IV. My faith's confirm'd, nor wou'd I quit V. Nor at the profp'rous finner's ftate No, let them parcel out the earth, HYMN on Heaven. By Mrs. RowE. I. AIL facred Salem plac'd on high! HAL What thought can grafp the boundless blifs! II. Thy crystal tow'rs and palaces Magnificently rife, And dart their beauteous luftre round All th' empyrean skies. III. The voice of triumph in thy ftreets, And acclamations found: Gay banquets in thy fplendid courts, IV. Bright fmiles on ev'ry face appear, From ev'ry mouth glad anthems flow, V. Illuftrious day for ever, there, Streams from thy face divine: No pale-fac'd moon e'er glimmers forth, Nor ftars, nor fun decline. No VI. No fcorching heats, no piercing colds, VII. The flow'rs with lafting beauty fhine, BE HYMN. By Mrs. Rowe, I. EFORE the rofie dawn of day, To thee, my God, I'll fing; Awake my soft and tuneful lyre, Awake each charming string. II. Awake, and let thy flowing ftrain Glide through the mid-night air, While all the glitt'ring ftarry lamps And fet their Maker's greatness forth To thy admiring eye. IV. While watchful angels round the juft In lofty ftrains of grateful praise V. Awake, my foft and tuneful lyre, Before the rofie dawn of day, Thou VI. Thou round the heav'nly arch doft draw A dark and fable veil, And all the beauties of the world From mortal eyes conceal. VII. Again the sky with golden beams And paint with chearful fplendor gay VIII. And as the gloomy night returns, IX. For this I'll midnight vows to thee, FRO HYMN. By Mr. Bow DEN. I. ROM earth's dull joys, and fenfelefs mirth, Affume the grandeur of thy birth,. II. Here's nought, alas! deferves delay, Nor worthy object of thy love. III. Its mines can ne'er thy treas'ry fill, Its fcanty feafts thy hunger kill, Nor all its feas thy thirst afwage. IV. 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee bleft, V. There pureft ftreams of pleasure flow, O there immortal glories ftray, And with immortal youth they're crown'd. VII. There dwells the Sov'reign Lord of all, VIII. No longer then delay thy flight, But mount, O mount, with eager wing! Το HYMN. By Mr. Bow DEN. I. thee, dear God, with eager hafte To thee, the fountain of my life, II. Long have I rang'd the maze of fin, Too long been fond of falfe delights, Ye III. Ye dreams and fhadows now farewel, A nobler profpect chears my fight, IV.. Welcome dear virtue to my foul, V. Thy facred paths I'll fwiftly run, VI. This, Lord, my folemn purpofe is, To crown my labour with fuccefs, HY M N. Whom have I in heaven but Thee, &c. Pfal. 73. 25. By Mrs. Rowe. |