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Suepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes,

And send your fears away ; News from the region of the skies,

Salvation's born to-day. “ Jesus, the God whom angels fear,

Comes down to dwell with you; To-day he makes his entrance here,

But not as monarchs do. " No gold, nor purple swaddling-bands,

Nor royal shining things;
A manger for his cradle stands,

And holds the King of kings. “ Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,

And see his humble throne; With tears of joy in all your eyes,

Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.” Thus Gabriel sang : and straight around

The heavenly armies throng ; They tune their harps to lofty sound,

And thus conclude the song : “Glory to God that reigns above,

Le peace surround the Earth; Mortals shall know their Maker's love,

At their Redeemer's birth."
Lord! and shall angels have their songs,

And men no tunes to raise ?
O may we lose these useless tongues

When they forget to praise !
Glory to God that reigns above,

That pitied us forlorn !
We join to sing our Maker's love,

For there's a Saviour born.

A French Sonnet imitated. 1695.

Grand Dieu, tes Jugemens, &c. Grace rules below, and sits enthron'd above, How few the sparks of wrath! how slow they move, And drop and die in boundless seas of love! But me, vile wretch ! should pitying Love embrace Deep in its ocean, Hell itself would blaze, And flash, and burn me through the boundless seas, Yea, Lord, my guilt, to such a vastness grown, Seems to contine thy choice to wrath alone, And calls thy power to vindicate thy throne. Thine honour bids, “ avenge thine injur'd name,” Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory claim, While my moist tears might but incense thy flame. Should Heaven grow black, almighty thunder roar, And vengeance blast me, I could plead no more, But own thy justice dying, and adore. Yet can those bolts of Death, that cleave the flood To reach a rebel, pierce this sacred shroud, Ting'd in the vital stream of my Redeemer's blood !


GOD GLORIOUS, AND SINNERS SAVED. Father, how wide thy glory shines!

How high thy wonders rise !
Known through the Farth by thousand signs,

By thousand through the skies.
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,

Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour

We read thy patience still.
Part of thy name divinely stands

On all thy creatures writ;
They show the labour of thine hands,

Or impress of thy feet.
But when we view thy strange design

To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassiou join

In their divinest forms;
Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe:

We love and we adore;
The first archangel never saw

So much of God before.
Here the whole Deity is known ;

Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,

The justice or the grace.

Hence from my soul, my Sins, depart !
Your fatal friendship now I see :
Long have you dwelt too near my heart;
Hence, to eternal distance flee!
Ye gave my dying Lord his wound;
Yet I caress'd your viperous brood,
And in my heart-strings lapp'd you round,
You, the vile murderers of my God.
Black heavy thoughts, like mountains, roll
O'er my poor breast, with boding fears,
And, crushing hard my tortur'd soul,
Wring through my eyes the briny tears.
Forgive my treasons, Prince of Grace!
The bloody Jews were traitors too;
Yet thou hast pray'd for that curs'd race,
“ Father, they know not what thoy do."
Great Advocate, look down and see
A wretch, whose smarting sorrows bleed;
() plead the same excuse for me!
For, Lord, I knew not what I did



Peace, my complaints ! Let every groan

Dark as our thoughts our minutes roll, Be still, and silence wait his love;

While tyranny possess'd the throne, Compassions dwell amidst his throne,

And murderers of an Irish soul And through his inmost bowels move.

Ran, threatening death, through every town Lo, from the everlasting skies,

The Romish priest and British prince Gently, as morning-dews distil,

Join'd their best force, and blackest charms, The dove immortal downward flies,

And the fierce troops of neighbouring France With peaceful olive in his bill.

Offer'd the scrvice of their arms. How sweet the voice of pardon sounds!

“ 'Tis done,” they cried, and laugh'd aloud : Sweet the relief to deep distress :

The courts of darkness rang with joy, I feel the balm that heals my wounds,

Thold Serpent hiss'd, and Hell grew proud,
And all my powers adore the grace.

While Zion mouru'd her ruin nigh.
But lo, the great deliverer sails,
Commission'd from Jehovah's hand,
And smiling seas, and wishing gales,
Convey him to the longing land,

The happy day!, and happy year,

Both in our new salvation meet:

The day ? that quench'd the burning snare, 1. From the Spanish Invasion, 1588.

The year that burnt th' invading fleet. 2. From the Gun-powder Plot, Nov. 5.

Now did thine arm, O God of Hosts, 3. From Popery and Slavery by K. William of Glo. Now did thine arm shine dazzling bright; rious Memory, why landed Nov. 5. 1688. The sons of might their hands had lost, Composed Nov. 5, 1695. And men of blood forgot to fight.

Brigades of angels lin'd the way, INFINITE God, thy counsels stand

And guarded William to his throne: Like mountains of eternal brass,

There, ye celestial warriors, stay, Pillars to prop our sinking land,

And make his palace like your own. Or guardian rocks to break the seas.

Then, mighty God, the Earth shall know From pole to pole thy name is known,

And learn the worship of the sky : Thee a whole Heaven of angels praise;

Angels and Britons join below, Our labouring tongues would reach thy throne To raise their Hallelujahs high. With the loud triumphs of thy grace.

All Hallelujah, heavenly King ! Part of thy church, by thy command,

While distant lands thy victory sing, Stands rais'd upon the British isles;

And tongues their utmost powers employ, “ There," said the Lord,“ to ages stand,

The world's bright roof repeats the joy.
Firm as the everlasting hills."
In vain the Spanish ocean roar'd;
Its billows swellid against our shore,
Its billows sunk beneath thy word,
With all the floating war they bure.
“ Come,” said the sons of bloody Rome,

“ Let us provide new arms from Hell :")
And down they digg'd through Earth's dark womb, Far in the Heavens my God retires,
And ransack'd all the burning cell.

My God, the mark of my desires,
Old Satan lent them fiery stores,

And hides his lovely face; Infernal coal, and sulphurous flame,

When he descends within my view, And all that burns, and all that roars,

He charms my reason to pursue, Outrageous fires of dreadfiul name.

But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th' unequal chase, Beneath the senate and the throne

Or if I reach unusual height Engines of hellish thunder lay;

Till near his presence brought, There the dark seeds of fire were sown,

There floods of glory check my flight, "To spring a bright but dismal day.

Cramp the bold pinions of my wit, Thy Love beheld the black design,

And all untune my thought; Thy Love, that guards our island round;

Plung'd in a sea of light I roll, Strange! how it quench'd the fiery mine,

Where wisdom, justice, mercy, shines;

(soul And crush'd the tempest under ground,

Infinite rays in crossing lines

Beat thick confusion on my sight, and overwhelm my THE SECOND PART.

Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds,

And help me reach the throne; Assume, my tongue, a nobler strain,

(What single strength in vain designs, Sing the new wonders of the Lord;

United force hath done ;
The foes revive their powers again,
Again they die beneath his sword.

Nov. 5, 1688.

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Thus worms may join, and grasp the poles, My cheerful Soul now all the day
Thus atoms fill the sea)

Sits waiting here and sings;
But the whole race of creature-souls,

Looks through the ruins of her clay,
Stretch'd to their last extent of thought, plunge and And practises her wings.
are lost in thee.

Faith almost changes into sight, Great God! behold, my reason lies

While from afar she spies

Her fair inheritance, in light
Adoring; yet my love would rise
On pinions not her own :

Above created skies.
Faith shall direct her humble flight,

Had but the prison walls been strong,
Through all the trackless seas of light,

And firm without a flaw,
To thee, th' Eternal Fair, the Infinite Unknown. In darkness she had dwelt too long,

And less of glory saw.
But now the everlasting hills

Through every.chink appear,

And something of the joy she feels

While she's a prisoner here. My thoughts, that often mount the skies,

The shines of Heaven rush sweetly in Go, search the world beneath,

At all the gaping flaws : Where Nature in all ruin lies,

Visions of endless bliss are seen, And owns her sovereign, Death.

And native air she draws. The tyrant, how he triumphs here!

O may these walls stand tottering still, His trophies spread around !

The breaches never close, And heaps of dust and bones appear

If I must here in darkness dwell,
Through all the hollow ground.

And all this glory lose !
These skulls, what ghastly figures now!
How loathsome to the eyes !

Or rather let this flesh decay,

The ruins wider grow, These are the heads we lately knew

Till, glad to see th’ enlarged way, So beanteous and so wise,

I stretch'd my pinions through.
But where the souls, those deathless things,

That left this dying clay?
My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,

And trace Eternity.
O that unfathomable sea!

Those deeps without a shore !
Where living waters gently play,

Or fiery billows roar.
Thus must we leave the banks of life,

Praise ye the Lord with joyful tongue,
And try this doubtful sea;
Vain are our groans, and dying strife,

Ye powers that guard his throne;

Jesus the Man shall lead the song,
To gain a moment's stay.

The God inspire the tune.
There we shall swim in heavenly bliss,
Or sink in flaming waves,

Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir

That fill the realms above,
While the pale carcass thoughtless lies
Among the silent graves.

Sing; for he form'd you of his fire,

And feeds you with his love.
Some hearty friend shall drop his tear
On our dry bones, and say,

Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, “ These once were strong, as mine appear,

The floor of his abode, And mine must be as they.”

Or veil your little twinkling eyes

Before a brighter God.
Thus shall our mouldering members teach
What now our senses learn ;

Thou restless globe of golden light,
For dust and ashes loudest preach

Whose beams create our days, Man's infinite concern.

Join with the silver queen of night,

To own your borrow'd rays.
Blush, and refund the honours paid

To your inferior names :

Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed

By his o'erflowing fames. Oft have I sat in secret sighs,

Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud To feel my flesh decay,

Through the ethereal blue ; Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,

For, when his chariot is a cloud, To view the tottering clay.

He makes his wheels of you. But I forbid my sorrows now,

Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, Nor dares the fesh complain;

The troops of his command, Diseases bring their protit too ;

Appear in all your dreadful forms, The joy o'ercotnes the pain.

And speak his awful hand.

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Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,

Hence, ye profane! I hate your ways, In your eternal roar;

I walk with pious svuls; Let wave to wave resound his praise,

There's a wide did'rence in our race, And shore reply to shore:

And distant are our goals.
While monsters, sporting on the flood,

In scaly silver shine,
Speak terribly their Maker-God,

And lash the foaming brine.

Arm thee with thunder, heavenly Muse, But gentler things shall tune his name

And keep th' expecting world in awe; To softer notes than these,

Oft hast thou sung in gentler mood Young Zephyrs breathing o'er the stream,

The melting mercies of thy God; Or whispering through the trees.

Now give thy fiercest fires a loose, Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,

And sound his dreadful law: To him that bid you grow :

To Israel first the words were spoke, Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines

To Israel freed from Egypt's yoke, On every thankful bough.

Inhuman bondage! The hard galling load

Over-press'd their feeble souls, Let the shrill birds his honour raise,

Bent their knees to senseless bulls,
And climb the morning-sky:

And broke their ties to God.
While grovelling beasts attempt his praise
In hoarser harmony.

Now had they passid th’ Arabian bay,

And march'd between the cleaving sea; (way, Thus while the meaner creatures sing,

The rising waves stood guardians of their wondrous Ye mortals, take the sound,

But fell with most impetuous force Echo the glories of your King

On the pursuing swarms, Through all the nations round.

And bury'd Egypt all in arms, Th' eternal name must fly abroad

Blending in watery death the rider and the horse: From Britain to Japan;

O'er struggling Pharaoh roll'd the mighty tide, And the whole race shall bow to God,

And sav'd the labours of a pyramid.
That owns the name of man.

Apis and Ore in vain he cries,
And all his horned gods beside;
He swallows fate with swimming eyes,

And curs'd the Hebrews as he died.

Ah! foolish Israel, to comply

With Memphian idolatry! Lauch, ye profane, and swell and burst

And bow to brutes (a stupid slave), With bold impiety:

To idols impotent to save! Yet shall ye live for ever curst,

Behold thy God, the sovereign of the sky, And seek in vain to die.

Has wrought salvation in the deep, The gasp of your expiring breath

Has bound thy fues in iron sleep, Consigns your souls to chains,

And rais'd thine honours high : By the last agonies of death

His grace forgives thy follies past, Sent down to fiercer pains.

Behold, he comes in majesty,

And Sinai's top proclaims his law: Ye stand upon a dreadful steep,

Prepare to meet thy God in haste; And all beneath is Hell:

But keep an awful distance still: Your weighty guilt will sink you deep,

Let Moses round the sacred hill Where the old Serpent fell.

The circling limits draw. When iron slumbers bind your flesh,

Hark! the shrill echoes of the trumpet roar, With strange surprise you'll find

And call the trembling armies near: Immortal vigour spring afresh,

Slow and unwilling they appear ; And tortures wake the mind.

Rails kept them from the mount before, Then you'll confess, the frightful names

Now from the rails their fear: Of plagues you scorn'd before,

'Twas the same herald, and the trump the same No more shall look like idle dreams,

Which shall be blown by high command, Like foolish tales no mure.

Shall bid the wheels of Nature stand,

And Heaven's eternal will proclaim, Then shall ye curse that fatal day, (With flames upon your tongues)

That time shall be no more. When you exchang'd your souls away

Thus while the labouring angel swell’d the sound, For vanity and sungs.

And rent the skies, and shook the ground, Behold, the saints rejoice to die,

Up rose th’ Almighty; round his sapphire seat

Adoring thrones in order fell; For Heaven shines round their heads;

The lesser powers at distance dwell, And angel-guards, prepard to fiy,

And cast their glories down successive at his feet: Attend their fainting beds.

Gabriel the Great prepares his way, Their longing spirits part, and rise

“ Lift up your heads, eternal doors !” he cries; To their celestial seat;

Th' eternal doors his word obey, Above these ruinable skies

Open, and shoot celestial day They make their last retreat

Upon the lower skies.



Heaven's mighty pillars bow'd their head,

Hark! from the centre of the flame,
As their Creator bid,

All arm'd and feather'd with the same,
And down Jehovah rode from the superior sphere, Majestic sounds break through the smoky cloud:
A thousand guards before, and myriads in the rear. Sent from the All-creating tongue,
His chariot was a pitchy cloud,

A flight of cherubs guard the words along, The wheels beset with burning gems;

And bear their fiery law to the retreating crowd. The winds in harness with the flames

“ I am the Lord: 'Tis I proclaim Flew o'er th' ethereal road;

That glorious and that fearful name, Down through his magazines he pass'd

Thy God and King : 'twas I that broke Of hail, and ice, and fleecy snow;

Thy bondage, and th’Egyptian yoke; Swift rolld the triumph, and as fast

Mine is the right to speak my will, Did hail, and ice, in melted rivers flow,

And thine the duty to fulfil. The day was mingled with the night,

Adore no God beside me, to provoke mine eyes : His feet on solid darkness trod,

Nor worship me in shapes and forms that men deHis radiant eyes proclaim'il the God,

(to jest; And scatter'd dreadful light;

With reverence use my name, nor turn my words He breath'd, and sulphur ran, a fiery stream: Observe my sabbath well, nor dare profane my rest; He spoke, and (though with unknown speed he came) Honour and due obedience to thy parents give; Chid the slow tempest, and the lagging flame. Nor spill the guiltless blood, nor let the guilty live: Sinai receiv'd his glorious flight;

Preserve thy body chaste, and flee th' unlawful bed; With axle red, and glowing wheel,

Nor steal thy neighbour's gold, his garment, or his

bread; Did the winged chario: light, And rising smoke obscur'd the burning hill.

Forbear to blast his name with falsehood, or deceit; Lo, it mounts in curling waves;

Nor let thy wishes loose upon his large estate.”
Lo, the gloomy pride out-braves
The stately pyramids of tire:

The pyramids to Heaven aspire, [higher.
And mix with stars, but see their gloomy ofispring REMEMBER YOUR CRE,
So have you seen ungrateful ivy grow

Round the tall oak that six-score years has stood,
And proudly shoot a leaf or two

Children, to your Creator, God,
Above its kind supporter's u'most bough,

Your early honours pay,
And glory there to stand the loftiest of the wood. While vanity and youthful blood
Forbear, young Muse, forbear;

Would tempt your thoughts astray.
The flowery things that poets say,

The memory of his mighty name
The little arts of simile

Demands your first regard ;
Are vain and useless here;

Nor dare indulge a meaner flame,
Nor shall the burning hills of old

Till you have lov'd the Lord.
With Sinai be compar'd,

Be wise, and make his favour sure,
Nor all that lying Greece has told,

Before the mournful days,
Or learned Rome has heard ;

When youth and mirth are known no more,
Etna shall be nam'd no more,

And life and strength decays.
Etna the torch of Sicily ;
Not half so high

No more the blessings of a feast
Her lightnings fly,

Shall relish on the tongue ;
Not half so loud her thunders roar

The heavy ear forgets the taste Cross the Sicanian sea, to fright th’ Italian shore.

And pleasure of a song. Behold the sacred bill: its trembling spire

Old age, with all her dismal train, Quakes at the terrours of the fire

Invades your golden years While all beluw its verdant feet

With sighs and groans, and raging pain, Stagger and reel under th’ Almighty weight:

And Death, that never spares. Press'd with a greater than feign'd Atlas' load,

What will ye do when light departs,
Deep groan'd the mount; it never bore

And leaves your withering eyes
Infinity before,

Without one beam, to cheer your hearts,
It bow'd, and shook beneath the burthen of a God.

From the superior skies? Fresh horrours seize the camp; despair,

How will you meet God's frowning brow, And dying groans, turment the air,

Or stand before his seat,
And shrieks, and swoons, and deaths were there :

While nature's old supporters bow,
The bellowing thunder, and the lightning's blaze
Spread thrvugh the host a wild amaze;

Nor bear their tottering weight?
Darkness on every soul, and pale was every face : Can you expect your feeble arms
Confus'd and dismal were the cries,

Shall make a strong defence, Let Moses speak, or Israel dies :"

When Death, with terrible alarms, Moses the spreading terrour feels,

Summons the prisoner hence ?
No more the Man of God conceals

The silver bands of nature burst,
His shivering and surprise;

And let the building fall;
Yet, with recovering mind, commands [bands.
Silence, and deep attention, through the Hebrew The flesh goes down to mix with dust,

Its vile original.

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