Whatever speaks the godhead great, And fit to be ador'd, Whatever makes the creature sweet, A thousand graces ever rife And bloom upon his face; Shoot through my heart with dear surprize, All nature's art fhall never cure In vain the envious fhades of night, Would veil his image from my fight, Or tempt my foul away; Jefus is all my waking theme, His lovely form meets every dream And knows not to depart : The The paffion reigns Through all my veins, And, floating round the crimson stream, Still finds him at my heart. Dwell there, for ever dwell, my love; Here I confine my sense; Nor dare my wildest wishes rove And lofe their nature in th' embrace. Thou art my ocean, thou my God; Life is a pain without thy love; Who could ever bear to be Curft with immortality Among the ftars, but far from Thee? Mutual Mutual LOVE ftronger than DEATH. NOT the rich world of minds above Can pay the mighty debt of love I owe to Chrift God: my With pangs which none but he could feel Kindly he feiz'd me in his arms, From the falfe world's pernicious charms With force divinely sweet. At his demand, With chearful hand,' I'd pay the vital treasure down In hourly tributes at his feet. But, Saviour, let me tafte thy grace With every fleeting breath? And through that heaven of pleasure pafs To the cold arms of death; Then I could lofe fucceffive fouls Fast as the minutes fly; So billow after billow rolls To kifs the fhore, and die. The The fubftance of the following Copy, and many of the lines, were fent me by an esteemed friend, Mr. W. Nokes, with a defire that I would form them into a Pindaric Ode; but I retained his measures, left I should too much alter his fenfe. A Sight of CHRIST. ANGELS of light, your God and King furround, With noble fongs; in his exalted flesh He claims your worship; while his faints on earth, Once I beheld his face, when beams divine While he appears, no other charms can hold Or draw my foul, afham'd of former things, Which no remembrance now deserve or name, Though with contempt; best in oblivion hid. But But the bright fhine and presence foon withdrew; Down from his palace, nor my longing foul This fight I ne'er can lofe, by it I live: I live, I'm ftrong, and now eternal life With vast amaze I fee th' unfathom'd thoughts, Of God's own Heart, in which he ever refts. Eternity |