246 LYRIC POEMS. Christ Dying, Rising andReigning. 2 3 HE dies ! the heav'nly Lover dies ! The tidings strike's doleful sound On my poor heart-strings. Deep he lies In the cold caverns of the ground. 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two .J On the dear bosom of your God, He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo, what sudden joys I see ! Jesus the dead revives again. 4. The rising God forsakes the tomb; Upto his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell. 5 How high our great Deliverer reigns : Sing how he apoird the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains. s Say, " Live for ever, wondrous King! Bprnto redeem, and strong to save ." Then ask the monster, " Where's his 6 sting ? [grave ?" And where's thy victory, boasting The God of Thunder. I t) The immense, th' amazing height, The boundless grandeur of our God, Who treads the worlds beneath his feet 7 Andsways the nations with his nod ! 2 He speaks ; and lo, all nature shakes, Heav'n's everlasting pillars bow ; He rendsthecloudswith hideous cracks, And shoots his fiery arrows through. 3 Well, let the nations start and fly At the blue lightning's horrid glare, Atheists and emperors shrink and die, When flame and noise torment the air. 4 Let noise and flameconfound the skies. And drown the spacious realms below, Yet will we singthe Thund'rer's praise, y And send our loud Hosannas through. 5 Celestial King, thy blazing pow'r Kindles our hearts to flaming ,toys ; We shout to hear thy thunders roar, And echo to our Father's voice. 6 Thus shall the God our Saviour come, And lightnings round his chariot play ; Ye lightnings. fly to make him room; 1 Ye glorious storms, prepare his way. The Day of Judgment. AN one. 2 Attempted in English Sapphic. d WIIttN the fierce north wind with his airy forces Rears up the Baltic to a foamingfnry; 3 And the red lightning, with a storm of bail (mines Rushing amain down, How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble ! While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet, Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters Quick to devour them. Stich shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, ¡earthly) (If things eternal may be like, these Such the dire terror when the great arch -angel Shakes the creation. Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heav'n, [princes Breaks up old marble, the repose of See the graves open, and the bones arising, Flames all around 'em ! Hark; the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches (gnish, Livelybright horror, and amazing an- Stare thro' their eye -lids, while the living worm lies - Gnawing within them. Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart - strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance i Rolling afore him. Hopeless immortals! how they scream and shiver While devils push them to the pit wide - yawning Hideous and gloomy to receive them . headlong Down to the centre. Stop here, my fancy': (all away, ye horrid Doleful ideas,) come, arise to Jesus, How he sits God -like ! and the saints around him Thron'd, vet adoring l O may f sit there when he comes tri- h Dooming he nations! then ascend [glory, Whileour hosannas all along the pas- sage Shout the Redeemer. The Song of Angels'above. EARTH hasdetain'dme prisoner long, And I'm grown wear' now My heart,my fiand,myear, mytongue, ,There's nothing here for you. Tir'd in mythoughts I stretch me down, And upward glance mine eyes, Upward, my Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies. There the dear Man my Saviour sits ;. The God, how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds.
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