102 Pursue the heav'nly road that leads on high; And strong in faith and patience, walk with God. Then, when the king of terrors comes in view, To call you from a world of sin and woe, AN HYMN. YE angels who stand round the throne, Confirm'd by his power, you stood. Ye saints who stand nearer than they, O tell of his love as is meet; O, when will the period appear, I'm fetter'd, and chain'd up in clay, My God and my Saviour to see. I want to put on my attire, Wash'd white in the blood of the lamb; I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to his name : I want....O, I want to be there, (Where sorrow and sin bid adieu) Your joy and your friendship to share, To wonder and worship with you. AN HYMN. THOU soft flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream, Our Saviour at midnight, when Cynthia's pale beam Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray, And lose in thy murmurs, the toils of the day. How damp were the vapours that fell on his head, O garden of Olivet, dear honor'd spot! Thy name and thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; 'Twas here he engag'd with the lion of hell, Beneath his strong arm all our enemies fell: 'Twas here he encounter'd with infinite wrath, And conquer'd by love that was stronger than death. Come saints and adore him, come bow at his feet; And join the grand chorus that gladdens the skies. AN EPISTLE TO AN ABSENT FRIEND: THE ENQUIRY ADDRESSED TO MIRANDA'S GUARDIAN ANGEL. GENTLE spirit, tell me where My Miranda loves to stray? Thro' the night, and all the day? List'ning to the linnet's lay, Musing on diviner love Than creation can display? Is she roving o'er the field, Bless'd with friendship's pleasing voice, While he throws his billows high? |