Thy Counsel to fulfil,
And minister thy Grace,
Freely what I receive to give,
The Life of Heav'n on Earth to live.
HAIL, fource of being! universal soul
Of heaven and earth! effentia! prefence, hail!-
To thee I bend the knee; to thee my thoughts,
Continual, climb; who, with a mafter- hand,
Haft the great whole into perfection touch'd.
By thee the various vegetative tribes,
Wrapt in a filmy net, and clad with leaves,
Draw the live æther, and imbibe the dew:
By thee difpos'd into congenial foils,
Stands each attractive plant, and fucks andfwells
The juicy tide; a twining mass of tubes.
At thy command the vernal fun awakes
The torpid fap, detruded to the root
By wint❜ry winds; that now in fluent dance,
And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads
All this innumerous coloured fcene of things.
HYMN CCCLXIV.
SOLDIER of Christ, adieu !
Thy Conflicts here are past;
Thy Lord hath brought thee through,
And giv'n the Crown at last.
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Rejoice to wear the glorious Prize,
Rejoice with God in Paradife,
There all thy Suff' rings ceafe,
There all thy Griefs are o'er;
The Pris'ner is at Peace,
The Mourner weeps no more;
From Man's oppreffive Tyranny
Thou liv'ft, thou liv'ft forever free.
Thou out of great Diftress
To thy Rewardart past:
Triumphant Happiness,
And Joys that always laft:
Thanks be to God who fet thee free,
And gave thee final Victory.
I GIVE Glory to Jefus our Head
With all that incompass his Throne!
A Widow, a Widow indeed,
A Mother in Ifrael is gone!
The Winter of Trouble is past,
The Storms of Affliction are o'er; Her Struggle is ended at laft,
And Sorrow and Death are no more.
a The Soul hath o'er taken her Mate, And caught him again in the Sky; Advanc'd to her happy Eftate,
Where glorifi'd Spirits by Sight
Converfe in their holy Abode,
As Stars in the Firmament bright,
And pure as the Angels of God.
3 Inflam'd with feraphical Love,
Combin'd in a Manner unknown,
Not given in Marriage above,
Or given to Jefus alone:
The juft, who admitted by Grace,
That first Resurrection attain,
With Raptures each other embrace,
And one with the Deity reign.
4 O Heaven! What a Triumph is there,
While all in his Praises agree,
His beautiful Character bear,
And shine with the Glory they fee!
The Glory of God and the Lamb
(While all in the Extasy join)
Darts into their spiritual Frame,
And gives the Enjoyment divine.
5 In loud Hallelujahs they fing,
And Harmony echoes his Praife;
When lo! the celestial King,
Pours out the full Light of his Face.
The Joy neither Angel nor Saint,
Can bear fo ineffably great,
But lo! the whole Company faint,
And Heaven is found at his Feet!
OW fhall I then attempt to fing of him! Who, light himself, in uncreated light Invested deep, dwells awfully retir'd From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken; Whose single smile has, from the first of time, Fill'd, overflowing, all thofe lamps of heaven, That beam forever thro' the boundless sky: But fhould he hide his face, th' astonish'd fun, And all the extinguish'd stars, would loofening reel
Wide from their spheres, and chaos come again!
I HAIL, Jefus; hail, our great High-Priest, Enter'd into thy glorious Reft,
That holy blissful Place above!
The Conqueft thou haft more than gain'd,
The heavenly Happiness obtain❜d,
For all that truft thy dying Love.
2 The Blood of Goats and Bullocks flain Could never purge our guilty Stain, Could never for our Sins atone:
But thou thine own moft precious Blood
Haft fpilt, to quench the Wrath of God,
Haft fav'd us by thy Blood alone.
3 Shed on the Altar of thy Crofs,
Thy Blood to God presented was,
Thro' the eternal Spirit's Pow'r:
Thou didst a fpotleis Victim bleed,
That we from Sin and Suff'ring freed
Might live to God and fin no more.
4 Thankful we now the Earnest take,
The Pledge, thou wilt at last come back
And openly thy Servants own;
To us, who long to see thee here,
Thou shalt a fecond Time appear,
And bear us to thy glorious Throne.
HYMN CCCLXVIII.
YE virgin Souls arise,
With all the Dead awake!
Unto Salvation wife,
Oil in your Veffels take:
Upstarting at the midnight Cry,
Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh.
He comes, he comes to call
The Nations to his Bar
And raife to Glory all
Who fit for Glory are;
Made ready for your full Reward,
Go forth with Joy to meet your
Go meet him in the Sky,
Your everlasting Friend;
Your Head to glorify,
With all his Saints afcend:
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