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SOME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue, Or harp of golden string,
That I may raise a lofty song
Thy names, how infinite they be!
Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large Thy grace; Immortal day breaks from Thine eyes, And Gabriel veils his face.
Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound, An ocean of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
The myst❜ries of creation lie
Reason may grasp the massy hills,
In vain our haughty reason swells,
DAY OF JUDGMENT.
WHEN the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder,
Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven,
Hark the shrill outcry of the guilty wretches!
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heartstrings,
And the smart twinges, when their eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance
Rolling afore him.
Hopeless immortals! how they scream and shiver, While devils push them to the pit wide yawning, Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong Down to the centre.
Stop here my fancy: (all away ye horrid
Doleful ideas!) come arise to Jesus,
How he sits God-like: and the saints around him Thron'd, yet adoring!
Shout the Redeemer.
LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY.
was a brave attempt! advent'rous he Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea; And leaving his dear native shores behind, Trusted his life to the licentious wind.
I see the surging brine: the tempest raves,
Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land Fearless, when the great Master gives command. Death is the storm: she smiles to hear it roar, And bids the tempest waft her from the shore: Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas, And manages the raging storm with case; (Her faith can govern Death) she spreads her
Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings,
The waves roll gentler, and the tempest dies:
She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight,