HYMN.

[BY THE AUTHOR.]

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High o'er the heav'n of heav'ns, I saw (and trembled,)
O God of gods! thy robes of sacred splendour;
Thunders cherubic shouting, 'Holy! holy!

2

Lord God Almighty!"

Drop down, ye heav'ns! and pour a flood of glory;
Ye shades of death, the dawn of life approaches;
Mortals shall learn the music of thy thunders,

Infinite Goodness!

3

Rise from the dust, array'd in godlike beauty,

O Solyma !* immorta! joys await thee;

See thy whole race, from heav'n, earth, floods, assembling,

Crown'd with Salvation.

4

Nations unborn shall throng thy flaming portals;

And midnight silence hear the lofty chorus,
Hailing the Morn, that lifts her smiling eyelids,
No more to slumber.

5

Shout, ye loud winds! the universal triumph;

Sing to the world, Thy God! thy God! descendeth,

Rears his high hand, and swears,

I live for ever,

Live, thy Redeemer."

* Jerusalem.

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