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In whom complete, in thee completed shine, The GoD incarnate, and the man divine. Mysterious truth! withheld from reason's eye: Outcast on earth! but wonder of the sky!
Hail, wondrous Cross*! and thou more wondrous
That cross who bore-Thyself its mystery!
By the Cross is meant the sufferings of Christ on the cross.
That firm resists temptation unto blood;
But utterance fails-our feeble spirits faint,
In each as mortal, and in each divine.
Yet kind permit, and with thy wonted love,
Our glowing zeal; but let thy goodness hear Our silence speak: what tho' our tongues forbear? Our hearts shall muse, our raptur'd wonder feel, Our lives express, and life's obedience tell. Fix'd on this view our willing feet shall From earth's attraction, to our hope above. In all thy paths in all thy precepts tread, Whate'er thy life, or written word hath said. In meek compliance with thy sov'reign will: In action fervid, and in suffering-still. Waiting thy call from earth's inglorious strife, To living joys, and heav'n's un-ending life. Sweetly compos'd, resign our parting breath, Answer thy smile, and hail the tyrant-Death. Launch undismay'd beyond the solar bound: With prophets number'd, and with martyrs found. Where wait the saints, for better things prepar'd, Their final glory, and their full reward.
Our bodies laid on earth's capacious breast,
shall slumber, and in hope shall rest, Till at thy trump we lift our waking eyes,, Start from the tomb, and ready for the skies, Mount all renew'd, and as thine own divine, Our shining forms their kindred spirits join. Till thus restor'd, our rising head we meet, Reign on his throne, or prostrate at his feet:
In heav'n's high dome eternal trophies raise,
PRESERVATION BY LAND AND SEA:
A DIVINE ODE.
How are thy servants blest, O LORD!
How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Thro' burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
In all its horrors rise!
Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs
Yet then from all my griefs, O LORD!
My soul took hold on thee;
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roar'd at thy command,