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Dead be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares! To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark, mine eyes, and deaf, mine ears.
Here I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize : Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.
All earthly joys are over-weigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care; And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare ?
Be gone for ever, mortal things !
Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell! Angels aspire on lofty wings,
And leave the globe for ants to dwell.
Come, Heaven, and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sovereign good; She was all made of heavenly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.
GOD ONLY KNOWN TO HIMSELF.
Stand and adore ! how glorious he
Thou sacred One, Almighty-Three,
Seraphs, the nearest to the throne,
You, whose capacious powers survey
How flat your highest praises fall
Great God, forgive our feeble lays,
PARDON AND SANCTIFICATION.
My crimes awake: and hideous fear
Distracts my restless mind;
And hell pursues benind.
Almighty vengeance frowns on high,
And flames array the throne;
Impatient to be gone.
Where shall I hide this noxious head?
Can rocks or mountains save? Or shall I wrap me in the shade
Of midnight and the grave?
Is there no shelter from the eye
Of a revenging God?
Bedew me with thy blood.
Those guardian drops my soul secure,
And wash away my sin : Eternal justice frowns no more,
And conscience smiles within.
I bless that wondrous purple stream
That whitens every stain :
If Sin the tyrant reign.
Lord, blast his empire with thy breath,
That cursed throne must fall; Ye flattering plagues, that work my death,
Fly! for I hate you all.
SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE.
The Lord! how fearful is his name?
How wide is his command ? Nature, with all her moving frame, Rests on his mighty hand.
Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe :
He manages the globe.
A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Or break them as he please.
Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms; His sovereign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.
His bowels, to our worthless race,
In sweet compassion move;
And takes his title, Love.
Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will;
We are his favourites still.
No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain ; 'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
THE LAW AND GOSPEL,
Curs’o be the man, for ever curs'd,
That doth one wilful sin commit; Death and damnation for the first,
Without relief and infinite.'
Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth
Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings ; But Jesus, thy dear gasping breath,
And Calvary, say gentler things.
Pardon, and grace, and boundless love,
Streaming along a Saviour's blood, And life, and joys, and crowns above,
Dear-purchas’d by a bleeding God.'
Hark, how he prays, (the charming sound
Dwells on his dying lips) forgive; And every groan and gaping wound
Cries, Father, let the rebels live.'