Stop, (faid a fifth), thefe notes forbear, "Lo! I'm the greatest wonder here; "For I of all the race that fell, "Deferv'd the lowest place in hell. A foul that higher yet afpir'd, With equal love to Jefus fir'd, "Tis mine to fing the highest notes "To love, that wash'd the fouleft blots." "Ho! (cry'd a mate), 'tis mine I'll prove, "Who finn'd in fpite of light and love, "To found his praise with loudest bell, "That fav'd me from the lowest hell. "Come, come, (faid one), I'll hold the plea "That highest praife is due by me; "For mine, of all the fav'd by grace, "Was the most dreadful, defp'rate cafe." Another rifing at his fide, As fond to praife, and free of pride, Cry'd, "Pray give place, for I defy "That you fhould owe more praise than I: "I'll yield to none in this debate; "I'm run fo deep in grace's debt, "That fure I am, I boldly can Compare with all the heav'nly clan." Quick o'er their head a trump awoke, "Your fongs my very heart have spoke ; "But ev'ry note you here propall, "Belongs to me beyond you all.” The lift'ning millions round about With fweet refentment loudly fhout; "What voice is this, comparing notes, "That to their fong chief place allots? "We can't allow of fuch a found, "That you alone have highest ground "To fing the royalties of grace; "We claim the fame adoring place." What! will no rival-finger yield He has a match upon the field? "Come then, and let us all agree To praise upon the highest key." Then jointly all the harpers round Made ev'ry glorious warbling throat Thus in fweet holy humble ftrife, SECT. II. Earth defpicable, Heaven defirable. HERE's nothing round the fpacious earth TH To fuit my vast desires; To more refin'd and folid mirth My boundless thought aspires. Fain would I leave this mournful place, But heavy notes have any grace, Where troubles tread upon reliefs, New woes with older blend; Where rolling ftorms and circling griefs Where waters wrestling with the ftones, And hollow clouds, with thund'ring groans, Where eagles mounting meet with rubs Where fin the author of turmoils, The debt that ev'ry man did owe, When lo! my dearest friend is gone, And though in words I feem to fhow Yet is my plaint no feigned woe; I long to fhare the happiness Of that triumphant throne, That fwim in feas of boundless blifs Eternity along. When but in drops here by the way I Free love diftils itself, pour contempt on hills of prey, To be amidst my little joys, Thrones, fceptres, crowns, and kings, Are nothing else but little toys, " And defpicable things. Down with difdain earth's pomp I thruft, Bid tempting wealth away; Heav'n is not made of yellow duft, Nor blifs of glitt'ring clay. Sweet was the hour I freedom felt To fee his fmiling face, and melt Let fools an heav'n of fhades purfue, But I for fubftance am: The heav'n I feek is likeness to, The worthy Lamb with glory crown'd Inthron'd fublime, and deck'd around I long to join the faints above, Who crown'd with glorious bays, In praise to JAH, the God of love, The holy co-eternal Dove, The good, the great Three-one. In hope to fing without a fob I gladly bid the dusty glob, And vain delights, Adieu. The END of the GOSPEL SONNETS. The following POEM, the fecond Part of which, was wrote by Mr. ERSKINE, is here inferted, to fill up this Page, as a proper Subject of Meditation to Smokers of Tobacco. Smoking Spiritualized, IN TWO PARTS. The first Part being an old MEDITATION upon Smoking Tobacco; the fecond, a new Addition to it, or Improvement of it. PART I. THIS Indian weed now wither'd quite, Thus think, and fmoke tobacco. The pipe fo lily-like and weak, Thus think, and smoke tobacco. Thus think, and fmoke tobacco. And feeft the afhes caft away; Thus think, and fmoke tobacco. |