6 Hail with effential Glory crown'd
When time shall cease to be,
Thron'd with the Father thro' the Round
Of whole Eternity!
Hymn to God the Holy-Ghost.
Ail, Holy-Ghoft, Fehovah, Third
In order of the Three;
Sprung from the Father and the Word
From all Eternity.
2 Thy Spirit brooding o'er th' Abyss
Of firmless Waters lay,
Spoke into Order all that is,
And Darkness into Day.
3 In deepest Hell or Heavens height
Thy Presence who can fly?
Known is the Father to thy Sight,
Th' Abyss of Deity.
4 Thy Power thro' Fefus's Life display'd
Quite from the Virgin's Womb,
Dying his Soul an offering made,
And rais'd him from the Tomb.
5 God's Image which our Sins destroy
Thy Grace restores below.
And Truth and Holinefs and Joy
From thee, their Fountain, flow.
6 Hail, Holy Ghoft, Fehovah, third
In order of the Three,
Sprung from the Father and the Word
From all Eternity.
Hymn to the Trinity.
Ail, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
Be endless Praise to thee!
Supreme, effential One, ador'd
In Co-eternal Three.
2 Inthron'd in everlasting State
E'er Time its Round began,
Who join'd in Council to create
The Dignity of Man.
3 To whom Ifaiah's Vision fhew'd
The Seraphs veil their Wings,
While thee, Fehovah, Lord and God
Th' angelick Army fings.
4 To thee by Myftick Powers on high
Were humble Praises given,
When John beheld with favour'd Eye
Th' Inhabitants of Heaven.
5 All that the Name of Creature owns
To thee in Hymns aspire:
May we as Angels on our Thrones
For ever join the Choir !
6 Hail, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!
Be endless Praise to thee;
Supreme, effential One, ador'd
In Co-eternal Three;
Ife, o my Soul and leave the Ground,
Stretch all thy Thoughts abroad,
And rouse up every tuneful Sound
To praise th' eternal God.
2 Long e'er the lofty Skies were spread
Fehovah fill'd his Throne ;
E'er Adam form'd or Angels made
The Maker liv'd alone.
3 Thy boundless Years can ne'er decrease,
But ftill maintain their Prime,
Eternity's thy dwelling place,
And Ever is thy time.
4 While like a Tide our Minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal Now
And fees our Ages wast.
5 The Sea and Sky must perish too
And vast destruction come;
The Creatures, look how old they grow! And wait their fiery doom.
6 Well, let the Sea waft all away,
And Flame melt down the Skies, My God shall live an endless Day, When th' old Creation dies.
From the German.
God, thou bottomless Abyss,
Thee to perfection who can know?
O Height immenfe! What Words fuffice
Thy countless Attributes to fhew!
Unfathomable Depths thou art!
I plunge me in thy Mercies Sea;
Void of true Wisdom is my Heart:
With love embrace and cover me.
While thee, All-infinite, I set
Before my ravish'd Eye,
My weakness bends beneath the Weight:
I fink, I faint, I die!
2 Eternity thy Fountain was,
Which like thee, no beginning knew;
Thou waft e'er Time began his Race,
E'er glow'd with Stars th' eternal Blew.
Greatness unspeakable is thine
Greatness whose undiminish'd Ray
When short-liv'd Worlds are lost, shall shine,
When Earth and Heaven are fled away.
Unchangeable, all perfect Lord,
Of Life the boundless Sea,
What lives and moves, lives by thy Word
What is, is all from thee!
3 Thy Parent Hand, thy forming Skill
Firm fixt this universal Chain:
Elfe empty, barren darkness still
Had held his unmolested Reign.
Whate'er in Earth, or Sea, or Sky
Or fhuns or meets the wandring Thought
Escapes or strikes the searching Eye,
By thee was to perfection brought.
High is thy Power above all Height:
Whate'er thou will'ft is done:
Thy Wifdom equal to thy Might
Only to thee is known.
4 Heaven's Glory is thy awful Throne,
Yet Earth partakes thy gracious Sway;
Vain Man! Thy Wisdom, Folly own:
Loft is thy Reason's feeble Ray.
What his dim Eye cou'd never fee
Is plain and naked to thy Sight;
What thickest Darkness veil's, to thee
Shines clearly as the Morning Light.
In Light thou dwell'ft: Light that no shade
No changes ever knew:
And Heaven above and Hell beneath
Are open to thy View.
5 Thou, true and only God, lead'st forth
Th' immortal Armies of the Sky:
Thou laugh'ft to fcorn the Gods of Earth;
Thou thunder'ft, and amaz'd they fly.
With down caft Eye th' angelic Choir
Appear before thy awful Face,
Trembling they strike the golden Lyre
And thro' Heav'ns Vault refound thy Praise.
In Earth, Air, Skies, in all thou art:
Creation feels thy Nod,
Whose Hand impreft on every Part
The Image of its God.
6 Thine, Lord, is Wisdom, thine alone;
Justice and Truth before thee stand:
Yet nearer to thy facred Throne
Mercy withholds thy lifted Hand.
Each Evening fhews thy tender Love,
Each rifing Morn thy plenteous Grace;
Thy waken'd Wrath doth flowly move,
Thy willing Mercy flies a Pace.
Father, to thy indulgent Care
This Light, this Breath we owe :
And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, great Fountain, flow.
7 Parent of Good, thy bounteous Hand
Inceffant Bleffings down diftills,
And all in Air, or Sea, or Land
With plenteous Food and Gladness fills.
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