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Sense far above the reach of mortat'verse

Strains far above the reach of mortal ears,
And all a muse, unglorified, can fancy, or rehearse.

Nor is this confort only kept above,
Nor is it to the blest alone confin'd;

But earth, and all the faithful here, are joind,
And strive to vie with them in duty, and in love.
And tho' they cannot equal notes and measures raise,
Strive to return th' imperfect echoes of thy praise.

They, thro' all nations, own thy glorious Name,
And, every where, the great Three-one proclaim;
Thee, Father of the world, and us, and him,

Who must mankind, whom thou did It make, redeem, Thee, blessed Saviour, Thee, ador'd, true, only Son, To man debas'd, to rescue man undone :

And Thee, eternal, holy Power,
Who do'st, by grace, exalted man restore
To all he loft by the old fall, and sin, before.

You bleis'd and glorious Trinity,
Riddle to baffled knowledge, and philosophy,
Which cannot comprehend the mighty mystery

Of num'rous One, and the unnumber'd Three:
Vaft topless pile of wonders! at whose fight

Reason it lelf turns giddy with the height,

Above the flute'ring pitch of human wit, And all, but the strong wings of faith, that eagle's tow'r


[ing flight: Blest JESU ! how shall we enough adore, Or thy unbounded love, or thy unbounded pow'r? Thou art the Prince of heav'n, thou art the Almighty's

heir, Thou art th' eternal Offspring of th' eternal Sire:

Hail Thou, the world's Redeemer ; whom to free From bonds of death, and endless misery,

Thou thought'st it no disdain to be Inhabitant of low mortality :

Th' Almighty thought it no disdain To dwell in the pure virgin's spotless womb, There did the boundless Godhead, and whole heav'n find And a small point, the circle of infinity contain. [room, Hail, Ransom of mankind, All-great, All good!

Who didit atone us with thy blood, Thy

Thy self the off'ring, altar, priest, and God:

Thy self didft die, to be our glorious bail,
From death's arrests, and the eternal flaming jail :

Thy self thou gav'st th' inestimable price,
To purchase and redeem our mortgag'd heav'n and hap-

piness :
Thither, when thy great work on earth had end,

When death it self was slain and dead,
And hell, with all its powers, captive led,
Thou didst again triumphantly ascend :
There doft thou now, by thy great Father sit on high,

With equal glory, equal majesty, Joint-ruler of the everlasting monarchy.

VI. Again, from thence, thou shalt with greater triumph

When the last trumpet sounds the gen'ral doom :
And lo ! thou com'lt, and lo! the direful found does make
Thro' death's wide realm mortality awake :
And lo! they all appear

At thy dread bar,
And all receive th' unalterable sentence there.
Affrighted nature trembles at the dismal day,

And shrinks for fear, and vanishes away :
Both that and time brcath out their laft, and now they die,
And now are swallow'd up, and lost in valt eternity.

Mercy, O mercy, angry God!
Stop, stop thy flaming wrath, too fierce to be with tood,

And quench it with the deluge of thy blood ;
Thy precious blood which was fo freely spilt
To wash us from the stains of sin and guilt :
O write us with it in the book of fate

Amongst thy chosen, and predestinate,
Free denizens of heaven, of the immortal state.

Guide us, O Saviour! guide thy church below,
Both way and star, compass and pilot thou :
Do thou this frail and tott'ring vessel steer

Thro' life’s tempestuous ocean here,
Thro' all the tossing waves of fear,
And dang'rous rocks of black despair.


Safe, under thee, we shall to the wish'd hear'n move,
And reach the undiscover'd lands of blifs above.

Thus low (behold !) to thy great name we bow,
And thus we ever wish to grow:

Constant, as time does thy fix'd laws obey,
To thee our worship, and our thanks we pay :

With these, we wake the chearful light,

With these, we sleep, and rest invite : And thus we spend our breath, and thus we spend our

And never cease to fing, and never cease to praise.

While thus each breast, and mouth, and ear,
Are filled with thy praise, and love, and fear,
Let never fin get room, or entrance there :
Vouchsafe, O Lord, thro' this and all our days.

To guard us with thy pow'rful grace :
Within our hearts let no usurping lust be found,

No rebel passion tumult raise,

To break thy laws, or break our peace, But set thy watch of angels on the place, And keep the tempter Atill from that forbidden ground.

Ever, O Lord, to us thy mercies grant,

Never, O Lord, let us thy mercies want,
Ne'er want thy favour, bounty, liberality,

But let them ever on us be,
Constant as our own hope and trust on thee ::
On thee, we all our hope and trust repose !

O never leave us to our foes,
Never, O Lord, defert our cause :

Thus aided and upheld by thee,
We'll fear no danger, death, nor mifery:
Fearless we thus will stand a falling world

With rushing ruins all about us hurl'd, And face wide-gaping hell, and all its flighted pow'rs


PARAPHRASE on Micah vi. 6, 7. .

By a young Lady.

I ?

Herewith shall I approach this awful Lord ?

What shall bring ?

What facrifice
Will not so great a Deity despise ?
Tell me you lofty spirits that fall down,

The neareft to his throne,

O tell me how,
Or wherewithal shall I before my own and your

dread Maker bow! Will Carmel's verdant top afford

No equal offering? Ten thousand rams : a bouteous present 'tis, When all the flocks upon a thousand spacious hills are Will streams of fragrant oil his wrath controul? [his.

Or the more precious flood

Of my dear firft-born's blood,
Compound for all my debts, and make a full atonement


If not, great God, what then dost thou require ?
Or what wilt thou deign to accept from me ?
All that my own thou giv'st me leave to call,
I willingly again resign to thee :
My youth, with all its blooming heat,
My muse, and ev'ry raptur'd thought to thee I dedicate.

'Tis fit the product of that facred fire
Shou'd to its own celestial orb retire,
And all my darling vanities
For thee I'll sacrifice :

My fav’rite vice and all,
Among the rest promiscuously shall fall.
No more the fond beloved sin I'll spare,

Than the great patriarch wou'd have done his heir.
And this, great God, altho' a worthlefs prize,
Is a fincere, cntire, and early facrifice.


The CORONET. By Mr. Marvell. 7HEN for the thorns, with which I long, too long,

With many a piercing wound,
My Saviour's head have crown'd,
I seek with garlands to redress that wrong;

Through every garden, every mead,
I gather flow’rs (my fruits are only flow'rs)

Dismantling all the fragrant towers
That once adorn'd my fhepherdess's head.
And now when I have sum'd up all my store,

Thinking (fo I myself deceive)

So rich a chaplet thence to weave
As never yet the King of glory wore;

Alas! I find the serpent old,
Twining in his speckled breast,
About the flow'rs disguis'd does fold,

With wreaths of fame and intereft.
Ah, foolish man, that would'A debase with them,
And mortal glory, heaven's diadem !
But thou who only could'st the serpent tame,
Either his slipp'ry knots at once untye,
And disintangle all his winding fnare ;
Or shatter too with him my curious frame;
And let these wither, fo that he may die,
Tho' set with skill, and chosen out with care.
'That they, while thou on both their spoils dost tread,
May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy head.

PARAPHRASE on Cant. vii. Il. By a young Lady.


HOME, thou most charming object of my love,

What's all this dull society to us?
Let's to the peaceful shades and springs remove,
I'm here unealy, tho' I linger thus.

What are the trifles that I leave behind ?
I've more than all the valu'd world in thee,


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