XXI. Meffiah lives! Meffiah reigns! XXII. Rejoice, ye fhining worlds on high, XXIII. What mortal bard his fkill or force To paint these scenes, to tread this course, A triumph for a rifing God? XXIV. Aftonish'd at fo vaft a flight Thro' flaming worlds and floods of light, She bids her humble verse explain Here he afcends behind a cloud Rich are the graces which fhe draws XXVIII. Grace is her theme, and joy, and love : CHRIST's interceffion. XXIX. Silent, His facrifice. XXIX. Silent, fhe hears thy vengeance roll, Yet fince her God is ftill the fame, An HY M N to CHRIST JESUS, the Eternal Life.. By the fame. I. 7HERE fhall the tribes of Adam find W The fovereign good to fill the mind? The fpring whence living waters flow. Say, will the Stoic's flinty heart All our immortal hopes are laid VI. Let Atheifts fcoff, and Jews blafpheme VII. But let my foul forever lye Beneath the bleffings of thine eye; W Against LEWDNESS. By the fame. I. HY fhould you let your wand'ring eyes Scandal and ruin are the prize You take fuch fatal pains to win. II. This brutal vice makes reafon blind, And blots the name with hateful stains: Let David fpeak with heavy groans, And fill'd his house with wars and blood. Let Solomon and Samfon tell Their melancholy ftories here, How bright they fhone, how low they fell, V. In vain you chuse the darkest time, The wakeful stars and midnight moon your shame ; And And God's own eye, like beams of noon, What will ye do when heav'n inquires Into those scenes of fecret fin? Shall make your confcience rage within! How will you curse your wanton eyes, When death, with horrible surprise, IX. Flee, finners, flee th' unlawful bed, Left vengeance fend you down to dwell In the dark regions of the dead, To feed the fiercest fires of hell. Against DRUNKENNESS. By the fame. 1. S it not ftrange that every creature I should know the meature of its thirst, (They drink but to fupport their nature, And give due moisture to their dust ;) II. While man, vile man, whose nobler kind Should fcorn to act beneath the beast, Drowns all the glories of his mind, O what a hateful, shameful fight, Are drunkards reeling through the street: Now they are fond, and now they fight, And pour their fhame on all they meet. Is it fo exquifite a pleasure IV. To troll down liquor through the throat, And fwill, and know no bound nor measure, 'Till sense and reason are forgot? U 3 V. Do V. Do they deferve th' immortal name VI. Can they e'er think of heaven and grace, The meaneft feat is too refin'd The MIDNIGHT ELEVATION. By the fame. OW reigns the night in her sublimest noon; Nature lyes hund; the stars their watches keep; I wait thy influence, gentle fleep, Come, fhed thy choiceft poppies down In vain I wish, in vain I try To clofe my eyes, and learn to die; Sweet flumbers from my restless pillow fly: Then be my thoughts ferene as day, Be fprightly as the light, Swift as the fun's far-fhooting ray, And take a vigorous flight : Swift fly, my foul, tranfcend thefe dusky skies, And trace the vital world that lies Beyond thofe glimmering fires that gild and chear the III. There JESUS reigns, adored name ! [night, |