Now mourn, and if fad share with us to bear He who with all heav'n's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin His infancy to feise! O more exceeding love, or law more just? Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above And that great covenant which we still transgress And the full wrath befide Ofvengeful justice bore for our excess, And feals obedience first with wounding smart Huge pangs and ftrong Will pierce more near his heart. 1 LY envious time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whofe fpeed is but the heavy plummet's pace; And glut thyfelf with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross; So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou haft intomb'd, And joy fhall overtake us as a flood, With truth, and peace, and love,fhall ever shine Of him, t'whofe happy-making fight alone When once ourheav'nly-guided foul fhall clime, Then all this earthly groffnefs quit, Attir'd with stars, we fhall for ever fit, Triumphing over death, and chance, and thee, O time. HYMN XCI. YE Tribes of Adam, join With Heav'n, and Earth, and Seas; And offer Notes divine To your Creator's Praise. Ye 2 3 4 5 Ye holy Throng of Angels bright, The fhining Worlds above He fpake the Word, and all their Frame Ye Mountains near the Skies, And Trees of humbler Size, That Fruit in Plenty bear : Beaftswild andtame, Birds,Flies, and Worms, In various Forms exalt his Name, Virgins and Youth, engage To found his Praise divine, 6 Let all the Nations fear The God that rules above; And And makes them tafte his Love: HYMN XCII. I PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal Choir! that fill the Realms above; Praise him who form'd you of his Fire 2 Shine to his Praise, ye chryftal Skies, Or veil in Shades your thousand Eyes, 3 Thou reftlefs Globe of golden Light, For when his Chariot is a Cloud, 5 Shout to the Lord, ye furging Seas, Let Wave to Wave refound his Praise, 6 Thunder and Hail, and Fires, and Storms, the Troops of his Command, 7 Appear in all your dreadful Forms, Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pines, Sweet Sweet Clufters, bend the fruitful Vines 8 Thus while the meaner Creatures fing, 1 HYMN XCIII. GOD of my Life, through all its Days, 2 When anxious Cares would break my Reft, 5 Soon fhall I learn th' exalted Strains, Which echo through the heav'nly Plains; And emulate with Joy unknown, The glowing Seraphs round thy Throne. HYMN |