Put thy bright robes of triumph on, And bless our eyes, and bless our ears, Thou absent Love, thou dear Unknown, Thou Fairest of ten thousand Fairs. Our heart-strings groan with deep complaint, Our spirits shake their eager wings, To' attend thy shining chariot down. Now let our cheerful eyes survey The blazing earth and melting hills, And smile to see the lightnings play, And flash along before thy wheels. O for a shout of violent joys To join the trumpet's thundering sound! Ye slumbering saints, a heavenly host Leap into life, for Jesus comes. Jesus, the God of might and love, New-moulds our limbs of cumbrous clay; Quick as seraphic flames we move, Active and young, and fair as they. Our airy feet with unknown flight, And leave the weltering world in fire. BEWAILING MY OWN INCONSTANCY. I LOVE the Lord; but ah! how far My thoughts from the dear object are! If my soul burn to see my God, Would I enjoy my Lord alone, All but my love; and charge my will But cares, or trifles, make or find Oft I am told the Muse will prove Strangely I lose his lovely face, To hold the empty sounds in chase; False confident! and falser breast! Here finds admittance through my eyes. This foolish heart can leave her God, Look gently down, Almighty Grace, Say, when shall that bright moment be My heart no foreign lords adore, FORSAKEN, YET HOPING. HAPPY the hours, the golden days, And melt in pleasures all divine. Near to my heart, within my arms And now He's gone, (0 mighty woe!) Break, break, my heart; complain, my tongue; Hither, my friends, your sorrows bring: Angels, assist my doleful song, If you have e'er a mourning string. But ah! your joys are ever high, While my poor spirits pant and die, And groan, for Thee, my God, for Thee! Yet let my hope look through my tears, Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills, My soul springs out to meet him high; Then the fair Conqueror turns his wheels, And climbs the mansions of the sky. There smiling joy for ever reigns, THE CONCLUSION. GOD EXALTED ABOVE ALL PRAISE. ETERNAL Power! whose high abode Where stars revolve their little rounds. The lowest step above thy seat To reach thine height with wondering eyes. Thy dazzling beauties whilst he sings, Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? Earth from afar has heard thy fame, Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. |