418 MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHTS. Then shall it better serve my soul In works of praise and worlds un- known. ODE II. The Departing Montent: Or, absent -from the Body. t ABSENT from flesh! O blissful thought; What unknown joys this,moment brings ! Freed from the mischiefs sin bath wrought, Froln pains, and tears, and all their springs. 2 Absent from flesh! Illustrious day ! Surprising scene! triumphant stroke, That rends the prison of my clay, And I canfeel my fetters broke! 3 Absent from flesh! Then rise, my soul, Where feet or wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'nswhere planets roll, Measuring the cares and joys of time. 4 I go where God and glory shine: His presence makes eternal day. My all that's mortal I resign, For Uriel waits and points my way. ODE III. Entrance into Paradise: Or, present with the Lord. 1 AND is this heav'n ? And am I there? How short the road! how swift the flight! I am all life, all eye, all ear; is here, my soul's delight. 2 Is this the heav'nly Friend who hung In blood and anguish on the tree, Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sungg Who dy 'd for them, who dy'd for me? 3 How fair thou offspring of my God! Thou first-born imageof his face ! Thy death procue'd this blest abode, Thy vital beams adorn the place. 4 Lo, he presents meat the throne All spotless; there the godhead reigns Sublime and peaceful thro' the Son: Awake, my voice, in heav'nly strains. ODE IV. The light of God in Heaven. 1 CREATOR -GOD, eternal light, Fountain of good, tremendous power, Ocean of wonders, blissful sight! Beauty and love unknown before! 2 Thy grace, thy nature, all unknown In yon dark region whence I came; Where languid glimpses from thy throne And feeble whispers teach thy name. 3 I'm in a world where all is new; Myself,my God ; O blest amaze! Not my best hopes or wishes knew To form a shadow of this grace. 4 Fix'd on my God, my heart, adore My restless thoughts, forbear to rove Ye meaner passions, stir no more ; But all my powers be joy and love. ODE V. A Funeral Ode at the Interment of the Body, supposed to be sung by the Mourners. 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust. 2' Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds. No mortal. woes Can reach the lovely sleeper here, And angels Watch her soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept, God's dying Son Past through the grave, and blest the bed. Rest here; fair Saint; till from his throne The morning break and pierce the shade. 4 Break frani his throne, illustrious morn ; Attend, O earth, his sov'reign word ; Restore thy trust, a glorious form ; She mustascend tomeet her Lord: LIX: Divine Conduct disputed and justified. WHEN we meet with any thing in the conduct of men which appears strange and unaccountable to us, if at the same time it seems to carry in it the aspect of something low and tri-
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