And Æthiopia fpreads abroad the hand
And worships. Her report has travell❜d forth
Into all lands. From ev'ry clime they come
To see thy beauty and to fhare thy joy,
O Sion! an affembly fuch as earth
Saw never, fuch as Heav'n ftoops down to fee.
Thus heav'n-ward all things tend. For all were once
Perfect, and all must be at length restor❜d.
So God has greatly purpos'd; who would elfe
In his dishonor'd works himself endure
Dishonor, and be wrong'd without redress. Hafte then, and wheel away a fhatter'd world, Ye flow-revolving feafons! we would fee, (A fight to which our eyes are ftrangers yet) A world that does not dread and hate his laws, And fuffer for its crime; would learn how fair The creature is that God pronounces good,
How pleasant in itself what pleases him.
Here ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting,
Worms wind themselves into our fweeteft flow'rs,
And ev❜n the joy that haply fome poor heart
Derives from heav'n, pure as the fountain Is fullied in the ftream; taking a taint From touch of human lips, at beft impure. Oh for a world in principle as chafte
As this is grofs and selfish! over which Custom and prejudice shall bear no sway, That govern all things here, fhould'ring afide The meek and modest truth, and forcing her To feek a refuge from the tongue of ftrife In nooks obfcure, far from the ways of men: Where violence fhall never lift the fword, Nor cunning juftify the proud man's wrong, Leaving the poor no remedy but tears: Where he that fills an office, fhall esteem
Th' occafion it prefents of doing good
More than the perquifite: Where law shall speak Seldom, and never but as wisdom prompts And equity; not jealous more to guard A worthlefs form, than to decide aright:
Where fashion shall not fanctify abuse,
Nor fmooth good-breeding (fupplemental grace) With lean performance ape the work of love.
Come then, and, added to thy many crowns, Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth, Thou who alone art worthy! it was thine By antient covenant, ere nature's birth, And thou haft made it thine by purchase fince, And overpaid its value with thy blood.
Thy faints proclaim thee king; and in their hearts
Dipt in the fountain of eternal love.
Thy faints proclaim thee king; and thy delay Gives courage to their foes, who, could they fee The dawn of thy last advent, long-defir'd, Would creep into the bowels of the hills, And flee for fafety to the falling rocks.
The very spirit of the world is tir'd
Of its own taunting question, afk'd fo long,
"Where is the promise of your Lord's approach ?”
The infidel has fhot his bolts away,
'Till his exhaufted quiver yielding none,
He gleans the blunted fhafts that have recoil'd And aims them at the fhield of truth again. The veil is rent, rent too by prieftly hands, That hides divinity from mortal eyes, And all the mysteries to faith propos'd, Infulted and traduc'd, are cast aside
As useless, to the moles and to the bats.
They now are deem'd the faithful, and are prais'd,
Who, conftant only in rejecting thee,
Deny thy Godhead with a martyr's zeal, And quit their office for their error's fake. Blind and in love with darkness? yet ev'n these Worthy, compar'd with fycophants, who knee Thy name, adoring, and then preach thee man. So fares thy church. But how thy church may fare The world takes little thought; who will may preach, And what they will: All pastors are alike
To wand'ring fheep, refolv'd to follow none. Two gods divide them all, Pleasure and Gain:
For these they live, they facrifice to these,
And in their service wage perpetual war
With conscience and with thee. Luft in their hearts,
And mischief in their hands, they roam the earth
To prey upon each other; ftubborn, fierce, High-minded, foaming out their own difgrace. Thy prophets speak of fuch; and, noting down The features of the laft degen'rate times, Exhibit ev'ry lineament of these.
Come then, and added to thy many crowns Receive yet one, as radiant as the rest, Due to thy last and most effectual work, Thy word fulfill'd, the conquest of a world,
He is the happy man, whofe life ev'n now Shows fomewhat of that happier life to come; Who, doom'd to an obfcure but tranquil ftate, Is pleas'd with it, and, were he free to chufe,
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