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PRESENCE OF GOD WORTH DYING FOR,
THE DEATH OF MOSES.
LORD, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely face,
And feel thy vital rays.
This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name
With rapture on his tongue; Moses, the saint, enjoys the same,
And Heaven repeats the song.
While the bright nation sounds thy praise
From each eternal hill,
The happy region fill.
Thy love, a sea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad : O'tis a Heaven worth dying for,
To see a smiling God!
Show me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;
Sweet was the journey to the sky
The wondrous prophet tried ;
The prophet climb’d and died.
Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast;
And laid his flesh to rest.
In God's own arms he left the breath
That God's own Spirit gave; His was the noblest road to death,
And his the sweetest grave.
O'Twas a mournful parting day!
Farewell, my Spouse,' he said ; (How tedious, Lord, is thy delay!
How long my Love hath staid!)
Farewell ! at once he left the ground,
And climb'd his Father's sky!
Or leap to thee on high.
Round the creation wild I rove,
And search the globe in vain;
Till thou return again.
My passions fly to seek their King,
And send their groans abroad, They beat the air with heavy wing,
And mourn an absent God.
With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
My soul dissolves away ;
And bring the promis'd day.
HOPE IN DARKNESS.
YET, gracious God,
And bar the influence of his rays;
Though for a moment he depart,
For ever he on mine,
Ill spring a thought away to God;
Shall shout a thousand groans and sighs,
The floor of his abode.
Dear Sovereign, hear thy servant pray,
Downward thy cheerful graces bring :
Break,glorious Brightness, through the gloomy veil,
Look how the armies of despair
[ray, Break, glorious Brightness, shoot one glimmering
One glance of thine creates a day,
And drives the troops of hell away.
When wondrous power and radiant grace
Sin, with all its ghastly train,
Our spirits, raptur’d with the sight,
Were all devotion, all delight, And loud Hosannas sounded the Redeemer's praise.
Here could I say,
From my descending God:
With fruit and manna from above;
The Conqueror spread
And hopeless nature mourn?
And wait a kind return.
But love will ne'er destroy ;
The morning brings thee joy.
COME LORD JESUS.
When shall thy lovely face be seen?
When shall our eyes behold our God? What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt ?-a heavy load!
Our months are ages of delay,
And slowly every minute wears; Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of sluggish years.
Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains,
Let the eternal pillars bow; Bless'd Saviour, cleave the starry plains, ,
And make the crystal mountains flow.
Hark, how thy saints unite their cries,
And pray and wait the general doom; Come Thou, the Soul of all our joys,
Thou, the Desire of nations, come.