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Angelic work; but not to me returns
Reft with the day: ten thousand hurrying thoughts
Bear me away tumultuous far from heaven
And heavenly work. In vain I heave, and toil,
And wrestle with my inward foes in vain,
O'er-power'd and vanquish'd ftill: they drag me down.
From things celeftial, and confine my fenfe

To prefent maladies. Unhappy ftate,
Where the poor spirit is fubdu'd t'endure
Unholy idleness, a painful abfence

From God, and heaven, and angels bleffed work,
And bound to bear the agonies and woes

That fickly flesh and shatter'd nerves impose.
How long, O Lord, how long?

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A HYMN of Praife for RECOVERY.

By the fame.

APPY for man, that the flow circling moons
And long revelving feafons measure out

The tiresome pains of nature! present woes
Have their sweet periods. Eafe and chearful health
With flow approach (fo providence ordains)
Revifit their forfaken manfion here,
And days of useful life diffuse their dawn
O'er the dark cottage of my weary foul.
My vital powers refume their vigour now,
My fpirit feels her freedom, fhakes her wings,
Exults and spatiates o'er a thousand fcenes,
Surveys the world, and with full ftretch of thought
Grafps her ideas; while impatient zeal

Awakes my tongue to praife. What mortal voice
Or mortal hand can render to my God
The tribute due? What altars fhall I raise ?
What grand infcription to proclaim his mercy
In living lines? Where shall I find a victim
Meet to be offered to his fovereign love,
And folemnize the worship and the joy.

Search well, my foul, thro' all the dark receffes
Of nature and felf-love, the plies, the folds,

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And hollow winding caverns of the heart,
Where flattery hides our fins; fearch out the foes
Of thy almighty friend; what lawless paffions,
What vain defires, what vicious turns of thought
Lurk there unheeded: bring them forth to view,
And facrifice the rebels to his honour.

Well he deferves this worship at thy hands,
Who pardons thy paft follies, who reftores
Thy mouldering fabric, and witholds thy life
From the near borders of a gaping grave.

Almighty power, I love thee, blifsful name,
My healer God; and may my inmost heart
Love and adore for ever! O 'tis good
To wait fubmiffive at thy holy throne,
To leave petitions at thy feet, and bear
Thy frowns and filence with a patient foul.
The hand of mercy is not fhort to fave,
Nor is the ear of heavenly pity deaf
To mortal cries. It notic'd all my groans,
And fighs, and long complaints, with wife delay,
Tho' painful to the fufferer, and thy hand
In proper moment brought defir'd relief.

Rife from my couch, ye late enfeebled limbs,
Prove your new ftrength, and fhew th' effective skill
Of the divine phyfician; bear away

This tottering body to his facred threshold:
'There laden with his honours, let me bow
Before his feet; let me pronounce his grace,
Pronounce falvation thro' his dying Son,
And teach this finful world the Saviour's name.
Then rife, my hymning foul, on holy notes
Tow'rd his high throne; awake, my choiceft fongs,
Run echoing round the roof, and while you pay
The folemn vows of my distressful hours,
A thoufand friendly lips fhall aid the praife.

Jefus, great advocate, whofe pitying eye
Saw my long anguish, and with melting heart
And powerful interceffion fpread'ft my woes
With all my groans before the Father-God,
Bear up my praifes now; thy holy incenfe
Shall hallow all my facrifice of joy,

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And bring these accents grateful to his ear.
My heart and life, my lips and every power
Snatch'd from the grasp of death, I here devote
By thy blefs'd hands an offering to his Name.

Amen, Hallelujah:

DEATH and HEAVEN.

In Five Lyric ODES

By the fame.

O DE I.

The Spirit's Farewel to the Body after long Sickness.

I.

[ow am I held a prisoner now,

How

Far from my God! This mortal chain:

Binds me to forrow: All below

Is fhort-liv'd ease or tiresome pain..

II.

When fhall that wond'rous hour appear,
Which frees me from this dark abode,

To live at large in regions, where

Nor cloud nor vail fhall hide

III.

my God?

Farewelthis flefh, thefe ears, thefe eyes,
Thefe fnares and fetters of the mind;

My God, nor let this frame arife
Till every duft be well refin'd.
IV.

Jefus, who mak'st our natures whole,

Mold me a body like thy own:.

Then fhall it better fezve my foul

In works of praise and worlds unknown.

ODE II.

The departing Moment; or, abfent from the Body..

I.

A

BSENT from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!

Freed

Freed from the mifchiefs fin hath wrought,
From pains, and tears, and all their spring.

II.

Abfent from flesh! illuftrious day!

Surprising scene! triumphant stroke,
That rends the prifon of my clay,

And I can feel my fetters broke?
III.

Abfent from flefh! then rife my foul,

Where feet or wings could never climb, Beyond the heavens where planets roll, Measuring the cares and joys of time.

I go

IV.

where God and glory shine:
His prefence makes eternal day.

My all that's mortal I refign,

For Uriel waits and points my way.

O DE III.

Entrance into Paradife; or, prefent with the Lord.

A

ND is this heaven

I.

and am I there!

How short the road! how swift the flight

I am all life, all eye, all ear;

Jefus is here, my foul's delight.

II.

Is this the heavenly friend who hung
In blood and anguifh on the tree,
Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David fung,

Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me?
III.

How fair, thou offspring of my God!
Thou first-born image of his face;

Thy death procur'd this bleft abode,
Thy vital beams adorn the place.
IV.

Lo, he prefents me at the throne

All spotless; there the Godhead reigns Sublime and peaceful thro' the Son :

Awake, my voice, in heavenly strains.

ODE

O DE IV.

The Sight of GOD in Heaven..

I.

Reator-God, eternal light,

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Fountain of good, tremendous power,

Ocean of wonders, blifsful fight!
Beauty and love unknown before !
II.

Thy grace, thy nature, all unknown.

In yon dark region whence I came ; Where languid glimpses from thy throne And feeble whispers teach thy Name.

III.

I'm in a world where all is new;

My felf, my God; O bleft amaze!
Not my best hopes or wishes knew

To form a shadow of this grace.
IV.

Fix'd on my God, my heart, adore:

My restless thoughts forbear to rove ::

Ye meaner paffions, ftir no more;

But all my powers be joy and love.

ODE V.

A Funeral O DE at the Interrment of the Body, fuppof ed to be fung by the Mourners.

UNVA

I..

[NVAIL thy bofom, faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy trust,

And give thefe facred reliques room
To feek a flumber in the dust..

II.

Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear

Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes

Can reach the lovely fleeper here,

And angels. watch her foft repofe..

III. So

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