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• Mean time, the lambent prodigies on high
Take gamesome measures in the sky;
In chorus to th' enormous harmony;
And their each nimble turn, and radiant embassy.
• The moon turns paler at the sight,
And all the blazing orbs deny their light;
They show the hideous leaps on either hand
And there erects her royal stand, In seven-fold winding jet her conscious temples bound.
XI. • The stars next starting from their spheres
In giddy revolutions leap and bound. Whilst this with double fury glares,
And meditates new wars,
And wheels in sportive gyres around,
The general ruin shall increase,
And banish all the votaries of peace. No more the stars, with paler beams, Shall tremble o'er the midnight streams, But travel downward to behold,
What mimics 'em so twinkling there ;
And like Narcissus as they gain more near,
And agonize in warm desire,
• Whilst the world burns, and all the orbs below
In their viperous ruins glow,
Which fall abrupt, and tell their torment in the noise. Then see th' Almighty Judge, sedate and bright,
Cloth'd in imperial robes of light,
His wings the winds, rough storms the chariot bear, And nimbler harbingers before him fly,
And with officious rudeness brush the air,
In horrid sport, with one another vie,
Then urging, to their ranks they close,
• The mighty Judge rides in tempestuous state, Whilst menial guards of fame his orders wait;
His waving vestments shine, Bright as the sun, which lately did its beams resign, And burnish'd wreaths of light shall make his form
divine; Strong beams of majesty around his temples play, And the transcendent gaiety of his face allay.
His Father's reverend characters he'll wear, And both o'erwhelm with light, and over-awe with fear. Myriads of angels shall be there,
And I, perhaps, close the tremendous rear. Angels, the first and fairest sons of day, Clad with eternal youth, and as their vestments gay.
Nor for magnificence alone,
To brighten and enlarge the pageant scene;
And swell the lustre of his pompous train;
As he admits to joy, or bids to pain.
The welcome news, Thro' ev'ry angel's breast, fresh raptures shall diffuse.
The day is come, When Satan with his pow'rs shall sink to endless doom;
No more shall we his hostile troops pursue, From cloud to cloud, nor the long fight renew.
* Then Raphael, big with life, the trump shall sound;
Than when, from Sinai's hill,
Th’ Almighty spoke.
And hallelujahs fill the crowd,
XVII. • From its long sleep, all human race shall rise ; And see the morn, and Judge advancing in the skies.
To their long tenements the souls return, Whilst down the steep of Heav'n, as swift the Judge
descends. These look illustrious bright, no more to mourn, Whilst, see! distracted looks yon stalking shades attend. The saints no more shall conflict on the deep, Nor rugged waves insult the lab'ring ship; But from the wreck in triumph they arise, And borne to bliss, shall tread empyreal skies.
Unutter'd or exprest;
That trembles in the breast.
The falling of a tear;
When none but God is near.
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
The Christian's native air;
He enters heaven by prayer.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
And say, 'Behold he prays.'
In word, and deed, and mind,
Their fellowship they find.
The Holy Spirit pleads ;
For sinners intercedes.
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
Lord, teach us how to pray.
CAMERONIAN MIDNIGHT HYMN.
(HOGG.] Oh! thou that dwellest in the heavens so high, Beyond yon star, within yon sky, Where the dazzling fields need no other light, Nor the sun by day, nor the moon by night, Though shining millions around thee stand, For the sake of Him at thy right hand, Oh! think on the souls he died for here, Thus wandering in darkness, in doubt, and fear. The powers of darkness are all abroad, They own no Saviour, and they fear no God; And we are trembling in dumb dismay, Oh! turn not thou thy face away.