Senfe far above the reach of mortal verfe
Strains far above the reach of mortal ears,
And all a muse, unglorified, can fancy, or rehearse.

IV.

Nor is this conført only kept above,
Nor is it to the blest alone confin'd;

But earth, and all the faithful here, are join'd,
And strive to vie with them in duty, and in love.
And tho' they cannot equal notes and measures raise,
Strive to return th' imperfect echoes of thy praise.

They, thro' all nations, own thy glorious Name, And, every where, the great Three-one proclaim; Thee, Father of the world, and us, and him,

Who must mankind, whom thou did❜st make, redeem,
Thee, bleffed Saviour, Thee, ador'd, true, only Son,
To man debas'd, to rescue man undone :
And Thee, eternal, holy Power,
Who do'ft, by grace, exalted man restore
To all he loft by the old fall, and fin, before.
You blefs'd and glorious Trinity,

Riddle to baffled knowledge, and philosophy,
Which cannot comprehend the mighty mystery
Of num'rous One, and the unnumber'd Three.
Vaft toplefs pile of wonders! at whofe fight
Reafon it felf turns giddy with the height,
Above the flutt'ring pitch of human wit,

And all, but the strong wings of faith, that eagle's tow'r

V.

Bleft JESU! how fhall we enough adore,

[ing flight:

Or thy unbounded love, or thy unbounded pow'r?

Thou art the Prince of heav'n, thou art the Almighty's

heir,

Thou art th' eternal Offspring of th' eternal Sire:

Hail Thou, the world's Redeemer; whom to free

From bonds of death, and endless mifery,

Thou thought'ft it no disdain to be

Inhabitant of low mortality :

Th' Almighty thought it no difdain

To dwell in the pure virgin's fpotlefs womb,

There did the boundless Godhead, and whole heav'n find
And a small point, the circle of infinity contain. [room,
Hail, Ranfom of mankind, All-great, All good!
Who didst atone us with thy blood,

Thy

Thy felf the off'ring, altar, prieft, and God:
Thy felf didft die, to be our glorious bail,
From death's arrests, and the eternal flaming jail :
Thy felf thou gav'ft th' inestimable price,

To purchase and redeem our mortgag'd heav'n and happiness :

Thither, when thy great work on earth had end,
When death it self was flain and dead,

And hell, with all its powers, captive led,

Thou didst again triumphantly afcend:

There doft thou now, by thy great Father fit on high, With equal glory, equal majefty,

. Joint-ruler of the everlasting monarchy.

VI.

Again, from thence, thou shalt with greater triumph

come,

When the last trumpet founds the genʼral doom: And lo! thou com'ft, and lo! the direful found does make Thro' death's wide realm mortality awake:

And lo! they all appear
At thy dread bar,

And all receive th' unalterable sentence there.
Affrighted nature trembles at the difmal day,
And fhrinks for fear, and vanishes away :
Both that and time breath out their laft, and now they die,
And now are swallow'd up, and loft in vast eternity.
Mercy, O mercy, angry God!

Stop, stop thy flaming wrath, too fierce to be withstood,
And quench it with the deluge of thy blood;
Thy precious blood which was fo freely spilt
To wash us from the stains of fin and guilt:
O write us with it in the book of fate
Amongst thy chofen, and predeftinate,

Free denizens of heaven, of the immortal state.

VII.

Guide us, O Saviour! guide thy church below,,
Both way and ftar, compafs and pilot thou:
Do thou this frail and tott'ring veffel fteer
Thro' life's tempeftuous ocean here,
Thro' all the toffing waves of fear,
And dang'rous rocks of black defpair.

Safe,

Safe, under thee, we shall to the wish'd heav'n move,
And reach the undiscover'd lands of blifs above.
Thus low (behold!) to thy great name we bow,
And thus we ever wish to grow:

Conftant, as time does thy fix'd laws obey,
To thee our worship, and our thanks we pay :
With these, we wake the chearful light,

With these, we sleep, and rest invite :

And thus we spend our breath, and thus we spend our days.

And never cease to fing, and never cease to praise.

VIII.

While thus each breast, and mouth, and
ear,
Are filled with thy praife, and love, and fear,
Let never fin get room, or entrance there :
Vouchfafe, O Lord, thro' this and all our days.
To guard us with thy pow'rful grace:

Within our hearts let no ufurping luft be found,
No rebel paffion tumult raise,

To break thy laws, or break our peace,
But fet thy watch of angels on the place,
And keep the tempter ftill from that forbidden ground..
Ever, O Lord, to us thy mercies grant,
Never, O Lord, let us thy mercies want,
Ne'er want thy favour, bounty, liberality,
But let them ever on us be,

Conftant as our own hope and trust on thee:
On thee, we all our hope and truft repose!
O never leave us to our foes,

Never, O Lord, desert our cause :
Thus aided and upheld by thee,
We'll fear no danger, death, nor misery:
Fearless we thus will stand a falling world

With rushing ruins all about us hurl'd,

And face wide-gaping hell, and all its flighted pow'rs defy.

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PARAPHRASE on Micah vi. 6, 7..

By a young Lady.

I.

Herewith fhall I approach this awful Lord?
What fhall I bring?

What facrifice

Will not fo great a Deity defpife?

Tell me you lofty fpirits that fall down,
The neareft to his throne,

O tell me how,

Or wherewithal fhall I before my own and

Maker bow?

Will Carmel's verdant top afford

No equal offering?

Ten thousand rams: a bounteous prefent 'tis,

your dread

When all the flocks upon a thousand spacious hills are Will streams of fragrant oil his wrath controul?

Or the more precious flood

Of my dear firft-born's blood,

[his.

Compound for all my debts, and make a full atonement for my foul?

II.

If not, great God, what then doft thou require ?
Or what wilt thou deign to accept from me?
All that my own thou giv'ft me leave to call,
I willingly again refign to thee:

My youth, with all its blooming heat,

My mufe, and ev'ry raptur'd thought to thee I dedicate. 'Tis fit the product of that facred fire

Shou'd to its own celestial orb retire,

And all my darling vanities
For thee I'll facrifice :

My fav'rite vice and all,

Among the reft promifcuously fhall fall.

No more the fond beloved fin I'll spare,

Than the great patriarch wou'd have done his heir.
And this, great God, altho' a worthless prize,

Is a fincere, entire, and early facrifice.

The

The CORONET. By Mr. Marvell.

7HEN for the thorns, with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound,

WHEN

My Saviour's head have crown'd,

I feek with garlands to redress that wrong;
Through every garden, every mead,
I gather flow'rs (my fruits are only flow'rs)
Difmantling all the fragrant towers
That once adorn'd my fhepherdefs's head.
And now when I have fum'd
up all my store,
Thinking (fo I myself deceive)
So rich a chaplet thence to weave
As never yet the King of glory wore;
Alas! I find the ferpent old,
Twining in his fpeckled breast,

About the flow'rs difguis'd does fold,
With wreaths of fame and intereft.
Ah, foolish man, that would't debase with them,
And mortal glory, heaven's diadem !
But thou who only could'ft the ferpent tame,
Either his flipp'ry knots at once untye,
And difintangle all his winding fnare;
Or fhatter too with him my curious frame;
And let these wither, fo that he may die,

Tho' fet with skill, and chosen out with care.
That they, while thou on both their spoils doft tread,
May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy head.

PARAPHRASE on Cant. vii. 11. By a young Lady.

Co

I.

OME, thou moft charming object of my love,
What's all this dull fociety to us?

Let's to the peaceful shades and springs remove,
I'm here unealy, tho' I linger thus.

II.

What are the trifles that I leave behind?

I've more than all the valu'd world in thee,

Where