'd what he could have done, 
 But he to whom as Chief was giv'n* 
 The whole Militia of Heav'n ; 
 
 That mighty He 
 Declines all Guards for his Defence, 
 But that of his infeparable Innocence., 
 
 And quietly gives up his Liberty. 
 He's feiVd on by the military Bands, 
 With Cords they bind his Sacred Hands; 
 But Ah how weak ! What Nothings would they 
 
 prove ! 
 Were he not held by ftronger ones of Love ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 Once more my wearied Mufe thy Pinions try, 
 
 And reach the top of Calvary. 
 A fteep Afcent ! But mofl: to him who bore 
 The Burthen of a Crofs this Way before. 
 (The Crofs afcends, there's fomething in itfurc 
 
 That Moral is and Myftical ; 
 No Heights of Fortune are from thee fecure, 
 Affli&ions fometimes climb as well as fall.) 
 
 Here breathe a while, and view 
 The doiefufft Pi&ure Sorrow ever drew, 
 
 The Lord of Life, Ileavrfs darling Son, 
 
 The Great, th' Almighty One, 
 VVithout-frretchMArmsnairdto a curfedTree , 
 Crown'd with fharp Thorns, cover'd with In- 
 famy. 
 
 He 
 
<%6 Divine Hy m n s and P o e m s. 
 
 He who before 
 So many Miracles had done, 
 The Lives of others to reftore, " 
 Does with a greater lofe his own. 
 Full three Hours long he did fuftain 
 
 Moft exquifite and poignant Pain : 
 So long the fimpathizing Sun his light with- 
 drew, 
 .And wondered how the Stars their dying Lord 
 could view. 
 
 VII. 
 
 This ftrange Defect of Light f 
 
 Does all the Sages in Aftronomy affright ^* 
 
 With Fears of an eternal Night: 3 
 
 Th' Intelligences in their Courfes ftray, 
 
 And Travellers below miftake their Way, ' 
 
 Wondring to be benighted in the midft of( 
 
 Day ; 
 
 Each Mind is feiz'd with Horror and Defpair, 
 And more o'erfpread with Darknefs than the 
 Air. 
 Fear on, 'tis wondrous all and new, 
 'Tis what paft Ages never knew, 
 Fear on, but yet you'll find 
 The great Eclipfe is ft ill behind-; 
 The Luftre of the Face Divine 
 Does on the mighty .Sufferer no longer fhine ; 
 
 God 
 
Divine Hymns and P o e m s. 47 
 
 God hides his Glories from his Sight 
 With a thick Screen made of Hell's grofleft 
 Night ; 
 
 Clofe wrought it was, and folid all, 
 
 Compacted, and fubftantial, 
 Impenetrable to th' Beatifick Light ; 
 
 Without Complaint he bore 
 
 The Tortures he endur'd before ; 
 But now no longer able to contain 
 Under the great Hyperbole of Pain, 
 He mourns, and with a ftrong pathetickCry, 
 Laments the fad Defertion of the Deity. 
 
 Here flop, my Mufe, ftop and admire, 
 The Breather of all Life does now expire. 
 His wilder Father fummons him away ; 
 His Breath obediently he does refign ; 
 Aijgels to Paradife his Soul convey, 
 And calm the Relicks of his Grief with Hymns 
 Divine, 
 
 M A T 
 
48 Divine Hymns and Poem s. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 O N 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 By an unknown Hand. 
 l 
 
 HAIL facred Salem placed on High ! 
 Seat of the mighty King, 
 What Thought can grafp thy boundlefs Blifs I 
 What Tongue thy Glories fing ? 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy cryftal Towers and Palaces 
 
 Magnificently rife, 
 And dart their beauteous Luftre round 
 
 The Empirean Skies. 
 
 III. 
 
 The Voice of Triumph In thy Streets, 
 
 And Acclamations, found : 
 Gay Banquets in thy fplendid Courts, 
 
 And Nuptial Joys abound. 
 
 IV. Bright 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 49 
 
 IV. 
 
 Bright Smiles on ev'ry Face appear, 
 
 Rapture in ev'ry Eye; 
 From evVy Mouth glad Anthems flow, 
 
 And charming Harmony. 
 
 V. 
 Illuftrious Day for ever there, 
 
 Screams fr«>m the Face Divine: 
 No pale-fac'd Moon e'er glimmers forth, 
 
 Nor Stars, nor Sun, decline. 
 
 VI. 
 
 No fearching Heats, no piercing Colds/ 
 
 The changing Seaibns bring, 
 But o'er the Fields mild Breezes there 
 
 Breathe an Eternal Spring. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Flow'rs with lafting Beauty mine, 
 
 And deck the fmiling Ground, 
 While flowing Streams of Pleaiure all 
 The happy Plains furround. 
 
 D Come 
 
5o 'Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Come y my Beloved, let us go forth in- 
 to the Fields^ let us lodge in the Vil- 
 lages. Cant. 7. 11. 
 
 I. 
 
 THou Objeft'of my higheft Blifs, 
 And of my deareft Love, 
 Come let us from this tirefome World, 
 And all its Cares remove. 
 
 IL 
 
 Among the murmVing cryftal Streams* 
 
 The Groves, and flow'ry Fields, 
 Xet's try the Calm and Silent Joys 
 
 That bleft Retirement yields. 
 
 HI. 
 
 There, far from all the bufie World, 
 
 To thee alone I'll Live, 
 And tafte more Pleafure in thy Smiles 
 
 Than all things elfe can give. 
 
 IV. 
 
 My pure Defires, and holy Vows ? 
 
 Shall Centre all in thee, 
 While evVy Hour to Sacred Love 
 
 Shall confecrated be. 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEfore the rofie Dawn of Day 
 To thee my God, I'll Sing, 
 Awake my foft and tuneful Lyre, 
 Awake each charming String. 
 
 II. 
 
 Awake, and let thy flowing Strain 
 Glide through the Midnight Air, 
 
 While high amid'ft her filent Orb 
 The filver Moon rouls clear. 
 
 III. 
 
 While all the glltt'ring Starry Lamps 
 
 Are lighted in the Sky, 
 And fet their Maker's Greatnefs forth 
 
 To thy admiring Eye 
 
 IV. 
 
 While watchful Angels round the Juft 
 
 As nightly Guardians wait, 
 In lofty Strains of grateful Praife 
 
 Thy Spirit elevate, 
 
 \ D 2 V. A- 
 
% z Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 V. 
 
 Awake my foft and tuneful Lyre, 
 
 Awake each charming String, 
 Before the rofie Dawn of Day 
 
 To thee, my God, I'll Sing 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thou round the Heav'nly Arch doft draw 
 
 A dark and fable Veil, 
 And all the Beauties of the World 
 
 From mortal Eyes conceal. 
 
 VII, 
 
 Agen the Sky with golden Beams' 
 
 Thy Skilful JHands adorn, 
 And Paint with chearful Splendor gay 
 
 The fair afc ending Morn. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And as the gloomy Night returns, 
 
 Or fmiling Day renews, 
 Thy conftant Gfoodnefs ftill my Soul 
 
 With Benefits purfues. 
 
 IX. 
 
 v-Etar this I'll midnight Vows to thee 
 With early Incenfe bring, 
 And e'er the rofie Dawn of Day 
 Thy lofty Praifes fing. 
 
 PSALM 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 53 
 
 PSALM Cxi v. 
 
 YI/Hen ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's Hand, 
 * V Lefc rhe proud Tyrant and his Land, 
 The Tribes with cheerful Homage own 
 Their King, and Judah was his Throne.} 
 
 II. 
 
 Acrofs the Deep their Journey lay. 
 The Deep divides to make them way j 
 The Streams of Jordan faw, and fled 
 With backward Current to their Head, 
 
 III. 
 
 The Mountains fhook like frighted Sheep' 
 Like Lambs, the little Hillocks leap ; 
 Not Sinai on her Bafe could ftand, 
 Confcious of Sovereign Power at Hand. 
 
 IV. 
 What Power could make the Deep divide ? 
 MaKe Jordan backward roll his Tide ? 
 Why did ye leap, ye little Hills > 
 And whence the Fright that Sinai feels ? 
 
 D * V. Let 
 
54 Divine Hymns and Poems, 
 
 V. 
 
 let every Mountain, every Flood 
 Retire, and know th 1 approaching God, 
 The King of ifrael : See him here ; 
 Tremble thou Earthy adore and fear. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He Thunders, and all Nature mourns f 
 The Rock to Handing Pools he turns ; 
 Flints fpring with Fountains at his Word, 
 And Fires and Seas confcfs their Lord. 
 
 r ^ Paraphrased John xxi. 17. 
 JBy ^ Toting Lady. 
 
 YE S, thou that knoweft all, doft know I 
 love thee, 
 And that I fet no Idol up above thee, 
 To thy unerring Cenfu re I appeal, 
 And thou that knoweft all things fure can'ft 
 
 tell: 
 I love thee more than Life or Intereft ; 
 Nor haft thou any Rival in my Breaft : 
 
 I love 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 55 
 
 J Jove thee fo that I could calmly bear ^ 
 
 The Mocks of Fools, and blels my happy Ear/ 
 Might I fiom thee but one kind WhifpcrC 
 
 hear : 
 I love thee fo that for a Smile of thine, 
 Might this and all the brighter Worlds be mine 
 I wou'd not paufe, but with a noble Scorn, 
 At the unequal, flighted Offer, Spurn;. 
 Yes, I to Fools theie Trifles can refign, 
 Nor envy them the World, whilft thou art 
 
 mine : 
 I love thee as my Centre, and can find 
 No Point befides to ftay my doubtful Mind ; 
 Potent and uncontroul'd its Motions were, 
 Till fix'd in thee its only congruous Sphere t 
 Urg'd with a Thoufand fpecious Baits I ftood, 
 Difpleas'd and Sighing for fome diftant Good 
 
 To calm its genuine Di&ates but betwixt 
 
 Them all, remain'd fufpended and unfixt. 
 I love thee fo 'tis more than Death to be, 
 My Life, my Love, my All, depnv'd of thee - 
 Tis Hell, 'tis Honor, Shades and Darknefs, 
 
 then, 
 'Till thou unveil'i! thy heav'nly Face agen : 
 I love thee fo I'd kifs the Dart fhou'd free 
 My fluttering Soul, and fend her up to thee. 
 O woudft thou break her Chain, with what 
 
 Delight 
 She'd fpread her Wings, and bid the World 
 
 good Night ! 
 
 D 4 Scarce 
 
56 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Scarce for my bright Conductors wou'd I- 
 
 ftay, 
 But lead thy flaming Minifters the Way, 
 In their known PafTage to eternal Day. 
 And yet the Climes of Light wou'd fcarce 
 
 feem Fair, 
 Unlefs I met my bright Redeemer there, 
 Unlefs I there could view his charming Face^ 
 And cope all Heaven in his dear Embrace. 
 
 mm is h. 
 
 By a young Lady. 
 
 WOud fome kind Vifion reprefent to me 
 How Bright thy Streets, celeftialSa/m.' 
 be, 
 Vd trace thy fl/ining pearly Paths, and tell 
 How bleft are thofe that in thy Temple dwell. 
 How much more Bright than e'er proud Phccbus 
 
 fhed 
 Are thofe vaft Rays, th 1 eternal Sun does 
 
 fpread ! 
 Cou'd I the Faireft of tew Thoufand view, 
 Wou'd Angels me their Admiration ihew, 
 
 ra 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 57 
 
 Td tell the Virgins, tell 'em o'er agen, 
 
 How Fair he look'd, to the black Sons of Men : 
 
 Might I ( but Ah, while clogg'd with finful 
 
 Flefh, 
 In vain I breathe out the impatient Wifh) 
 But have a Glimpfe of thole fair Fields a- 
 
 bove, 
 Where dreft in Beams the fhining Saints do] 
 
 move, 
 More Gay than all the fancy'd Shades of Love. 
 Where the true Sun of Glory ne'er declines, 
 But with unclouded Vigour always fhines : 
 Where endlefs Smiles celeftial Faces wear, "V 
 No Eye eclips'd with a rebellious Tear, S 
 
 For Grief is an unheard-of Stranger there. 3 
 
 A DIALOGUE between the 
 fallen AngeU and a humane Spirit 
 juft entred into the other World. 
 
 By an unknown Hand. 
 
 Humane Spirit. 
 
 LOng rtruggling in the Agonies of Death, 
 With Horror I refign'd my mortal Breath 
 With Horror long the fatal Gulph I view'd, 
 And Ihiv'ring on its utmoft Edges flood, 
 
 D 5 Till 
 
58 Divine Hymns anlFozus. 
 
 Till forcM to take th' inevitable Leap, 
 
 I hurry 'd headlong down the gloomy Steep : 
 
 And here of every Hope bereft, I find 
 
 My fdf a naked, an unbody'd, Mind, 
 
 My lov'd, my fond, officious, Friends in vain 
 
 My fleeting Soul endeavour'd to retain ; 
 
 In vain its blooming Manfion did invite, 
 
 Grandeur, and Wealth, and Love, and fofc 
 
 Delight, 
 With tempting Calls in vain its Flight would 
 
 ftay, 
 When forc'd by the fevere Decree away. 
 
 ^Tis paft and all like a thin Vifion gone, 
 
 For which I have my wetched Soul undone, 
 And wand'ring on this dark detefted Shore, 
 My Eyes fhall view the upper Light no more. 
 
 Fallen Angels, 
 Then welcome to the Regions of Defpair," 
 Thy Ruin coft us much Defign and Care, 
 And thou hadft Tcap'd but for one happy * 
 
 Snare, 
 
 And in the blifsful Skies fupply'd the Place 
 Of forne falTn Spirit of our nobler Race ; 
 Thou cou'dft the Thirft of Wine or Wealth 
 
 control- 1, 
 And no malicious Sin has ftain'd thy Soul,, 
 But for the Joys of one forbidden Love 
 Haft lofl; the boundkis Extafies abov^ 
 
 Vlumanb 
 
Divine Huins and Poems. 59 
 
 Mum an e Spirit, 
 And all was freely, freely all was loft ; 
 How Dear has one fhort Dream of Pleafurc 
 
 coft ! 
 But yet this fatal, this enchanting Dream, 
 I lhould perhaps to Heaven it fe!f efleem, 
 Were it as permanent : But Ah ! 'Tis gone, 
 And I a Wretch abandon'd and undone ; 
 Of God, of every failing Hope, am hft 9 
 And all my dear Delights on Earth bereft, 
 While here for gilded Roofs, and painted 
 Bowers, 
 
 For pJeafant Walks, and Beds of fragrant 
 
 Flowers, 
 I find polluted Dens, and pitchy Streams, 
 And burning Paths with Beds of raging Flames; 
 Infread of Mufick's fweet infpiring Sound, 
 Repea ted Yells, and endlefs Groans, go round j 
 And for the lovely Faces of my Friends, 
 I meet theGhafrly VifTages of Fiends. 
 A Thoufand namelefs Terrors are behind, ■> 
 Defpair, Confufion, Fury, f eize „ y Mind ; C 
 But wdlmy Griefs no happy Period find ? S 
 
 Fallen Anyls. 
 Count a» the twinkling Glories of t he Sfcv 
 C«» J. lithe Drops thatln the OceLi: '' 
 
 Eternal Years thy Numbers frill Amount. 
 
 D 6 Millions 
 
6o Divine Hymns and Poems, 
 
 Millions of tedious lingering Ages gone, 
 
 Thy Mifery, thy Hell, is but begun. 
 
 As fix'd, as permanent, thy Blifs had been, 
 
 But for one darling, one beloved, Sin ; 
 
 Cold to the Baits of any other Vice 
 
 Beauty alone could thy tond Thoughts entice 
 
 By this, or all our Stratagems had faiFd, 
 
 By this we o'er thy temp'rate Youth prevail'd. 
 
 Poor fottifli Soul ! Below our Envy now, 
 
 For what a Toy didft thou a Heaven forego ! 
 
 Humane Spirit. 
 O tell me not from vt hat fair Hopes I fell, 
 Juft miffing Heaven but aggravates my Hell. 
 
 Fallen- Angeh. 
 Thou know' ft not what thou'ft loft, but we 
 too well 
 The Glories of that happy Place can tell. 
 There endlefs Heights of Extafie they prove,. 
 There's lafting Beauty and immortal Love ;. 
 There flowing Pleafures in full Torrents roul, 
 For Pleafures form'd, this Lofs muft rack thy 
 SouL 
 
 Humane Spirit. 
 With how much cruel Art you aggravate. 
 My Miferies intolerable Weight. 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems> 6 j 
 
 Fallen Angels, 
 
 Our Envy once, thou'rt now become our 
 Scorn, 
 In vain for thee the Son of God was Born ; 
 That mighty Favour, that peculiar Grace, 
 Too Glorious for the falTn Angellcfc Race, 
 Serves only to exafperate thy Doom, 
 And give th' infernal Shades a daiker Gloom. 
 
 Humane Sp'rit. 
 Oh that's the wounding Circumftance of all, 
 To lower Depths of Woe I cannot fall : 
 Ye curft Tormentors, now your Rage is fpent, 
 Your Fury can no further Hell invent ; 
 A Saviour's Title, a Redeemer's Blood, 
 Their Worth till now I little underftood, 
 
 B T M tf. 
 
6 1 Divine Hymns and Poems^ 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 By Mr. Bow den. 
 
 FRom Earth's dull Joys, and fenflefs Mirth, 
 O come, my Sou!, in haft retire^ 
 Affume the Grandeur of thy Birth, 
 And to thy native Heav'n afpire. 
 
 II. 
 
 Here's Nought [Alas ! ] deferves delay, 
 Nought that can bribe thy fwifc remove, 
 
 No folid Ground thy Hopes to ftay, 
 Nor worthy Objeft of thy Love. 
 
 III. 
 
 Its Mines can ne'er thy Treas'ry fill, 
 Nor Fountains cool thy fcorching Rage, 
 
 Its fcanty Feafts thy Hunger kill , 
 Nor all its Seas thy Thirft aflwage. 
 
 IV. Tis 
 
Divine H t m n s and Poems. (?j 
 
 IV. 
 
 Tis Heav'n alone can make thee bled, 
 Can evVy Willi and Want fupply, 
 
 Thy Joy, thy Crown, thy endlefs Reft, 
 Are all above the lofty Sky. 
 
 V, 
 
 There pureft Streams of Pleafure flow, 
 There Wifdom's facred Springs arife, 
 
 There, there, the Tree of Life does grow, 
 Which flourifh'd once in Paradice. 
 
 VI. 
 
 O there immortal Glories (tray, 
 Immortal Songs of Praife refound, 
 
 Immortal Robes the Saints array, 
 
 And with immortal Youth they're crown'd, 
 
 VII. 
 
 There dwells the SovVeign Lord of all, 
 The God that num'rous Worlds adore, 
 
 With whom is Blifs that ne'er does pall, 
 And Joys which laft for evermore. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 No longer then delay thy Flight, 
 
 But mount, O mounr, with eager Wing ! 
 The joyful Stars thy Way will light, 
 
 The joyful Angels round thee fing. 
 
 An** 
 
<?4 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Another. 
 
 TO thee, Dear God, with eager Hafte 
 My panting Soul does move ; 
 To thee the Fountain of my Life, 
 And Object of my Love. 
 
 II. 
 
 Long have I rang'd the Maze of Sin, 
 
 Long fpent my (elf in vain, 
 Too long been fond of falfe Delights, 
 
 And fported with my Chain. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ye Dreams and Shadows now farewell 
 
 Farewel each gilded Toy, 
 A nobler Profpeft chears my Sight, 
 
 I tafte a nobler Joy. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Welcome dear Virtue to my Soul, 
 
 How fweet thy Practice is ! 
 Ten Thoufand Pleafures croud thy Way, 
 
 Thy End's eternal Blifs. 
 
 V. Thy 
 
Divine Hymns and Poe m s. df 
 
 V. 
 
 Thy facred Paths I'll fwifcly run, 
 And cimb from Grace to Grace, 
 
 Till on bleft Zions lofty Mount 
 I view my Saviour's Face. 
 
 VI. 
 
 This, Lord, my folemn Purpofe is. _ 
 
 O may thy Aid confpire, 
 To crown my Labour with Succefs, 
 
 And fill my vaft Defire. 
 
 & & 4fe 46 &.&&&& &&&&&<&&&& 
 
 The Second Psalm 
 
 PARAPHRASED. 
 
 By Sir Richard Blackmore. 
 
 'ITTHat means this mighty Uproar ? Whence 
 VV arife. 
 
 This great Commotion, thefe tumultuous 
 
 Cries ? 
 What has alarm 1 d the Nations ? What Offence 
 Does all the jealous States around incenfe ? 
 What does the Heathen Fire with fo much 
 
 Rage? 
 
 What Jacobs Sons in fuch Defigns engage 
 
 As 
 
&6 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 As they can ne'er effeft ? Or if they do, 
 They'll mifs the End they furioufly purfue. 
 Infatuated Men ! you'll fure repent *\ 
 
 Your raih Attempts, too late the fad Event C 
 Will fliew your Projefts vain, your Malice C 
 impotent. *}. 
 
 Confed'rate Princes wicked Friendfhip make> 
 And in their Anger defp'rate Counfels take 
 Againft their great Creator and his Son, 
 And hope the Lord's Anointed to dethrone. 
 Let us, fay they, affert our Liberty, 
 And keep our Kingdoms from Oppreffion froSj, 
 We'll ne'er agree to vindicate the Caufe 
 Of this new King, nor e'er obey his Laws. 
 Th' Almighty fets his Fav'rite up in Vain, 
 We'll ne'er confent to this Ufurper's Reign. 
 We his proud Yoak will never tamely bear, 
 But will his fervile Chains afunder tear, 
 
 But the Great God, who fits enthroned on high 
 Above the Starry Convex of the Sky, 
 Infultingly will mock their foolifh Pride, 
 Laugh at their Threats, and their vain Plots 
 
 deride. 
 In fiery Indignation he fliall pafs 
 A dreadful Sentence on this impious Race. 
 The Marks of high Difpleafure he fhall fhew, 
 And pour Deftru&ion on th' audacious Foe. 
 
 Thus 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 6f 
 
 Thus from his Throne fublime th' Eternal 
 
 fpoke, 
 And with his awful Voice the Frame of Nature 
 
 (hook, 
 In Spite of all the Princes that combine, 
 Or to retard or fruftrate my Defign, 
 On Zion's Hill my Favourite I'll enthrone, 
 And fix upon his Head th' Imperial Crown* 
 SubmhTive States his Empire fhall obey, 
 And at his Footftool Kings their Scepters lay. 
 He fhall tyrannick Cruelty corre£t, 
 And tenderly his Subjefts Rights prote£h 
 He fhall afTert divine religious Caufe* 
 Heav'ns facred Interefl: manage with Ap- 
 
 plaufe, 
 And rule the World with juft and tqu&Y\ 
 
 Laws. 
 
 To execute his high, important, Charge, 
 My Viceroy I invert with Pow'r at large : 
 Vaft Pow'r I give him, but I give him none 
 But what is mixt with Mercy like my own, 
 No other Pow'r but what is underftood 
 To be intended for his Subjefts Good, 
 His juft and gentle Conduft fhall confefs 
 He feeks his Glory in their Happinefs. 
 
 I to the World will puplifh my Decree 
 That raifes him to regal Dignity. 
 
 Thus 
 
6% Divine Hymns and Poem r. 
 
 Thus faid the Lord, *— let it this Day be* 
 
 known 
 Thou art my begotten only Son, 
 Thy high Defcent let all the Nations own. 
 Thou art entitul'd by thy Royal Birth 
 To all the Realms and Nations of the Earth ; 
 Make thy Demand, and by my Grant Divine 
 The Pagan States and Kingdoms mall be thine* 
 I'll fubjeft all the fpacious Trafrs of Land 
 From Pole to Pole to thy fupream Command. 
 Thou (halt of all the Regions be pofTeft, 
 From the Sun's rifingto the adverfe Weft. 
 Only the Limits which the World furround 
 Thy univerfal Monarchy mall bound. 
 Arm'd with a Rod of Iron thou flialt Reign, 
 O'er proud Oppreflbrs, and their Rage reftrain. 
 Thou fhalt in Pieces dafli like Potters Clay ~ 
 Thy ftubborn Foes, who iniblently fay, / 
 
 We'll ne'er his Title own, nor his Com- { 
 
 mands obey. 3 
 
 Ye foolifh Kings and Potentates be wife, 
 
 And be inftru&ed where your Safety lies. 
 
 The Son of God with Acclamations meet, 
 
 And proftrate lye adoring at his Feet. 
 
 Bow down your Necks to take his gentle Yoak, 
 
 Left yourNegleft his Fury fliou'd provoke. 
 
 If you rcfufe this Monarch to obey, 
 
 Befure you'll perifli in your wicked Way. 
 
 For if his Wrath fo dreadful does appear, 
 
 When fcarcely kindled, what have you to fear, 
 
 Who 
 
Dhine Hymns and Poem s. 69 
 
 Who by your defp'rate Provocations raife 
 The Spark to Flames, and make his Fury 
 
 blaze ? 
 No longer your Subje&ion then delay, 
 The fafe and happy Men are only they, 
 Who, as their Refuge and fecure Defence, 
 Repofe in him their Truft and Confidence. 
 
 «$ & & & & & & <& & §* & 9* & # 3& <£ ft ft 
 
 The Cxlviii PSALM 
 
 PARAPHRASED. 
 
 By the fame Hand. 
 
 YE bright immortal Colonies, 
 That People all the Regions of the 
 Skies. 
 That in your blifsful Seats above 
 Inhabit Glory, dwell in Light and Love ; 
 
 Ye mighty Gen'rals, who command 
 Th'Almighty'sHoft ; ye Mimfters that ftand 
 In his bleft Prefence to receive 
 What Orders he is pleas'd to give ; 
 Ye Guards and Houfhold Servants who refort 
 To pay Attendance at his Court ; 
 
 Yc 
 
70 divine Hymns and Poems, 
 
 Ye Saints and Seraphs who aftonifh'd fee 
 His Greatnefs, and EfTential Majefty ; 
 
 Tune your celeftial Harps, and fing 
 
 The Triumphs of th' eternal King ; 
 
 All ye his heav'nly Hofts applaud 
 In long-continu'd Shouts your Wonder-work- 
 ing God j 
 Ye Sun, and Moon, and Stars, that grace the 
 
 Night, 
 Praife him the unexhaufted Spring of Light, 
 
 Whence your dependant Influence ftreams, 
 Whence you derive your delegated Beams $ 
 
 Exalt his Name, and fpread his Praife, 
 
 As far as you diffufe your Rays. 
 Let all the glorious Worlds above agree 
 
 In this celeftial Harmony; 
 And in the dancing, ecchoing, Spheres around 9 
 Reverberate the Joy, and propagate the Sound, 
 
 Ye thin tranfparent Regions of the Air, 
 
 And all ye flying Nations there, 
 With one melodious Voice th' Eternal's i 
 Praife declare. 
 
 Let Tempefts with their ftormy Noife, 
 And thunder with its roaring Voice, 
 ( God's ©wn Artillery) proclaim 
 Thro' all the liftVmg World th'EternarsFame. 
 
 From 
 
Drj';ue H y M N s arid P o e w s. 71 
 
 Trom ev'ry Quarter all ye Winds arife, 
 
 On whole i wife Wings th' Almighty flies, ' 
 W 7 hen he his Progrefs makes into th' inferior 1 
 SJties. 
 Blow all your Blafts, and all your Breath 
 
 employ 
 In loud Applaufes, and in Songs of Joy. 
 
 Ye Vapours that by God's Command arife, 
 To fill Heav'ns Magazines with frtfh Supplier, 
 And for the Meteors new Materials bring, 
 As you afcend th 1 Eternal's Praifes fing. 
 Ye Clouds that by purfuing Winds are driv'n, 
 Pour with your Rain your Praifes forth, 
 Let thefe afcend as high as Heav'n, 
 While that defcends to blefs the Earth. 
 
 Praife the divine Artificer y 
 
 Ya LightVmgs, which bis Hands prepare ; > 
 And all ye curious Fife- works of the Air. J 
 Praife him ye other Meteors of the Sky, 
 
 Ye Hailrtones, Mills, and woolly Snow, 
 The Manufactures which he works on high 
 
 For Nature's Service here below. 
 
 Let Nature's mighty SovYaign Lord, 
 Be by the Deep and all the Floods ador'd. 
 
 In Confort let the Billows roar, 
 And make his Praife rebound from Shoar to 
 Shoar. 
 
 The 
 
y:i Divine Hymns and PoemsC 
 
 The fcaly People let them dance ; 
 Before 'em let their Lords, the mighty Whales, 
 advance. 
 And High amidftthe Air on this great Day 
 Let all the Water-works from their vaft Noftrils 
 play. 
 
 And while the Deep, the Air, and Sky, 
 Vocal become th' Almighty's Name to raife, 
 
 Let not the Earth ftand Silent by, 
 
 But join to celebrate his Praife. 
 Ye Dragons, Wclves, and all ye Savage Kind 5 
 
 Onecchoing Hills in Confort join'd, 
 
 To him your Adoration pay, 
 Whofe Bounty in the Defart finds you prey ; 
 
 Do you your Gratitude exprefs, 
 And make his Praifes ring thro' all the Wilder- 
 nefs. 
 
 Ye Pines and Cedars tune your felves to play 
 
 Th' Almighty's Praifes on this folemn Day ; 
 
 And fing ye Mountains, Hills, and Floods, 
 
 To th' Instrumental Mufick of the Woods, 
 
 Ye Kings, the King of Kings adore, 
 And at his Feet your borrow'd Scepters lay, 
 Applaud the Spring of all Imperial Pow'r, 
 You're here but Subje&s, and fhou'd Homage 
 
 pay, 
 
 Let 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 73 
 
 Let Songs of Praife the Gratitude atteft 
 Of Aged Men, long by his Favours bleft; 
 Let raptVous Zeal young Men and Maids ' 
 inflame, 
 
 To celebrate their Maker's Fame; 
 Let lifping Infants at his Praifes aim ; 
 
 Let all x\\ Eternal's Works confpire 
 
 To execute this bleft Defign, 
 
 To praife him let them all combine, 
 And make the World one Univerfal Quire. 
 
 oA T>efcriptwn of HELL, 
 
 In Imitation of Mr. Milton, 
 By an unknown Hand. 
 
 DEep, to unfathomable Spaces deep, 
 Defcend the dark, detefted, Paths of Hell, 
 
 The Gulphs of Execration and Defpair, 
 
 Of Pain, and Rage, and pure unmingled Woe; 
 
 The Realms cfendlefs Death, and Seats of Night, 
 
 Uninterrupted Night, which fees no Dawn, 
 Prodigious Darknefs ! Which receives no Light 
 - But from the fickly Blaze of SuIphVousFlam.es, 
 That cad a Pale and Dead Reflection round, 
 Difclofing all the defolate Abyfs, 
 
 D Dread. 
 
74 Divine Hymns and Poems, 
 
 Dreadful beyond what humaue Thought can 
 
 form, 
 Bounded with circling Seas of liquid Fire. 
 Aloft the blazing Billows curl their Heads, 
 And form a Rear along the direful Strand, 
 While ruddy Cat'rafh from on high defcenfl 
 And urge the fiery Ocean's {tor my Rage. 
 Impending Horrors o'er the Region frown, 
 And weighty Ruin threatens from on high ; 
 Inevitable Snares, and fatal Pits, 
 Gulphs of deep Perdition wait below; 
 Whence ifTue long, remedilefs, Complaints, 
 With endlefs Groans, and everlafting Yells, 
 Legions of ghaftly Fiends (prodigious Sight !) 
 Fly all coufus'd acrofs the fickly Air, 
 And roaring horrid, {hake the vaft Extent. 
 Pale meagre Spectres wander all around, 
 And penfive Shades, and black deformed Ghofts. 
 With impious Fury fome aloud Blafpheme, 
 And wildly flaring upwards Curfe the Skies ; 
 While fome , with gloomy Terror in their 
 
 Looks, 
 Trembling all over, downward caft their Eye$, 
 And tell in hollow Groans their deep Defpair, 
 
 Convinc'd by fatalProofs, the Atheift here 
 Yields to the Siarp tormenting Evidence, 
 And of an infinite Eternal Mind, 
 At laft the.challeng'd Demonftration meets 
 
 The 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 7; 
 
 The Libertine his Folly here laments, 
 His blind Extravagance, that made him fell 
 Unfading Blifs,and everlafting C owns, 
 Immortal Traniports, and Ctlcftia; leads, 
 For the fliort Pleafure of a fordid Sin, 
 For one fleet Moment's defpicable Joy. 
 Too late, all loft, for ever loft, he fees 
 The envy'd Saints triumphing from afar, 
 And Angels basking in the Smiles of God. 
 But Oh! That all was for a Trifle loft, 
 Gives to his bleeding Soul perpetual Wounds. 
 
 The wanton Beauty, whofe bewitching Arts, 
 Has drawn Ten Thoufand wretched Souls to 
 
 Hell, 
 Deprived of ev'ry Blandifliment and Charm, 
 All black, and horrid, feeks the Daikeft Shades 
 To Ihun the Fury of revengeful Ghofts, 
 That with vindictive Curfes ilill puriue 
 The Author of their miferable Fate, 
 Who from the Paths of Life feduc'd their 
 
 Souls, 
 And led them down to thefe accurft Abodes. 
 
 The Fool that fold his Heav'n for gilded ( 
 The Scorn of all the Damn'd ev'n here laments 
 His fordid Heaps; which (till to purchafe, he 
 A fecend Time wou'd forfeit all above : 
 Nor covets Fields of Light nor Starry V,V 
 
 E 2 
 
7 5 Divine Hymns and Poe m-s. 
 
 Nor Angels Songs, nor pure unmingled Blifs, 
 
 But for his darling Treasures ftill repines ; 
 
 Which from afar, to aggravate his Doom, 
 
 He fees fome thoughtlels Prodigal confume. 
 
 Beyond them all a miferable Hell 
 
 The execrable Perfecutor finds, 
 
 No Spirit howls among the Shades below 
 
 More Damn'd, more Fierce, nor more a Fiend 
 
 then he 
 Aloud he Heav'n andHolinefs blafp hemes, 
 While all his Enmity to Good appears, 
 His Enmity to Good ; once falfly callM 
 Religious Warmth, and Charitable Zeal. 
 On high, beyond th' unpayable Abyfs, 
 To aggravate his Righteous Doom, he views 
 The blifsful Realms, and there the Schematic, 
 The Vifionary, the deluded Saint, 
 By him fo often hated, wrong'd and fcorn'd, 
 So often curs'd and damn'd , and banifh'd 
 
 thence, 
 He fees him there pofTeft of all that Heav'n, 
 Thofe Glories, thofe Immortal Joys, which he, 
 The Orthodox, unerring Catholic, 
 The mighty FavYite, and Elect of God, 
 With p!l his mifchievous, converting, Arts, 
 'His killing Charity, and burning Zeal, 
 His pompous Creeds, and boafted Faith, lias 
 
 loft. 
 
 ON 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 77 
 
 H E A°V E N. 
 
 By an unknown Hand. 
 
 WHat glorious things of thee, O glorious 
 Place ! 
 Shall my bold Mufe in daring Numbers fpeak p 
 While to immmortal Strains I tune my Lyre, 
 And warbling imitate Angelick Airs: 
 While Extafie bears up my Soul aloft, 
 And lively Faith gives me a diftant Glimpfe 
 Of Glories unreveal'd to humane Eyes. 
 
 Ye Starry Man (Ions, hail: My native Skies; 
 Here in my happy, pre-exiftent State, 
 (A fpotlefs Mind) I led the Life of Gods. 
 But palling, I falute you, and advance 
 To yonder brighter Realms allow'd Accefs. 
 
 Hail, fplencid City of th' Almighty King! 
 Celeftial Salem, fituate above ; 
 Magnificent thy Profpeft, and Auguft, 
 Thy Walls Sublime, thy Tow'rs and Palaces 
 Uluftrious far, with orient Gems appear. 
 There Regent Angels , crown'd with Stars 
 command. 
 
 E 3 High, 
 
78 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 High in the midfr, the awful Throne of God 
 Afcends the utmoft Empirean Arch. 
 TheHeav'n of Heavens, were inconceivelefs 
 
 Light, 
 Such as Infinity alone can prove, 
 IF enjoys th' extreameft Bounds of Happinefsr, 
 And was in perfect Bleffednefs the fame . 
 E'er any Thing exifted but liimfelf ; 
 E'er Time, or Place, or Motion, had a Name ; 
 Before the Spheres begun their tuneful Round \ 
 Or through the Air the Sun had fprcad his 
 
 Beams ; 
 E'er at his Feet the flaming Seraphs bow'd, 
 And caft their fhining Crowns before his 
 
 Throne ; 
 E'er fmiling Angels tun'd their golden Harps, 
 Or lung one Hallelujah to his Praife, 
 But mighty Love which mov'd him to create^ 
 Still moves him to communicate his Blifs, 
 
 O fpeak you happy Spirits that furround 
 His dazling Throne, for you alone can tell, 
 For you alone thofe Raptures can defcribe, 
 And ftem th' impetuous Floods of Joy that rife 
 Within your Breads, when all unvaiFd you. 
 
 View 
 The Wonders of the beatifick Sight : 
 When from the bright unclouded Face of God 
 You drink full Draughts of Blifs and endlefs 
 Love ? 
 
 And 
 
Divine H v m n s *iai P o e m s, 
 
 A'nd phmge your felves in Life's imm 
 
 Fount ; 
 The Spring of Joy which from his dfl 
 
 Throne 
 In endlefs Currents fmoothly glides ax* 
 Thro 1 all the verdant Fields cf Paradice, 
 Thro 1 balmy Groves, wfere on their flow'ry 
 
 Banks, 
 To murm'ring W id foft whirring 
 
 Winds, 
 Fair Spirits In melodious Conlbrtjoki, 
 And fwcetly warble their herolck Loves : 
 For Love makes half their Heav'n, and kindles 
 
 here 
 New Flames and ardent Life in ev'ry Breaft ; 
 While aftive Pleafure lightens in their Eyes, 
 And fparkling Beauty {bines on every Face : 
 Their fpotlefs Minds, all pure and exquii: 
 The nobleft Heights of Love prepar'd to Aft 
 In everlafting Sympathies unite, 
 And melt in flowing Joys Eternity away. 
 
 To thefe bled Shades, and amaran 
 Bow'rs, 
 When dazled with th 1 unfuffcrable Beams 
 Thatiffue from the open Face of God, 
 For Umbrage many a Seraphim reforts : 
 Nor longer here o'er their bright Faces clafp 
 Their gorgeous Wings, which open wide did 
 
 piay 
 
 More 
 
So Divine Hymns and Poe m 3." 
 
 More Radiance than adorns the chearfu] Sun,, 
 When firft he from the roile Eaft looks out : 
 Gentle as Love, their Looks,, ferene as Light, 
 Blooming and Gay as everlafting Springs. 
 
 But Oh! When in the lofty blifsful BowVs, 
 With heav'nly Skill, to the harmonious Lyre,, 
 The clear, the fweet, the melting Voice they 
 
 join, 
 The Vales of Heav'n rejoice, and ecchoing 
 
 loud, 
 Redouble ev'ry charming Clofe agen, 
 While trembling Winds upon their fragrant 
 
 Wings 
 Bear far the foft melodious Sounds away, 
 The fllver Streams their winding Journeys (lay, 
 Sufpend their Murmurs, and attend the Song ; 
 The laughing Fields new Flow'rs and Verdure 
 
 wear, 
 And all the Trees of Life bloom out afrefli. 
 The numVous Suns which gild the Realms of 
 
 Joy 
 
 Dance in their lightfome Spheres, and brighter 
 
 Day, 
 Thro' all th' interminable /Ether Dart, 
 While to the great unutterable Name 
 All Glory they afcribe in lofty Strains. 
 In Strains expreflefs by a mortal Tongue. 
 O happy Regions ! O tranfporting Place ! 
 With what Regret I turn my loathing Eye? 
 
 To 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 8 i 
 
 To yonder earthly Globe, my dusky Seat ; 
 .But, Ah, I muft return, no more allow'd 
 To breathe the calm, the foft, celeftial, Air, 
 And view the myftick Wonders of the Skies. 
 
 The Lamentations of 
 
 J E R £ M I A H. 
 
 By Mrs. Wharton. 
 
 Chapter ift, the Argument. 
 
 Verfe. i. Ihe miferable State of Jerufatem, 
 
 by reafon of her Sins, 12. She complain- 
 eth of her Grief. 18. And confejfeth 
 
 God's Judgments to be righteous 
 
 i.T TOW doth the mournful widow'd^ 
 
 A 1 City bow, (^ 
 
 She that was once fo great : Alas, how low:f 
 
 Once fill'd with Joy, with Defoiation now. *-* 
 
 2. Tears on her Cheeks and Sables on her 
 Head ; 
 She mourns her Lover's Loft, and Comforts 
 dead : 
 
 E $ Alas, 
 
8 2 Divine Hym n s and P o e m s> 
 
 Alas, alas, loft City, where are thofe, 
 
 So proud once to be Friends, now turn'd her 
 
 Foes. 
 
 3. Judah is gone ; alas, to Bondage gone, 
 Amongft the Heathen Judah mourns alone, 
 GrievM, and in Servitude, ftie finds no reft; 
 Follow' d by none but thofe by whom oppreiVcL 
 
 4. The Feafts of Zion, no one now attends ; 
 Unhappy Z?on 9 deftitute of Friends : 
 
 Her Priefts (till figh and all her Virgins mourn 5 
 Becaufe her Gladnefs finds now no return. 
 
 5. Her Enemies are great, and ever high, 
 Still Fortunate, becaufe her Crimes were nigh: 
 Her captiv'd Children ftill her Guilt upbraid, 
 Who mourn, whilft their infulting Foes invade 
 
 6. Her Beauty which excellM, is now no more 
 That Brightnefs which all Nations did adore ; 
 Her Princes are like hunted Harts become, 
 Breathlefs and Faint, whilft the Furfiiit* 1 
 
 goes on : 
 Alas for z/o», all their Strengh is gone. 
 
 7. JmifaUm then thought upon the Hour 
 When flie was Crown d with Peace, Delight 
 
 and Power ; 
 
 Thoughts 
 
ukme H t m R s and Poems. 83 
 
 Thoughts once fo joyful, mournful now \ 
 and vain, f 
 
 The Foe infults, whilft fhe no Help fuftains, { 
 Mocking both at her Sabaths and her Pains. ) 
 
 8. Her Crimes have caus'd her to be far re, 
 iemov'd, 
 
 Jerufalem, who was fo well belov'd. 
 
 All thofe who in her Pride admir'd her Fame ; 
 
 Defpife her now, becaufe they've feen her 
 
 Shame. 
 Sighing, fhe turns away, with Shame dlftrefs'd, 
 Amaz'd, defpis'd, deferted and opprefs'd. 
 
 9. Circl'd with Guilt and Shame, (lie ca 
 
 fly, 
 
 Her Comforts far removM, her End too rtighj 
 She vainly thinks on that 'tis now too late, 
 Behold thofe Griefs, which no one can re 
 Her Fall is fteep, and all her Foes are gre 
 
 jo. Her Sanftnary is by them betra\"d. 
 All her Delights they carelefly invade. 
 Even the Heathen of whom God had laid. 
 They fhould not in her holy Temple tread 
 
 it. Her hungry People Sigh, and give a 
 For Bread, their Trcafnres, left their Liv\ 
 
 Confider, 
 
84 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Confider, Lord, fee her with Cares bow'd 
 
 down, 
 For I am Vile, and Zion left alone. 
 
 12. All you who pafs this way, behold and 
 
 fee, 
 Are my Griefs fmall ? Do others grieve like me ? 
 Are not thefe Sorrows, under which I bow, 
 With which the Lord hath brought my Soul fo 
 
 low ? 
 Turn back and mourn with me, becaufe my 
 
 Lord 
 In his fierce Anger doth no Peace afford. 
 
 23. He from above hath Flames and Horror 
 fent, 
 Girclingmy Soul with Pain and Difcontent; 
 His Snares alas my weary Feet betray. O 
 
 Whilft defolate and faint I mourn all Day £ 
 For Z/Ws loft, her Glory thrown away. ^ 
 
 14. Our Sins have brought thofe Chains* 
 which his Command 
 Hathfaften'd^ now, who can his Power with- ] 
 
 ftand I 
 How they are linked by his almighty Hand. 
 The Lord forfakes, and I am now the Scorn o 
 ©f Enemies, becaufe of God forlorn : >> 
 
 He was my Strength, and now alafs 'tis gone. 5 
 
 15. My 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 85 
 
 15. My mighty Men are all by him caft 
 down, 
 
 They're crufh'd by Numbers and I'm left alone 
 Whilft filently chy Virgin Daughters mourn, 
 Unhappy mournful Judah, left forlorn. 
 
 16. For this I weep, and waft my felf in 
 Tears, 
 
 Becaufe her Help's far off, and Sorrow's near : 
 Ah, wretched Judab, where is now thy Mope : 
 Thy Foes ftill Triumph whilft th> Children 
 Droop. 
 
 17. Zion fpreads forth her Arms to bereliev'd, 
 But who can Comfort whom the Lord hath 
 
 Griev'd : 
 Her Enemies encrearfe and flourifh ftill, 
 By his Command, by his all powerful Will. 
 Ah ! wretched City, fcorn'd and ftiam'd by all, 
 Who can enough lament thy dreadful Fall ? 
 
 18. Yet he is Juft, for I am Guilty found : 
 The Lord, with Righteoufnefs is always 
 
 Crown'd, 
 Ye that pais by fee me with Sorrows drown'd, 
 My weight of Sin hath prsfs'd me to the 
 
 Ground. 
 Who is it now my Freedom can reftore ? 
 My Youth and captive Virgins are no more. 
 
 1* I 
 
8 '6 Divine Hymns and Poh U $• 
 
 19. I call'd for all my Friends, but they 
 
 were gone, 
 Friendfhip grows cold when Mifery comes on : 
 With Hunger pin'd my Prieftsand Rulers dy'd . 
 Within my Walls perifh'd my Strength and 
 
 Guide. 
 
 ao. My Crimes are great, fo are my Sorrows 
 now, 
 Behold, my Lord, fee the affli&ed bow ; 
 Abroad th' unerring Sword bereaves of Breath. 
 And Grief at home is a more cruel Death. 
 
 21. All round me hear my Sighs, and fee 
 my Tears, 
 
 Whilft there is none that can relieve my Cares : 
 My Foes hear and rejoyce at what is done. 
 But thou wilt furely, Lord, at lafl return, 
 And then the Enemy like me will mourn. 
 
 22. Their Crimes are great, turn mighty 
 Lord, and fee, 
 
 Afflift 'em then as thou afflifteft me. 
 
 My Griefs are great, turn therefore and relent? 
 
 My Sighs are many, and my Heart is faint. 
 
 P ff£ 
 
D'rjine H T m N s and Poems. 87 
 
 -* \ vt *« jgfe ;*\ & jgt ;±\ J§1 j& sgfc *** -♦**. ,***. J& ,* ! * » v H aft ' • ♦'-< 
 
 ukkukj Paraphrased* 
 
 By a young Lady. 
 
 I. 
 
 W Hen God from Tern an came, 
 And Cloath'd in Glory from Mount Par an fhone, 
 Dreft in th' unfufferable Flame 
 That hides his dazling Throne,. 
 His Glory foon eclyps'd the once bright Titan s 
 
 Rays, 
 And filled the trembling World with Terror 
 and Amaze ; 
 Refplendent Beams did Crown his awful 
 
 Head, 
 And fhining Brightnefs all around him 
 
 fpread ; 
 Omnipotence he grafpt in his ftrong Hand, 
 And lift'ning Death flood waiting on his 
 
 dread Command : 
 Waiting 'till his refiftlefs Dart he'd throw; 
 Devouring Coals beneath his Feet did glow : 
 
 All 
 
8-8 Divine Hymns and P o e ms, 
 
 AH Nature's Frame did quake beneath his 
 
 Feet, 
 And with his Hand he the vaft Globe did 
 meet ; 
 The frighted Nations fcattered ; 
 And at his Sight the bafliful Mountains fled ; 
 The everlafting Hills rheir Founder^ Voice 
 obey, 
 And ftoop their lofty Heads to make tV Eter- 
 nal way. 
 The diftant Ethiops all Confufion are, 
 And Mldlans trembling Curtains cannot hide 
 their Fear : 
 When thy fwift Chariots pafs'd the yielding 
 
 Sea, 
 Thy blufhing Waves back in Amazement flee \ 
 Affrighted Jordan Hops his flowing Urn, 
 And bids his forward Streams back to their 
 Fountain turn. 
 
 ir. 
 
 Arm'd with thy mighty Bow, 
 Thou marched'ft out againft thy daring Foe : 
 
 And very terrible thou didft appear 
 To them, but thus thy darling People chear : 
 < c Know Jacobs Sons, lam the God of Truth, 
 u Your Father Jacob's God, nor can I break my 
 " Oath: 
 
 The 
 
Divine Hym n s and Poem s. 8 9 
 
 The Mountains fhook as our dread Lord ad- 
 vanced, 
 And all the little Hills around them danc'd: 
 The neighb'ring Streams their verdant Banks 
 
 o'eiflow, 
 The Waters faw and trembled at the Sight, 
 
 Back to their old Abyfs they go, 
 And bear the News to everlafting Night: 
 The Mother Deep within her hollow Caverns 
 roars, 
 And beats the filent Shores ; 
 The Sun above no longer dares to ftrive, 
 Nor will his frighted Steeds their wonted Jour- 
 ney drive. 
 The Moon to fee her Brother flop his Ctrr 
 Grew pale, and curb'd her Sable Reins for 
 
 Fear j 
 Thy threat'ning Arrows gild their flaming 
 Way, 
 And at the glittering of thy Spear the Heathen 
 dares not ftay. 
 Thy very Sight does them fubdue, 
 And arnVd with Fury thou the Vi&'ry doll 
 purfue* 
 
 SERA. 
 
) j Divine Hymns and Poem s> 
 
 48. ^ «& ^ ^ ^ .& ^ & & & & & % & - J 
 
 SERAPHICK LOVE 
 
 2?j' #g unknown Hand* 
 
 I. 
 
 THou Beauty's vaft Abyfs, Abftraft of all 
 My Thoughts can lovely, great, or fpierw 
 did call ; 
 To thee in Heav'nly Flames, and pure Defires, 
 ?vly ravifh'd Soul impatiently afpires. 
 
 II. 
 
 With Admiration, Fraife> and endlefs Love, 
 Thou film the wide refplendent Worlds above> 
 And none can Rival, or with thee Compare, 
 Of all the bright Intelligences there. 
 
 III. 
 
 What Vapours then , what fhort-liv'd Glo- 
 ries be 
 The Faireft Idols of our ScnCe to thee? 
 Before the ftreaming Splendor of thine Eye> 
 The languid Beauties fall away and die. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Farewel then, all you fiat Delights of Senfc, 
 Ym charnvd with a Sublimer Excellence, 
 
 To 
 
Jiviue H v m > s and P o % m s, 5 i 
 
 To whom all mortal Beauty's but a Ray, 
 Afcatter'd Drop of his o'erflowing Day. 
 
 V. 
 How flrongly thou my panting Heart dofi: move 
 With all the Holy Extafies of Love ! 
 In thefe fweet Flames let me expire, and fee 
 Unveil 1 d the Brightnefs of thy Dehy. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Oh ! let me die, for there's no earthly Blifs 
 My Thoughts can ever reliih after this ; 
 No, deareft Lord, there's nothing here below, 
 Without thy Smiles, to pleafe, or fatify mc 
 now, 
 
 umx cmx « w uf^ 
 
 The Truncation of Elijah. 
 
 By cm unknown Hand. 
 
 [IS Lecture to the fad Young Prophets done ? 
 And laft Adieus, the Rev'rend Seer goes 
 on, 
 Obedient as the Sacred InftinS: guides, 
 And now advanced to Jordan's verdent fides; 
 Eli -ah with his great SuccefTor flood, 
 And gave a Signal to the paffing Flood; 
 
 TV 
 
p2 Divine H r mn s and Poems. 
 
 Th' obfequious Waters flay, for well they know 
 
 What to his high Authority they owe,' 
 
 While Wave on Wave with filent Awe crowds 
 
 back, 
 
 To leave a clean, and fpacious,fandy, Track. 
 
 Elijah on with his Companion goes, 
 
 Behind 'em fcon the Cryftal Ridges clofe, 
 
 No more reversed, the- troubled Current < 
 
 flows. 
 
 Then forward ftill they went, difcourfing High 
 
 Of Heavenly Blifs and Immortality, 
 
 When from a Cloud breaks , (like the Purple 
 
 Dawn) 
 
 By Fiery Steeds a Fiery Chariot drawn! 
 
 A glittering Convoy fwift as that defcends, 
 
 And in an Inftant parts trf embracing Friends ; 
 
 To the bright Carr condufl the Man of God, 
 
 And mount agen the fteep i^therial Road. 
 
 The parting Triumph lightens all the Air 
 
 With ruddy Luftre, than high Noon more fair, 
 
 And Paints the Clouds than Evening Beams 
 
 more Gay, 
 
 Thro' which with wond'rous Speed they cut 
 
 their Way. 
 
 Now lofty Piles of Thunder, Hail, and Snow, 
 
 Th' Artillery of Heav'n, they have below ', 
 
 Below the glimm'ring Moon's pale Regency ' 
 
 They leave, and now more free afcend the Sky, 
 
 Breathing agen Immortal Air, nor here 
 
 Kefent the Preflure of the Atmofphere; 
 
 By 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 95 
 
 By Holy Extafies and Flames intenfe, 
 
 HerePurg'd from all the Dregs of mortal Sence, 
 
 With Heavenly Luftre eminently Gay 
 
 Elijah wondring does himfelf Survey; 
 
 All o'er Sureys himfelf, and then the Skies, 
 
 While new ftupendious Objects meet hisEyes. 
 
 With his new Being pleas'd thus, the firft man 
 
 As juft to Live and Reafon, he began 
 
 On Hills, and Valleys, Groves and Founnains, 
 
 Gaz'd, 
 With Skies and Light thus ravifh'd, thus amaz'd. 
 But now the utmoft Firmament they cleave, 
 And all the Starry Worlds behind them leave, 
 Hark , Angels Sing ! Of Light appears new 
 
 Streaks f 
 Celefrial Day with gawdy Splendour breaks! 
 On Heav'ns Rich Solid Azure now they tread 
 Theblifsful Paths that to God's Prefence led, 
 While to the new Inhabitant all the Way 
 Loud welcomes on their Harps his Guardians 
 
 Play, 
 A Thoufand joyful Spirits crowd to meet. 
 The glorious Saint, and his Arrival great 
 
 Par. 
 
94 Vfafae H y m n s and P o e 'h s. 
 
 A A A A £ A A Aft & A A A A A A A A 
 
 Paraphrase on the 29th. Pfalm. 
 
 YE mighty Princes, and ye Gods of Earth! 
 Who Great by Merit as you're Great by 
 Birth, 
 With Look Imperial irrike a trembling Awe 
 In proftrate Slaves, to whom your Words are 
 
 Law! 
 Confefs the Lord, the mighty Lord, to be 
 In Pow'r unrivall'd as in Majefty. 
 The Honours you receive, repay to him 
 With double RevVence, as he's God's Supream, 
 Vifit the Temple bieft by his Abode, 
 But fee the Glory, and you'll own the Gcd ; 
 'Twill warm your Breafis with true Devoti-*% 
 on's Fire, / 
 
 And wondrous Tho'ts with wondrous Words \ 
 infpire, I 
 
 And join your Praifes to the Solemn Quire. J 
 The yielding Clouds obey his pow'rful Voice. 
 And Earth and Ocean tremble at the Noiie. 
 Through the wide Heavns his rowling Thun- 
 ders found. 
 With whatMajeftick Dread and Horror crown'd! 
 Nor Depth, nor irately Bulk, the Trees defend, 
 At his Approach the fhady Forefts bend. 
 
 Ncr 
 
Divine Hymns and Poem s. 9*5 
 
 ? 
 
 Not Libanus his ancient Pride can boaft, 
 His Honour's now in rude diforder loft, 
 The (batter 1 d Branches from the Trunk arcC 
 toft. * 
 
 Nor funder'd long, an equal Fate t hey {hare, , 
 Branches and Trees are whirl'd aloft in Air, 
 Nor does the furious Shock the jealous Moun- 
 tains fpare. 
 
 His forked Lightnings cut their mining Way, 
 And with brisk Flafhes thro' the Clouds they 
 
 play. 
 To vaft wild threatning Defarts too, afar, 
 -With rapid Speed he fends the ftormy War .5 
 The ftormy War whole Defarts overthrows, j 
 Pleas'd with the hideous Ruin on it goes, > 
 Till horrid Kadljh ftill more horrid fhews. 3 
 "The helplefs Hinds, thro 1 Terror and Surprize, 
 Their doubtful laboring Weight difcharge with 
 
 Eafe. 
 .Bold Ravagers their wily Coverts bare, 
 -Search their known Dens, and ihake with confci« 
 
 ous Fear ; 
 But Pious Worfbippers his Temple feek, 
 And there fecurely of his Glory fpeak; 
 'Tis God, fay they, 'tis God lets King above, 
 Tlim can the Mighty from his Throne remove! 
 'Tis he protefts us from our bloody Foes, 
 Thunder and Lightning are at his Difnofc ; 
 He'll be our Strength, and tc cempJeat the Blfft, 
 Will grant the BleiTings of a lading Peace. 
 
 A DIA- 
 
$6 Divine H .y m n s and Poems- 
 
 A T>IALOGVE betzveen 
 the Soul, Riches, Fame, and 
 Pleafure. 
 
 By an unknown Hand. 
 
 Riches. 
 
 D Eluded Mortal, turn and view my Store, - 
 While all my glitt'ring Treafures I ex- 
 plore. 
 The Gold of both the Indian Worlds is mine, 
 And Gems that in the Eaftern Quarries flhine, 
 Forme advent'rous Men attempt the Main, O 
 And all the Fury of its Waves fuftain! ^ 
 
 For me all Toils and Hazards they difdain. 3 
 Fojnrne their Country's fold, their Faith betray'd 
 The Voice oflntreft ne'er was difobey'd. 
 
 Sou!. 
 Yet I thy tempting Offers can defpife, 
 Nor lofe a Wifli on fuch a worthlefs Prize. 
 When yonder fparkling Stars attraft my Sight, 
 Thy Gold, thy boafted Gems lofe all their Light, 
 
 My 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 57 
 
 My daring Thoughts above thefe Trifles rife, 
 And aim at glorious Kingdoms in the Skies. 
 I there expeft Celefral Diadems, 
 Out-fhining all thy counterfeited Gems. 
 
 Fame. 
 
 'Tis nothing ftrange that thy ambitious Mind 
 In fordid Wealth fhould no Temptation find. 
 But I have Terms which thy Acceptance claim 
 Heroick Glory, and a mighty Name! 
 To thefe the greateft Souls on Earth afpire, 
 Souls, moll endowed with the Celeftial Fire ; 
 Whom neither Wealth nor Beauty can inflame; 
 Thefe hazard all for an Uluftiraus Name, 
 
 Soul. 
 And yet thou art a meer Fantaftick Thing, 
 Which can no folid Satisfa&ion bring. 
 Should I in coftly Monuments furvive, 
 And after Death in Men's Aprlaufes live, 
 What Profit were their vain Applaufe to me, 
 If dooirfd below to endlefs Infamy? 
 Sunk in Reproach, and everlafting Shame, 
 With God, and Angels, where's my promis'd 
 
 Fame? 
 But if their Approbation I obtain, 
 And deathlefs Wreaths, and heavenly Glories / 
 
 gain, >■ 
 
 I may the World's falfe Pageantry difdain. 3 
 
 F Phafmr* 
 
^ 8 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Plenfure. 
 But where the Bans of Wealth and Honour fail 9 
 ThMnchanting Voice of Pleafuremay prevail. 
 The Lewd and Virtuous both my Vaffals prove ; 
 No Breaft fo guarded but my Charms can move. 
 All that delights Mankind attends on me, 
 Beauty and Youth, and Love, and Harmony. 
 I wing the fmiling Hours, and gild the Day, 
 My Paths are fmooth, and ffow'ry all my Way, 
 
 Soul. 
 But Ah ! thefe Paths to black Perdition tend, 
 There foon thy foft deluding Vifions end. 
 Thofe fmooth, thofe flow'ry Ways, lead down 
 
 to Hell, 
 Where all thy Slaves in endlefs Night muft 
 
 dwell. 
 The Read of Virtue far mere rugged is, 
 But O ! it leads to Everlaftlng Blifs. 
 And all beyond the thorny PafTage lies 
 The Realm of Light dlfcover'd to mine Eyes. 
 Gay Bowers, and Streams of Joy, and lightfome 
 
 Fields, 
 With happy Shades, the beauteous Profpeft 
 
 yklds ; 
 Thofe blifsful" Regions I fhall fhortly gain, 
 Where Peace and Love, and endlefs Pleafures 
 
 reign. 
 
 The 
 
I 
 
 Divine H y m n s and Poe m s. 99 
 
 V:e $%th Chapter of JO'd Tranjlated. 
 
 By Mrs. Sing e r. 
 
 N Thunder now the God his Silence broke, 
 And from a Cloud this lofty i.u:^ua 3 e 
 fpoke. 
 
 Who, and where art thou, fond, prefumotu- 
 
 ous, Man, 
 That by thy own weak iMeafures mine woua\T: 
 
 fcan ? 
 Undaunted as an enual Match for me, 
 btand forth, and anfwer my Demands zi thee. 
 
 And fir ft let thy Original be trae'd, 
 And tell rne then what mighty Tj ing 1 1' "u waft 
 When to the World my potent V'. ord g \ t Birth, 
 And fixt the Centre of the iioating Eai tti ? 
 Lid ft thou aiTift with one deigning I ho jght ^y 
 Or'my Idea's rectifie in ought, > 
 
 \* hen from Confufion I this Order brorg^t rj 
 Whenlike an Arriftlthe Line ftretcb'd cur, 
 And markt its wide Circumference about, 
 Didft thon contribute, Job, the neejlfal A : J, 1 
 WhenI the Deep, and ftrongFoundations lai 
 And with my Hand the rifing Pillars ftay'd? 3 
 
 \\h 
 
 en 
 
,i oo Divine H y m n s and Poems. 
 
 When fiomthe perfect Model of my Mind 
 The vaft and {lately Fabrick wasdefign'd, 
 So wondrous, fo compleat in ev'ry Part, 
 Adorn'd with fuch Variety of Art, 
 The Sons of Light the goodly Frame furvey, 
 As their own Seats Magnificent and Gay. 
 Around the fliining Verge of Heav'n the Crowd, 
 And from the Cryftal Confines, fhout aloud. 
 For Joy the Morning Stars together fang, 
 And Heav'n all o'er with glad Freludiums rang. 
 
 Were the tumultuous Floods by thee con- 
 troiil'd, 
 When without Bounds the foaming Billows 
 
 roul'd ? 
 Didft thou appoint 'em then their oozy Bed^ 
 And humid Clouds o'er all their Surface fpread? 
 Affixing Limits to trT imperious Deep, 
 The Limits it perpetually {hall keep, 
 Tho' mounting high the angry Surges roar, 
 And dafh themlelves with Rage againft the Shore. 
 
 When did'ft thou fu.mmon up the ling'ring 
 Day, 
 And hafte the lovely blufhing Morn away? 
 Swift as my flaming MefTengers above, 
 Its gaudy Wings of my Direction move. 
 
 Haft 
 
Divine H r m n s and Poems. ic t 
 
 Haft thou furvey'd the Ocean s dark Abode 
 The fteep Defcents, the Vaults and craggy 
 
 Roads, 
 Thro' which hollow Rumour rufh the nethei ' 
 
 Floods 
 
 Or haft thou meafur'd the prodigious Store 
 Of Waves that in thofe ghaftly Caverns roar ? 
 Or haft thou, Job, the Fatal Valley trae'd, 
 And thro' the Realms of Death undaunted pafs'd 
 Where the pale King a nifty Scepter weilds, 
 Ai:d reigns a Tyrant o're the dusky Fields ? 
 Daft thou the Pure Immortal FountainS 
 
 know, I 
 
 From whence thofe numVous Streams of Glory > 
 
 flow, C 
 
 Which feed the radiant Lamps that in the,) 
 
 /Ether glow ? 
 Or from what Caves the fullen Shadows rife 
 When, like a Deluge, Night involves the Skies ? 
 How does the Sun his Morning Beams display 
 Thro' golden Clouds, and fpread the iudden Day, 
 When breaking from the Ealt, all frefli and fair, 
 He dances thro' the glitt'ring Fields of Air ? 
 At his Approach all Nature looks more Gay, 
 Thro' ev'ry Grove refrefhing Breezes play, 
 And o'er the Streams, and o'er the Meadows, 
 
 ftray. 
 
 Doft thou the Clouds amidft the Alrfuftain, 
 And melt the floating Rivers down in Rain. 
 
 F i Whea 
 
102 Divine Hymns and Poem s, 
 
 When overcharge, the yielding Atmofphere 
 No longer now the watry Load can bear ; 
 On gloomy Wingsthe founding Tempeft flies, 
 And heavy Thunders roul along the Skies ; 
 Around the airy Vault fierce Lightnings play 
 And burn themfelves thro' folid Clouds away : 
 With Water, who the Wildernefs fupplies ? 
 And tell me whence the Midnight Dews arife ? 
 Or from what cold and putrifying Womb 
 The Ice and nipping hoary Frod: does come ? 
 What fecret Pow'r its fluid Parts cement, 
 Congeal, and harden, the fofc Element ? 
 All ftifTand motionlefs the frozen Deep, 
 No curling Winds its mining Surface fweep. 
 
 Canfl: thou the chearing Influences flay 
 Of thofe mild Stars which deck the Spring fo gay? 
 Or loofe the iullen Planets Icy Bands, 
 Which Frofts, and rough Tempeftuous Winds, 
 
 commands ? 
 Canfl: thou bring out Fair Ma-z roth's fultry Beam ? 
 Or guide thro' Heav'ns Blue Tracks the Starry 
 
 Team ? 
 Do all the fhining , vaft Machines above 
 By thy Contrivance in fuch Order move ? 
 If fo—- Still thy Divinity to prove. 
 Set open now the Flood-gates of the Sky. 
 And call a mighty Deluge from on high, 
 Kindle prodigous Light 'nings , and command 
 The burning Flames with a daring Hand , 
 
 ru 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 103 
 
 Til then confefs thou haft an Arm like me , 
 And that thy one Right Hand can iuccour 
 thee. 
 
 // Y M N. 
 
 Whom have I in Heaven but Tliee, &c. 
 Piai. 73- *J. 
 
 ify an unknown Hand. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE Calls of Glory , Beauties Smiles, 
 And Charms of Harmony , 
 Are all but dull infipid Things, 
 Compared, my God, with thee, 
 
 II. 
 
 Without thy Love I nothing crave 3 
 
 And nothing can enjoy , 
 The profer'd World I fliou'd negleft 
 
 As an unenvied Toy. 
 
 III. 
 
 The Sun, the numerous Stars, and all 
 The Wonders of the Skies, 
 
 F 4 If 
 
ro4 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 If to be purchasM with thy Smiles 
 Thou know 1 ft I wou'd defpife. 
 
 IV. 
 
 What were the Earth, the Sun, the Stars, 
 
 Or Heav'nit felf, to me, 
 My Life, my everlafting Blifs , 
 
 If not fecur'd of thee. 
 
 V. 
 
 Celeftial Baw'rs, Seraphick Songs ,. 
 And Fields of endlefs Light, 
 
 Wou'd all unentertainlng Prove 
 Without thy Blifsful Sight. 
 
 By an unknown Hand. 
 
 I Come, I come, and joyfully obey 
 The Fatal Voice that fummons me away.* 
 With Pleafure I refign this mortal Breath , 
 And fall a willing Sacrifice to Death. 
 O welcome Stroke that gives me Liberty ! 
 Welcome as to the Slave a Jubilee. 
 Of the vain World I take my laft Adieu, 
 The promis'd Land is now within my View; 
 The Clouds difpel, the ftormy Danger's paft 
 And I attain the peaceful Shores at laft. 
 My Hopes dear Objefts now are all in Sight, 
 The Lands of Loye, andunexhaufted Light, 
 
 The 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 105 
 
 The flowing Streams of Joy, and endlefs Blifs 
 The lhining Plains, and Walks of'Paradice, 
 The Trees of Life, Immortal Fruits and Flowers, 
 The tall celeftial Groves, and charming Bowers. 
 I breathe the balmy Empirean Air, 
 The Songs of Angels, and their Harps, I hear 
 And fcarce the fierce tyrannickjoycan bear 
 
 ;$ 
 
 S ^f^Sfr^ ff^ff*-*^® 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 I. 
 
 IMmortal Fountain of my Life, 
 My laft, my nobleft, End. 
 Eternal Centre of my Soul, 
 Where all its Motions tend. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thou Object of my deareft Love, 
 
 My Heav'nly Paradice, 
 The Spring of all my flowing Joys, 
 
 My everlafting Blifs. 
 
 III. 
 
 My God, my Hope, my vaft Reward, 
 
 And all I wou'd pofTefs, 
 Still more than thefe pathetick Names 
 
 And charming Words exprefs ! 
 
 F 5 Th.. 
 
10S Divine Hymns and Poems.' 
 
 Thoughts on D EAT H. 
 
 By a Toung Lady. 
 
 I. 
 
 I'M almoftto the Fatal Period come, 
 My forward Glafs has well nigh run ltslaff; 
 E'er a few Moments I muft hear the Doom, 
 Which ne'er will be recall'd when once 'tis 
 paft. 
 
 II. 
 
 Methinks I have Eternity in View, 
 
 And dread to reach the Edges of the Shore, 
 
 Nor doth the Profpeft the lefs difmal fhcw 
 For all the Thouiands that have launch'd be. 
 fore. 
 
 III. 
 
 Why weep, my Friends? What is their Lofs to 
 mine ? 
 
 I have but one poor doubtful Stake to throw 
 And with a dying Pray'r my Hopes refign, 
 
 If that be loft, I'm loft for ever too. 
 
 IV, 'Tis 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 107 
 
 IV. 
 
 Tis not the painful Agonies of Death, 
 
 Nor all the gleomy Horrors of the Grave ? 
 
 Were that the worft,unmov'd I'd yield myBreath, 
 And with a Smile the King of Terrors brave. 
 
 V. 
 
 But there's an After-day, 'tis that I fear : 
 
 Oh, who frail hide me from that angry Brow ? 
 
 Already I the dreadful Accents hear, 
 Depart from me, and that for ever too. 
 
 Paraphrase on Cant. vii. n. 
 
 By the fame Hand. 
 
 I. 
 
 COme, thou moft charming ObjecT: of my 
 Love, 
 What/s all this dull Society to us ? 
 Let's to the peaceful Shades and Springs remove, 
 Im here uneafie, tho' I linger thus, 
 
 II. 
 
 What are the Trifles that I leave behind r 
 I've more than all the valu'd World iii thee, 
 
 F 6 Wl 
 
io8 Divine Hymns and Poums. 
 
 Where all my Joys and Wifhes are confin'd, 
 Thour't Day, and Life, and Heav'n it felf 
 to me. 
 
 III. 
 
 Come, my Beloved, then let us repair 
 To thofe bleft Seats where we'll our Flames* 
 improve, 
 Oh, with what Heat fhall I carefs tkee there ! 
 And in fweet Tranfports give up all my Love. 
 
 Paraphrase on Micah vi. 5 5 7. 
 By the fame Hand. 
 
 I. 
 
 TI^HerewitH fhall I approach this awful Lord? 
 yY What fhall I bring ? 
 
 What Sacrifice 
 Will not fo great a Deity defpife ? 
 Tell me you lofty Spirits that fall down, 
 The neareft to his Throne, 
 O tell me how, 
 Or wherewithal fhall I before my own and 
 your dread Maker bow ? 
 Will QarmeTs Verdant Top afford 
 No equal Offering ? 
 %tn Thoufand Rams : A bounteous Prefent 
 
 When, 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. *0£ 
 
 When all the Flocks upon a Thoufand fpacious 
 
 Hills are his, 
 Will Streams of Fragrant Oil his Wrath 
 ccntroul ? 
 Or the more precious Flood 
 Of my dear Firft-born's Blood, 
 Compound for all my Debts, and make a full A- 
 tonement for my Soul ? 
 
 II. 
 
 If not, Great God, what then doft thou require ? 
 Or what wilt thou defign to accept from me ? 
 All that my own thojgiv'ft me leave to call 
 I willingly agen refign to thee, 
 My Youth, with all its blooming Heat, 
 My Mufe, and ev'ry raptur'd Thought to thee I 
 dedicate. 
 'Tis fit the Product of that Sacred Fire 
 Shou'd to its own Celeftial Orb retire^ 
 
 And all my darling Vanities 
 
 For thee I'll facrifice : 
 
 My fav'rite Vice and all, 
 Among the reft promifcuoufly fhall fall ? 
 No more the fond B-loved Sin I'll fpare, 
 Than the great Patriarch wou'd have done his 
 
 Heir. 
 And this, Great God, altho' a worthlefs Prize, 
 Is a fincere, entire, and early, Sacrifice. 
 
 DlA- 
 
no Divine Hymns and Poems.' 
 
 DIALOG UE between a good Sprit 
 newly parted from the Body, and 
 the Angels that came to conduct 
 him to Glory. 
 
 K 
 
 By Mr. Bow den. 
 
 Spirit. 
 T length the difmal Strife is part, 
 The cruel Bond diflblv'd that held 
 me back fo faft. 
 I felt when firft the curdling Blood grew cold, 
 And rapid Wheels of Life no longer roul'd ? 
 With Joy I felt all this, with J y relign'd 
 My vital Breath, and left the Fiefh behind : 
 Long, long Iftruggled with my mortal Chain/ 
 Long bore the double Load of Sin and Pain ? 
 Long figh'd and wifliM for this aufpicious Day, 
 And went-er'd at the Moments dull Delay. 
 Wide was the Gulf, and Deep, but now Fmo'er^ 
 Am landed fafe on the Eternal Shore. 
 Welcome for ever then this happy Change, 
 Welcome the charming Paths I now fliall range ; 
 Welcome firft Dawnlngs of Immortal Light, 
 Welcome ye glorious Beings to my Sight, 
 
 Angels. 
 
Druine Hym n s and Poems, hi 
 
 Angels. 
 And Welcome, Welcome, to our peaceful Arms, 
 We come to guard thte from all future Harms ; 
 From Heav'ns high Court we come — th' Eternal 
 
 King, 
 Whofe Will we all obey, and Praifes fing, 
 Sent us thus far, (fo Great his Bounty is I) 
 To waft thee to the Seats of endlefs Blifs : 
 This Morn we left his Throne— The conquer'd 
 
 Light 
 Lagg'd dully after, wondring at our Flight. 
 
 Spirit. 
 
 O Sacred Minifters of Heav'ns Decree ? 
 O you that ftream with radiant Majefty! 
 Why on this MefTage fent ? Why this Regard( 
 
 to me ? 
 Return, return, to Heav'n from whence you 
 
 came, 
 There warble Hymns to the Creator's Name, 
 Make dining Circles there around his Throne, 
 'Tis he deferves fuch Guards, and he alone : 
 Unworthy Tin fuch a Grace to fhare ; 
 Unworthy of your leaft Regard or Care. 
 
 Angels . 
 Not thy Deferts, but free, unbounded, Love, 
 Was all the Spring that cou'd thy .Maker move. 
 
 That 
 
ii2 Divine Hymns and Foe r* r 
 
 That Love which did at firft they Being raife, 
 Preferve thy Health, and number out thy Days ? 
 And all thofe num'rous ample Gifts beftow 
 While yet a Tenant of the World below ? 
 That Love which fent his Dear and Only Son 
 To Ranfom thee, and all Mankind, undone; 
 Sent him to feel th' Extreams of Mifery, 
 To want, to mourn, be tortur'd, bleed and die ; 
 Which fhelter'd thee from th' avenging Stroke, 
 And Hell's Eternal Chain afunder broke: 
 Which Heavn's Immortal Doors fet open wide, 
 And did in Cbining Paths of Virtue guide; 
 Ev'n that now fends us forth to lead the Way 
 To the bright Regions of Celeftial Day. 
 
 Not come we only for Solemnity, 
 To make a pompous Progrefs thro' the Sky : 
 Thou need'ft thefe Rays, thou needTt thefe 
 
 potent Arms, 
 To guide and guard thee ftom furrounding 
 
 Harms ; 
 
 For long's the Way, and vaft , thou art to 
 fleer, 
 No Land-marks there, nor beaten Roads appear 
 Ten Thoufand, Thoufand, Thoufand, Leagues, 
 
 and more, 
 Thou muft thro' Fields of tracklefs /Ether foar, 
 And here thou'lt pafs th' unhofpitable Plains, 
 Where Night in everlafting Silence reigns, 
 
 Where 
 
Divine H Y M N s and Poems. 113 
 
 Where no Glad Rays do e'er the Gloom adorn, 
 Save what by us are in our PafTage worn: 
 There mighty Orbs will roul acrofs the Skies, 
 And Comets of prodigious Form and Size, 
 Myriads of Starry Worlds furprize thy Sight 
 With Blazes of unfufferable Light. 
 
 Thus then by Turns thou'lt need our power- 
 ful Aid, 
 Our Rays to Light, and fpreading Wings to 
 Shade. 
 
 Bcfides< Apoftate Angels in thy Way, 
 
 More thick than falling Leaves of Autumn 
 
 ftray ; 
 Thefe, were we abfent, tho' they can't deftroy^ 
 In fpight would all their hellifh Arts annoy : 
 Some drcft in hideous Shapes, wou'd ftalk be* 
 
 fore, 
 Some dog it after with infernal Roar;. 
 Some Icy Hills along thy PafTage ftrow, 
 Some make thro' Pitchy Clouds red Light- 
 
 'ning glow, 
 Some Thunder from above, fome from below. 
 And when thefe frightful Methods don't avail, 
 Nor fhock thy Peace, nor make thy Courage fail, 
 They'll next with tender , flatt'ring Charms 
 
 amufe, 
 And all their foft enticing Arts will ufe ; 
 
 Will 
 
ii'4 Divine Hymns and, Poems, 
 
 Will feem like us, Celeftial Angels fair ; 
 Such their Proportion, fuch their Alien and Air? 
 In all the Bloom of Heav'nly Youth appear, 
 And with melodious Sounds invite thy Ear : 
 Here warbl'ing Birds will fofrly hover round, 
 While Silver Fountains murmur to their Sound i 
 There flow'ry Fields their Fragrancy difpenfe, 
 And with Ten Thoufand Beauties court thy 
 
 Senfe. 
 Thefe Arts 3 and more, if found alone, they'll 
 
 try 
 To curb thy foaring Flight, and (rain thy Piety. 
 But at our Sight they feel a trembling Awe, 
 Run howling o'er the Wafte, and to their Dens 
 
 withdraw. 
 
 Nor think we fuch a Charge as this difdain^ 
 And undergo the humble Task with Pain, 
 For ev'ry Part of the Almighty's Will, 
 With eager Joy, with Raptures, we fulfil; 
 But Love it felf *s a pow'rful Motive here, 
 Love makes thee to thefe Eyes, thefe Arms 
 
 moft dear. 
 Let's then afcend— -And thus we fp read our 
 
 Wings, 
 And thus we foar— Adieu to earthly Things. 
 
 Spirit. 
 
 Adieu, adieu, with Joy, dear Guides I go ? 
 
 Adieu the naufeous Sink of Sin and Woe* 
 
 No 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 115 
 
 No more fhall I thofe difmal Profpe&s view, 
 Which did each Day my bitter Griefs renew. 
 No more behold the Periecutors Rage y 
 Nor all the monftrous Vices of the Age. 
 In Mefechhs curfed Tents no morefhall dwell, 
 No more be tortur'd with the Sons of Hell. 
 No more fhall Sin's foul Stains pollute my Soul* 
 Nor earthly Cares my better Part controul. 
 No more fhall bear Difeafes cruel Smart, 
 Nor feel Death's Fatal Arrows wound my Heart 
 
 Angels. 
 No, happy Soul, thy Tragick Part is o'er, 
 Thy Sorrows all are fled, thy Dangers are no more* 
 Pure Love, triumphant Peace, and high Renown 
 Shall float around thee now, and all thy Labours 
 
 crown. 
 Happy the Day that faw thee leave thy Sin, 
 And bravely Vertue's fhining Ra:e begin. 
 That faw thee hearken to the Voice of God, 
 His Laws obey, and tremble at his Rod. 
 Saw thee diffolve before his flailing Love, 
 And towards his awful Throne in holy Breath- 
 ings move. 
 O had'ft thou frill thy darling Vice purfu'd, 
 And {till been like thy Tempters, Vain and 
 
 Lewd, 
 .How wretched now had been thy certain Fate! 
 And in what Floods of Tears woud'ft thou repent 
 too late ? 
 
 Thou 
 
 \ 
 
ii 6 Divine H y m n s fl/zd? Poem s. 
 
 Thou mull, for thefe kind Looks and Arms of 
 
 ours 
 Have felt the Fury of Infernal PowVs* 
 To Hell's dark Prifon in their Paws been 
 
 drawn, 
 Where Goblins ftalk, Snakes hifs, and Monflers 
 
 yawn ; 
 Where roaring Flames, and Shrieks of thefe in 
 
 Pains, 
 Mix with the Yells of Fiends, and Clinks of 
 
 Chains ; 
 Where no bright Mam difplays a chearful ' 
 
 face, 
 But crouding Horrors fill the gloomy Space, 
 And numerous dreadful Woes all Joys for ever* 
 
 chace. 
 But now thou'rt fafe— and now to Heav'n we" 
 
 go, 
 To Heav'n , where Ties of endlefs Glory ^ 
 
 flow, 
 And Light's diffuiive Rays no Limits know j 
 Where Scenes of Blifs, and charming Wonders, 
 
 dwell, 
 Wonders too big for Angels Tongues to tell ! 
 There fits th' Almighty thron'd in awful 
 
 State, 
 As kind as High, as Good as he is Great ; 
 From thence his Eyes remotefl: Cornes pierce, 
 And range thro' all the fpacious Univerfe, 
 
 From 
 
EiviM H v M k s and P o i m s. 117 
 
 From thence he fcatters^ BleiTings, and from- 
 
 thence 
 Does Sovereign Rule to numerous Worlds dlf-^ 
 
 pence, 
 While rneanefV Creatures feel his chearing In- 
 
 . fluence. 
 Immorral Beams his dazling Throne furround, 
 And in his Prefence .all Delights abound. 
 Seraph, and Cherub, bow before his Seat, 
 And Everlafting Songs of Praife repeat : 
 Down proftrate at his Feet themfelves they lay, 
 His mighty Name adore, and dread Commands 
 
 obey. 
 Thefe, and the Saints, fliall thy Compani- 
 ons be, 
 The Saints, from all their Im per feci: ions Free, I 
 And grac'd with Knowledge, Love, and Piety. 
 We all are there array'd in Heav'nly Light, 
 And all in ftri&eft Bonds of Love unite. 
 And jointly all with rapt'rous Ardour ilng 
 Glad Hallelujahs to th' Eternal King. 
 There too thou fhak thy Kind Redemer fee, 
 W 7 ho fconVd his State, and left all Heav'n for 
 
 thee ; 
 Shalt feelthe Tranfportsof his charming Face, 
 And dwell for ever in his Dear Embrace. 
 Thy Pious Friends who fought with Vice below, 
 And flood the Torrent till Death's Fatal Clow, 
 
 In 
 
1 1 3 Divine H ymns and Poems. 
 
 In thefe bleft Manfions thou agen fhalt find 
 More Pure, more Wife, more Generous and 
 
 Kind. 
 Thy Dear Palemon, Dearer than thy Soul, 
 Whofe mighty Lofs thou did'ft fo long condole 
 Who with thee joy'd to run the glorious Race, 
 With equal Love, and with an equal Pace, 
 Shall thee agen with foft Cardies meet, 
 And in io*ud Welcomes thy Arrival greet j 
 You both Iball now your Sacred Flames Improve 
 Shall both diffolvein pureEmpireal Love, 
 For ever both in thefe bright Realms remain, 
 In Joys be delug'd, and in Glory reign. 
 
 ft ft ft ft ft & ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft 
 
 Paraphrase on Malachi iii 
 
 By a young Lady. 
 
 IN vain ye murmur ; we have ferv'd the 
 Lord; 
 As vainly lift'ned to his fiatt'ring Word ; 
 He has forgot, or fpake not as he meant, 
 Elie why are we thus idly penitent? 
 Ye call the Haughty, Bleft, erecting thofe •-% 
 That dare my Judgments impioufly oppofe, ( 
 And own, nay, almoft boaft, themfelves my^ 
 Fees : 3 
 
 Whofe 
 
TOvlut Pym n s and Poems. 119 
 
 Whofc Crimes wcuM, were I not a God, com- 
 mand 
 The Baming p <Mts from my unwilling Hand. 
 
 Then they thac feai d my great and awful 
 
 Name, 
 The only few that dar'd oppofe the Stream, 
 Unmov'd, again ft he vulgar Tonent flood, 
 In fpight of t - 1 w ioiutely Good j 
 Not taxing * h undeconi lnlblcnce 
 The dark Enigm; jfmy Piovi'.i-e* 
 • But few me ftill lilulVous ttra the a-ne, 
 And lov'd, and f^ake, Q>afce often bFrhy Name, 
 As oft I clouly liftned, nor (hall they 
 Pafs unrewarded at the lafr grear Day.5 
 When all their Piou c er vices I*:! o,\n, 
 For in my Records T fhall find rhem down = 
 Their Brows I'll crown with Wreaths of Vi- 
 
 ftory, 
 Whllft Men and Angels ftand Spe£httors by ■ 
 Aloud I'll then, aloud (Proclaim them mine, 
 And 'mongft my brighteft Treaiues they fhall 
 
 fhine ; 
 Their Frailty with more Tendernefs than e'er 
 A Father did his only SoriS, I'll fpare ; 
 
 And then, — but oh ! too late, you'll find it 
 
 then, 
 Who were the Wife, the only Thinking Men: 
 
 Th 
 
 en 
 
2 2o Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Then you fhall nothing but Deridon meet, 
 Whiift Angels them with loud Applaufes greet. 
 
 The MFDITATION. 
 i. 
 
 muft be done, my Soul, but ? tis a 
 ftrange, 
 
 A difmal, and myfterious Change ! 
 When thou fhalt leave this Tenement of Clay 9 
 And to an unknown Somewhere wing away, 
 When Time fhall be Eternity, and thou 
 Shalt be thou know'ft not what , and live thou 
 know'ft not how. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ama2ing State! No Wonder that we dread 
 
 To think of Death, or view the Dead ; 
 Thou'rt all wrapt up in Shades, as if to thee 
 Our very Knowledge had Antipathy : 
 Death could not a more fad Retinue find, 
 Sicknefs and Pain before, and Darknefs all be- 
 hind. 
 
 III. 
 
 Some courteous Ghoft tell this great Secrecy^ 
 What 'tis you are, and wemuft be. 
 
 You 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems, ill 
 
 You warn us of approaching Death, and 
 why ? 
 
 May we nor know from you what 'tis to die ? 
 
 But you having fhot the Gulph, delight to fee 
 Succeeding Souls plunge in with like Uncer- 
 tainty. 
 
 IV. 
 
 When Life's clofe Knot by Writ, from Deftiny, 
 
 Difeafe fhall cut, or Age untye, 
 When after fome Delays, fome dying Strife, 
 The Soul ftands fhivering on theRidge of Life, 
 With what a dreadful Curiofity 
 Doesflie launch out into the Sea of vaft Eternitv, 
 
 V. 
 
 So when the fpacious Globe was deluged o'er. 
 And lower Holds could fave no more, 
 On th' utmoft Boughs th' aftonifh'd Sinners 
 
 flood, 
 And viewed th' Advances of th' incroaching 
 
 Flood ; 
 Oe'r-topp'd at length by th' Elementslncreafe 
 Vith Horror they reilgnd to theuntry'd Abyfi 
 
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 G 
 
122 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 TheLXllld Chapter of Ism ak 
 Paraphrased to the Sixth 
 Verfe. 
 
 A Pindarick ODE, 
 I. 
 
 STrange Scene of Glory ! Am I well awake ? 
 Or is't my Fancy's wild Miftake ? 
 It cannot be a Dream, bright Beams of Light, 
 Flow from the Vifion's Face, and pierce my 
 tender Sight. 
 No common Viuon this , I fee 
 Some Marks of more than humane Majefty. 
 
 Who is this mighty Hero ? Who ? 
 With Glories round his Head, and Terror in 
 
 his Brow ? 
 From Bozrah lq, hue comes, a Scarlet Dye -^ 
 O'er fpreads his Cloaths, and does outvie £- 
 The Blufhes of the Morning Sky. 3 
 
 Triumphant and Vi&oriousiie appears. 
 And Honour in his Looks and Habit wears. 
 Howftrong he treads ? How ftately does he go? 
 
 Pompous and Solemn in his Pace, 
 And full of Majerry, as is his Face. 
 
 Who 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 123 
 
 Who is this mighty Hero ? Who ? 
 Tis I, who to my Promife Faithful Hand; 
 I who the Powers of Death, Hell and the Grave 
 Have foird with this All* conquering Hand ; 
 I, who moft ready am, arid mighty too, to fave, 
 
 II. 
 
 Why wear'ft thou then this Scarlet Dye ? 
 
 Say mighty Hero, why ? 
 Why do thy Garments look all Red, 
 Like them that in the Wine-prefs tread ? 
 The Wine-prefs I alone have trod, 
 Thatvaftunweildly Frame which long didftand 
 Unmov'd, and which no mortal Force could 
 
 e'er command ; 
 That pond'rous Mafs I ply'd alone, 
 And with me to aflift were none. 
 A mighty Task it was, Worthy the Son of God, 
 Angels flood trembling at thy dreadful Sight, 
 Concerned with wliatSuccefs Iihouid go thro' 
 The Work I undertook to do ; 
 Enrag'd I put forth ail my Might, 
 And down the Engine prefsM, the violent Force 
 
 JifturbMtheUniverfe, put Nature out of Courfe: 
 The Blood gufh'dout in Streams and chequefc 
 o'er 
 My Garments with its deepeft Gore, 
 ornamental Drops bedeck'd I flood, 
 Lnd writ my Viftory with my Enemies BJ00J. 
 
 n 
 
1 24 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Ill 
 
 The Day, the Signal Day, is come, 
 When of my Enemies I muft Vengeance take ; 
 The Day when Death fhall have its Doom , 
 And the dark Kingdom with its Powers fhall 
 
 fr.ake. 
 Fate in her Kalendar mark'd out this Day with 
 
 Red, 
 She folded down the Iron Leaf, and thus fhefaidU 
 This Day, if ought I can divine be true, 
 Shall for a Signal Victory 
 Be celebrated to Pofterity : 
 Then fhall the Prince of Light defcend, 
 And refcue Mortals from th 1 Infernal Fiend, 
 Break through his ftrongefl: Forts, and all his 
 
 Hoils fubdue. 
 Thisfaid, flie ftvut the Adamantine Volume clofe, 
 And wifli'd fhe might the crowding~Years tranf- 
 pofe ; 
 So much fhe long'd to have the Scene difplay. 
 And fee the vaft Event of this important Day 
 -And now in midit of the revolving Years, 
 This great, this mighty one appears: 
 The Faithful Traveller, the Sun, \ 
 
 Has number 1 d out the Days, and the fct Period ( 
 run : ( 
 
 I look'd, and to affift was none. j 
 
 My 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. I2 r j 
 
 My Angelick Guards ftood trembling by, 
 
 But durft not venture nigh. 
 In vain too from my Father did I look 
 
 For Help, my Father me forfook: 
 
 Amaz'd I was to fee 
 How all deferted me ; 
 I took my Fury for my fole Support, 
 And with my fingle Arm the Conqueft won ; 
 Loud Acclamations fill'd all Heaven's Court $ 
 
 The Hymning Guards above, 
 Strained to an higher Pitch of Joy and Love f 
 The great Jehovah prais'd,and his vi&orious Son. 
 
 Tie Elevation. 
 
 TAke Wing, my Soul, and upwards bene? 
 thy Flight, 
 To thy originary Fields of Light. 
 
 Here's nothing, nothing, here below 
 That can deferve thy longer Stay ; 
 
 A fecret Whifper bids thee go 
 To purer Air and Beams of native Day. 
 Th' Ambition of the tow'ring Lark outvie,' 
 And like him fing as thou doft upward fly. 
 
 G 5 How 
 
n6 Divine H y m n s and Poe us. 
 
 II. 
 
 How all things lefTen which my Sou] before 
 Did with the grov'ling Multitude adore ! 
 Thofe Pageant Glories difappear, 
 Which charm and dazle Mortals Eyes \ 
 How do I in this higher Sphere, 
 How do I Mortals with their Joys defpife ? 
 Pure uncorrupted Elements I breathe, 
 And pitytheir grofs Atmofphcre beneath. 
 
 III. 
 
 How Vile, how Sordid, here thofe Trifles fhew ; 
 That place the Tenants of that Bail below ? 
 But ha ! I've loft the little Sight, 
 The Scene's remov'd and all I fee 
 Is oneconfus'd, dark, Mafs of Night ; 
 What nothing was, now nothing feems to be, 
 How Calm this Region, how Serene, how Clear, 
 Sure I fome Strains of Heavenly Mufick hear. 
 
 IV. 
 On, on, the Task Is eafie now and light, 
 No Steams of Earth can here retard thy Flight . 
 Thou need'ft not now thy Stroaks renew 
 'Tis but to fpread thy Pinions wide, 
 And thou with eafe thy Seat wilt view, 
 Drawn by the Bent of the ^Etherial Tide* 
 
 Tis 
 
Owine Hymns and Poems. 127 
 
 ♦Tis h, I find how fwectly on I move, 
 
 Not let by things below, and belp'd by thofe 
 
 above. 
 
 V. 
 
 Bat fee to what new Region ami come, 
 I know it well, it is my native Home. 
 : led I once a Life Divine, 
 Which did all Good, no Evil, know^ 
 
 \\ ho would fuch fweet Blifs refign 
 vain Shews which Foolsadmire below ? 
 'Tls true, but don't of Folly paft complain, 
 Bur joy to fte thofe bleft Abodes again. 
 
 VI. 
 A good Retrieve ? but lo, while thus I fpeak 
 With piercing Rays th' Eternal Day does break ; 
 Beauties of the Face Divine 
 Strike ftrongly on my feeble Sight, 
 With whet bright Glories does it fhine ! 
 'Tis one Immenfe and Everflowing Light : 
 Stop here, my Soul, thou canfl not fear m ore B lift. 
 Nor can thy now rais'd Palate ever relifh lefs. 
 
 ws 
 
128 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 The Cxlviii PSALM 
 
 PARAPHRASED. 
 
 By the fame Author* 
 
 L 
 
 OCome let all created Force confpire 
 A general Hymn of praife to fing, 
 Joyn all ye Creatures in one Solemn Quire, 
 And let your Theme be Heaven's Almighty 
 King. 
 
 II. 
 
 Begin, ye bleft Attendants of his Seat, 
 
 Begin your high Seraphick Lays, 
 ~Tis Juft you fhould, your Happinefs is great. 
 And all you are to give again is Praife. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ye gloriousLamps that rule both Night and Day 
 
 Bring you your Hallelujahs too ; 
 To him that Tribute of Devotion pay 
 Which once blind Superftition gave to you. 
 
 IV. Thou 
 
Divine Hymns and Poem's. 129 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thou Firft and Faireft of Material Kind, 
 
 By whom his other Works we fee, 
 Subtil and Active as pure Thought and Mind, 
 Praife him that's Elder and more Fair than thee, 
 
 V. 
 
 Ye Regions of the Air his Praifes fing, 
 
 And all ye Virgin Waters there, 
 Do you Advantage to the Confort bring, 
 And down to us the Hallelujah bear, 
 
 vr. 
 
 In chanting forth the great Jehovah's Praile, 
 
 Let thefe the upper Confort fill ; 
 He fpake, and did you all from nothing raife, 
 As you did then, fo now obey his Will. 
 
 VII. 
 
 His Will that fix'd you in a conftinr State, 
 
 And cut a Track for Nature's Wheel ; 
 Here let it run, laid he, and made it Tate ; 
 And where's that Power which can this 1 
 
 peal ? 
 
 VIII. 
 Ye Powers that to th 1 infer! our World reta 
 
 Joyn you now with the Quiie above s 
 And firft, ye Dragons, try an higher Strain, 
 
 G 5 
 
130 "Divine H y m n s and P o e m s. 
 
 And turn your angry Hillings into Praife and 
 Love. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Let Fjre, Hail, Snow and Vapours, that afcend^ 
 Unlock'd by Phcebus fearching Rays ; 
 Let Stormy Winds ambitioufly contend, 
 And all their wonted Force employ in Praife. 
 
 X. 
 
 Ye Sacred Tops which feem to brave the Skies., 
 
 Rife higher, and when Men on you 
 Religious Rites perform, and Sacrifice, 
 With their Oblations fend your Praifes too. 
 
 XI. 
 
 YeTrees, whofe Fruits both Men and Beafts con- 
 fume, 
 Be you in Praifes Fruitful too ; 
 Ye Cedars, why have you fuch choice Perfume? 
 But that fweet Incenfe fhould be made of you ? 
 
 XII. 
 
 Ye Beafts, with all the humble creeping Train? 
 
 Praife him that made your Lot lb high ;. 
 Ye Birds, who in a nobler Province reign, 
 Send up your Praifes higher than you fly. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 ¥e Sacred Heads that wear Imperial Gold, 
 Praife him thitf you with Power Arrays: 
 
 An* 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems, 131 
 
 And you whofe Hands the Scale of Juftice hold,. 
 Be Juft in this, and pay your Debt of Praife. 
 
 XIV\ 
 
 Let fprightly Youth give Vigour to the Quire; 
 
 Each Sex with one another vie ; 
 Let feeble Age diflblv'd in Praife expire* 
 And Infants tco in Hymns their tender Voices 
 try. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Praife him ye Saints who Piety profefs, 
 
 And at his Altar fpend your Days ; 
 Ye Seed of ifrael your great Patron blefs, 
 'Tis Manna this, for Angels Food is Praife. 
 
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 T7;£ RESIG NAT I O N. 
 -By the fame Hand. 
 
 r. 
 
 LOng have I view'J, long have I though r, 
 And held with trembling Hands this bitter 
 Draught ; 
 'Twas now juft to my Lips apply'd, 
 Nature ftirunk lack, and all my Courage cly'J ; 
 
 C 6 
 
Iji Divine Hymns ^Poems, 
 
 But now Refolv'd and Firm I'll be, 
 Since, Lord, 'tis mingled and held out by thee, 
 
 II. 
 
 I'lltruftmy great Phyfician's Skill; 
 I know what he prefcrihes can ne'er be ill? 
 
 To each Difeafe he knows what's fit ; 
 I own him Wife, and Good, and do fubmit ? 
 
 I now no longer grieve or pine, 
 Since 'tis thy Pleafure, Lord, it fhall be mine,, 
 
 III. 
 
 Thy Med'clne puts me to great Smart, 
 Thou'ft wounded me in my moft tender Part t 
 
 But 'tiswithaDefign to cure; 
 Imuft and will thy Sovereign Touch endure? 
 
 All that I priz'd below is gone, 
 But yet I Hill will pray thy Will be done. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Since 'tis thy Sentence 1 fhould part 
 With the moft precious Treafure of my Hearty 
 
 I freely that and more refign ; 
 My Heart it felf, as its Delight, is thine ; 
 
 My little All I give to thee ; 
 Thou giv'ft a greater Gift, thy Son, to me, 
 
 V 
 
 He left true Biifs and Joys above, 
 Himfelf he, emptied of a]l Good but Love; 
 
 For. 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 133 
 
 For me he freely did forfake 
 More Good than he from me can ever take ; 
 
 A mortal Life for a Divine 
 He took, and did at lad evn that refign, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Take all, Great God, I will not grieve, 
 But ftill will wifh that I had ftill to give $ 
 
 I hear thy Voice, thou bidft me quit 
 My Paradice, Iblefs and do fubmit; 
 
 I will not murmur at thy Word, 
 Nor beg thy Angel to fheath up his Sword. 
 
 The Pros pec tv 
 
 By the fame Author,. 
 
 I. 
 
 ~IT7Hat a ftrange Moment will it be ; 
 
 ' My Soul ? How full of Curiofity ? 
 When wing'd and ready for thy Eternal Flight, 
 To th 1 utmoft Edges of thy tottering Clay, 
 
 Hovering, and wifhing longer Stay, 
 Thou (halt advance, and have Eternity in Sight 
 When juft about to try that unknown Sea, 
 
 What a ftrange Moment will it be ! 
 
 II. But 
 
134 Divine Hymns and Poe m s» 
 
 II. 
 
 But yet how much more ftrange that State ! 
 When loofend from th' Embrace ofthisclofe 
 
 Mate, 
 Thou fhalt at once be plung'd in Liberty, 
 And move as Swift and A&iveas a Ray 
 
 Shot from the lucid Spring of Day. 
 Thou who juft now waft clogg'd with dull Mor- 
 tality, 
 How wilt thou bear the mighty Change ? How 
 know 
 Whether thou'rt then the fame or no ? 
 
 III. 
 
 Then to ftrange Maniions of the Air, 
 And ftranger Company, muft thou repair; 
 What a new Scene of Things will then appear - 7 
 This World thou by degrees was taught to 
 know. 
 
 Which leffen'd thy Surprize below 
 But Knowledge all at once will overflow the 
 
 there. 
 That World, asthe firft Man did this, thou'lt fee 
 
 Ripe grown in full Maturity. 
 
 IV. 
 
 There with bright Splendours muft thou 
 dwell, 
 And be what only thofe pure Forms can tell ; 
 
 There 
 
Divine Hymns WPoems. 135 
 
 There muft thou live awhile, gaze and ad- 
 mire, 
 'Till the great Angels Trump this Fabrick 
 Ihake, 
 And all the {lumbering Dead awake ; 
 Then to thy old fotgotten State muft thou 
 
 retire ; 
 This Union then will be as ftrange, or more 
 Than thy new Liberty before. 
 
 V. 
 
 Now for the greateft Change prepare, 
 To fee the only Great, the only Fair, 
 Veil now thy feeble Eyes, gaze and be bleft ; 
 Here all thy Turns and Revolutious ceafe, 
 
 Here's all Serenity and Peace ; 
 Thou'rt to the Centre come, the Native Scat of 
 
 Reft 
 There's now no further Change, nor need there 
 be 
 
 When one fhall be Variety, 
 
 PSALM 
 
1 3 6 Divine Hymns arid Poems. 
 
 PSALM Cxxxvn. 
 
 Paraphras'd to the Seventh Verfe. 
 By the fame Author, 
 
 L 
 
 BEneath a reverend gloomy Shade 
 Where Tygjris and Euphrates cut their Way 
 With folded Arms and Heads fupinely laid, 
 We fate and wept out all the tedious Day ; 
 
 Within its Banks Grief could not be 
 Contain'd, when, Sion, we remember d thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 Our Harps, with which we oft had fung 
 In Solemn Strains the great JebovaVi Praiie, 
 Our warbling Harps, upon the Trees we hung. 
 Too Deep our Grief to hear their pleafmg Lays. 
 
 Our Harps were fad as well as we, 
 And tho' by Angels touch' d would yield no Har- 
 mony. 
 
 Ill 
 But they who fore'd us from our Sear, 
 The happy Land and fweec Abode cf Reft, 
 
 Had 
 
Divine H v u N s and Poems. 137 
 
 Had cne Way left to be more cruel yet, 
 And ask'd a Seng from Hearts with Grief 
 oppreft ; 
 Let's hear, fay they, upon the Lyre, 
 One of the Anthems of your Hebrew Quire. 
 
 IV. 
 
 How can we frame our Voice to fing 
 The Hymns of Joy, Feilivity, and Praife, 
 Tothofc who're Aliens to our Heavenly King, 
 And want a Tafle for fuch exalted Lays I 
 
 Our Harps will here refufe to found j 
 An Holy Seng is due to Holy Ground* 
 
 V. 
 De&reft&'t*, If we cs.n 
 
 So far forget thy melancholy Stare, 
 
 As new thou mourn'ft, to fing one chearful 
 
 Strain, 
 This IB be added to our Ebb of Fate, 
 Let neither Harp nor Voice e'er try 
 Halleujah more, but ever filent lye, 
 
 mm BKsfi 
 
 a y m x 
 
138 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 HTMN to the Redeemer 
 of the World. 
 
 B) Mr* B o w d e H» 
 
 I, 
 XSTUom &ou*d I ?mte Ghriftj bat ifoe ? 
 
 ^* Whole Praifes Angels fing. 
 Who the Eternal Envoy art 
 Of the Eternal King. 
 
 II 
 
 From Heav'ns High Court thou didfl: defcend 1 
 
 Love led thee on thy Way : 
 Thou fa w'ft Man's fatal Wreck, and lo \ 
 
 Thy Pity coud not flay. 
 
 III. 
 
 Swift as the Journeys of the Morn 
 
 To Earth thou tak'ftthy Flight: 
 A new-born Star attends thy Birth, 
 
 And glows with joyful Light. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Seraph and Cherub hail the News* 
 Freih Joys their Heaven improve, 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 13? 
 
 While loft in Wonder they reflett 
 On th' unexampled Love. 
 
 V. 
 
 in Throngs their lofty Seats they leave. 
 
 And humble /Ether prefs ; 
 Look down and view the wondrous Scene, 
 
 And as they view they blefs. 
 
 VI. 
 
 To loftier Notes their Harps they ralf*, 
 
 And loftier Hymns rehearfe, 
 While Shepherds leave their Rural Strains 
 
 To hear Celeftial Verfe, 
 
 VII. 
 
 u Glory to God, is all their Song A 
 
 " Glory to God moft high, 
 M All Glory to the Ranfomer 
 
 H Of Man's Pofterity. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Thro 1 all th' immeafur'd Tricks of Space, 
 
 And rowling Orbs on high, 
 Thro 1 all the Fields of heavenly Light, 
 
 And Kingdoms of the Sky. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Down thro' the Hollows of the Eartt: 5 
 Thro 1 Hell's extenfive Bounds, 
 
 And 
 
1 40 Divine Hymns and P e m s. 
 
 And all the difmal Vaults below 
 The Harmony refounds. 
 
 X. 
 
 With trembling helllfh. Furies hear 
 
 The News of Man's Relief ; 
 It tracks them with redoubled Pains^ 
 
 And more inflames their Grief. 
 
 XI. 
 With hideous Roars they fhake all Hell, 
 
 And rage in wild Defpair, 
 They bttetheir everlafting Chains, 
 
 And rend their Snaky Hair, 
 
 XIL 
 
 But O the Joy, the Peace, the Bllfv 
 
 The found to Mortals brings, 
 It chears the difmal Gloom and flies 
 
 With Raptures on its Wings 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Redemption! Othe charming News I 
 
 From deepeft Guilt and Hell. 
 Redemption ! For a trayt'rous World 
 
 That freely did rebel. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Wondrous Redemption ! wondrous Grace ! 
 That does Mankind reftore 
 
Divine Hym n s and Poem s. £41 
 
 To all the Joys were loft by Sin, 
 To all, and vaftiy more. 
 
 XV. 
 
 That points the Way, and opens wide 
 
 The everlafting Gate, 
 .Allures us with Immortal Crowns, 
 
 And Robes of heav'nly State. 
 
 XVI. 
 O Attion worthy of a God.! 
 O Love beyond Degree ! 
 , O Condefcenfion infinite! 
 O boundlefs Charity ! 
 
 xvn. 
 
 * O ! how Tm delug'd o're, and loft, 
 In this profound Abyfs ; 
 It fills my Head with glorious Scenes, 
 My Heart with £xtafies. 
 
 XVIII. 
 Lord, why to Rebel Man fhouMft thou 
 
 Such matchlefs Favours fhew? 
 Wh) court the Wretch that fhun'.d thy Sight, 
 
 That fought thy Overthrow ? 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Is it becaufe thou need'ft his Aid, 
 Thou doft his Friendftiip fue? 
 
 Will 
 
j,z Divine H y m n s and Pot m s* 
 
 Will elfe thy Bliis be incompleat? 
 Thy Praifes be but few ? 
 
 XX. 
 
 Or waft thou, Lord, compelFd to leave 
 
 Thy Triumphs* in the Sky? 
 And range along the horrid Vale 
 
 Of Death and Mifery ? 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Alas ! what Force cou'd Thee compel- 
 
 Who art Almighty ftill ? 
 Who mad'ft and ruffl: the floating Worlds 
 
 According to thy Will ? 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Or, Lord, what Want can'ft Thou endure, 
 
 Who all Things deft poiTefs ? 
 Whofe flowing Glories know no ebb, 
 
 No Bounds Thy Happinefs ? 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Ten Thoufand Thoufand Angel-Troops 
 
 Thy Majefty adore : 
 And with a W 7 ord Thou canft create 
 
 Ten Thoufand Thoufand mere. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 jLv'n thefe with all their Hymns of Praife 
 No Pi oft bring to Thee, 
 
 Wh< 
 
Dh'ne H y m n s and P o E m s. 143 
 
 Who only art Thy own Delight, 
 Thy own Felicity. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Why then to Rebel Man fhould'ft Thou 
 
 Such matchlefs Favour fhew ? 
 Why court the Wretch that fhunn'd thy Sight? 
 
 That fought thy Overthrow ? 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Why; butbecaufe, dear Lord, with Thee 
 
 Was Mercies boundlefs Store, 
 Becaufe Thy Goodnefs fcorn'd Reflraint, 
 
 And proudly delug'd o're. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 »Twm this alone that made Thee leave 
 
 Thy gorious State above, 
 In Manhood veil the God, and part 
 
 With all thy Heav'n but Love. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 A Servant's defpicable Form 
 
 This made Thee gladly wear, 
 Sleep, Hunger, Third:, and Cold endure, 
 
 And Mocks of Sinners hear. 
 
 XXIX. 
 This led Thee thro' the raging Flames? 
 And cbro' th 1 impetuous Flood, 
 
 Wit* 
 
144 Divine H y m n s and Poe m s, 
 
 WJth difmal Clouds involv'd thy Soul ; 
 And dy'd thy Robes in Blood. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 The Wlne-prefs of Almighty Wrath 
 
 This made Thee freely tread, 
 With bafeft Villains chofe thy Lot, 
 
 And with the filent Dead. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 O ftrange Effeft of Saving Love ! 
 
 What Love does this require ? 
 How fhoud it melt away thy Soul 
 
 In Flames of AmVous Fire ? 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 How fhou dthy Mouth be fill'd with Praife ; 
 
 What Homage fhouldft thou pay 
 To him who plung'd in Night for Thee, 
 
 And turn dthy Night to Day ? 
 
 XXXHI. 
 
 O can ft thou fee God's darling Son 
 
 Forfake his Lofty Throne ? 
 Forfake his Guards and Glories -all 
 
 To try the Vaft alone ? 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 From World to World, from Heav'n to Earth, 
 Behold him fwiftly come, 
 
 Behold 
 
I 
 
 Di vine H y m N s and Poems. 145 
 
 Behold him fluoud his facred Form 
 In Marys Virgin Womb ? 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 Behold the God [O wonder] born! 
 
 Behold him bleed and die, 
 And nor by Turns within Thee feel 
 
 Th 1 Extreams of Grief and Joy ? 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 Of Grief, to think what He endur'd, 
 
 Of Joy, and Praife, to fee 
 What mighty Bleflings He defign'd 
 
 In all my Soul for Thee. 
 
 The Wa rnin g. 
 
 ALL you who leap Religion's facred Fence, 
 And hunt th 1 ignoble Chacc of Lull and 
 Senfe, 
 Whofe impiousBreau-fome helliih Fiend infpl res! 
 And Tongues, and Eyes confefe adulterous Fires; 
 Who down your wretched Souls in Floods of 
 
 Wine, 
 And to the Beaft the nobler Man refign : 
 Who with loud Oaths, and Curfes rend the Sf:y, 
 And dare immortal Virtue's bright Authority. 
 
 H Wkfi 
 
\a6 Divine Hymns and Poems^ 
 
 With earneft Speed your darling Vice forego, 
 Which elfe will prove your certain Overthrow." 
 For fince Heaven's awful King is Juft and Pure, 
 You muft the Laflies of his Wrath endure. 
 Muft e're 'tis long, to your Confufion, find 
 That th' injur' d God is neither Deaf nor Blind. 
 
 
 By Mr. WES LET. 
 
 TVf Y Harbingers thefeven Archangels bright? 
 Hark how their Trumps the guilty World 
 affright ; 
 The awful Trump of God ! a Call they found, 
 Is heard thro' Nature's univerfal Round, 
 That Signal heard from the difTolving Sky, 
 Decrepid Nature lays her down to dye. 
 Not fo Man's deathlefs Race, who now revive, 
 And muft in Joy, or Pain for ever live. 
 From long confining Tombs each dusky Gueft 
 Difturb'd arlfe, moft never more to reft. 
 Thecluftring Atoms, as before they were, 
 Together troop, the Earth, the Sea, the Air, 
 Give up their Dead, how different all they rife ! 
 T.hefe light and chearful, thefe behold the Skies 
 With Looks adverfe, and horrid, how they fhine 
 All dreadful bright, all red with Wrath Divine ! 
 Even you fair Star,whofe Webs of Light difperfe 
 Their golden Threads around the Univerfe, 
 
 Loofe 
 
Divine Hymns and Poims. 147 
 
 Lcofe from its Centre down Heaven's Kill muft 
 
 roil, 
 And by its Fall unhinge the fteddy Pole. 
 And whilft it hiiTing in th 1 Abyfs is found, 
 Ten thoufand leffer Suns lye fcatter'd round. 
 The Moon's bright Eye fhall dark and blood-fhot 
 
 grow, 
 Reflettingonly Smoak, and Fire below. 
 Vaft Heaps on Heaps, thick Orbs on Orbs are 
 
 hurl'd, 
 Chaos on Chaos, World confus'd with World, 
 Huge Spheres fo fall each after other roll'd, 
 EvenboundlefsfpacetherrRuins fcarce will hold, 
 If the great Whole's no more from Fate fecure, 
 V\ hat Ravage fhall this little part endure ? 
 This Point in the great Circle as before, 
 When by th' impetuous Deluge floated o're, ^ 
 The Oceans both of Heaven and Earth did join 
 Both with the Fountains of the Deep combine, 
 And Wave did after Waveunweary'd come, 
 Sea after Sea from its Hydropick Womb, 
 So from the Sources whence that Pvuin came 
 Delug'd with Seats of Fire, and Waves of Flam*. 
 As when Heaven's Vengeance on cmft. Sodom fell, 
 The Woijd's one Tophet, now one Etna, or one 
 
 Hell, 
 From Earth's wide Womb large Floods of Flame 
 
 fhall flow 
 The fiery Worlds above fhall meet with this be. 
 
 row, 
 
 H 2 Hence 
 
148 Divine H y m n s and PotM s. 
 
 Hence holy Souls refin'djand made more bright, 
 Shall fafe immerge to Worlds of calmer Light, 
 Whilft thofeftill ftain'd withodiousM^j of Sin, 
 ?vTuft defperate fink, for ever fink therein. 
 But fir ft that Doom, which they deferv'd fo well, 
 They muft receive that Sentence, half their Hell. 
 
 The Thrones are fet, the confcious Angels 
 wait, 
 And turn th 1 Eternal brazen Leaves of Fate. 
 High in the midft fhall my Tribunal ftand, 
 Apoftles, Prophets, Saints at my Right Hand : 
 Martyrs and ConfefTors, a glorious Train, 
 Now well content to fufFer, then to reign ; 
 Whilft on the Left a difmal gloomy Band 
 Of Kings,proud Nobles,fa6tious Commons ftand : 
 Lewd Friefts, Apellate Poets, who difgrace 
 Their Chara&er, and ftain their Heaven-bom 
 
 Race. 
 Lean Hypocrites who by long Fafts and Prayer,*} 
 Get Damnd with much of Pains, and much of Care. £ 
 But ftrange ! there will not be an Atheift there. 3 
 
 AH MarfliaPd thus, tho 1 now they're mingled 
 feen, 
 To you VII with applauding Smiles begin. 
 
 Come you by me and my great Father bleft, 
 Come holy Souls to endlefs Peace and Reft. 
 
 For 
 
Divine H v m n s and Pot m s. i 4? 
 
 For fomc fliort Years of Mifery and Pain, 
 In Light, and Joy, for ever with me reign 
 In that bleft Place, before all Worlds prep ir'd 7 
 By Heavenly Skill, by Hands Almighty rearM. 
 In that bad World your felves you ve faithful 
 
 (hown, 
 You owii'd me there, and you in this I'll own. 
 Fainting, for Hunger me you oft reliev'd, 
 And burnt with Thirft I your kind Aid recejVj; 
 Wide wandringthro' the World, youentertaind 
 Half naked, not my Poverty rfifdain'd, 
 But careful Cloath'd ; when fick your Help did 
 
 lend, 
 Nay, even ImprlfcnUnct fcrfock your Friend, 
 
 With modeft Joy in their enlighten'd Eyes, 
 Thus humbly all the Righteous Hoft replies : 
 Thy Mercy not our Merits, Lord, we own 
 Muft place us by thee on thy radiant Throne, 
 Much of our {^IvGSi of 111 our felves we know. 
 Such Good alas, when did we ever do, 
 
 Thus they thus will again the King rejoin 
 
 Thofe KindnefTes I (till accounted mine, 
 My Friends received, thefe I did ftill record, 
 And this great Day {hall bring their full Reward. 
 
 Then to trT Unjuft he turns, who trembling 
 wait 
 Their too well known intolerable Fate. 
 
 H 3 Juftlcc 
 
150 Divine Hymns and Poems, 
 
 Juftice unmix'd dwells on his Angry Brow, 
 Tho' Mercy only there, and Pasdon now. 
 (Ah what a Change ! why will they not relent,. 
 Since now they may ? why will they not repent? 
 Yet, yet, there's Hope, I'll cover all their Sins; 
 Then all too late, for thus their Judge begins.) 
 
 Go ye accurft, to endlefs Torment go, 
 For fuch your Choice, to ecidlefs Worlds of woe, 
 Prepar'd at firft for thofe loft Spirits that fell, 
 You fliar'd their Crimes, now doom'd to fhare 
 
 their Hell. 
 In t'other World unkind your felves you've 
 
 fliown 1 
 Me you difown'd, you now I here difown: 
 Fainting for Hunger, me you'd not relieve. 
 For Thirft you'd not one Cup of Water give, 
 Whenwandring thro' the World ne're enter* 
 
 tain'd, 
 Half Naked, Poor and Mean, you me dlfdain'd .• 
 Or Cloath'd with Stripes, when Sick did Curfes 
 
 lend, 
 For Balm, Xmprifon'd ; Stones for Bread you fend. 
 
 With all the haft of Impudent Defpair, 
 They'll all deny, and ask me when and where J 
 
 To them my Anfwer like the laft fhall be, 
 What to my Brethren s done, is done to me. 
 
 A Place 
 
7 ' 
 
 Day, > 
 
 r. ^ 
 
 Divine Hymns and Pohms. 15: 
 
 A Place there is from Heav ns fweet Light 
 
 debarr'd, 
 Where difmal Shrieks of guilty Souls are heard : 
 Loud Yells, deep Groans, thick Stripes, long 
 
 clank of Chains, 
 There folld everlafting DarkneFs Reigns. 
 Evqti that fad Fire, which on the Wretched feeds 
 (Xcr new Supplies of Matter ever needs, ) 
 Lends 'em no Gleam, no comfortable Ray, 
 But change of Torments, me a fun N'ght and Day, 
 Hither black Fiends fhall fnatch tti U?ijuft away. 
 And on the Ruins of this flaming Ball, 
 Tormentors and Tormented both fhall fall, 
 Whilft to th' Abyfs on Waves of Sulphur toft 
 And in that direful Gulph for ever loft. 
 
 Not fo the Juft ; who fhall their Lord attend 
 To Worlds of Joy, fhall know no bound, nor end. 
 A Place there is removed far, far away, 
 From that faint Lamp, that makes this Mortal 
 
 Day. 
 A blifsful Place, that knows no Clouds or Night, 
 But God's high Throne fcatters perpetual Light, 
 There Angels live, there Saints fo far refign'd 
 Their Bodies fcarce lefs glorious than theirMincL 
 There true Eternal Friendfhip all profefs, 
 There in the height of Piety pofTefs 
 The Heaven 0/ Heavens, the height of H*t>j>inefs. - 
 
 j 
 
 H 4 Perfeft 
 
152 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Perfeft their Joys, yet ftill their Joys improve, 
 For ftill the Infinite they fee, and love. 
 Here {hall they enter, here triumphant plac'd/ 
 Unutterable Blifs for ever tafte; 
 In mine, and my Great Father's Arms em- 
 brac'd. 
 
 c The Vanity of the World. 
 By a young Lady. 
 
 Hat if ferenelybleft, with Calms I fwam» 
 Paffolus, in thy golden fanded Stream ? 
 Not all the Wealth, that layilh Chance cou'd 
 
 give, 
 My Soul from Death cou'd one ftiort Hour re- 
 prieve. 
 When from my Heart the wandring Life mud 
 
 move, 
 No Cordial, all my ufelefs Gold wou'd prove. 
 What tho' I plung'd in Joys fo deep and wide, 
 Twou'd tire my Thoughts to reach the diftant 
 
 fide ? 
 Fancy it felf 'twou'd tire to plumb th' Abyfs,7 
 If I for an uncertain Leafe of this ^ 
 
 Sold the fair Hope of an Eternal Blifs ? J 
 
 What 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 153 
 
 What if inverted with the Royal State 
 
 Of darling Queens, ador'd by King's I fate ? 
 
 Yet when my trembling Soul diflodg'd wou'd 
 
 be 
 No room of State within the Grave for me. 
 What if my Youth in Wit, and Beauty's Bloom 
 Shou'd promife many a flattering Year to come • 
 Tho' Death fhou'd pafs rhe beauteous Flou- 
 
 rifher, 
 Advancing Time wou'd all its Glories marr. 
 What if the Mufes leudly fang my Fame, 
 The barren Mountains Ecchoing with myNamcr, 
 An envious Puff might blafl: the fifing Pride; 
 And all its blight confpicuous Luftre hide 
 
 If o'er my Pvelicks Monuments they raife, 
 And fill the World with Flattery or Praife, 
 Oh! what wou'd all avail, if fink I muft, 
 My Soultoendlefs Shades, my Body to the D \ 
 
 H 5 A Pro: 
 
i 54 divine Hymns and P o 
 
 EMS. 
 
 J Pro/pea of DEATH. 
 
 APindariq^ue ESSAY. 
 I 
 
 Clnce we can die but once, and after Deatk 
 
 Our Srate no alteration knows ; 
 But, when we have reiign'd our Breath,, 
 
 Th' immortal Spirit goes 
 To endlefsjoys, or everlafting Woes.. 
 W'ife is that Man who labours to fecure 
 
 The mighty and important State ; 
 
 And, by all methods, ftrives to make 
 His paflage fafe, and his reception fure. 
 Merely to die no Man of Reafon fears, 
 For certainly we muft, 
 
 As we are born, return to Duft: 
 Tis the laft Point of many lingering Years. 
 
 But whither then we go, 
 
 Whither, we fain wou'd know ; 
 But human Underftanding cannot fhow. 
 
 This makes us tremble, and creates. 
 
 Strange apprehenfions in the Mind -, 
 fills it with reftlefs Doubts, and wild Debates 
 
 Ccn- 
 
Divine H y mk s and Poems. 155 
 
 Concerning what, we living, cannot find. 
 
 None know what Death is, but the Dead, 
 Therefore we all by Nature dying dread, 
 As a ftrange, doubtful way, we know not how 
 to tread. 
 
 II. 
 
 When to the Margin of the Grave we ccme, 
 And fcarce have one black painful hour to live, 
 No hopes, no profpeft of a kind reprieve, 
 To flop our fpeedy paifage to the Tomb, 
 How moving, ard how mournful is the fight 
 How wondrous pitiful, how wondrous fad; 
 Where then is Refuge, where is Comfort to be 
 had; 
 In the dark Minutes of the dreadful Night, 
 To chear our drooping Souls for their amazing 
 flight ? 
 Feeble and Languifhing in Bed we lie, 
 Defpairing to recover, void of reft, 
 • U ifliing for Death, and yet afraid to die; 
 Terros and Doubts diftraft our Bread : 
 With mighty Agonies, and mighty Pains opprtft. 
 
 III. 
 
 Our Face is moiften'd with a clammy Sweaty 
 Faint and irregular the Pulfes beat ^ 
 
 The Blood unacKve grows, 
 
 And thickens as it flows, 
 
 II 6 Dep 
 
t$6 Divine Hymns and Poems; 
 
 Depriv'd of all Its Vigour, all its vital Heat, 
 Our dying Eyes roul heavily about; 
 Their Light juft going out ; 
 And for fome kind Aftftance call,- 
 But Pity, ufelefs Pity's all 
 Our weeping Friends can give, 
 Or we receive y 
 Tho 1 their Defires are great, their Pow'rs are 
 fmall. 
 The Tongue's unable to declare 
 The Pains, the Griefs, the Miferies we bear 5 ; 
 How infupportable our Torments are. 
 Mufick no more ddights our deaf ning Ears, . 
 Reftores our Joys, or difiipates our Fears 5 , 
 But all is meiancholly, all is fad. 
 
 In Robes of deepeft Mourning clad i 
 For ev'ry Faculty, and evry Sence 
 Partakes the Woe.of this dire Exigence^ 
 
 iv; 
 
 Then we are fenfible, toolate, 
 'Tisno advantage to be Rich or Great ; 
 Bor all the.fulfo.me Piide,and Pageantry of State 
 No confolation brings. 
 Riches and Honours, then are ufelefs things* 
 
 Taftlefs, or bitter all ; 
 And, like the Book which the Apoftle eae, 
 
 To the ill-judging Palate fweet, 
 But turn at laft to naufeoufnefs and .gall. 
 Nothing will then our drooping Spirits chear 
 
 Eu£; 
 
Divine H Y M n s and Poems. 157 
 
 But their remembrance of good A&ionsp&ft, 
 Virtue's a Joy that will for ever laft ; 
 And makes pale Death lefs terrible appear; 
 Takes out his baneful Sting, and palliates our 
 Fear. 
 In the dark Anti-Chambers of the Grave, 
 
 \vhat w m'd we give, ev'n all we have ? 
 All that our Cares, and Induftry had gain'd, 
 All that cur Fraud, our Policy, our Art obtain'd, 
 Cou'd we rec<i!l thofe fatal Hours again, 
 Which we onfunVd in fenfelefs Vanities, 
 Ambitious Follies, and Luxurious Eafe ; 
 For then they urge our Terrors, and increafe. 
 our Pain. 
 
 V. 
 Our Friendi and Relatives ftand weeping by, 
 
 DiiTclv'd in Tears to fee us die : 
 And plunge into the deep Abyfs of wide Eter* 
 nity. 
 In vain they mourn, in vain they grieve, 
 Their Sorrows cannot ours relieve. 
 They pity our deplorable Eftate, 
 But what, alas, can pity do, 
 To foften the decrees of Fate ! 
 Befides, the Sentence is irrevocable too. 
 
 All their Endeavours to preferve our 
 
 Breath, 
 Tho* they do unfuccefsful prove, 
 Show us how much, how tenderly they love, 
 Bar cannot cut off the entail of Death. 
 
 Mournful 
 
iy-8 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Mournful they look, and croud about our Bed, 
 
 One with officious hafte 
 Brings us a Cordial, we want Sence to tafte : 
 Another foftly raifes up our Head j 
 This wipes away the Sweat, that, fighing cries 
 See what Convulfions, what ftrong Agonies,. 
 Both Soul and Body undergo ! 
 His pains no intermiflion know; 
 For ev'ry gafp of Air he draws, returns in fighs. 
 
 Each wou'd his kind affiftance lend 
 To fervehis dear Relation, or his dearer Friend ; 
 But ftill in vain with Deftiny they all contend. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Our Fattier, pale with grief and watching 
 grown, 
 Takes our cold Hand in his, and cries adieu. 
 Adieu, my Child, now I muft follow you. 
 
 Then weeps, and gently lays it down. 
 Our Sons, who in their tender Years 
 Were Obje&s of our Cares, and of our Fears 
 Come trembling to our Bed, and kneeling cry 
 Blefs us, O Father ! now before you die ; 
 Blefs us, and be you blefl; to all Eternity. 
 Our Friend,whom equal to our felves we loye ? 
 Companionate and kind, 
 Cries, will you leave me here behind, 
 Without me fly, to the bleft Seats above ? 
 Without me, did I fay, ah no ! 
 Without thy Friend thou can ft not go, 
 
 Fcr 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 159 
 
 For tho' thou leav'ft me grov'ling here below, 
 My Soul with thee {hall upward fly, 
 And bear thy Spirit company, 
 Thro' the bright Paffage of the yielding Skie. 
 Ev'n Death that parts thee from thy ielf, (hall 
 be 
 Incapable to feparafe 
 (For 'tis not in the Power of Fate) 
 My Friend, my beft, my deareft Friend, and 
 me: 
 But fince it muft be fo, Farewel 
 For ever ! No; for we fhall meet agen, 
 And live like Gods, tho' now we die like Men ? 
 In the eternal Regions, where juft Spirits dwell, 
 
 VII 
 
 The Soul, unable longer to maintain 
 The frultlefs and unequal Strife, 
 Finding her weak Endeavours vain, 
 To keep theCounterfcarps of Life; 
 
 By flew degress retires toward the Hearr, 
 And fortifies that little Fort 
 
 With all the kind Artilleries of Art ;. 
 
 Botanick Legions guarding ev'ry Port. 
 
 But Death, whofe Arms no Mortal csn repel, 
 A formal Siege difdains to lay, 
 
 Summons his fierce Battalions to the fray, 
 And in a minute ftorms the feeble Cittadel. 
 
 Sometimes we may capitulate, and he 
 
 Pretends 
 
i6o Divine Hymns and - Poems, 
 
 Pretends to make a folid Peace, 
 But 'tis^ll fham, all artifice ; 
 That we may negligent and carelefs be : 
 For if his Armies are withdrawn to day, 
 
 And we believe no danger near, 
 But all is peaceable, and all is clear, 
 His Troops return fome unfufpe&ed way * 
 Whilein the foft Embrace of Sleep we lye, 
 Thefecret Murd'rers ftab us,- and we die.. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Since our firft Parents Fall, 
 Inevitable Death defcends on all, 
 A Portion none of human Race can mifs, 
 But that which makes it fweet, or bitter, is -* 
 The fears of Mifery, or certain hopes of Blifs s 
 For when the Impenitent and W icked die. 
 
 Loaded with Crimes and Infamy, 
 If any Senfe at that fad time remains, 
 They feel amazing Terrors, mighty Pains, 
 The Earned of that vaft ftupendious Woe, 
 Which they to all Eternity muft undergo ; 
 GonfiVd in Hell with everlafring Chains. 
 Infernal Spirits hover in the Air, 
 Like rav'nousWolveSyto feize upon the Prey, 
 And hurry the departed Souls away 
 To the dark Receptacles of Defpair ; 
 Where they muft dwell till that tremendous 
 Day, 
 When the loud Trump. fliall call them to appear 
 
 Before 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 161 
 
 Before a Judge moil terrible, and moft fevere .- 
 
 By whofe juft Sentence they muft go 
 
 To everlafting Pains, and endlefs Woe. 
 
 IX. 
 
 But the good Man, whofe Soul Is pure, 
 Unfpotted, regular, and free 
 From all the ugly ftalns of Luft, and Villany, 
 Of Mercy, and of Pardon fure ; 
 Looks thro' the Darknefs of the gloomy 
 
 Night, 
 And fees the dawning of a glorious Day ; 
 Sees crouds of Angels ready to convey 
 
 His Soul, whene'er fhe takes her flighr r 
 To the furprizing Manfions of immortal Light* 
 Then the Celeftial Guards around him ftand> 
 Nor fuffer the black Daemons of the Air 
 T' oppofe this PafTageto the promis'd Landj 
 Or terrifie his Thoughts with wild Defpair ; 
 But all is calm within, and all without is fair. 
 His Prayer, his Charity, his Virtues prefs, 
 To plead for Mercy, when he wants it moft; 
 Not one of all the happy Number's loft ; 
 And thofe bright Advocates ne'er want Sue- 
 cefs. 
 But when the Soul's releas'd from dull Mortality, 
 ShepafTes up in Triumph thro' the Skie ; 
 Where fhe's united to a glorious Throng 
 Of Angels , who with a Celeftial Song, 
 Congratulate her Conqueft as flie flies along. 
 
 X. If 
 
H s<?2 Divine Hymns and Poe&s; 
 
 X. 
 
 If there fore all muft quit the Stage, 
 When or how foon we cannot know, 
 But late or early, we are fure to go ; 
 In the frefh Bloom of Youth, or wither'd Age $ 
 We cannot take too fedulous a Care, 
 In this important, grand Affair. 
 For as we die , we muft remain, 
 Hereafter all our hopes are vain. 
 To make our Peace with Heav'n, or to return 
 again. 
 The Heathen, who no better underftood 
 Than what the Light of Nature taught, d@- 
 
 clar'd 
 No future M ifcry coxCd be prepared, 
 For the Sincere, the Merciful, the Good; 
 
 But, if there was a State of reft, 
 They Ihou'd with the fame Happinefs bebleft ? 
 As the immortal Gods, if Gods there were, pof- 
 feft. 
 We have the promife of Eternal Truth, 
 Thofe who live well, and Pious Paths purfue 3 
 To Man, and to their Maker true, 
 Let 'em expire in Age, or Youth, 
 
 Can never mifs 
 Their way to everlafting Blifs : 
 But from a World of Mifery and Care, 
 To Manfions of eternal Eafe repair : 
 
 Where 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 103 
 
 Where Joy in full Perfe&ion flows, 
 No interruption, no ceflation knows, 
 But in a mighty Circle round for ever goes* 
 
 The APPEAL. 
 
 By an unknown Hand, 
 
 I. 
 
 ^O Thee great Searcher of the Heart 
 
 I folemnly Appeal, 
 Who all the Secrets of my Soul, 
 And inmoft Thoughts canft tcIE 
 
 II. 
 
 Even Thou, th' unerring Judge of all, 
 
 Doll my dread Witnefs prove, 
 That Thee, beyond whate're the World 
 
 Can tempt me with, I love. 
 
 III. 
 
 That Thee, whatever elfe I mifs, 
 
 Whatever elfe I lofe, 
 As my exceeding great Reward, 
 
 AndhigheftBlifsIchufe. 
 
 IV. Leavs 
 
i £4 Divine K y m n s< and Poem s. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Leave me of Wealth, of Honour, Friends, 
 
 And all Things elfe bereft. 
 But of thy Favour, gracious God, 
 
 Let me be never left. 
 
 V, 
 
 Oh hear, and grant thy boundlefs Love*s 
 
 Ineftimable Store, 
 And I'll hereafter clofe my Lips 
 
 And never urge Thee more. 
 
 VI. 
 
 With this alone Til be content, 
 
 But, Lord, of this deny'd, 
 I fiiou d defpife the nobleft Gift, 
 
 Thou cou'dft beflow befide 
 
 VII. 
 
 Among the brightefl: Joys of Life 
 
 I fhou'd no Pleafure know, 
 But murm'ring to the fullen Shades 
 
 Of endlefs Night would go, 
 
 Teff i 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. rtf 5 
 
 Tf // me, O thou whom my Soul 
 loves , where thou feedefi, 
 where thou caufefi thy Flocks 
 to reft at Noon, Cant, i . y. 
 
 By an unknown Hand* 
 I. 
 
 f~\ Lovelier to my ravifh'd Eyes 
 ^^^ Than all they ever faw, 
 Much dearer than the Light I view, 
 Or vital Breath I draw. 
 
 IL 
 
 Eternal Treafure of my Heart, 
 
 Whom as my Soul I love, 
 Oh tell me, to what Happy Shades 
 
 Thou doll: at Noon remove. 
 
 HI. 
 
 • Oi; tell me where, by Chryftal Streams 
 Thy Snowy Flocks are led, 
 And in what fruitful Meadows they 
 Are by thy Bounty fed. 
 
 IV. For 
 
s 66 Divine Hym ns and Pohi & 
 
 IV. 
 
 For Thee X languifh all the Day, 
 
 For Thee I hourly pine, 
 As Flow'rs that want the chearing Sun 
 
 Their Painted Heads decline. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ah why from my impatient Eyes 
 
 Doft thou thy felf conceal ? 
 Whilft I in vain in lonely Shades 
 
 My reftlefs Pain reveal. 
 
 Andtho after my Skin Worms 
 defiroy this Body, yet in my 
 Flejh Jhall 1 fee God, Job 
 xix. ~l6. 
 
 By a Young Lady. 
 
 I. 
 
 "ITJfHat tWmy Soul rcat#rom the clofeEm- 
 * brace 
 
 Of this material Contort, takes her Flight, 
 (Exil'd the Confines of her Native Place ) 
 And leave thefe Eyes clos'd in a difmal Night ? 
 
 She 
 
-'Divine Hymns mid P o e m s. 167 
 
 She fhall agen refume the dear Abode, 
 
 And cloath'd in FlethI fhall behold my God. 
 
 II. 
 
 TkT in the gloomy Regions of the Grave 
 
 Forgotten, and infenfible I lye, 
 
 That tedious Might fhall a bright Morning have, 
 
 The welcome Dawnings of Eternity. 
 
 My Soul fhall then refume Her old Abode, 
 
 Aud cloath'd in Flefti, I fhall behold my God. 
 
 III. 
 
 Altho\ refolv'd into my native Duft, 
 
 Its proper part, each Element refign: 
 
 Yet at my awful Maker's Breath they muft 
 
 Agen the num'rous Particles refine : 
 
 And then my Soul fhall take Her old Abode, 
 
 And cloath'd in Flefh I fhall behold my God, 
 
 HYMN. 
 
i£8 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 H T M N. 
 
 I. 
 
 TTOW fhall T fing that Majefty 
 *^ Which Angel-Hofts admired 
 Let Duft: in Dull and Silence lye, 
 Sing, fing ye heav'nly Quirs. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thoufands of Thoufands ftand around 
 
 Thy Throne, O God moft High, 
 Ten thoufand times ton thoufand found 
 
 Thy Praife, but who am I ? 
 
 III. 
 
 Thybrighteft: Rays to them appear ^ 
 
 While I thy Footfteps trace, 
 A found of God ftrikes on my Ear, 
 
 But they behold thy Face. 
 
 IV. 
 
 They fing becaufe thou art their Sun ; 
 
 Lord, dart a Beam on me ; 
 For where Heav'n Is but once begun 
 
 There Hallelujahs be. 
 
 V. En~ 
 
Dnme Hymns and Poems. 16^ 
 
 V. 
 
 Enlighten and enflame my Heart 
 
 W ith Love, moil: Sacred Fire, 
 Then fhall I (nig, and bear a part 
 
 With thy CclefUalQuhe. 
 
 VI. 
 
 How great a Being, Lord, is thine, 
 
 Which doth all Beings keep ! 
 Thy Knowledge is the only Line 
 
 To Sound fo vaft a Deep. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thou art a Sea without a Shore, 
 
 A Sun without a Sphere, 
 Thy Time is now and evermore. 
 
 Thy Place is ev'ry where. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 How good art thou, whofe Goodnefs is 
 
 My Parent, Nurfe and Guide? 
 \\ hofe Streams do Water Paradice, 
 
 And all the World befide. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Thy mighty Arm, O mighty King! 
 Both Rocks and Hearts can bres 
 
 My God, thou canfl: do ev'ry thing 
 But what woudlhew Thee Weak. 
 
 I Who 
 
1 70 Divine Hymns and P o em s. 
 
 X, 
 Who wou'd not fear thy fearching Eye, 
 
 Witnefs to all we do ? 
 Dark Hell and deep Hypocrify 
 
 Lye open to thy View. 
 
 XL 
 
 Thy wife and bounteous Works, and Ends, 
 
 O may we ftill admire. 
 Creation all our Wit tranfcends, 
 
 Redemption rifes higher. 
 
 XII. 
 
 How pure, and holy are thine Eyes ? 
 
 How holy is thy Name ! 
 Thy Saints, and Laws, and Penalties, 
 
 Thy Holinefs proclaim. 
 
 XIIL 
 
 Thy wondrous Mercies out-flretch'd Rays 
 
 Shine glorioufly to All. 
 For this thy Creatures Love, and Praife, 
 
 And thee their Father Call. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Thy hinder Parts, O God of Grace! 
 
 We only, here adore; 
 Pifplay the Glory of thy Face, 
 
 That we may praife thee more. 
 
 XV. And 
 
■Divine H\ mns and Poems. 171 
 
 XV. 
 
 And fince none fee this Sight and live. 
 
 For me to die is beft ; 
 Thro' Jordan s Streams, who wou'dnot dive, 
 
 To land at Canatris Reft ? 
 
 77 Y M N. 
 
 I 
 
 TT7"Hen Man in Sin's wild Maze was loft, 
 * And on impttuous Billows toft. 
 
 While Hope and Help all Aid denies, 
 Lo ! God his vaft Compaflion ftiews, 
 His dear, and only Sonbeftows 
 
 Who for oui Safety freely dies. 
 
 II. 
 
 O Heighth ! O Length ! O Breadth ! O Deep ! 
 What Love with thine can Meafures keep ? 
 
 Love! tha from r, ory Jefus brought : 
 That plur: 1 i h 1 di p, in Sorrows Flood, 
 That peire'd his Soul, aod drein'd his Blood, 
 O Love aanfeending Angels Thought ! 
 
 1 2 III May 
 
172 Divine Hymns and Poems, 
 
 III 
 
 O may at length my willing Breaft 
 Be all with Love of thee pofTeft, 
 
 Be ail inflam'd with heav'nly Fire ; 
 May I thy praife, in Raptures fing, 
 Thy boundlefs Praife, my God, my King \ 
 
 And thee, and only thee admire. 
 
 &® 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 I. 
 
 ♦TPHou, Lord, who raifed'ftHeav'n and Earth, 
 
 Do{t make the Building ftand : 
 The pond'rous Weight does wholly reft 
 On thy Almighty Hand. 
 
 II. 
 
 Shculd'ft thou one Moment, L<>rd, with-draw 
 
 The Earth wou'i leave its Place, 
 The num'rous fliining Orbs on high 
 
 Reilgn to empty Space, 
 
 III. 
 Thow^eedefl none to fmg thy Praife 
 As if thy Joy cou'd fade, . 
 
 Could'ft 
 
Divine H v m n s and P o r m s. 
 
 Could'ft thou have needed any Thing, 
 Thou nothing could'ft have made ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Lord, what is Man/ that Child of Pride, 
 
 Whoboafts his high Degree i 
 If but one Inftant thou him leave 
 
 He finks, and where is he ? 
 
 In I ' Virtue. 
 
 By Mr. Tate. 
 
 f~\ For a Quill drawn from an AxigtYtWing ! 
 
 O for a Mafter Seraph's Voice tofing/ 
 A Subject worthy of Seraphick Lays, 
 'Tis Virtue, bright celeftial Virtue's Praife! 
 Virtue beyond compare, by all allow'd 
 The fair ft Beauty, and the Left endowed, 
 For what Imperial Dame like her can fay 
 I've Wealth can ne'er be loft, and Charms will 
 
 ne'er decay ? 
 An Eden when unfading Pleafures grow, 
 And Joys pure Streams uninterrupted flow. 
 
 Not fo, when Vice does her feign'd Smiles 
 difplay, 
 That DtUlatfs Careflfes to betray. 
 
 I 3 Virtue's- 
 
174 Divine Hymns and Poem 5. 
 
 Virtue's alone the chad and real Friend 
 On whom th 1 enamoured Soul fecurely can de- 
 pend. 
 She Steel has prov'd, throughout the tedious 
 
 Stage 
 Of mortal Life, and dang'rous Pilgrimage, 
 To all who on her Conduft have rely'd, 
 The beft Companion, and rnoft faithful Guide. 
 Our fhadowing Cloud in Fortune's Darling 
 
 Light, 
 Our ihining Pillar in Affli&ion's Night. 
 Our Heav'nly Manna, when for Food diltrefs'd, 
 Our Fountain, when with fcorchiug Thirft op- 
 
 prefs'd. 
 She makes our Wildernefs all blooming Gay, 
 And fcatters Roies in the Defart Way. 
 Ihe very Thorns that make her Trav'lers 
 
 bleed, 
 Are but Remembrancers to mend their Speed, 
 Left too much Eafe their farther Care disband, 
 And they flop fliort, fhort of the promis'd Land. 
 Ev'n anVrous Youth with her fecurely fleer, 
 Where Syrens deck'd in all there Charms appear, 
 Of Circe s Jfle the tempting Profpetk fhun, 
 When th' unadvis'd to fmiling Ruin run. 
 By her the beauteous Sex are taught to know 
 Both what to Heay'n, and to themfelves they 
 
 owe ; 
 Honour, and fpotlefs Innocence to prize, 
 Above the Triumphs of their conqu ring Eyes. 
 
 How 
 
Divine H v m n s and P o r w s. 1 75 
 
 How difmal dear the Bargain when they fclK 
 Thofe Gems for ought that does on Earth 
 
 excel, ^ j^ 
 
 Tkst, Oh I 'tis L fe for Death, *nd Heavn for Hell- 
 But then in largeft Streams her Bleflings flow, 
 WhenLife grownBankrupt can no morebeftow . 
 She gives what mortal Nature never gave, 
 Immortal Wife, and Life beyond the Grave. 
 
 The Character o/VHapfx 
 
 Life, 
 
 By Sir Henry Wotton. 
 I. 
 
 TTOW happy is he born, and taught, 
 -^** That ferveth not another's Will ? 
 Whofe Armour is his honeft Thought. 
 And fimple Truth his utmoft Skill ? 
 
 II 
 
 Whofe Paflions not his Matters are, 
 Whofe Soul is ftill prepared for Death;. 
 
 Unty'dunto the World by Care 
 Of publick Fame, or private Breath. 
 
 I 4 III Who 
 
1 7 6 Divine H y m n s and Poem^. 
 
 III. 
 
 Who envies none that Change doth raife, 
 Nor Vice hath ever underftood ; 
 
 How deeped Wounds are giv'n by Praife, 
 Nor Rules of State, but Rules of Good. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Who hath his Life from Rumors freed, 
 Whofe Confcience is his firong Retreat : 
 
 Whofe State can neither Flatt'rers feed. 
 Nor Ruin make Gpprefibrs great 
 
 V. 
 Who God doth late and early pray 
 
 More of his Grace, than Gifts to lend t 
 And entertains the harmlefs Day, 
 
 With a Religious Book, or Friend, 
 
 VI. 
 
 This Man is freed fromfervile Bands, 
 Of Hope to rife, or Fear to fall : 
 
 Lord of himfelf, tho'not of Lands, 
 And having Nothing, yet hath All. 
 
 CHRIST'S 
 
Divine H v h n s and Poems. 177 
 
 CHRIST'S Passion. 
 Taken cut of a Greek ODE. 
 
 E 1 
 
 I. 
 
 *Nough, my Mufe, of Earthly Things, 
 And Infpirations but of Wind ; 
 Take up rhy Lute and to it bind 
 Loud, and everlafting Strings; 
 And on 'em play, and to 'em fing, 
 The happy mournful Stories, 
 The lamentable Glories, 
 Of the great Crucified King. 
 Mountainous Heap of Wonders ! which doft rife 
 'Till Earth thon joineft with the Skies ! 
 Too large at Bottom, and at Top too high, 
 To be half f^^n by mortal Fyc. 
 How fhall I grafp this toundlefs Thing! 
 What fhall I piny .' What fhall I fing \ 
 I'll fing the mighty Riddle of Myfterious Love, 
 Which neither wretched Men below, nor bk d 
 Saints above, 
 With all their Comments can explain , 
 How all the whole World's Life, to die iid not 
 difiain. 
 
 I r II 
 
1 78 Divide Hymns and Wb rtra 
 
 II. 
 
 Fllfing the fcarchlcfs Depths cf the Companion 
 Divine, 
 The Depths unfathcm'd yet 
 By Reafon's Plummet, and the Line of Wit 
 Too Light thePlummerand tcofhort the Line; 
 How the Eternal Father did bellow 
 His own Eternal Son a Ranfom for his Foe : 
 1*11 ling aloud, that all the World may hear 
 The Triumph of the buried Conqueror : 
 How Hell was by its Prisoner Captive led, 
 And the great Slayer, Death, {lain by the 
 Dead. 
 
 III. 
 
 Rethinks I hear of murthered Men the 
 
 Voice, 
 Mixt with the Murtherers confufed Noife, 
 Sound from the Top of Calvarre 
 
 My greedy Eyes fly up the Hill and fee 
 Who 'tis hangs there the midmoft cf the 
 three : 
 Oh how unlike the Others he , 
 Hook hew he bends his gentle Head with Blef- 
 fings from 'he Tree ! 
 His gracious Hands ne'er flretcht but to do 
 good, 
 Are naifd to the infamous Wood : 
 
 And 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 179 
 
 And finful Man does fondly bind, 
 The Arms which he extends t'embrace all hu- 
 mane Kind. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Unhappy Man, canft ftand by and fed 
 All this as Patient as he ? 
 Since he thy Sins does bear, 
 Make thou his Suffering! thy own, 
 And weep, and figh, and groan, 
 And beat thy Bread, and tear 
 Thy Garments, and thy Hair, 
 And let thy Grief, and let thy Love 
 Thro' all thy bleeding Bowels move. 
 Doft thou not fee thy Prince in Purple clad 
 
 all o'er ? 
 Not Purple brought from the si dorian Shore, 
 
 But made at home with richer Gore. 
 Doft thou not fee the Rofes, which adorn 
 Thy Thorny Garland by him worn ? 
 Doft thou not fee the livid Traces 
 Of the fharp Scourges rude Embraces? 
 If yet thou feeleft not the Smart 
 Of Thorns and Scourges in thy Heart, 
 If yet thatbe not Crucified. 
 Look on his Hands, look on his Feet, look on 
 his Side. 
 
 I 6 V. O r en 
 
ifo Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 V. 
 
 Open Oh ! Open wide the Fountains of thine 
 Eyes, 
 
 And let 'em call 
 Their Stock of Mbifture forth, where'er it lies. 
 For this will ask it all 
 Twould all (alafsj too little be, 
 Tho 1 thy Salt Tears came from r. Sea 5 
 Canfl: thou deny him this ; when he 
 Has open'd all his vital Springs for thee. 
 Take heed > for by his Sides myfterious Flood- 
 May well be underftood. 
 That he will ftill require forne Waters to. his 
 Blood. 
 
 Thoughts in SICKNESS. 
 
 I; 
 
 Tl/f'Y God, my Maker, humbly I adore 
 ■* " Thy Pow'r and Wifdom in my goodly 
 Frame, 
 
 I view the Work, and blefs thy Sacred Name. 
 Thou took'fl this Body from the common Store; 
 A rude, andundigefted Mafs before : 
 
 Andlo ! all Art, and Order it became. 
 
 II. And 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems, i 8 x 
 
 II. 
 And when thou had'iT: completed ev'ry Part, 
 Had'ft iaughr each Spring, a^d V heel their 
 
 deft.u'd Uie, 
 And rrade a Purple Flood of Viral Juice 
 Rulh thro' .he Channels of the Aftive Hearty 
 And Lite, and Vigor to the Whole impart, 
 Ihou an immortal Soul did'ft then iniufe. 
 
 III. 
 
 And both, dear God, are {till at thy difpofe ;. 
 Ici as thy awful\vord cou'd firit unite 
 1 hings 'n their Natures ftrangely oj p »^te, 
 So. with the lame can'ft thou difiolve the Clofe, 
 And each unto its Native Region goes, 
 
 Earth back to Earth, my Soui to Realms of 
 Light. 
 
 IV 
 
 I know thy Providence difpofes / ,! 
 
 I know that whatfoe'er thou a i belt: 
 
 let me then in thy Ap; >intment5 reft ! 
 Does God pre-order all Things,greatand fmail ? 
 No Nail, nor dropping Hair without him fall ; 
 
 And yet {hall any Change my Peace mcklt? 
 
 V. 
 If thou haft Bufinefs for me here below, 
 
 1 know thou fooa wilt all my Fa.ns expel. 
 
 My 
 
iSi Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 My Slckncfs foon controul, and fpeak me 
 well : 
 If not, why fhall I think it hard to go; 
 To leave this naufeous World of Sin and Woe, 
 
 And in immortal Joy, and Glory dwell ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 I will not, no, I will not, Lord, repine, 
 Tho' now thou pleafe to Summon me away? 
 To bid me die, and leave this Houfe of Clay? 
 Thy Pleafure, as 'tis juft, fhall govern mine, 
 To thee, the Owner I my All refign : 
 Command whate'er thou wilt ? I chearfully 
 obey. 
 
 The RAP TV RE. 
 
 By a Young Lady. 
 
 I. 
 
 T Ord ! If one diftant Glimpfe of Thee 
 ■*-' Thus elevate the Soul, 
 In what a height of Extafy 
 Do chofe bleft Spirits roil ? 
 
 II. 
 
 Who by a fixt, Eternal View, 
 Drink in immortal Rays ; 
 
 To 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. i8§ 
 
 To whom unveiled thou dofl fhew 
 Thy Smiles without Allays ? 
 
 III. 
 
 An Objeft which, if Mortal Eyes 
 
 Cou'd make Approaches to, 
 They'd foon efteem their bell lov'd Toys 
 
 Not worth one fcornful View. 
 
 IV. 
 
 How then beneath its Load of Flefli 
 
 VVou'd the vext Soul complain ! 
 And how the friendly Hand fhe'd blefs 
 
 WouM break her hated Chain ! 
 
 flfisa?Q 
 
 The exxxixth Psalm para, 
 phrasd to the \t\th Verfe. 
 
 By Mr. Ncrris. 
 
 I. 
 
 JN vain great God, in vain I try 
 
 T'efcape thy quick AU-fearchmg Eye, 
 Thou with one undivided View 
 Doft look the whole Creation through, 
 
 Th c 
 
i #4 Divine Hymns and P o £ m s. 
 
 The t nfhapM Embryo's of my Mind, 
 Not yet to Form cr Likenefs wrought, 
 The tender Rudiments oi - nought, 
 Thou fee ft before fhe can her own Conceptions 
 find. 
 
 IT 
 
 My pr'vate Walks*to thee arc knowny 
 In Solitude I'm not alone, 
 Thou round my Bed a Guard deft keep, 
 Th Eyts are open whiie mine fleep, 
 My fofteft Whifpeis reach thy Ear, 
 'Tis vzln to fancy Secrecy; 
 Wh : :h way ibe'er I turn thouVt there,- 
 I'm allaioundbefet with thy Immenfity, 
 
 in: 
 
 f can't wade thro' this Deep I find, 
 It ciiounds and f wallows up my Mind? 
 "Tis like thy immenfe Deity, 
 J cannot fathorti that or thee ; 
 Where then fliall la Kefugefind, 
 From th jfet Comprehenfive Eye?" 
 
 : Whether, O whether fliall I fly ! 
 
 What P^aceis not poiTeil with thy All -filling 
 Mind ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 IF to the Heavenly Orbs I fly 
 There is thy Sta^ of Majcfty, 
 
 IF 
 
Divine Hymns and Poem 3. 185 
 
 If down to Hell's Abyfs I go, 
 There I am fure to meet Thee too. 
 Shou'd I, with the fwift Wings of Light, 
 Seekfome remote and unknown Land, 
 Thou foon wourdft. overtake my flight 
 And all my Motions rule with thy long-reach- 
 ing Hand. 
 
 V. 
 
 Should I t'avoid thy piercing Sight, 
 Retire behind the Skreen of Night, 
 Thou can ft with one Ccleftial Ray 
 Difpel the Shades and make it Pay. 
 Nor need'ft thru by fuch Mediums fee, 
 The Foiceof thy clear radient Sight 
 Depends not rn our groiTer Light : 
 On Light thou fit'ft enthroned , 'tis ever Day 
 wich Thee. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Springs which Life and Motion give 
 Are thine, by thee I move and live ; 
 My Frame has nothing hid from thee, 
 Thou knowTr my w r hole Anatomy. 
 T'an Hymn of Praife I'll tune my Lyre : 
 How amazing is this Work of thine ! 
 With Dread I into my felf retire 
 For tho' the Metal's bafe the Stamp is all Divines 
 
i%6 Divine Hymns and Poems; 
 & & & & ^ & ^ <& & & & & ^ ^ ^ ^ & & 
 
 The CONSUM M AT 1 O N* 
 A Pin<larick ODE. 
 
 By the fame Hand, 
 
 V 
 TpHE rife of Monarchies, and their long 
 A weighty fall ? 
 
 My Mufe out foars, (he proudly leaves behind 
 The Pomp of Courts, fhe leaves our little All» 
 To be the humble Song of a lefs reaching Mind. 
 
 In vain I curb her tow'ring Flight, 
 
 All I can hear prefent's too fmall, 
 She prefTes on, and now has loft their Sight f 
 
 She flys and haftens to relate 
 
 The lad and dreadful Scene of Fate, 
 
 Nature's great Solemn Funeral. 
 
 I fee the mighty Angel ftand 
 Gloath'd with a Cloud, and Rainbow round his 
 
 Head. 
 His right Foot on the Sea , his other on the Land, 
 He lifted up his dreadful Arm, and thus he faid : 
 
 By the Myfterious great Three-One, 
 
 Whofe 
 
Divine H y mns and Poems. 187 
 
 Whofe Power we fear, and Truth adore* 
 
 I fwear the fatal Thread is fpun, 
 Nature fiiall breath her laft, and Time fhall be 
 no more 
 
 The Ancient Stager of the Day 
 Has run his Minutes out, and numbered all his 
 way. 
 
 The parting ifihmus is thrown down^ 
 
 And all fhall now be overflown : 
 Time fhall no more her under Current know, 
 But one with great Eternity fhall grow,. 
 Their Streams fhall mix, and in one Circling 
 
 Channel flow. 
 
 II. 
 
 He fpake— Fate writ the Sentence with her Iron 
 Pen, 
 
 And mighty Thundering faid, Amen. 
 
 What dreadful Sound's this ftrikes my Ear ? 
 
 'Tis fure th' Arch- Angels Trump I hear, 
 Natures great Palling Bell, the only Call, 
 Of God's, that will be heard by all : 
 The Univerfe takes the Alarm, the Sea 
 
 Trembles at the great Angel's Sound, 
 And roars almoft as loud as he ; 
 Seeks a new Channel and would fain run unde r 
 Ground. 
 
 The Earth it felf does no lefs quake 
 And all throughout down to the Centre fhake 
 
 The 
 
iS-& Divine Hymns and FoeiMS. 
 
 The Graves unclofe, and the deep Sleepers there 
 awake. 
 The Sun's arretted in his way, 
 He dares not forward go, 
 But wondring ftands at :he great Hurry here be 
 
 low. 
 The Stars forget their laws, and like loofe Pla- 
 nets ftray. 
 See how the Elements refign 
 Their numerous Charge, the fcatter'd Atoms 
 
 home repair, 
 Some from the Earth, feme from the Se&j &ft*fe 
 from the Air, 
 They know the great Alarm, 
 And in confus'd mixt number fwarm. 
 9 nil rang'd and fever'd by the ChymiftryDivine.- 
 The Father of Mankind's amaz'd to fee 
 The Globe too narrow for his Progeny: 
 
 But'tisthe clofing of the Age 
 And all the Afters now at once muft grace the 
 Stages 
 
 III. 
 
 Now, Mule, exalt thy Wing, be bold and dare, 
 
 Fate does a wondrous Scene prepare. 
 The Central Fire which hitherto did burn 
 Dull, like a Lamp in a moift clammy Urn, 
 Tann'd by the Breath Divine begins to glow, 
 The Fiends are all amaz'd below, 
 But that will no Confinement know, 
 
 Breaks 
 
Divine H y M N s and Poems. i 8*9 
 
 Breaks thro' its Sacred Fence, and flays more 
 
 free 
 Than thou with al! thy vaft Pindarick Liberty. 
 Nature does Tick of a ftrong Fever lye, 
 The Fire the Subterraneous Vaults does fjpoil, 
 
 The Mountains Sweat, the Sea does boil, 
 The Sea her mighty Pulfe beats high : 
 
 The Waves of Fire m ore proudly rowl ? 
 
 The Fiends in their d^ep Caverns how], 
 And with the frightful Trumpet mix their hide- 
 ous Cry. 
 
 Now is the Tragick Scene begun, 
 
 The Fire in Triumph marches on 
 The Earth's girt round with Flames, and feem s 
 
 another Sun. 
 
 IV. 
 JBut whither does this lawlefs Judgment roam ? 
 Muft all promifcuoufly expire 
 A Sacrifice in Sodom's Fire ? 
 Read thy Commiflion, Fate, fure all are not thy 
 due, 
 No, thou muft fave the Virtuous few. 
 But where's the Angel Guardian to avert the 
 Doom, 
 Lo with a mighty Hoft he's come ! 
 I fee the parted Clouds give way, 
 I fee the Banner of the Crofs difplay. 
 
 Deaths 
 
ipo Divine H y m n s Mi Poems 
 
 Death's Conqueror in Pomp appears, 
 In his right Hand a Palm he bears, 
 And in his Looks he Sweetnefs wears. 
 Th' illuftrious Glory of this Scene 
 Does the defpairing Saints infpire 
 With Joy, with Rapture and Defire. 
 Kindles the higher Life, that dormant lay 
 
 within. 
 Th' awaken'd Virtue does its Thoughts dif- 
 play, 
 Melts and refines their drofly Clay : 
 New caft into a pure Etherial Frame. 
 They fly, and mount aloft in Vehicles cf 
 Flame. 
 Slack here, my Mufe, thy roving Wing, 
 And now the World's untun'd, let down thy 
 high-fet String. 
 
 Vem 
 
: Divine H y m n s and Poem s. ipi 
 
 Vcni Creator Spiritus. 
 Tranflated into Paraphrafeo 
 
 By Mr. Dryden. 
 
 L 
 
 ■#^Reator Spirit ! by whofe Aid 
 
 " The World's Foundations firfl: were ' Iki'd § 
 
 Come vifit ev'ry pious Mind, 
 
 Come pour thy Joys on Human kind, 
 
 From Sin and Sorrows fet us free, 
 
 And make thy Temples worthy thee : 
 
 II. 
 
 O Source of uncreated Light? 
 The Father's promls'd Paraclite ! 
 Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, 
 Our Hearts with Heavenly Love infpire 5 
 Come, and rhyfacred Unftion bring 
 To fan&ify us while we fing. 
 
 III. 
 
 Plenteous of Grace defcend from high, 
 Rich in thy Sev'nfold Energy ! 
 
 Thou 
 
ipi Divine Hymns cmd Poems, 
 
 Thou Strength of his Almighty Hand, 
 Whofe Power does Heav'n and Earth command ; 
 Proceeding Spirit, our Defence, ^ 
 
 Who doll rhe Gift of Tongues Difpenfe, S 
 And crown'il thy Gift with Eloquence. 3 
 
 Refine, and purge our Earthly Parts, 
 But Oh! inflame and fire our Hearts! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Our Faculties help, and Vice controul, 
 Submit the Senfes to the Soul, 
 And when Rebellious they are grt>wn, 
 Then lay thy Hand and hold 'em down. 
 
 V. 
 
 Chafe from our Minds th' infernal Foe, 
 And Peace, the Fruit of Love, beftow .; 
 And left our Peace ftiou'd ftep aftray 
 Proteft and guide us in the Way, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Make us Eternal Truths receive. 
 And Pra&ife all that we believe, 
 Give us thy Self, that we may fee 
 The Father and the Son by thee. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Immortal Honours, endlefs Fame 
 Attend th' Almighty Father's Name* 
 
 The - 
 
Divine Hymns and Poims, 193 
 
 The Saviour Son be glorify'd, 
 
 U ho for loft Mans Redemption dy'd : 
 
 And equal Adoration be, 
 
 Eternal Paraclite, to thee, 
 
 G OD the Creator, and the 
 Preserver. 
 
 By Mr. Daniel* 
 I 
 
 QFFSPRINGofHeavTi, Celeftial Flame, 
 I own thy Pow'r, Thou lovely Gueir j 
 Numbers fmooth and ibfc infpiring, 
 Ibid Thee welcome to my Brealt : 
 Unfold thy rich Harmonious Store, 
 And to my Mind thy Warmth impart; 
 Give me to feel thy pleafing Rage , 
 
 And let thy Sacred Fire difteni my Heart. 
 And thou, my Lyre, refume thy Lays, 
 And thro' thy painful Silence break, 
 To ling the Great CREATOR'S Praife ; 
 'Tis he who calls, my Lyre, Awake : 
 Proud of the Theme, refume the Lay 
 For Him, whom Earth and Heav'n obey r 
 
ip4 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Each Note fliall bear the hallow'd Name around, 
 And to Superiour Worlds convey the diftant 
 Sound* 
 
 II. 
 
 Parent of all Created Things, 
 
 From whom this Scene of Nature fprings, 
 
 To our charm' d Sight thy Pomp difplay, 
 
 Open all thy Heav'n of Day ; 
 
 Amldft thy (hining Guards be fhewn 
 
 The Glitt'ring Hoft who grace thy Throne : 
 
 For Thee their Golden Lyres they firing . } 
 
 Of Thee in fweeteft Numbers Ting; > 
 
 Confefs Thee GOD, and hail Thee KING. 3 
 
 III. 
 
 On ISRAEL'S Foes to execute thy Rage 
 
 Intent, and waiting for thy high Command ; 
 Whether defign'd to blaft an impious Age, 
 
 Or fave from Lawlefs Pow'i a Fav'rite Land : 
 Mounted on Wings of Winds, they fleer their 
 
 Courfe, 
 And wondrous is their Speed, and wondrous is 
 their Force. 
 
 IV. 
 
 All dark as yet, th' una&ive Mafs 
 Lay bound in heavy Chains of Sleep, 
 
 When big with Life GOD's awful Spirit 
 Sat brooding o'er the mighty Deep. 
 
Divine H v m N s and Poems. 195 
 
 Let there be Light, He faid ; and lo, 
 
 The nimble Beams the FIAT heard, 
 Sprang from the Womb of Ancient Night, 
 And cheerful Light its fmiling Vliage rear'd: 
 On Purple Wings it upward flew, 
 And by his Order fixt on high ; 
 Around its darting Glories threw, 
 
 And ftain'd the Curtains of the Skie : 
 Whether it paints the blufhing Eaft 
 With Rofie Streaks, or gilds the Weft: 
 Not undifcernd by Him, the Heav'nly Ray, 
 He faw that it was Good, and bleft the Infant 
 Day. 
 
 V. 
 
 The vaft Apyfs now meets his Eyes, 
 Where Nature yet in Embrio lies; 
 Where Tyrants of the boundlefs Plain, 
 Chaos and wild Diforder Reign ; 
 The Hot, and Cold, the Moift, the Dry 
 Blended in vaft Confufion lye : 
 Struggling they bear alternate Sway, 
 Around in circling Whirlpools play 
 And win a Momentary Day 
 
 IV. 
 
 But to his Dread Command Obedient prove, 
 And now no more for fruitlefs Empire try ; 
 
 The various Seeds of future Beings move, 
 And ea:h to their appointed Stations fly ; 
 
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\$6 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 There wait his Voice, and at his wondrous Call 
 Leap fudden into Life, and Form this Beauteous 
 ALL. 
 
 VII. 
 
 In the great Lap of Nature laid. 
 
 And breaking from its Oozy Bed, 
 The Huge, the Pondrous Globe of Earth, 
 
 Above the Waters rears irs Head : 
 The tall, th' afpiring Mountains rife, 
 
 And high in Air their Foreheads ihow ; 
 Some their broad Shoulders hide in Clouds, 
 And proudly caft a length of Shade below. 
 Beneath the humble Valley lyes, 
 
 Where, in their Kinds, the Flocks are feen \ 
 Where new created Sweets arife, 
 
 And with frefh Verdure cloath the Plain. 
 Swifter than flitting Winds the Roe 
 Is feen to quit the Mountain's Brow : 
 He feeks the Stream which living Fountains 
 
 yield, 
 Sweeps o'er the Flow'ry Lawns, and flies along 
 the Field. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The mighty Deep his Eye furveys, 
 When (trait its watry World obeys ; 
 Here the rough Surges loudly roar. 
 And in proud Waves infult the Shoar : 
 
 There 
 
Divine H y m n s ak</ P o e m s. 197 
 
 There fofter Rills more eafie glide, ^ 
 And fteal adown the Mountain s Side. 
 
 Various the winding Rivers pafs , *0 
 
 Cooling the fultry Meadow's Face, V 
 
 And gently roll their floating Glafs. 3 
 
 IX. 
 
 Some, where the dreadful Precipice on high 
 
 Does to th 1 affrighted View its Horrors fhov/, 
 In a white Mill difperft involve the Skier, 
 
 And from the Airy Summit plunge below ; 
 Then join their fcatter'd Streams, and force 
 
 their Way, 
 Jlufli headlong o^er the Plain, and pour into the 
 Sea. 
 
 X. 
 
 See, at his Voice the blooming Spring 
 
 In rich Attire the Autumn meets ; 
 She rivals with her Flow'rs its Fruits. 
 
 And boafts a Wildernefs of Sweets : 
 Her lovely Off-fpring, Nature's Pride, 
 
 Difclofe their Beauties all around ; 
 With Odours fcent the Balmy Air, 
 And witha gay Perfufion ftrew the Ground. 
 The Vine in purple Blulhes dreft, 
 
 Clofe to the Elm, difpiays her Charms, 
 Curls herfoft Tendrils round his Waft, 
 
 And fpreads luxuriantly her Arms. 
 
 K 3 Thft 
 
ip3 Divine Hymns and Pobms. 
 
 The ripened Grain on rifing Fields, 
 To Man a pleafing Profpeft yields: 
 In even Ranks the waving Heads appear, 
 Bend with the fruitful Load, and crown the 
 lufty Year. 
 
 XI. 
 
 GOD fpake, when ftrait above the reft 
 
 (Fair Native of the Spicy Ear}) 
 
 A Garden rofe, delicious Scene, 
 
 Of floury Walks, and lively Green ; 
 
 Whatever Sweets adorn the Woods, 
 
 Paint the Fields, or Grace the Floods, 
 
 All that's Lovely, all that's Pair, p 
 
 Form'd by his peculiar Care, 
 
 Unite their Charms, and fix them there 
 
 $ 
 
 XII. 
 
 On evVy Tree the tuneful Choir appears, 
 Of warblingBirds which fing their artlefsLays 
 
 Firft taught by Him to charm the liiYning Ears, 
 And pay Him back his Mufick in his Praife : 
 
 Such EDEN was, his FavVite's foft Abode, 
 
 Kais'd by a Hand Divine, and Worthy of a GOD. 
 
 xin. 
 
 Great Nature's watchful Eye, the SUN, 
 Hears his Voice, and mounts the Skies, 
 Who comb'd his Beamy Locks with Gold, 
 Aad bid the wond'rous Planet rife. 
 
 Around 
 
Diviue H y m n s and Poe m s. i p^ 
 
 Around his Orb in meafur'd Dance 
 
 The circling Hours and Moaths appear; 
 
 The fwifjc-wing'd Minutes lightly move, 
 And mark the Periods of the rolling Year* 
 
 When from on high he darts his Fires, 
 The glowing Bread to tranfport warms ; 
 
 Life bounds afrefh with foft defires, 
 And rode Beauty fweetly charms ; 
 His flaming Arrows pierce the Flood, 
 And ro the bottom bake the Mud : 
 
 Where e'er he points his Beams gay Landslips 
 rife, 
 
 VVhUIl with his quietening touch he paints them 
 as he Hies, 
 
 XIV. 
 
 But when he fhootsthe milder Ray, 
 And downward drives the falling Dayj 
 Cool Evening now irs Beauty rears, 
 And blufhes in its dewy Tears : 
 The wandVing Flocks no longer roye, 
 But feek the covert of the Grove : 
 • The fighting Winds now ceafe to roar, O 
 The drowfie Ocean irorms no more, £ 
 
 But gently dies along the Shore. 3 
 
 XV. 
 
 Near to the Margin of fome peaceful Flood, 
 
 The Nightingal alone in mournful Strains, 
 Tunes her fweet Chorals to the ecchoing Wood* 
 K 4 And 
 
200 Divine Hymns and Poem s* 
 
 And with her various mufick fills the Plains : 
 Sleepfliakes its downy wings o'er Man and Beaft, 
 The SOUL melts thoughtlefs down, and foftens 
 into Reft. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 The lovely Queen of filent Shades, 
 
 The MOON, in trembling Streams of Light, 
 Wheels her pale Chariot llowly on 
 
 O'er the foft Bofom of the Night : 
 Millions of bright refulgent Worlds 
 Heav'ns glitt'ring Lamps are feen to rife $ 
 They as her Virgin Train appear, 
 And She the fair Vicegerent of the Skies. 
 Each Planet in its rolling Sphere 
 
 Proclaims aloud the SACRED NAME, 
 With founds harmonious charms the Air. 
 And fpeaks the POWER from whence ic 
 came : 
 Here in full blaze they fingly fliine, 
 Whilft fome their mingled Beauties join, 
 Like a rich Pavement on the face of night 
 Burn with promifcuous beams, a Galaxy of 
 Light. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Whilft wearied Nature deeps around, 
 And Silence broods upon the Ground, 
 Fir'd with a painful thirft of Blood 
 The gen'rousLyon feeks his Food : 
 
 The 
 
Divine Hymns ^ Poems, 201 
 
 The trembling Flocks his Rage defcry, 
 And ro u 3 ightcd Shepherd flie ; 
 
 But where the Herd more careles ftray, *V 
 \\ irh fu he rakes his way, £■ 
 
 And leaps at o,\zt upon the Prey. 3 
 
 XVIIL 
 
 In vein they ftruggle with fuperlour Might, 
 His fierceft Foes an eafie conqueft yield; 
 
 Till from on high he kcs returning Light, 
 And grieves to quit the Triumphs of the Field; 
 
 He roars aloud, he makes his angry Mane, 
 
 Grins back upon the Day, and fcours along the 
 Plain. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Left in an endlefs Maze of Thoughr, 
 
 What Limits can our wonder keep ? 
 What Tongue can fpeak ? What Heart con- 
 ceive, 
 Great GOD, thy Aftions rn the deep I 
 High as its frothy Billows rife, 
 
 The vaft Enquiry lifts the SOUL, 
 And ftretches out the MIND as wide 
 As fierceft Storms can give its Waves to ro!L 
 \\ hen thy Breath heaves the fuelling Tides, 
 
 And fubtle Lightnings round Thee play, 
 When thy keen wrath in whirlwinds rides, 
 And in black Clouds involves the Day, 
 
 K 5 Thy 
 
202 Divine Hymns and P o e m'?»' 
 
 Thy Voice can caufe their Rage to ceafc, 
 And fpeak the Thunder into Peace: 
 Thy ANGEL at the word darts fwiftly down, 
 Sounds lightly o'er the Waves, and bids them 
 fmoothly run. 
 
 XX. 
 
 Where moffy Caves the fight furprife, 
 And blufhing Groves of Coral rife, 
 The Filh their various Tribute bring, 
 ; And of the Ocean hail Thee KJNG : 
 To court thy Eye their Revels keep, 
 And skim with eafie Fins the Deeps: 
 On Thee they wait with one Accord, 
 As formM by thy ALMIGHTY WORD 
 And in juft Praife confefs Thee LORD, 
 
 •i 
 
 XXL 
 
 Warrn'd with the Glories of a fmiling Day, 
 
 The wanton Dolphins do each other chace, 
 
 Through the green Wayes their filver Scales 
 
 difplay, 
 
 And fwiftly prefs to win the watry Race ; 
 
 Jhrth'd with immoderate Life, they fcorn to 
 
 yield. 
 Est darting to the Goal ; divide the Honours of 
 the Field, 
 
 XXII. Lo, 
 
Divine H y m n s md Poem s. 203 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Lo, the great Monarch of the Floods, 
 
 Leviathan in Pomp appears, 
 Like fome large floating Ifland moves, 
 
 And his huge Bulk in Triumph rears : 
 Swiftly th' affrighted Waves divide, 
 
 When thro' the Deep He plows his Way; 
 In aukward Sport he rolls along, 
 And from his ample Forehead fpouts a Sea. 
 Pleas'd to obferve the Danger nigh, 
 
 He treats with Scorn the hilling Spear, | 
 And mocks the Arrows as they fly, 
 
 As the dull Trump'ry of the War. 
 What Hand but thine, Great God, could give 
 Th 1 unweildy Mafs to move; and live? 
 Yet He, e'en He, does for his Food refort/i 
 Obedient to thy Call, to grace thy Wftfry Court 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Fond Man {hall tempt the ftormy Main, 
 
 (Oh ! whither won't he fleer for gain I) 
 
 Of prefent Biifs forego his Hold,) 
 
 And barter Happinefs for Gold. 
 
 See the tall Ship with flutt'ring Pride 
 
 Upon the dancing Billows ride: 
 
 When long expeiled Gales prove kind, s 
 
 She leaves the lefs'ning Shore behind, C 
 
 And gives her Colours to the Wind, > 
 
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204 Divine Hymns and P oe m s> 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 But when the angry Surge begins to rage, 
 And thro* the boundlefs Wafte the Tempefts 
 roar, 
 O Gracious GOD, do thou their Wrath afTwage, 
 And bid the fighting Whirlwinds florin no 
 more: 
 Let gentle Pity flow within thy Bread; 
 Oh cheer his melting Soul, and give the wearied 
 Sailor Reft. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Fountain of Joy, Eternal Spring, 
 
 From whom our Mortal Beings flow, 
 How doft Thou deal thy Good around ?• 
 And blefs the Subjeft World below ? 
 How fhall we clear the large Account ? 
 Wc wretched Heaps of Duft and Sin, 
 Would we our Gratitude exprefs ? 
 Where fhall our vaft Acknowledgments begin ? 
 When we thy wondrous Work- furvey,' 
 
 And mufing feaft our ravinVd Eyes j 
 The lovely Scene knows no Decay, ' 
 
 But inexhaufted Beauties rife : 
 When thy juft Praifes claim our Song, 
 Expreflion dies upon the Tongue : 
 Too big for Birth, our faltVing Accents break ? 
 And Silence muft enforce what we want Pow'r 
 to f£e*k. 
 
 XXVI. Thy 
 
Divine Hxssx and Poems. 205 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Thy Creatures all expecting ftand, 
 And wait the Bounty of thy Hand ; 
 Whether they haunt the lhady T v* oods, 
 Graze the Plain, or range the Floods j 
 Whether of various Kinds the Fowl, 
 Which row the Lake, or fwim the Pool j 
 Happy by Nature, wild, and free, y 
 
 Inglorious Chains they chafe to flee ; V» 
 
 Full of Life, and full of THEE. 3 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 E'en the fmall Ants do thy Protection {hare, 
 By Thee advis'd, to fave their Wintry Store ; 
 
 Their little Commonwealth employs thy Care, 
 Too wife to want, too frugal to be poor : 
 
 Well may theyfhame the puzzledSchemes of Man, 
 
 Since from thy THOUGHT DIVINE they 
 drew the wondrous Plan. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 In all the radiant Pomp of Heav'n, 
 
 Plac'd on thy bright refulgent Throne, 
 Regard thy ISRAEL here below, 
 
 And look with foft Compaflion down. 
 And Thou, my SOUL, with ftri&eft Care, 
 
 And trembling Awe, his Statutes keep ; 
 Think what thou art, from whom thou cam' ft • 
 Be calmly wife, and let his Thunder ileep. 
 
 JFo:; 
 
2o<5 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 For, oh! fliould he but once command 
 
 His dreadful Legions to engage, 
 Not Worlds can fave Thee from his Hand, 
 
 Or dare to skreen Thee from his Rage. 
 To the tall Hills wou'dft thou complain, 
 To hide thee there, alas/ is vain: 
 Thofe everlafting Hills his Rage would flee ; 
 Would run about as wild, and prove as weak 
 as thee, 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 When a Cloud thickens on his Brow, 
 And riling Storms his Anger fliow ; 
 No more thefe fpringing Sweets appear, 
 But fudden Winter chills the Year: 
 Amazement checks the wondering Flood, 
 And the MOON blots her Orb with Blood j 
 The SUN no more in Glory burns, y 
 
 Each Creature to its Duft returns, > 
 
 And Univerfal Nature mourns. j 
 
 XXX. 
 
 With folded Arms the penfive Gard'ner (rands, 
 
 W hilft his deftoying Angel taints the Air, 
 
 Which fpreads the dire Contagion o'er his 
 
 Lands, 
 
 And nips the Glories of his flow'ry Care: 
 
 On the parch'd Earth their withering Beauty 
 
 lies, 
 
 Whilft blaited by his Breath, the fair Creation 
 
 dks, 
 
 XXXI. 
 
ine Hymns and PoemS. 207 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 Hall, Manbelov'd, whofe fhining Forms 
 
 EmployM thy Makers nobleft Care; 
 Who fhap'd with Art thy tender Limbs, 
 
 And caft thee in a Mould fo fair : 
 Thy grofTer Subftance to refine, 
 
 He purg'd the Mais from its Allay; 
 Infus'd a quick, immortal Soul, 
 And ftamp'd his glorious Image on the Clay. 
 Canft thou forget the mean Ellate 
 
 From which thy humble Lot was ta'eni 5 
 Or him who fiVd thy better Fate, 
 
 And kindly bid thee live and reign ? 
 What Privilege to thee is giv'n, 
 Thou laft, thou fav'rite Work of Heav'n! 
 With Face erect, to view his bright Abode, 
 To learn his righteous Laws, and know him for 
 
 thy GOD. 
 
 XXXII. 
 Thofe Ills which guilty Sinners dread, 
 Shall harmlefs play around thy Head : 
 Why fhould'ft thou fear the Shock to ftand, 
 When cover' d by thy Maker's Hand ? 
 He form'd thee free, as freely Jive; 
 Enjoy what Innocence can give ; 
 For Blifs Supreme thy Tafte prepare, 
 Within his Bofom lodge thy Care, 
 And place thy loy'd ElizJum there. 
 
 XXXIII, 
 
208 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Sleep, happy Man, do thou fecurely reft; 
 
 Let no dark Thought thy even Mind ccntroul? 
 Whilft Virtue reigns the Sov'reign of thy Bread, 
 
 And wifely fways the Motions of thy Soul: 
 In a foft Flow thy eafle Life fliall glide ; 
 Hcav'n be thy firm Support* and Providence 
 thy Guide. 
 
 XXXIV, 
 
 Hence, ye Prophane, ye empty Names, 
 
 Whofe beafted Influence we defy ; 
 Mil com, and Ajhtoreth, and Baal, 
 
 Ye idle Rabble of the Sky : 
 Pounded to Duft, your Statues falf r 
 
 Your folemn Rites fhall found no more j 
 Your Maker's Maker, as our Lord* 
 We own with Tranfporc, and with Pride adore. 
 Ye Angels, praife his facred Name, 
 
 Ye heard the mighty Fiat giv'n; 
 And hail'd the vl-ORD with loud Acclaim, 
 
 Which Ihook the Battlement of Heav'n: 
 Whilft woiid'ring Worlds fhall catch the 
 
 Sound, 
 And waft the hallow'd Notes around; 
 With flying Fingers touch the trembling Lyre, 
 Sweet, as what Loye Divine, and Gratitude 
 infpixe, 
 
 XXXV, 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 209 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 Whilfr fervent Vows from Altars rife, 
 And Clouds of Incenfe reach the Skies; 
 Whilft Nature i^:eaks in ev'ry Part, 
 And Senfe of Duty warms the Heart ; 
 Could'ft thou, my Soul, forgetful be ? 
 Silence would be a Crime in thee. 
 Raife on Devotion's fwifteft Wing, 
 Do thou thy tuneful Tribute bring 
 To Him, who gave the Mufe to fing. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 How vaft the Thought? How daring are the 
 Lays, 
 Which fpeak thy A&ions to recording Fame ? 
 To found to lifVning Worlds, Great God ! thy 
 Praife, 
 Weak is my Force, tho' glorious is my Theme. 
 Mount, mount, my Soul, in that Etherial Fire 
 Which burns within my Heart, and never lhall 
 expire, 
 
 DEATHS 
 
no Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 DEATH'S Vision. 
 A POEM. 
 
 COme gentle Ghoft, that's launched and gone 
 
 From Coafls of dull Mortality, 
 That's well arriv'd, and entertain'd as one 
 
 Of the triumphant Colony, 
 That ftocks the Regions of the bleft Eternity, 
 Come eafe my burthen'd Mind, and tell 
 What 'tis to bid the World farewel • 
 What 'tis t 'abandon all that's dear, 
 My Hopes and Joys below, 
 My Friends and Studies too, 
 And all my known Converfes here. 
 Oh! tell what 'tis to take a Flight 
 Beyond the Changes of revolving Light, 
 To Worlds I never faw, 
 Worlds of Wonder, and of Awe, 
 Or filFd with folid Glory, or with folid Night ! 
 Come, candid Spirit, hafte and fly, 
 
 And 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 211 
 
 And (if thou canft declare, 
 And I the News can bear) 
 
 Come, tell n:e what it is to die. 
 
 II. 
 
 Oh! fay what will become of me, 
 When Monumental Cold fhall feize 
 This Organized Cask, and freeze 
 Its attive Pow'rs and Faculties.' 
 In what myfterious Plight fhall I then be, 
 When Life's weak Lamp, that now thcfe Years 
 has fhone, 
 Shall be extinft and gone; 
 And when the Primi genial Fire, 
 That bad the Pulfe keep Time, and beat 
 And ftrike the Moments of its Heat, 
 
 Shall Janguifh and expire. 
 When thefe foft Bellows too, that fo 
 Unweariedly do blow, 
 Are working Day and Night, 
 To fan, and to foment the wafting Light, 
 Shall all unmechaniz'd, and all unactive grow 5 
 
 Shall all their toilfome Labour fparc, 
 And play no more with fwelling Gales of in- 
 tercurrent Air. 
 And when the Purple, Vital Flood, 
 That drives the Wheels, and keeps the Bellows 
 
 Always fwelling, always blowing, 
 That never yet has flood ; 
 
 A meer 
 
212 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 A meer Maotis fhall be found, 
 
 Forget its beaten trace, 
 Be weary of its native Pace, 
 And run no more its long accuftom'd hafty 
 Round. 
 
 III. 
 
 Alas! what {hall poor I become, 
 When all the Minlfters of Senfe, 
 The Pofts of quick Intelligence, 
 
 Shall march no more from home/ 
 Shall neither tell th* Affairs abroad, 
 Nor their Domeftick News bring in, 
 Being (lain upon the R.oad, 
 Difpatch no more Advices to the Mind with! ft, 
 When nimble Spies that were 
 So ready to deteft from far, 
 Shall be cafhier'd their Office quite. 
 No fprightly Images reftore, 
 And bufily conVerfe no more 
 With the unnumber'd Offspring of refle&ed 
 Light ; 
 When the deaf Drum fhall not rebound. 
 And Trumpet's winding Space 
 Shall modulate no more a needful Sound, 
 T' allarum or allure the Regent of the Place ; 
 When the perceptive Hammer fball not know 
 Its Pra&ice, nor confign prefcribtd Blow 
 Unto the wonted Anvil there, and fo 
 No more ftull in the fon'rous Forge be coin'd 
 
 The 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 2 13 
 
 The airy Medals of a fpeaking Mind ; 
 When the officious Guards that wait 
 
 Their Duty at the Palace-Gate, 
 
 Still girt to execute Commands, 
 
 Or EmbaiTy to Feet or Hands, 
 
 Shall be disbanded from their Coafts, 
 And hurry'd away from their attended Ports, 
 Or (lupid fink, unable to difclofe 
 Occurring Friends or Foes; 
 When the rich Palace with its Tower on high 
 
 (The Sacred Microcofm s Court, 
 Where now Ideas of all Qualities refort,) 
 Shall fall, and in its fatal Ruins lie ; 
 When the bright Regent, fcar'd by this Decay, 
 Shall take her fore'd relenting Flight away, 
 From her old-tenanted, inhofpitable Clay. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Then in what Shape will Death appear ! 
 What altered Apprehenfions will he bring? 
 
 Death ! that has often walk'd fo near, 
 f In Grandeur of a proud, remorfelefs King! 
 The hecYring Ghoft, at whofe black Triumphs 
 gaind, 
 I have fo oft been entertain'd ; 
 Whofe breathlefs Trophies, fcatter'd all around, 
 Have fo augmented, and enrich'd the Ground ? 
 Dread Heaven's infatiate Minifter, that ftill 
 Is eager, and impatient to fulfil 
 His bloody, old Comrnffiion, SIjj and Kill* 
 
 That 
 
214 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 That has pair. Ages into Darknefs hurl'd, 
 And ftill difpeoples the fucceeding World; 
 Dearth, the unceiTant Sting, and future Bane 
 Of all the galled Guilty and Prophane ! 
 The undifturb'd Retreat, th' immortal Eafe 
 Of wauVd and undefined Confciences : 
 Sworn Enemy to all that's brave and bright : 
 Sole U flier to the World of Joys and Light. > 
 Death! the ftrange Finite, Uncreated Thing, 
 The abfolute, the poor, precarious King; 
 The potent, metaphyfick Shade, which all 
 The Learned will but mere Privation call. 
 Great Sov'raign! who exalts his Subjefts moft, 
 Yet tramples i-hem to Silence and to Dull: : 
 The legal Monarch, whofe juit Pow'r and 
 Throne , 
 
 Is founded in Unrighteoufnefs alone : 
 Whofe rightful Claims t'oppofe with ftiff De- 
 fence, 
 Is facred Duty and Allegience. 
 Thou crafty Foe, whole unexampled Pow'r 
 Cou'd wound and flay ev'n thine own Con- 
 queror. 
 Tyrannick Fool too, who by haft'ning fo 
 To lov'd, repeated Victories, 
 New Triumphs and Solemnities, 
 Art polling ftill to thine own Overthrow'. 
 The greateft Captive thou could'ft ever boaft, 
 Whofe Life in conqu'ring thee was loft; 
 
 Whom 
 
Divine H X m n S and PopmS. 215 
 
 Whom it ore thy growing Pride oppreft, 
 More bruis'd and mortify'd than all the reft, 
 WilLjrome eYe long, in Grandeur come to fee 
 Himfelf and all his' Friends reveng'd on thee : 
 Will grind thy Bones, and break thy Matter's 
 
 Head, 
 And thou that fte>rft a World of Life, lhalt ever 
 
 then be dead. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ah me ! kind Spirit, that's marchM Above, 
 
 U hat will Death's Paflion, PowV, and Corl- 
 
 queft prove? 
 What will befal me, when thefe Corps fliall lie 
 A Proftrate Viftim to his Soveraignty? 
 Whither, O whither fliall I flee, 
 r When once his greedy Stroak is part ? 
 To what ftrange Climate fliall I hafte? 
 
 And what then fhall I be ? 
 How fliall I aft ? what fhall I do ? 
 What Wonders fliall I ice? 
 What Scenes and Worlds will then he open'd 
 to my View ? 
 My View ! with what Amazement prefs'd, 
 To fee my felf ftript naked, and undrefs'd : 
 Script of that Garb that I fiuuld always wear 
 
 Had not TranfgrelTion entred there ; 
 The native Garb, which the Creator's Mind 
 As half of Compound- felf defign/d, 
 
 What 
 
2 1 6 Divine Hymns and P o e m s, 
 
 What Start will fhake me at Surprize, 
 To fee an Uncompounded feif arife: 
 To fee what 'tis will then leap out alive, 
 A Novel felf that muft my felf furvive. 
 This indivifible, extended Point, 
 That fcatters Life thro' ev'ryjoinu ■ 
 That while it fits, and reigns on high, 
 To loweft Office condefcends, 
 From Head to Foot, from Hand to Eye, 
 Quick Errands and Difpatches fends: 
 That guides at once the Head and Heart, 
 Being All in All, and All in evVy Part. 
 The intellective, vital Flame, 
 That cold and dormant lies, 
 Is thouehtlefs (truck, and dies 
 By the untunM Contexture of th' unthinking 
 
 Frame. 
 Effential Thought/ that can pure Light com- 
 mence, 
 Can clear Ideas join, 
 Divide, review, refine, 
 Run Round Imagination's Line, 
 Lock'd up Clofe Prisoner by the Minifters of 
 
 Senfe / 
 Kind Immaterial Form, that quick Receives 
 Material Laws our Mechanifm Gives/ 
 Dependent Life, that Independent lives! 
 Proteus ! That varies to all Shapes at Will, 
 Affumesall Figures, that fubmit 
 To Teft of Mathematick Wit, 
 
 Strange 
 
Drone Hymns and Pofms 2x7 
 
 Yet incorporeal (rands and lhapelefs frill ; 
 
 Strang'- Wandcier, that loves to 10am 
 Thro' Earth, and S-.as, and Star*, yet frays at 
 
 home. 
 Celefrial S t ack, tha: Hand a~d Ceme, t files, 
 Yet bound by Fumes, an: fi .viih Symj arhies: 
 That fliou'd by Int'reft, and by la cure move 
 Tow\ds rh 1 unconfiVd, congenerous Realms 
 
 at ove ; 
 Yet fonGJ), 'mldft its num'rous Cracks, and 
 
 Storms, 
 Still caves the crazy Cabin it *nf; r ms ; 
 Subftanrial M\ fiery, thac knows 
 
 Exoric Beings well; 
 Jut what it is, how acts and does, 
 Is to itfelf ail unconceivable. 
 
 VI. 
 But now arrived at foreign Land, 
 How mute ana hov'ring (hall I (rand, 
 Struck thro with various Fright ; 
 Not knowing what to do, 
 Nor whit be 1 I'm to go, 
 Nor how to fpring an unembodyed Flight; 
 Won't ev'n a fm*;t Refentment rife, 
 
 At thofe, whofe decent Art 
 Perfc-. ms rtu laft obliging Part, 
 In iealing up che Lips and Eyes? 
 Refentment ; that unfriendly they 
 Wpu'd ftudicufl}- prevent my Stay, 
 
 L Us 
 
% 1 8 Divine H y m n s and P oue m s. 
 
 Or my EfTay'd Return into the Cooling Clay! 
 Or will fome Friendly Ghoft: be Near, 
 By Sympathizing Kindnefs Brought, 
 JBy late Experience taught, 
 
 His following Brethren to Relieve and Cheer? 
 What Foreign Garb will He Prepare 
 
 To cloath a naked Stranger there ; 
 
 To Drefs me for the World werel muft dwell, 
 
 Or carve thick Night and Darknefs palpable? 
 A fultry, fmoaking Vehicle, 
 The gloomy Robes of Death and Hell ! 
 Robes ever unconfurn'd, that are 
 
 The Badges of Confufion and Defpair! 
 Or, by Divine Commiition Frame 
 ^Ethereal Vefture for a Ghoft, 
 Strait bound for the Celeftial Coaft, 
 
 Cut out of Orient Azure fring'd with Lambent 
 Flame ? 
 
 The Temporary Garb, that only may 
 A while fupply and indicate 
 
 The Office of the fublimated Clay, 
 
 When rais'd to Glory and immortal State ! 
 Or, rather will fome Cherub ftand, 
 By fpecial Office charg'd at Hand, 
 ( Long skill'd in this deep Exerclfe,) 
 
 To learn me immaterial Myfteries ? 
 Will he with charming Meffage faid 
 Difmifs my Fears, and make me glad ? 
 
 Will he come teach an unfledg'd Soul to fly, 
 
 To fee, without the Optics of an Eye? 
 
 Teach 
 
D.v;^ H \ i i >• s and Poems. 219 
 
 Teach to diftinguifli Sounds, and hear 
 Without the Giavc Foimalit) of an Ear? 
 Teach me to fpeak the Troubles of a Mind, 
 That's fore'd to leave his "iongue, and Head, 
 and Heart behina ? 
 
 Will he come guide, -and guard my Way, 
 
 (That canobut it exaitly know 
 
 By often Traveling to and fro) 
 To the exalted Realms of Everlafring Day ? 
 
 vn. 
 
 Come then, let's mount and fly 
 On winged Wills to the rich Worlds on High. 
 Oh me ! my Guide ! what U order's here 
 In all our Road fuccefllvely appear ? 
 What Natures now, what Shapes thefe Atoms 
 
 wear, 
 That Form this Fluid, this elaftic Air! 
 
 Atoms too fi . noital fight, 
 
 Bat largeand gtbCs iterial Light ! 
 
 See, with what Rage they from each other 
 
 Rove, 
 Renouncing {till the Law of mutual Love ! 
 
 See, in what whirling Stream* they fl 
 What different Streams embrace them, as they 
 
 Look there, how fwelfd volumino.is W 
 flies 
 From raging Seas into the calmer Skies ! 
 
 L 2 
 
 W ; 
 
210 Divine H y m n s and Pot us. 
 
 •What flaming Floods difcharged there 
 Frcm loud Volcano's finge the Atmofphere, 
 From hidden Mines and Treafures up they 
 
 come, 
 From each or friendly or infe&ious Womb ! 
 Look how cloy'd Planets yonder vomit forth 
 Their heterogeneous Humours t'wards the 
 
 Earth. 
 What Rendezvouz is here ? no Wonder hence 
 Strange airy Laws, quick Life or Death com- 
 
 mence! 
 See , how they marfhal / How their Force 8 
 
 pin ; 
 How greet and fight, how feperate and com* 
 
 bine! 
 Aks! Poor Native Globe, whofe various Fate 
 Hangs on the Turns of this embroyled State / 
 Welcome, ah/ Welcome, bleft informing 
 Light, 
 That Cures my old Miftakes, and Scouts, 
 My numerous Philofophic Doubts, 
 And chafes all my Scepticifm quite/ 
 Now are firft Seeds and Principles difclos'd, 
 Effential Forms and Textures all expos'd. 
 Itr mortal Seeds, that intermingled lie 
 The Ground of unaccountable Variety ; 
 Textures by which brisk Flames do upward 
 
 Ride, 
 And^hofe by which pellucid Waters Glide ; 
 
 Without 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems, hi 
 
 Without tyr'd Study now, the Central Charms 
 
 appear, 
 Which Bodies reitlefs make, till they come 
 
 there. 
 Now tht myfterious Love at lad, I trace 
 Thar binds and Ads the vail: Corporeal Whole, 
 
 Tharplays theunivtrfal Soul, 
 AfTigning all their Order, and their Place. 
 No Wonder, So lis breathe Union and Agree, 
 
 Made upof Love and Harmony/ 
 No Wonder, facred Spirits (whofe glorious 
 
 Head 
 Has upon them attraft i ve Uncllon fted ) 
 Are by a Wronger Gravitation jcin'd, 
 V hole Love and Harmony is all rtign'd, 
 This v-hoie \a orld's Law, and Life appears to 
 
 be 
 Nought elfebur Love and Harmony ; 
 Ev'n Matter's belt is urg'd with Am'iousSuit, 
 Inclm'd in ali its Parts to Mutual Salute ; 
 Myfrerious Love, whofe binding Power con« 
 
 drains 
 Thelbppry'ft Faces wlththe ebfeft Chain: : 
 That teaches bleeding Steel to Wound by 
 
 ftealth, 
 Or greeting fend, and fympathetlc Health ; 
 Infpires dead Fibres, intrT har,no 1. 1 is Tone, 
 At once to warble, and dance Uunon ; 
 
 L 3 Magne* 
 
zzz Divine H y m n s and Poems. 
 
 Magnetic Virtues and their puzzling Caufe 
 Which unmechanic feem'd and fprung from 
 
 Laws, 
 Of fome ftrange forreign Syftem, now T find, 
 No Riddles are to Love, and to a naked Mind. 
 I fee, why the touched Needle frill fcents 
 
 about, 
 Till it has found its Darling Quarter out; 
 And why, unconftant grown, ic ibmetimes 
 
 takes 
 New-fprung Amours, and its dear Korth for- 
 
 fakes ; 
 Why flow'ring Vines tho* nYd in dlftant Soil 
 Prompt Wines in England to Ferment and 
 
 Boil; 
 How blooming Trees (as 'twere, for future 
 
 Birth; 
 Unfrain dyM Cloaths, and call their Atoms forth 5 
 Why dark'ned Seas pretend to fcatter Light, 
 As if they truly Lodg'd the Sun by Night; 
 I fee, ( Philofophy I long'd to know, 
 But v as too Deep for poreing Minds below ) 
 \\ hy liiVning Seas fo daily watch the Shore, 
 Crowd up \he Roads, down which they ran 
 
 before, 
 As if they yet ren emVred old Command, 
 .Or crav'd raw Leave to drown the guilty Land ; 
 Heav'ns Shops and Magazines unlocked I view. 
 What cool Alembic drops the Rain and Dew ; 
 
 What 
 
Divine Hymn s and P o e ms- 2 
 
 What La th fo turns, what Art japans the 
 
 Bow, 
 What Looms prepare and weave the fleecy 
 
 Snow ; 
 In what tight Mills the icy Bails are Ground, 
 Why fmall or larger made, why White and 
 
 Round; 
 How the Sun's Banner ftormy Fight prepares, 
 And Summons airy Troops to blufVring Wars 5 
 What wild Ingredients are together cramrnd, 
 And into clowdy Cannons clofely ramm'd, 
 At whofe Dread roar fierce Balls and Fires are 
 
 hurl'd, 
 Omens of that, that muft calcine the World ; 
 From what low Birth proud Meteors climb the 
 
 Air, 
 What combs and kindles their prefaging Hair; 
 How cou'd I feaft the Students now below, 
 
 (Might I for their Relief and Eafe 
 Defcend a $«*V **" PW»*) 
 Solve their diftra&ing Problemsquick andfhow 
 Rules of Reflected and Refrafted Light, 
 How all the Tribes of fep'rate Colours Grow, 
 And all combin'd beget the fingle White ? 
 Learn 1 d Death, that in one Hour inftrufts me 
 
 more 
 Than all my Years on Earth before ! 
 Than all my Academic Aids cou'd do, 
 Than Chronies, Books and Contemplations 
 
 too ! 
 
 L 4 Death! 
 
224 Divine Hymns and Foe.w. 
 
 Death ! That exalts me ftralt to high'ft Degree.! 
 Commen-d a more than Newton in Abflrufe 
 Philoio^hy. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 How fail we mount, my Guide, my Eye 
 Can icarce purfue the Orbs run whirling by I 
 
 B< ing now arriv'd at Sattwrrs Sphere, 
 Let's fland a while, and take a Profpeft there. 
 Thtfe Worlds cou'd ne'er be made,nor furnifbed 
 Dull Mortals only to amaze, 
 To call rh^m out to Peep and Gaze, 
 They're nobler Entertainment for the Dead/ 
 Great God.' what Pow'r and Skill combine 
 To manage this myfterious Frames 
 Thy Glories in each Portion fhine, 
 'Tis big with thine Almighty NTame/ 
 Ah.' Happy ProAecl, that infallibly confutes 
 Old Prejudice, and ends Theorical Difputes • 
 Now, now, to Sight, the Controverts done, 
 Whether our little Glebe manrain 
 The Centre of this whirling main, 
 Oi whisks its yearly Journey round the Sun? 
 The little Globe, how wifely p'ae'd 
 In Day and Night alternate there, 
 Inchangeing SeaTdnsbf the Year, 
 For cheulning the Lives with which 'tis proud- 
 ly grae'd / 
 How honourably ferv'd and waited on 
 By a beneficent revolving Moon, 
 
 A dark 
 
Divine Hvmns and Poems. 225 
 
 A dark Diftributer of Light, 
 That kindly fhortens and adorns the Night? 
 Patron of Man's 1 ranquillity and Eafe / 
 Ordaind Difturber of Pacific Seas / 
 What wild Meanders does the Wand'rer trace, 
 Inconftant to her Orb, her Light and Pace ? 
 How oft does the Old ChangTing Love t'affume 
 In fpite of Age, New Life and Youthful Bloom, 
 How oft with varyed Face affeft to ride 
 Along the admiring Heavns, and to fiiow 
 A Pifture of Unconftancy and Pride? 
 Ah/ Fatal, fatal Governefs lelow/ 
 
 But let me gaze on, and admire 
 
 That bo\ling Ocean of unfuel'd Fire, 
 The Soul of all the Planetary Quire/ 
 
 Time's Parent, and Time's Offspring too, 
 Recorder of the Years, and Breath we Drew.' 
 Vicarious God / on whofe Impeiial State 
 A Train of Worlds for Life and Motion wait: 
 Obliging Power/ thus daily to renew 
 Thy I argeffes, ro thefe rhy Clients bound.' 
 Thus folemnly to turn thy felf around, 
 And take them all within tby friendly View / 
 R : cl-> Painter / That can thus carels the Eye, 
 Eefto **s on ev'ry Face its different Dy, 
 And hangs the Globe in all its gaudy Tapeftry. 
 Why d^d blind Nations ftyle thee God of Love ? 
 Was it becaufe thou doft fo lovely prove, 
 Each Body does thy kind approaches Woe £ 
 
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 ?:cig*:-5 >;_:re sf Lite, tl Time 
 
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Divine Hymns and Poems, 227 
 
 Sweet Venus follows, and maintains 
 Thro 1 all her Changes and her Wanes 
 
 A Hill unclouded lovely Face/ 
 
 Such ccnftant Beauty, tho' In He 
 
 (As mortal Beauties us'd to be,) 
 
 Intangled with Unconftancy, 
 Can't chufe but Charm each Agronomic Eyev 
 
 Her iiimble-foored Harbinger, , 
 
 Tho' plac'd amidft the Streams 5 
 Of beautifying Beams, 
 
 Is more illuftrous made by her. 
 
 Nowfto^p, weak Reafon, nor pretend 
 Tofcan wife Nature's Rules, or End/ 
 
 Ah / u ho'd expe£r to find 
 That fma!ler Orb difplac'd fo far behind ? 
 
 Solietlehe, (6 diftant fet 
 
 From the great Spring of Light and Hear, 
 
 He needs muft wear a darker Robe. 
 
 Than that, that Cloaths my native Globe 5 
 
 Sofrig'dtoo, how can he bear 
 The name cf the Old Pagan God of War 3J 
 
 But here advance to nearer Sight 
 
 toud Heralds of Eternal Might; 
 
 See, how Plebeian Plannets fly, 
 PcilciYd with trembling Fear, 
 They hide and di (appear, 
 AsMighry Jove drives h ; s brisk Stages I - 
 
 Vaft 7wt, whofe Grandure will difdain 
 
 Of iblar Diftancs to complain, 
 
 1 6 
 
228 Divine H ym n s and P o em s- 
 
 VI hen he himfelf can (uch high State dif lay 
 
 In his refplendent Train, 
 That guards his Motions and makes bright his 
 Way/ 
 Yet great as he pretends to be, 
 The Royal Matter of this Sphere, 
 Tho' Size and Bulk he'll not compare, 
 (In ponderous Bulk and Size 
 No great Perfection lies) 
 Boafts a more poirpous Train than he. 
 See what a tedious Path he's fain to trace, 
 Hew far from Jove's, to give his large Retinue 
 
 Space? 
 But, Oh / what curious Piece did Art divine, 
 
 And well taught Nature here defign ? 
 Does in this Orb a facred Covenant grow 
 Decypher'd by this hoiizontal Bow? 
 
 How richly's this grave Wand'rer dreft 
 With an Illuirrious Ring above the Reft? 
 Around it rolls, makes all its Parts appear, 
 Yet lies obfeur'd in Light, for half the Year ;_ 
 What different Office it at once can play, 
 Both make the Night and make the Day ! 
 It's circling Pace can Life retreive, 
 And make the dying Fluids live ; 
 See, how its various Phafcs, Uk and End. 
 Ac once delight the wendring Natives and be« 
 
 friend ? 
 Lay Mortals, lay your learned Glades by, 
 Too feeble, too (hort-fighted to defcry 
 
 Afi 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 229 
 
 All thefe Attendants of his State, 
 
 That thu* abouc him lun 
 Supply and Slight the diftant Sun, 
 And rich Philoi^hy and charming Views 
 create / 
 Now, now adieu ye.pleaiing Store 
 Of D' earns and Fancies I indulg'd before f 
 I/cfwhac Natives thefe tofs'd lflands bare, 
 Natives, asdirTient as their Climates aie .' 
 Their Studies, Pleasures and Employs I fee, 
 Mow much mere happy and more puie than 
 
 we ; 
 More heavenly they, more fit aud glad to raife 
 By Love tnd Service the Creator's Praiie. 
 Ah me .' what diff'rent Balls take yonder flight, 
 Vaft fiery Balls, cl d o'er with thickned Night! 
 How regular, how fwift, how far they run, 
 From us, thro' all the Orbs, around the torch- 
 ing Sun/ 
 Ah .' wretched Wights, that there in Durance 
 
 dwell, 
 Confin'dto thofe frl t hureous Rooms of Hell.' 
 Erratic Dungeons, defthVdto preient 
 
 Heaven's Juftice flaming there 
 Upon the Prifonersof Defpair, 
 
 Before the feveral Worlds, redeem'd and inno- 
 cent, 
 To warn the one to Praife, the other to Repent 1 
 
 Well may afton : f?'d Mortals gaze 
 At the ominous Flaaies, with which they blaze, 
 
 No 
 
ijo Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 No wonder they prognosticate 
 The Evils, they the mlVves create! 
 Ah ! now the Laws by which they cut the Air, 
 Their threatning Tails, and long inflamed 
 
 Hair, 
 How they are chainM intheir Elliptic Race. 
 Nor gallop out into the Fields of Neighb'ring. 
 
 Space. 
 Their Caufes, Ends, and dire Effefts below, 
 To aw full Satisfaction are apparent now ! 
 Great God , .what Pow'r , and Prudence to 
 
 the full 
 Are fcatter'd thro' the expanded Whole/ 
 Stupendous Bulk and Symmetry , 
 Crofs Motion and clear Harmony, 
 Clofe Union and Antipathy, 
 Proje&ile Force and Gravity, 
 In fuch well pois'd Proportions Fall, 
 As ftrike this Artful, Mathematic Dance f 
 
 All. 
 Come hither, all the Atheiftic Tribe, 
 Who this wife Scene to Senfelels Caufe a- 
 
 fcribe, 
 Gome hither, as e'relong ycu muft, and fee 
 The radiant D^nonftrations of the Deity! 
 But juftly may you dread to find, 
 
 When Flefh's Veil (hall be withdrawn, 
 When long Eternity (hail dawn, 
 The Exifttnce of the Almighty and All-Holy 
 Mind* 
 
 what 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 231 
 
 O what Confufion and what Fears 
 Will tear your Soul , when Deity appears ? 
 O Study thefe Cojiviftive Views 
 That may prevent your Endlefs Tears? 
 O now bethink ye of che Burning News 
 Ghofl Sydenham thundYed in his Chrony's Ears, 
 News, that create the J. ) ; s where Angels Dtrelf, 
 That feed the deathleis W orm and rapid Flames 
 
 of Hell/ 
 The Eternal News, whrh might but I the fame 
 So needful now, with Heaven's juft Leave Pro- 
 claim, 
 Shou'd foon fill all the open'd Mouths of Fame/ 
 
 Or with which rather, cloath'd in Noife 
 More loud than Thunder, or than Sinai's Voice; 
 
 I'd. preach from hence and quickly make 
 The Globe and all it's Unbelievers Quake, 
 Yea, the \ hole Planetary Syftem Shake ! 
 I'd Storm thofe bolted Ears, and quickly 
 
 Drov;n 
 The Noife and Hurry of each Ravenous Town* 
 The loud, pathetic Accents I'd Pronounce, 
 Shou'd ftop the Tide of Buflnefsall at once, 
 Dear Gain and Mirth fhou'd (con abandon'd be 
 To give grave Audience to my News and me. 
 Td make the proud Afpirer crouch, and court 
 TheFace and Favour he his made his Sport ; 
 I'd make the Accurfed Mifer throw with Shame 
 His Idol tc the Caves from whence it came ; 
 
 I'd 
 
%l% Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 I'd foon Confute the Epicure, and fright 
 TfT impatient Wanton from his lewd Delight 
 I'd cure the Fop of his di drafted Fits, 
 And m ke the Brain-fickBeau to find his Wits 
 And make the Sceptic and the Hobbian Schools 
 Recant their Max'ms, and confeund their Kules 
 The Lofty 'ft Monaichs (whole iubliirer Biith 
 Makes them Ador'd, and look like Gods on 
 
 Faith) 
 Shou'd foon the Force of Heav'nly Grandure 
 
 feel, 
 And Crowned Heads beneath his Footftool 
 
 Kneel ; 
 No more in vain fhou'd the weak Preacher 
 
 Spread 
 Perfwafive Hands and Rreathunto the Dead, 
 I'd mak? Him put more Soul into his Breath, 
 I'd make Them- hear, aad burft the Chains of 
 
 Death ; 
 Confcience ft-ou'd wake, and preach, and Con- 
 
 fcious Fears 
 Shou'd roar more loud than Mortars in their 
 
 Ears ; 
 Thro' every Clime the Rev'rend News fliou'd 
 
 Sound, 
 Each Cave and Veil fhou'd with the News Re* 
 
 bound / 
 And Vocal Seas repeat and roll f he News around I 
 Ah/ Fooli(h Thought/ this Complicated 
 
 Throng 
 
 Of 
 
Divine Hymns and Poims. 235 
 
 Of 9 orks and Laws Divine, 
 Where liich immenfe Perfections (bine, 
 More loudly tells the News without a Tongue r 
 
 When this wide Plain was firft pourtray'd, 
 The S3 Hem's fixt Foundations laid, 
 The rich Materials brought, and in juft Bal* 
 
 lance weigh'd 
 Well might pkas'd Seraphs fliout, and all the 
 
 Throng 
 Of Morning- Stars ftrifce up a Celebrating Song ; 
 
 * O; O, the Treafures of Eternal Might. 1 
 
 r The Magazines of felf- exlftent Love and 
 
 ' Light' 
 4 Tho' in our Realms ftili frefh Ap^Uufcs 
 Grow, 
 Where immaterial Wonders always flow; 
 c Turn we afide, and ftoop to fee 
 
 * New Matter's maze, and multiform Variety 5 
 Matter, whofe dusky Nature can furprize 
 Our finning, intellective Faculties ; 
 
 ' That puzzles them with undiffclved Knot, 
 € 'Tis frill Divifible, and yet 'tis not! 
 
 * Blefs us ! how Matter and its Motion can 
 In all the Pompoflntiicacy reign/ 
 
 1 Huge Mafles, niceft Subtleties, 
 4 Weights, Numbers, Figures, and Degrees 
 1 Of Union, Textures, J imes, and Tone, 
 1 And MeafureS) that tranfeend our own; 
 
 * Difcordant Motions, fwifc and flow 
 Yet uniform and conftant too, 
 
 ' Dlrcft 
 
234 Divine H y m n s and Poems. 
 
 ( Direft, elliptic, circular, 
 Vibrations too that interfere, 
 
 * Thoufands of References far and near, 
 ' How iwiftly by the dextrous Skill 
 
 * Of potent Counfel, and omnifcient Will, 
 
 * Are calculated all, and intermingled here ? 
 
 1 How well are Breath divine, and Dufl com* 
 ' pnYd ? 
 
 * Two Worlds in fix foot length epitomiz'd, 
 
 * And Contradictions harmoniz'd? 
 
 * But what Amazements will not meet, 
 
 3 W hen Heav'n it felf does in grand Council 
 
 ' fit ? 
 1 Rife noble World, and find us true. 
 1 In all appointed Miniftry to you! 
 1 Bleft be the Pow'r, difplays his Glories Thus! 
 1 Rife Rival-World, and at the end 
 
 * Of deftin'd, rolling Ages fend 
 
 4 A welcome Colony to our World and us. 
 Ah ! Dear, Deluded Virtue fi, who 
 
 Are wiftly groping in our World below, 
 Now fink, oh fink your ftudious Pride, 
 Spare idle Pains, and wifely caft afide 
 
 Your Learn\i, Utopean Theories, 
 
 Well manag d, blind Hypothecs 
 Of Inftitutes Divine, ridiculoufly Wide, 
 What can wafte Vacuum and Atoms do ? 
 Or Plenitude and Motion too ? 
 
 (But, O what empty Heads are thofe 
 That Plenitude with Motion wou'd compofe r) 
 
 Or 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 255 
 
 Or \oftl\ng Fort ices, unlefsthey can 
 Demonstrate the Fen/go of a wanton Brain ? 
 Or universal, gravitating Pace , 
 
 ('That comes lb late, and goes fo far 
 
 To folvethe Rules and Orders here,) 
 Tho 1 blended alio with Proje&ile Race ? 
 Here Powers and Laws are fixtand woven ft. 
 As are unreach'd undreamt of quite below % 
 
 Alas ! Alas ! you'll ne'er furvey 
 
 All the contrived Phcenomens, 
 Nor the Survey'd Refolve, till you 
 Shall take, like me, an Unembodied View ! 
 Oh that I might rich Truths and Knowledge 
 
 lend, 
 As once Ficinus to his ftudious Friend ! 
 Here's Profpeft well worth while, worth Pains 
 
 to die, 
 And quit 'the lov'd, the dim Refcarches of 
 Mortality, 
 
 IX. 
 
 Mortality! methinks the Name 
 A kind of PafTion Hill creates, 
 
 W hi id fehfibly it intimates 
 The rueful Ills and W crld from whence I came ! 
 Tho 1 raptur'd with this numerous Dance, 
 With Globes and Balls methodically whirl'd, 
 A fecret Inftincl makes me love r o Glance 
 
 T' wards my endear'd, forfaken VSoiid. 
 
 Ah 
 
1^6 Divine Hymns and Poems, '4 
 
 Ah me ! was yonder defpicable Clod 
 The Stage of my Life's Scenes, and my Abode ? 
 Was't there, that I a thinking EfTence grew ? 
 There vital Clay, and vital ^Ether drew > 
 Was That the World we did fo lare admire, 
 
 That did our Senfes Charm, 
 
 Our fond Ajfettions warm, 
 And fet <-he filly Microcofm ail on Fire ? 
 Was that our Source of Joy ! and cou'd we there 
 Build tow'ring Hopes, as Caftles in the Air ? 
 Cou'd you black Patches feem the Soverei^a 
 
 good 
 JFor which Proud Mortals fpill whole Streams 
 
 of Blood? 
 Bleft me. 1 how couM we idolize its Ore? 
 Its Pompous Gawds, and Fooleries adore ? 
 Hew cou'd we for its Drofs ev'n (loop to Kifs 
 The inflating Dev'l? How cou'd Ve- (Fools) 
 
 fbrthis 
 Baiter our deathlefs felves, our Innocence and 
 
 Blifs * 
 Ah ! fall'n confounded Globfc thou ! where 
 The Center's Sin, snd Curfe, the Atmofphere! 
 Almighty Love's old Monument, that hath 
 Hardly efcap'd the Dint of Flaming Wrath! 
 Once fplendid Paradifc ! once Belov'd Abode 
 Of Happy Angels and their Happy God ! 
 Now Ruins of Majeftic Fow'r, that may 
 Juft tell their Author and his Name betray ? 
 
 His 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 237 
 
 His Name in Ruin'd Fabrics ftands compleat: 
 Demolifh'd Temples fpeak their Founder Great, 
 Now no more Luftre Lives, or Rich Attire 
 Than mull: e're long pafs thro' transforming 
 
 Fire? 
 See how the weary,, traveling Axes groan 
 Beneath the pond'rous Curfe, that's o'er 'em 
 
 Thrown ? 
 Hence rife Errata, hence Diforderfits 
 To prove a Scandal to unthinking Wits; 
 Hell's Suburbs! where Impurites in Grain, 
 And loud Impieties Triumphant Reign, 
 Where lofty Lulls claim Scepters for their own, 
 And Scarlet Villanies afcend the Throne; 
 Den of Enrag'd Unrighteous, and their Tools ! 
 Cage of conceited aud diftrafted Fools! 
 Where Hell's proud Prince with PJeafure walks 
 
 each Day, 
 Large Empire boafts, and arbitrary Sway; 
 Where Heaafttong Griefs intruding Joys con- 
 
 troul, 
 Pierce the lb ft Heart, and Wound th' impri- 
 
 fon'd Soul : 
 Where Pleafures poyfon, and torment the Mind, 
 Arm'd with Refiftlefs Stings they leave behind; 
 Where bright and fecial Virtues foon are 
 
 found 
 Choak'd by the baleful Mills that there abound • 
 Where Friendfhip, the dear Antidote of Strife, 
 The fwect Beguiler of the Ills of Life, 
 
 Friend- 
 
238 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Friendfhip, by Name, is courted and carefs'd, 
 But BaninVd far from each pretending Breaft; 
 In her due Room a Neft of Vermin lies, 
 And felfifh, fordid Furies tyrannize. 
 Where conjugal Accord, thcfiift and beft 
 Of Fi iendfhips entertain-'d by humane Breaft, 
 The Sacied Tye, wife Heav'n did firit ordain 
 The Help and (next it felf) the Heav'n of 
 
 Man, 
 Is foon linbitter'd with fevere Allays, 
 Transform "u re Bane, and Canker of his Days, 
 Where Vices and Confufions native grow, 
 Religion's fcrreign, and is treated fo ; 
 No fooner condefcends th' Ethereal Dame 
 To vi(it fome dark Town with vital Flame, 
 But ftraitway all around contrive 
 To hoot the heav'n y Gueft and drive 
 Her home unto the Land, from whence fhe 
 
 came. 
 The pious Few us'd, as unwo thy they 
 The Woiid , that's fo unworthy of their 
 
 Stay ; 
 HeavVs Candidates go cloath'd with foul Dif- 
 
 guife, 
 And HeivVs Reports are damn'd for fenfelefs 
 
 Lies. 
 Tremendous Myftenes are (fo Hell pervails^ 
 Lampoon d for Jargon and fantaftic Tails ; 
 
 HeavVs 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 239 
 
 HeavVs Heralds, fent to heal and blefs the 
 
 Mind, 
 To fummon Man from Darknefs and from 
 
 Toys, 
 To (tarry Crowns and to feraphtc Joys, 
 Are treated as the Refuse of Mankind ; 
 \\ here the great Son of the Eternal God, 
 Who fways the Worlds with UnrefiftedNod, 
 • W hile in our form Salvation he atchieves, 
 Was bafely flain, and hangd with inpious 
 
 Thieves 
 (Well might the Sun wink and put out his 
 
 Light, : 
 Nor dare to fee fo bold, blafphemous Sight !) 
 From Heav'n he came to purchafe and eipoufe, 
 To light dark Souls unto his Father's Houfe ; 
 Lo, the Returns .' Lo there, the grateful Fruit 
 His Love and Laws lie trampled under Foot ! 
 Th' Eternal Spirit of Peace and peaceful Might, 
 That kindly comes in crowned Shlhtis Right, 
 Comes to convey the Bleflings he hath bought, 
 To bring us the Redemption he hath wrought, 
 Is vex'ti and griev'd, and fpitefully tradue'd, 
 HU Love and Works affronted and abus'd ; 
 Ah, how the ftubborn Mifcreants combine 
 To baffle boundlefs Grace, and Blood Divine ! 
 Is that the World we cou'd lb ill foregoe? 
 The Element of Death, Apoftacyand Woe I 
 Blefs me! what helliih Spell controuls 
 The native Pow'rs of Heavn-born Souls J 
 
 What 
 
240 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 What fatal Potion charms them to forget 
 Their Make, their Father, and their Father s 
 
 Seat? 
 A Curfe on all our Wit and Senfe of late 
 That knows and feeks no better World than 
 that ! 
 Ah me, how much more pure and fine, 
 How much more Nolle and Divine 
 Is one poor naktd Soul than all 
 The bulky Mafs of that capacious Ball! 
 Sweet Vifion (fwect, amidft theie Scenes of 
 
 Woe !) 
 Thus clearly, thus compendioufly to {how 
 The fev'ral Ranks of Souls that ply below ! 
 What igneous Seed, involv'd in fibrous Earth, 
 Give the valT vegetable Kingdom Enth; 
 How they diftjr.guifli Foodfcr vita 1 XJfc, 
 Breathe, and drive round thecirct lating Juice j 
 How they digeft, prefphc, drink, a.jd are 
 By feafonable drinking frelh and fair $ 
 Breed fem'rial Virtue , and from Teeming 
 
 Rcot 
 Shed Infant. BloiToms. and Prolific Fruit. 
 What more exalted Spirits inform and fway 
 The Capillary Limbs of fmairft Automata ; 
 Inftill Difc^etion there, and quite out-do 
 The Feats of Matter and its Motion too ; 
 What nobl' r SouJs the nobler Machins wear, 
 Mailers of Senfe, and skillfullnftintt thejje/ 
 
 For 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 241 
 
 For their Life's Bufinefs, and Intentions fit, 
 Springs of irrational Sagacity and Wit ; 
 What Virtue kindles their pneumatic Fire, 
 And whether at deceafe they fllently Retire; 
 Grand Sov'reignty, that thus was pleas'd to 
 
 (rate 
 Their Ends, and Toils, and Undeferved Fate ! 
 Too Good, too Guiltlefs to be treated thus. 
 To be entrali'd, and Sacrificed for us .' 
 W hat brighter Fcrms in humane Fabric Reign. 
 Innoble ar.d impeach degenerate Man ; 
 Outfly weak Senfe no Metaphyfic Wings, 
 Vet ty'd to Mufcles and mechanic Strings, 
 Deflin d to Light, and to Diviner Gull:, 
 Wedded to Clay, and proftitute to Luft, 
 Remote from Matter , and exempt from 
 
 Death, 
 Immediate Progeny of Almighty Breath ! 
 In clofe Afcents the Rifing Orders .grow, 
 Holding Communion frill withthofe below ; 
 From meaneft Micrnfcpfic Species there, 
 Of Nature's Armies the remoteft Rear , 
 Up to the Frontier Squadrons of the Skies, 
 Does gradual Kindrei, and Connexion rife ; ' 
 Thus Wifdom thro' whole Nature's Orb is 
 
 feen, 
 Leaving no wide uncomely Chs.Jm between ; 
 *Tis Sin, alas! has all the Milchief Done, 
 Broke the Creation's Harmony, and thrown 
 
 M Beneath 
 
,2jyi Divine Hym n s and Poems. 
 
 Beneath the bafefr. Brutes, our Princely Race 
 Down to deep Hell, and to loft Angels Place ; 
 How cou'd I weep (had I my Eyes again) 
 The defp'rate Cafe inchanted Souls are in. 
 Immers'd in Earth and Fltfli, in Filth and 
 
 Sin ! 
 Is that the World fo courted, and fo fought ? 
 For which the unfeen Worlds have thro 1 all 
 
 Ages fought? 
 Blefs me/ my Guide, what wounding Sight is 
 
 here ! 
 See, how the fpacious Regions of the Air 
 Throng'd with thick Shoals of difPrent SpU 
 
 rits appear ! 
 See now the fevVal Ranks, that fell 
 From Innocence and Joys unfpeakable ! 
 Look! fomeof Courfe Alloy, ignoble Birth, 
 Delight in Dens and Caverns of the Earth ; 
 Others, on other Purpofes intent, 
 The Atmoiphere's incircling Climes frequent ; 
 Others, in whom a lofty er Genius reigns, 
 Are Dwellers of the vaft /Ethereal Plains, 
 Malignant all ! and ftudiou* (as they can) 
 To avenge their Ruin upon envyed Man ! 
 Poor .Mortals, drown' d in Lethargy and Vice ! 
 Bewitch'd with Wit, with Apiftmefs and Noife! 
 To whom this View is all Romantic Theme, 
 Being nobly born to Laugh, and Drink, and 
 
 Dream ! 
 
 Blind 
 
Divin: H \ m n s and Poems. 243 
 
 Blind to the World of unincarnate Hofts! 
 The Spoils the Toot -Balls of contending 
 
 G hofts! 
 Dream on, mad World ! thy frantic Dreams 
 
 attend ! 
 Time flies apace to its appointed end/ 
 Great Michael now prepares to take 
 
 His Fatal Trump to found, 
 Almighty Trump, that foon will make 
 Earth's Rooms, and HeavVs high Roof to 
 fhake, 
 Death's Adamantine Courts to quake, 
 The Quick and Dead (lefs deaf oW two; to 
 
 wake, 
 Will call paft Time (unthought-of Riddle!) 
 
 back, 
 And (Tince thy Age 9i&]] fuch, at leafr, be found) 
 I in a Moment rife fix trtoufand Years from 
 under Ground ! 
 The Patient Judge juft ready Is to rife 
 From off his I hrone, and to repair 
 To his Tribunal in the Air, 
 To hold thy univerfal, thy fever e Affize; 
 Venture, {till venture his revengeful Ire, 
 The raging Billows of his furious Fire ! 
 See then, what Pow'r thy proud Preemption 
 
 hath 
 To fave thee from the injur'd Saviour's Wrath ! 
 
 M 2 Oh: 
 
244 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Oh me! How roaring Fiends, loos'dfrom their 
 
 Cell, 
 Run gath'ring round the Globe, Supplies for 
 
 Hell ! 
 See how they fcatter Darknefs and Diftruft, 
 
 Sow up and down their Tares, 
 Like Fire-balls, hurl ftrong Scandals, Baits 
 
 and Snares, 
 With pregnant Seeds of each enraged Luftl 
 Look yonder Dev'l does 'midft gull'd Crowds 
 
 Record 
 Dark Oracles, and craves to be ador'd ! 
 Look, with what Zeal that Bufy One creates 
 Capricious Fewdsand Jealoufies in States ! 
 How archly that does grim Complexion paint 
 With holy Varnifh; and bely's the Saint! 
 How t'other, near a murder'd Carkafshid, 
 Walks ghaftly, and bemoans th' untimely Dead ! 
 Ah/ now each unbeliev'd, myfterious Rite 
 Of ftalkmg Spefirums is expos'd to Light; 
 Of what loofe Mafs they form their plyant Drefs, 
 How- change their Mien and Vifage as they 
 
 pleafe ; 
 What Errands force them to appear Be- 
 low, 
 What ghoftly Laws are giv'n them, when they 
 
 How they, untouched by lying Shapes, impofe, 
 Dance in their Chairs, and revel in their Woes; 
 
 How 
 
Divine H y m ns and P o e m s. z 4} 
 
 How they are (truck, and ftrifc our Organs 
 
 there, 
 Throw off their Garb and fink to Night and 
 
 Air. 
 Oh, dreadful! See, how fiery Damons fly 
 Thick o'er our Heads along th' affrighted Sky, 
 Dragging pale Ghofts, all howling from afar, 
 
 Rent at the Views of the decifive Bar! ■ 
 
 But fee, how HeavVs bright Ports skip to an J 
 
 fro.' 
 Some, Sacred Gifts convey, 
 Some, brandiftYd Swords of Wrath Difplay, 
 And pour deep Vials out full-charg'd with 
 
 Woe, 
 O me ! How tamely fome walk up and down, 
 Attending Exiles, forc'd to Lands unknown, 
 look, fome to Prifon hafte, refolv'd to be 
 With Fellow. Servants there, or bound or free : 
 
 Others with wond'rous Diligence furvey, 
 Guard Little-ones in Cradles, and at Play, 
 Charged {till to watch their growing Years, 
 
 Difcufs their Dangers and their Fears, 
 Till by adult Offences griev'd away ; 
 Strange! yonder's one, 'midft threatning Waves 
 
 and Air, 
 
 A VefTel holds, Oblig'd by potent Pray V, 
 Some with Concern at Sacred Temples wait, 
 (The Porch of Heav'n is beauteous sion; Gate) 
 
 M 3 With 
 
2^6 Divine Hymns and Poem 5. 
 
 With more Concern, than ranfom'd Flocks that 
 
 there 
 In fair, pretending Companies appear - y 
 Wair, as if they with utmoft Pleafures came, 
 To hear the Sounds of the Redeemer's Name; 
 Fleas'd to behold (without our glimm'ring 
 
 Giafs! ) 
 The Executions of eternal Grace ; 
 Admiring Skill divine, and profp'rous Aid 
 In rearing an immortal Church, Difplay'd, 
 Expe&ing there, and Over joy'd to fee 
 New Partners joyn'd to their Society ; 
 Thus does our Peace their pure Affeftions move, 
 Bleft Copies of eternal Light and Love ; 
 Oh I with what Speed and Joy you Seraphs 
 
 come 
 Condu&ing their refpe&ive Charges home?*— 
 Blefs'd God I cou d Earth's vile Globes, exal- 
 
 ted be 
 To ring o'er Heav'n, thus raised in thy Decree, 
 Rais'd above all the Numerous Globes that 
 
 lie 
 Within thy Hand, beneath thy piercing Eye ? 
 Has that vile Spot, thro 1 running Time, en- 
 
 grofs'd 
 Divine Compaflion, Wifdom, Thought, 
 
 Both fairly conquered and dear bought, 
 The World immenfely bleft, by being Loft ? 
 
 What 
 
tone Hymns and Poems. 247 
 
 What Royal Grace purfues our (Infill Soil, 
 With Hell's ftrong Prince divides the Captive 
 
 Worthy in Lndlefs Praife and Songs to Sound, 
 
 r midft our Guilt thus triumph and a- 
 
 bound, 
 Refcues, exaits a chofen Part as high, 
 As others low in d^tp Destruction lie ; 
 
 i the poor Globe mult caft its primitive 
 
 Rir 
 *iTd and drain'd of all its Natives q 
 E.::irely ihafd 'twixt Hell, and Realms of 
 
 Light. 
 Xo wonder, Sacred Oracles Declare 
 It mi: " : :tre ; 
 
 Be thrown afide, a3 f>ain"ci with Sim L grace, 
 Or elfc rcfigna fi>r a more righteous Race. 
 BIcfsme! wbu'd Heav'n's high Heir, th 1 Eter- 
 
 nal Son 
 Redeem his Rebels, Purchafe the Undone? 
 Wou'd he put on their Fiefh, and fojourn there ? 
 Tread curfed Soil and breathe polluted Air ? 
 VVou'd he there die, rdblv'd in boundlefs Love 
 To mow how he cou'd crim'nal Duft improve ? 
 Cou d Wafh Black Souls with facred Blood ofs 
 
 own, 
 And lead an earthly Spoufe t 'his Father, and 
 
 his Throne? 
 Blefs me ! mud yonder grov'ling, Pigmy-wights 
 Surmount the Lords of thefe fuperiour Lights ? 
 M 4 M ill 
 
248 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 MufHhey the Court and Prefence-chamber fill, 
 W ith ftately'ft Courtiers vye in Luftre and in 
 
 Skill ; 
 Sing Angels, fing ! and let new Harps be lining, 
 To eccho Confort to a new-made Song.' 
 Sing you, that fee Bright Love's myfterious 
 
 Face / 
 Love, that involved them In Defigns of Grace ; 
 That fee the Grace, that ail their Sins Out- 
 
 reach'd, 
 That fee the Hell, from whence they're fav'd. 
 
 andfetch'd, 
 fSav'd, while* alas your doleful Brethren are 
 Flung'd in Vindi&ive Flames and in DefpairJ 
 That fee his Grandure, whofe rich Blood was 
 
 fpilt 
 To walh their Souls, and Blot their crimfon 
 
 Guilt • 
 That fee the Pow'r, that will their Lives re- 
 
 treive ; 
 That fee the Glories they can fcarce believe ; 
 That fee (withal) their vile, ungrateful Mind ; 
 That feel the Joys for which they are defign'd; 
 That from the Throne drink Beams and Plea- 
 
 fures new ; 
 That know what 'tis to join, and equal you ; 
 Y ou that fee this , thefe Themes that muft 
 
 employ 
 The countlefs Ages of Eternity. 
 
 Who 
 
Divine HvmnS ^Poems, 249 
 
 U ho at thefe Views are ravifli'd with Delight, 
 Whofe Tinging Pow'rs are equal to your fight, 
 O fing for them (if you have Songs tofpare, 
 Songs, that undue for your own Glories are j) 
 Ye Cherubs firft the rapt'rous Song begin, 
 And load the Burden of your Song 
 With Hallelujah's loud and long j 
 Then Seraphs in your Time and Place fall in ; 
 Fall in and catch the riling Sound 
 At its remote rebound I 
 Warble, protraft and be 
 The Chorus in the applauding Company ; 
 
 And mount the Mufick high'r, and then 
 Ye tall Arch- Angels feal the Song with your 
 
 Amen. 
 Thus live and fing ! and as you fing, fall 
 
 down, 
 Paying all Homage to the Eternal Crown ; 
 Sing and adore; and by the Songs you raife 
 Atone for their unpardonable wane of Praife, 
 
 X. 
 
 But while I greedily furvey 
 The little Globe, where I my Being gain'd, 
 Methinks, I'm feiz'd upon the Way, 
 And forcibly detain'd 
 By yonder Grave Procefiion that's begun ; 
 Look there, with what Solemnity, 
 And mournful Decency, 
 Tliat Funeral Pomp advances flowly on \ 
 
 M 5 All 
 
250 Divine Hymns and Pot m s. 
 
 Alas/ alas/ I fee 
 
 By fomething of the Company, 
 But more by Sympathetic Qualm I find, 
 There go the Reliques, that I left behind! 
 There they are marching to the filent Room, 
 That truly long ago 
 
 Was due to them, and deftln'd fo 
 By Guilty Nature and Inexorable Doom ; 
 Thanks, pious Friends, fo loving and fo goad, 
 Who this laft Office pay, 
 
 Who thus Refpe&fully Convey 
 The ufelefs Cargo to an undifturb'd Abode. 
 Kind Minifters of Law fevere and juft, 
 
 That thus remands our Dull to Dull i 
 
 May ycu long live and fuperfede 
 
 Such fatal Services, nor need 
 Such gloomy Tenement, but when ye do, 
 May the fame Favour, Friends, be paid to you? 
 Alas / What DifTrence now appears to be 
 Betwixt immortal Me, 
 
 And, poor bereaved Carkafs, Thee? 
 How vital, fprightly, and preceptive I ? 
 Offspring of Heav'n, and Rival of the Sky! 
 Fiifd with Amazement and Delight anew, 
 On this furprizing, intellectual View 1 
 Awak'd to a&, and fee, and feel much more 
 Than all the imprifond Powers cou'd before ; 
 Fled from the Cranies of embarrafs'd Senfe, 
 I'm grown all Eye, and Ear, and all Intelli- 
 gence 
 
 Mean 
 
Divine H v m n s and Poems. 251 
 
 Mean while, how fqualid and how difmal thou, 
 Of Duft composed , to Duft returning no w .» 
 Difmal, as is Death's melancholy Shade ' 
 And fqualid, as the Place where thou art laid > 
 i\o dawning Sun can cheer thee wirh his Light ; 
 N T o Moon or Stars peep in by Night; 
 Late a well-guarded Fort waft thou ' 
 Abandcn'd and defencclefs now ! 
 The double Guards appointed to o ppc f e 
 
 The Infults of approaching Foes 
 Have all their Trufts and Offices'deny'd, 
 
 *a!I n cold and movelefs by thy fide • 
 Can drive no tirn'rous Mole or Worm from 
 thence, n 
 
 To Wooden Walls oblig'd ev'n for their own 
 Deience: a 
 
 The Pillars of thy Fabric now no mor- 
 
 Support the Weight, that once they^re • 
 Down they are faii'n m-i r„„i u . ' 
 
 SxbxmS, ' nk beneac " the 
 
 With Earth and their own Ruins cove-'d rourd ■ 
 The whole Retinue that attended thee ' 
 
 Muft henceforth pine and ftarve, and famifl^ 
 
 The Mil! is done, and Service, there 
 
 i he Grmders can prepare no Cheer : 
 
 The U fcch n for the . r Funa;oufea ; 
 
 Ordam d the ambient Region to defcry 
 Look cut no more, nor mind the Foe 
 Norg.vecheir^ w , totheGua ; 
 
 M6 Tha 
 
2 y 2 Divine H y m n s /ztfi 7 Poem s. 
 
 The Doors are barr'd, and filent ev'ry Room, 
 No grateful Vifitants can go or come; 
 
 The Minifters of Harmony 
 Diftun'd and fpeechlefs lie ! 
 Allftopt the Organs! and all broke the Keys; 
 More lifelefs than the Strings that late did 
 
 pleafe ! 
 Delights are gone, and Temptifg Obje&s fled, 
 And all thy Inclinations too are dead ;. 
 Little, ah ! little didft thou confider fare, 
 
 When Youth and Blood was warm, 
 What Dire Cataftrophe thou muft endure, ' 
 Unftirr'd by wonted Springs, and deaf to every 
 Charm ? 
 
 Alas! the Silver Cord, thatty'd 
 
 The joynted Beam and Rafters clofe, 
 That Strength and Tone around the Walls 
 
 fupply'd, 
 Wntwifted lies, and all its Branches loofe ; 
 
 The Golden and Capacious Bowl, 
 The Houfe and Laboratory of the Soul, 
 
 With all its vital Furniture's deftroy'd, 
 No Forge, or Flames remains, 
 
 No more It fefhlons, or contains, 
 The Subtle Utenfils I manag'd and employ'd j 
 
 The Fountain, that in 'midft did play, 
 And thro' each Room cut out its lambent way, 
 
 Exhaufted is of all its Store, 
 
 And loads the Pitcher with its Streams no 
 
 more;. 
 
 The 
 
Divine H y m n s and Poems. 2 5*3 
 
 The Wheel is broke, and each nutritious Juke 
 That did with Life abound, 
 And gather'd more by whirling round, 
 
 Now ftagnates and corrupts for want of anci- 
 ent Ufe; 
 
 The Curious Net-work and Mechanic Lace 
 DifTolve and melt apace ; 
 
 Where's new the Embrcyd'ry of each Sump- 
 tuous Part? 
 
 Was this the Mirror of unbounded Art ? 
 
 Strange, that the Maker fhou'd his Work dif- 
 dain, 
 
 Unravel't all, as if 'twere made in vain ; 
 
 But fee the Pow'r of Law and Wrath Divine I 
 
 In darkfome Graves does HeavVs bright Juftice 
 fhine ; 
 
 See how provoking Humane Race has been? 
 
 Sec there the Wages of Hereditary Sin ! 
 
 But ftrange, that things fo diftant fiiou'd com- 
 bine .' 
 
 That Spirit and CJay fhou'd in fuch Wedlock 
 joyn ! 
 
 Strange, that I fliou'dfo long, fo gladly dwell 
 
 With fuch an uncouth Inmate, and unfuitable • 
 
 Strange, that I coud fuch noiibme Prefence 
 bear, 
 
 And doat upon that fordid Lumber there/ 
 
 But yet I muft with due Refentment own 
 
 What once thou waft, and once haft done ; 
 My loyal, my coeval Bride, 
 
 Efpous'd 
 
^54 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 Efpous'd at his Command, 
 Beftow'd by his own Hand, 
 Who the firft Humane Pair in Nuptial Union 
 ty'd! 
 Farewell, farewell my Dear ; 
 The conftant Part'ner of my Hope and Fear, 
 My Bofom-Friend, my old Relief, 
 Whofe Kindnefs wou'd be fure 
 To feek my Wounds a Cure, 
 And by a Sight or Tear ftrive to difiblve my 
 Grief 5 
 Farewell, my Prifon, my Difeafe, 
 What pining Seafons were 
 My Treatment and my Fare, 
 As long as thou waft made the Keeper of my 
 Peace ? 
 Go Tempter, go, as thou haft been 
 A quick Extinguifher of Heav'nly Fires ! 
 A Source of black Enormity and Sin I 
 Thou Cramp of Sacred Motions and Defires ? 
 How brave and bleft am I, 
 Unfetter' d from thy Company, 
 Thou Enemy of my Joys and me .' 
 But pardon that I thus 
 Unconfcioufly accufe ! 
 How much more cruel have I been to thee ? 
 ? Twas cruel I, oblig'd thee to obey 
 The wilful dittates of my guilty Sway ! 
 
 Vwas 
 
Divine Hymns and Poems. 255 
 Twas I, made all thefe Ills, and Death thy 
 
 own, 
 
 Condemn'd thee to the Jail, where thou art 
 
 thrown; 
 My Crimes debauch'd thy Duft, and forfeited 
 The happy Reftoration from the Dead, 
 But 'tisrefolv'd, dear Mate, that we 
 Shan't always thus divorced be ; 
 W z\\ meet again, long, long to try 
 What Vigour Abfence adds to Joy; 
 
 Be fure then, Grave, thou faithful prove! 
 The dear Depofitum cbferve, 
 Tell ev'ry Sinew, Bone, and Nerve, 
 They're all recorded in the Regifter above ? 
 As they diflblve, tell ev'ry Duft, 
 For tho' thou call'ft it thine, 
 Thou muft it all refign, 
 'Tis but a while committed to thy Truft -, 
 When the awakening Trump (hall found, 
 Thy vaft Accounts fliall be call'd in, 
 Be canvafs'd, that it may be ken 
 What thy Arrears and Debts have been, 
 To th' Overfeer of all Confecrated Ground ; 
 Thy Mighty Landlord He! who ftill will have* 
 
 The Keys of Death and of the Grave ! 
 He'll watch thofe purchas'd Reliques there 
 which we 
 Lay down with Grief and leave with thee ; 
 Thy captiv'd Tenants all are His, 
 His Prifoners, or his Heirs of Blifs j 
 
 T6c 
 
25 6 Divine Hymns and Poems. 
 
 The one he will demand to Doom, 
 
 And kindly fetch the other home; 
 He fees thy conftant Rage, but meaneth fo 
 To inhance his Honour in thy Overthrow ; 
 
 He'll burft thy Bowels, and by Pow'r 
 
 Force thee all that Food reftore 
 Which Thou, curft Canibal, didft e're devour; 
 Sleep then dear Mate, in Peace, in Quiet dwell, 
 Secure from all thy Cares, 
 From me, and Foes, and Snares, 
 Sleep on, till I return to call thee from thy Cell, 
 
 FINIS. 
 

 THE 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 HTmn I. Page i 
 
 Hymnit. p. 3 
 
 H\mi III. p. 5 
 
 ii/)7wz IV. p. 7 
 
 .H}777# V. p. 8 
 
 -4 Paraphrase on John iii. id. 5y ^7 jWUg 
 
 Zdafy. For God fo loved the World, 
 that he gave his only begotten Son, &c. 
 
 p. 10 
 
 A Paraphrase on the cxlviii/A. Pfalm. JSy r/;^ 
 
 £^r/ a/ Rofcommon. Written at twelve 
 
 Years of Age, m p. 13 
 
 Te Deum, Paraphrased. By Mr. Dennis, 
 
 p. 17 
 Hymn on the Sacrament. By an unkncivnHand, 
 
 p. 2 s 
 A Pa floral en the Nativity of our Saviour, 
 in Imitation of an Italian Pajhral. By 
 Mrs. Singer, p. 20 
 
 Messiah, a f acred Eclogue, compofed ofje- 
 veral Pajj'ages o/Iiaiah the Prophet. Writ- 
 ten 
 
The Contents. 
 
 ten in Imitation of VirgiYs Pollio, p. 3 2 
 A Paraphrafe on Rev. C/fo/>. i. /rtf^ ^. 13. 
 *p v. 18. JBy # ^a«g Lady 3 p. 37 
 
 ^ Pindarick Ode, on the Pajjion of our Sa- 
 viour. By Mr. Norris, P- 39 
 Hymn on Heaven. By an unknown Hand, 
 
 p.48 
 
 Come, my Beloved, let us go forth into 
 the Fields ; !et us lodge in the Villages, 
 Cant. VII. 11. p. 50 
 
 Hymn, p. 5 1 
 
 Pfalm, cxiv. P- 53 
 
 ^ Paraphrafe on John xxi. 17. Jty a young 
 Lady, p. 54 
 
 2#£ /F//S. By a young Lady, p. 5 6 
 
 v4 Dialogue between the fallen Angels, and a 
 humane Spirit jufi entred into the other 
 World. By an unknown Hand, p. 57 
 Hymn. By Mr. Bowden, p. 62 
 
 Another, - p. 64 
 
 The fecond Pfalm paraphrased. By Sir Ri- 
 chard Blackmore, p. 65 
 "The cxlviitfA Pfalm paraphrased. By the 
 fame Hand, p. 69 
 A Defer iption of Hell. In Imitation of Mr. 
 Milton. By an unknown Hand, p. 73 
 On Heaven. By an unknown Hand, p. 7 7 
 'the Lamentation of Jeremiah, Chap. i. By 
 Mrs. Wharton, p. 81 
 
 Part 
 
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 Hmn, p. 105 
 
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 Hymn, p. 172 
 
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