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, 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, The happy region fill. Thy love, a fea without a shore, 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 In God's own arms he left the breath 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, Lord, I would tempt thy chariot down, Round the creation wild I rove, And fearch the globe in vain; There's nothing here that's worth Till thou return again. my love 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, HOPE IN DARKNESS. ET, gracious God, YET, Yet will I feek thy fmiling face; What though a fhort eclipfe his beauties fhrowd 'Tis but a morning vapour, or a fummer cloud : 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; Dear Sovereign, hear thy fervant pray, 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. But But Thou, my Sun, and Thou my Shield, Break, glorious Brightnefs, fhoot one glimmering ray, One glance of thine creates a day, Happy the times, but ah! the times are gone When wondrous power and radiant grace Fled to the deeps of death again, 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, 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? A Father's love may raise a frown The hour of darkness is but short, Come, LORD JESUS. WH What lengths of distance lie between, Our months are ages of delay, Fly, winged time, and roll away Ye heavenly gates, loofe all your chains, Bleft Saviour, cleave the starry plains, Hark, how thy faints unite their cries, But |