All kingdoms and all princes of the earth
Flock to that light; the glory of all lands
Flows into her; unbounded is her joy,
And endless her encrease. Thy rams are there
* Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates: upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her fpacious courts,
Is heard falvation. Eastern Java there
Kneels with the native of the farthest West,
And Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand
And worships. Her report has travell❜d forth
Into all lands. From ev'ry clime they come
To fee thy beauty and to share thy joy,
O Sion! an affembly fuch as earth
Saw never, fuch as Heav'n stoops down to fee.
Thus heav'n-ward all things tend. For all were
Perfect, and all must be at length restor❜d.
So God has greatly purpos'd; who would elfe
In his dishonour'd works himself endure
Difhonour, and be wrong'd without redress.
* Nebaioth and Kedar, the fons of Ifhmael, and progeni tors of the Arabs, in the prophetic fcripture here alluded to may be reasonably confidered as representatives of the Gentiles at large.
Hafte then, and wheel away a fhatter'd world,
Ye flow-revolving feafons! we would fee,
(A fight to which our eyes are strangers yet)
A world that does not dread and hate his laws,
And fuffer for its crime; would learn how fair
The creature is that God pronounces good,
How pleasant in itself what pleases him.
Here ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting,
Worms wind themselves into our fweeteft flow'rs,
And ev❜n the joy that haply fome poor heart
Derives from heav'n, pure as the fountain is,
Is fullied in the ftream; taking a taint
From touch of human lips, at best impure.
Oh for a world in principle as chafte
As this is grofs and selfish! over which
Custom and prejudice shall bear no sway,
That govern all thinks here, should'ring afide
The meek and modeft truth, and forcing her
To feek a refuge from the tongue of strife
In nooks obfcure, far from the ways of men:
Where violence fhall never lift the fword,
Nor cunning juftify the proud man's wrong,
Leaving the poor no remedy but tears :
Where he that fills an office, fhall efteem
Th' occafion it prefents of doing good
More than the perquifite: Where law fhall
And equity; not jealous more to guard
A worthlefs form, than to decide aright:
Where fashion shall not fanctify abuse,
Nor fmooth good-breeding (fupplemental grace)
With lean performance ape the work of love.
Come then, and, added to thy many crowns,
Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth,
Thou who alone art worthy! it was thine
By antient covenant, ere nature's birth,
And thou haft made it thine by purchase fince,
And overpaid its value with thy blood.
Thy faints proclaim thee king; and in their
hearts
Thy title is engraven with a pen
Dipt in the fountain of eternal love.
Thy faints proclaim thee king; and thy delay
Gives courage to their foes, who, could they fee
The dawn of thy laft advent, long-defir'd,
Would creep into the bowels of the hills,
And fly for fafety to the falling rocks.
The very spirit of the world is tir'd
Of its own taunting queftion, afk'd fo long,
"Where is the promise of your Lord's ap-
proach ?"
The infidel has fhot his bolts away,
"Till his exhaufted quiver yielding none,
He gleans the blunted shafts that have recoil'd,
And aims them at the fhield of truth again.
The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands,
That hides divinity from mortal eyes,
And all the myfteries to faith propos'd,
Infulted and traduc'd, are caft afide
As useless, to the moles and to the bats. They now are deem'd the faithful, and are prais'd,
Who, conftant only in rejecting thee,.
Deny thy Godhead with a martyr's zeal,
And quit their office for their error's fake.
Blind and in love with darknefs! yet ev'n thefe
Worthy, compar'd with fycophants, who knee
Thy name, adoring, and then preach thee man.
So fares thy church. But how thy church may
fare
The world takes little thought; who will may
And what they will: All paftors are alike
To wand'ring sheep, refolv'd to follow none.
Two gods divide them all, Pleafure and Gain:
For these they live, they facrifice to these,
And in their service wage perpetual war
With confcience and with thee. Luft in their
And mifchief in their hands, they roam the earth
To prey upon each other; ftubborn, fierce,
High-minded, foaming out their own difgrace.
Thy prophets speak of such; and, noting down
The features of the last degen'rate times,
Exhibit ev'ry lineament of these.
Come then, and added to thy many crowns
Receive yet one, as radiant as the rest,
Due to thy last and most effectual work,
Thy word fulfill'd, the conqueft of a world.
He is the happy man, whose life ev'n now Shows fomewhat of that happier life to come; Who, doom'd to an obfcure but tranquil ftate, Is pleas'd with it, and, were he free to chufe, Would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fruit
Of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith,
Prepare for happiness; befpeak him one
Content indeed to fojourn while he muft
Below the skies, but having there his home.
The world o'erlooks him in her busy search
Of objects more illustrious in her view;
And, occupy'd as earnestly as she,
Though more fublimely, he o'erlooks the world.
She fcorns his pleasures, for she knows them not;
He seeks not hers, for he has prov'd them vain.
He cannot skim the ground like fummer birds
Pursuing gilded flies, and fuch he deems.
Her honours, her emoluments, her joys.
Therefore in contemplation is his blifs,
Whose pow'r is fuch, that whom the lifts from
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