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SOME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue,
Or harp of golden string, That I may raise a lofty song
To our Eternal King.
Thy names, how infinite they be!
Great Everlasting One! Boundless Thy might and majesty,
And unconfin’d Thy throne.
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
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
And fly before the winds.
Reason may grasp
massy hills, And stretch from pole to pole, But half Thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul.
In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee
And vast eternity.
DAY OF JUDGMENT.
When the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rushing amain down,
sailors stand amaz'd and tremble! While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet, Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters,
Quick devour them.
Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly) Such the dire terror, when the great archangel
Shakes the creation;
Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven,
Flames all around 'em.
Hark the shrill outcry of the guilty wretches!
Gnawing within them.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart
strings, 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,
Down to the centre.
Stop here my fancy: (all away ye horrid
Thron'd, yet adoring !
I sit there when he comes triumphant, Dooming the nations! then ascend to glory, While our Hosannas all along the passage
Shout the Redeemer.
was a brave attempt! advent'rous he
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 seas, And manages the raging storm with ease; (Her faith can govern Death) she spreads hers
(Her faring can govern Death) she spreads her?
Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings,