THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL..
VITAL fpark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
Oh the pain, the blifs of dying!
Ceafe, fond Nature, cease thy firife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whifper; angels fay,
Sifter fpirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight,
Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath!
Tell me, my foul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it difappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With founds feraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy fting?