'II 258 LYRIC POEMS. My soul all melts at that dear voice, And pleasure shoots thro' ev'ry part. 5 If he withdraw a moment's space, He leaves a sacred pledge behind. ; Here in this breast his image stays, The grief and comfort of my mind. 6 While of his absence I complain, And Long, and weep as lovers do, There's a strange pleasure in the pain -And tearshave their own sweetness too' 7 When round his courts by day I rove, Or ask the watchmen of the night For some kind tidings of my love, His very name creates delight. 8 Jesus my God; yet rather come; Mine eyes would dwell upon thy face ; 'Tis best to see my Lord at home, And feel the presence of his grace. The Absence of Christ. 1 COME lead me to some lofty shade Where turtles moan their loves; Tall shadows were for lovers made ; And grief become; the groves. 2 'Tis no mean beauty of the ground That has inslav'd mine eyes; I faint beneath a nobler wound, Nor love below the skies: 3 Jesus, the spring of all that's bright, The everlasting fair, Heav'n's ornament,and heav'n's de- Is my eternal care. [light, 4 But ah ! bow far above this grove Does the bright charmer dwell ! Absence, thou keenest wound to love, That sharpest pain, I feel. 5 Pensive I.climb the sacred hills, And near him vent my woes ; Yet his sweet face he still conceals, Yet still my passion grows. 6 I murmur to the hollow vale, I tell the rocks my flame, And bless the echo in her cell That best repeats his name. 7 My passion breathes perpetual sighs, Till pitying winds shall hear, And gently hear them up the skies, And gently wound his ear. Desiring his Descent to Earth. 1 JESUS, I love. Come, dearest name, Come and possess this heart of mine; I love, the 'tis a fainter flame, And infinitely less than thine. 2 O ! if my Lord wouhl leave the skies, Drest in the rays of mildest grace, My soul should hasten to my eyes, To inset thepleasures of his face. 3 How would I feast on all his charms, Then round bis lovely feet entwine ! Worship and love in all their forms, Should honour beauty so divine, 4 In vain the tempter's(tatt'ring tongue, The world invain should bid memove, In vain ; for I should gaze so long Till I were all transform'd to love. 5 Then, mighty God, I'd sing and say, " What empty names are crowns and kings ! Amongst 'em give these worlds away, These little despicable things." 6 I would not ask to climb the sky, Nor envy angels their abode, I have a heav'n as bright and high In the blest vision of my God. Ascending to him in Heaven. 1 'TISpure delight, without alloy, Jesus, to hear thy name, My spirit leaps with inward joy, , I feel the sacred flame. 2 My passions bold a pleasing reign, While love inspires my breast; Love, the divinest of the train, The sov'reign of the rest. 3 This is the grace most live and sing, When faith and fear shall cease, Must sound from ev'ry joyful string, Theo' the sweet groves of bliss. 4 Let life immortal seize my clay ; Let love refine my blood Her flames can bear my soul away, Can bring me near my God. 5 Swift I ascend the heav'nly place, And hasten to my home; I leap to meet thy kind embrace.; I come, O Lord, I come. , 6 Sink down, ye separating hills, Let guilt and death remove, 'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels, And death must yield to love. The Presence of God worth dying for; Or, The Death of Moses. 11 LORD, 'tis an infinite delight To see thy lovely face, To dwell whole ages in thy sight, And feel thy vital rays. 2 ThisGabriel knows ; andsings thy name With rapture on bis tongue ; Moses the saint enjoys the same, And heav'n repeats the song. 3 While the bright nation sounds thy From each eternal hill, [praise Sweet odours of exhaling grace The happy region fill. 4 Thy love, a sea without a shore, Spreads life and joy abroad: O 'tis a heav'n worth dying for To see asmiling God! 5 Skew me thy face, and I'll away From all inferior things s 'Speak, Lord, and here I quit my. clay, } And stretch my airy wings..
RkJQdWJsaXNoZXIy OTcyMjk=