Angelic work; but not to me returns To prefent maladies. Unhappy ftate, From God, and heaven, and angels bleffed work, That fickly flesh and shatter'd nerves impose. H A HYMN of Praife for RECOVERY. By the fame. APPY for man, that the flow circling moons The tiresome pains of nature! present woes Awakes my tongue to praife. What mortal voice Search well, my foul, thro' all the dark receffes X 3 And And hollow winding caverns of the heart, Well he deferves this worship at thy hands, Almighty power, I love thee, blifsful name, Rife from my couch, ye late enfeebled limbs, This tottering body to his facred threshold: Jefus, great advocate, whofe pitying eye And And bring these accents grateful to his ear. 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, To live at large in regions, where Nor cloud nor vail fhall hide III. my God? Farewelthis flefh, thefe ears, thefe eyes, My God, nor let this frame arife 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! Freed Freed from the mifchiefs fin hath wrought, II. Abfent from flesh! illuftrious day! Surprising scene! triumphant stroke, And I can feel my fetters broke? 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: 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 Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me? How fair, thou offspring of my God! Thy death procur'd this bleft abode, 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, CR Fountain of good, tremendous power, Ocean of wonders, blifsful fight! 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! To form a shadow of this grace. 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; And give thefe facred reliques room 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 |