Enflame their minds with holy zeal Their flocks to feed and teach; And let them live, and let them feel The sacred truths they preach. 133. Mortality. FOTHERINGAY. SOY'REIGN of life, before thine eye, Lo! mortal men by thousands die: One glance from thee, at once brings down The proudest brow that wears a crown. Banish'd at once from human sight, To the dark grave's unchanging night; Imprison'd in that dusty bed, We hide our solitary head. The friendly band no more shall greet Accents familiar once, and sweet; No more the well-known features trace, No more renew the fond embrace. Yet if our Father's faithful hand Conduct us through this gloomy land, Our souls with pleasure shall obey, And follow where he leads the way. He, nobler friends than here we leave, In brighter, surer worlds can give; Or, by the beamings of his eye, A lost creation well supply. 134. Happy dying. PROSPECT. DE EATH cannot make my soul afraid, Soft is the passage through the shade, Jesus, the vision of thy face Hath overpow'ring charms; Then whilst I feel my heart-strings break, Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, 135. The dying Christian. POPE'S ODE. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame, Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Hark, they whisper! angels say, With sounds seraphic ring: O death, where is thy sting! 136. The Last Judgment. LEONI. . HARK! hark! the trumpet's sound ! Awakes the sleeping dead, They lift their head: Of ev'ry land and tongue; Both old and young. Prodigious mountains fall, Tremendous all: Burns with a dreadful roar, From shore to shore, But see the Judge descend, In solemn pomp array'd; To judge the dead: Stand at his righteous bar; Their doom to hear. up their face With boldness to the throne, Rejoicing in the wond'rous grace Which led them on While in a world of pain; Second Part. When Jesus turns his face, And wond'rous grace, To take the glorious crown; With him sit down. Who pale and trembling stand, His mild command: With countenance severe; And words like thunder loud, The sinful croud, To everlasting fire, But ne'er expire; Ye chose to serve my foe, Of wrath below.” Before the awful bar? Of judgment near! And praise the God of love, To heay'n aboye! END OF THE SUPPLEMENT, |