XXIII. The Sight of GOD and CHRIST'
in Heaven.

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Efcend from Heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy Wings,

And mount and bear us far above
The Reach of these inferior Things:
2 Beyond, beyond this lower Sky,
Up where eternal Ages roll,
Where folid Pleasures never die,
And Fruits immortal feast the Soul.

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3 O for a Sight, a pleafing Sight,
Of our Almighty Father's 1.rone!
There fits our Saviour crown'd with Light,
Cloth'd in a Body like our own.

4 Adoring Saints around him ftand,

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And Thrones and Pow'rs before him fall;
The GOD fhines gracious thro' the Man,
And sheds fweet Glories on them all!

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While to their golden Harps they fing,
And fit on ev'ry heav'nly Hill,

hat amazing Joys they feel,

And spread the Triumphs of their King!

6 When thall the Day, dear LORD, appear,
That I fhall mount to dwell above,
And ftand and bow amongst 'em there,
And view thy Face, and fing, and Love?

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XXIV. The Evil of Sin vifible in the Fall
of Angels and Men.

When Buildture with a Word,

Hen the great Builder arch'd the Skies,

The joyful Cherubs tun'd his Praife,
And ev'ry bending Throne ador'd.

2 High-in the midft of all the Throng,
Satan, a tall Archangel, fate,

Amongst the Morning Stars he fung,
Till Sin deftroy'd his heav'nly State.

[3 'Twas Sin that hurl'd him from his Throne;
Grov'ling in Fire the Rebel lies:
"How art thou funk in Darkness down,
"Son of the Morningt, from the Skies!"]

4 And thus our two first Parents stood,
Till Sin defil'd the happy Place;
They loft their Garden and their GoD,
And ruin'd all their unborn Race.

[5 So fprung the Plague from Adam's Bower,
And fpread Destruction all abroad;
Sin, the curs'd Name, that in one Hour
Spoil'd fix Days Labour of a GOD.]

6 Tremble, my Soul, and mourn for Grief,
That fuch a Foe fhould feize thy Breast;
Fly to thy LORD for quick Relief;

O! may he flay this treach'rous Guest.

Job xxxviii. 7.

+ Ifa, xiv. 12.

7 Then to thy Throne, victorious King, Then to thy Throne our Shouts shall rise; Thine everlasting Arms we fing,

For Sin, the Monster, bleeds and dies.

XXV. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth.
Y drowfy Pow'rs, why fleep ye fo?
Awake, my fluggish Soul!

Nothing has half thy Work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 The little Ants for one poor Grain
Labour, and tug, and strive;

Yet we, who have a Heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whofe Sake all Nature ftands,
And Stars their Courfes move;

We, for whofe Guard the Angel-Bands
Come flying from above:

4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our Good:

How carelefs to fecure that Crown
He purchas'd with his Blood!
5 LORD, fhall we lie fo fluggish ftill,
And never act our Parts!

Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly Hill,
And fit and warm our Hearts.

6 Then fhall our active Spirits move,
Upward our Souls fhall rife:

With Hands of Faith, and Wings of Love
We'll fly and take the Prize,

XXVI. GOD invifible.

LORD, we are blind, we Mortals blind,

We can't behold thy bright Abode;

O, 'tis beyond a Creature's Mind, To glance a Thought half-way to GoD, 2 Infinite Leagues beyond the Sky The Great Eternal reigns alone, Where neither Wings nor Souls can fly, Nor Angels climb the toplefs Throne. 3 The LORD of Glory builds his Seat Of Gems infufferably bright,

And lays beneath his facred Feet Substantial Beams of gloomy Night. 4 Yet, glorious LORD, thy gracious Eyes Look through, and cheer us from above; Beyond our Praife thy Grandeur flies, Yet we adore, and yet we love.

XXVII. Praife ye him, all his Angels,
Pfalm cxlviii. 2.

GOD! the eternal awful Name!
That the whole heav'nly Army fears,
That shakes the wide Creation's Frame,
And Satan trembles when he hears.

2 Like Flames of Fire his Servants are,
And Light furrounds his Dwelling-place;
But, O ye fiery Flames, declare
The brighter Glories of his Face.

3 'Tis not for fuch poor Worms as we
To speak fo infinite a Thing;
But your immortal Eyes furvey
The Beautics of your Sov'reign King.

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Tell how he fhews his fmiling Face,
And cloaths all Heav'n in bright Array :
Triumph and Joy run thro' the Place,
And Songs eternal as the Day.

5 Speak (for you feel his burning Love)
What Zeal it spreads thro' all your Frame;
That facred Fire dwells all above,

For we on Earth have loft the Name.

[6 Sing of his Pow'r and Juftice too,
That infinite right Hand of his,
That vanquish'd Satan and his Crew,
And Thunder drove them down from Blifs.]
[7 What mighty Storms of poifon'd Darts
Were hurl'd upon the Rebels there!
What dreadful Jav'lins nail'd their Hearts
Fast to the Racks of long Defpair.]/

[8 Shout to your King, ye heav'nly Hoft;
You that beheld the finking Foe;

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Firmly ye ftood, when they were loft;
Praife the rich Grace that kept you fo.]
9 Proclaim his Wonders from the Skie;;
Let ev'ry diftant Nation hear;

And while you found his lofty Praile,
Let humble Mortals bow and fear.