XXIII. The Sight of GOD and CHRIST' 'DE Efcend from Heav'n, immortal Dove, And mount and bear us far above 312 3 O for a Sight, a pleafing Sight, 4 Adoring Saints around him ftand, 5 P A And Thrones and Pow'rs before him fall; what ama hat amazing Joys they feel, And spread the Triumphs of their King! 6 When thall the Day, dear LORD, appear, H 8 1 XXIV. The Evil of Sin vifible in the Fall When Buildture with a Word, Hen the great Builder arch'd the Skies, The joyful Cherubs tun'd his Praife, 2 High-in the midft of all the Throng, Amongst the Morning Stars he fung, [3 'Twas Sin that hurl'd him from his Throne; 4 And thus our two first Parents stood, [5 So fprung the Plague from Adam's Bower, 6 Tremble, my Soul, and mourn for Grief, O! may he flay this treach'rous Guest. Job xxxviii. 7. + Ifa, xiv. 12. 7 Then to thy Throne, victorious King, Then to thy Throne our Shouts shall rise; Thine everlasting Arms we fing, For Sin, the Monster, bleeds and dies. XXV. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. Nothing has half thy Work to do, 2 The little Ants for one poor Grain Yet we, who have a Heav'n t' obtain, 3 We, for whofe Sake all Nature ftands, We, for whofe Guard the Angel-Bands 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our Good: How carelefs to fecure that Crown Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly Hill, 6 Then fhall our active Spirits move, With Hands of Faith, and Wings of Love XXVI. GOD invifible. LORD, we are blind, we Mortals blind, We can't behold thy bright Abode; O, 'tis beyond a Creature's Mind, To glance a Thought half-way to GoD, 2 Infinite Leagues beyond the Sky The Great Eternal reigns alone, Where neither Wings nor Souls can fly, Nor Angels climb the toplefs Throne. 3 The LORD of Glory builds his Seat Of Gems infufferably bright, And lays beneath his facred Feet Substantial Beams of gloomy Night. 4 Yet, glorious LORD, thy gracious Eyes Look through, and cheer us from above; Beyond our Praife thy Grandeur flies, Yet we adore, and yet we love. XXVII. Praife ye him, all his Angels, GOD! the eternal awful Name! 2 Like Flames of Fire his Servants are, 3 'Tis not for fuch poor Worms as we 4 Tell how he fhews his fmiling Face, 5 Speak (for you feel his burning Love) For we on Earth have loft the Name. [6 Sing of his Pow'r and Juftice too, [8 Shout to your King, ye heav'nly Hoft; & Firmly ye ftood, when they were loft; And while you found his lofty Praile, |