The Prefence of GOD worth dying for: Or, the Death of MOSES.

LORD, 'tis an infinite delight

To fee thy holy face,

To dwell whole ages in thy fight,
And feel thy vital rays.

This Gabriel knows; and fings thy name

With rapture on his tongue; Mofes the faint enjoys the fane,

And heaven repeats the fong.

While the bright nation founds thy praife

From each eternal hill,
Sweet odours of exhaling grace

The happy region fill.

Thy love, a fea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad :
O'tis a heaven worth dying for
To see a smiling God!

Shew me thy face, and I'll away

From all inferior things;

Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,

And stretch my airy wings.

Sweet was the journey to the sky,

The wondrous prophet try'd ;

"Climb up the mount," fays God," and die;"

The prophet climb'd and dy'd.

Soft

Softly his fainting head he lay
- Upon his Maker's breast,
His Make" kifs'd his foul away,
And laid his fiefh to reft.

In God's own arms he left the breath
That God's own fpirit gave;
His was the nobleft road to death,
And his the fweetest grave.

Long for his Return.

'TWAS a mournful parting day! Farewell, my Spoufe, he faid;

(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 fky;

Lord, I would tempt thy chariot down,
Or leap to thee on high.

Round the creation wild I rove,

And fearch the globe in vain; There's nothing here that's worth Till thou return again.

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My paffions fly to feek their King,

And fend their groans abroad, They beat the air with heavy wing,

And mourn an abfent God:

With inward pain my heart-frings found,

My foul diffolves away :

Dear Sovereign, whirl the feafons round,
And bring the promis'd day.

HOPE IN DARKNESS.

ET, gracious God,

YET,

Yet will I feek thy fmiling face;

What though a fhort eclipfe his beauties fhrowd
And bar the influence of his rays,

'Tis but a morning vapour, or a fummer cloud :
He is my fun though he refufe to thine,
Though for a moment he depart

I dwell for ever on his heart,

For ever he on mine.

Early before the light arife

I'll fpring a thought away to God;
The paffion of my heart and eyes
Shall fhout a thousand groans and fighs,
A thousand glances ftrike the fkies,
The floor of his abode.

Dear Sovereign, hear thy fervant pray,
Bend the blue heavens, Eternal King,
Downward thy chearful graces bring;

Or fhall I breathe in vain and pant my hours away? Break, glorious Brightness, through the gloomy veil, Look how the armies of defpair

Aloft their footy banners rear

Round my poor captive foul, and dare

Pronounce me prifoner of hell.

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But Thou, my Sun, and Thou my Shield,
Wilt fave me in the bloody field;

Break, glorious Brightnefs, fhoot one glimmering ray,

One glance of thine creates a day,
And drives the troops of hell away.

Happy the times, but ah! the times are gone

When wondrous power and radiant grace
Round the tall arches of the temple shone,
And mingled their victorious rays:
Sin, with all its ghaftly train,

Fled to the deeps of death again,
And fmiling triumph fat on every face:
Our spirits raptur'd with the fight
Where all devotion, all delight,

And loud Hofannas founded the Redeemer's praife. Here could I fay,

(And point the place whereon I ftood) Here I enjoy'd a visit half the day

From my defcending God:

I was regal'd with heavenly fare,
With fruit and manna from above;
Divinely fweet the bleffings were
While mine Emanuel was there:
And o'er my head

The conqueror spread

The banner of his love.

Then why my heart funk down fo low?

Why do my eyes diffolve and flow,

And

And hopeless nature mourn?
Review, my foul, those pleafing days,
Read his unalterable grace
Through the difpleasure of his face,
And wait a kind return.

A Father's love may raise a frown
To chide the child, or prove the Son,
But love will ne'er destroy;

The hour of darkness is but short,
Faith be thy life, and patience thy fupport,
The morning brings the joy.

Come, LORD JESUS.
HEN fhall thy lovely face be feen?
When shall our eyes behold our God?

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What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt? a heavy load!

Our months are ages of delay,
And flowly every minute wears:

Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of fluggish years.

Ye heavenly gates, loofe all your chains,
Let the eternal pillars bow;

Bleft Saviour, cleave the starry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow.

Hark, how thy faints unite their cries,
And pray and wait the general doom;
Come, Thou, The Soul of all our Joys,
Thou, The Defire of Nations, come.

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