With grace enrich me from thy plenteous store; Grant me but this request, I'll ask no more, Humble Sincerity. IN acts of worship, when we bring Affected modes of outward dress, The ftately offerings of the rich, Such glitt'ring things may mortals please, And from the tinfel know the gold. He tries the reins, the inmoft part, Obferves the movement of the heart; I Thofe Those secret springs he fully knows, To perfons he has no respect, He lifts the weak above their fears, His quick'ning grace, like gentle dews, He knows the meaning of the dumb, Where poverty denies a lamb, To make the facred altar flame; And takes a pair of turtle doves. While others of their larger ftore, Bring greater gifts, Lord, I am poor; And And fince my stock amounts no higher, The Chriftians Voyage to the Port of Reft. THE weary matiner long time diftreft, With cares and fears upon the ftormy main, Driv'n by uncertain gales from east to west, Confum'd with labours and continual pain, Longing to find his port, with watchful eyes Looks round about him, and at last espiesDelightful view!--the wifh'd-for land arise. Fresh vigour now his fainting powers poffefs, While near approaches give a clearer view. The royal city next comes on in fight, Whose rows of stately towers advanc'd on high, At once furprise with wonder and delight, Dazzling with luftre the beholder's eye. While thus discovering things unfeen before, The haven is at hand, he gains the fhore. - I'm weary with th' tedious voyage of life, To kill my comforts, and disturb my peace. Next from the eastern coaft a tempeft fprings Of strong temptations, hiffing through the air; Like fiery ferpents with their dreadful ftings, To drive me to prefumption or despair. To ftem the current of these boisterous tides, Shocks all my powers, my very heart divides, And thro' my joints a chilling terror glides. Sometimes I'm favour'd with a milder gale, Strait from the fouth comes on a gloomy fcene, With fogs and mifts of heart-tormenting cares; The Heav'ns grow dark which were before ferene, And troubles heightened with perplex'd affairs : With lab'ring thoughts the mind's distracted fo, I know not what to do, nor where to go; Sometimes I fail too faft, again too flow. Thus hurry'd up and down this mortal state, My fpirits languish, and my flesh decays. While thus upon the parting brink I stand, And fhew my title to the promis'd reft. VOL. I: E On |