:

Here think the linking fun defcends apace, And, from thy firft attempt, my fancy cease; Here bid the ruddy shepherd quit the plain, And to the fold return his flocks again. Go, left the lion, or the flagged bear, Thy tender lambs with favage hunger tear; Though neither bear nor lion match thy might, When in their rage they stood reveal'd to fight; Go, left thy wanton fheep returning home, Should, as they pals, through doubtful darkness

roam.

Go, raddy youth, to Bethlem turn thy way,
On Bethlem's road conclude the parting day.

Methinks he goes as twilight leads the night,
And fees the crefcent rife with filver light;
His words confider all the sparkling show
With which the stars in golden order glow.
And what is man, he cries, that thus thy kind,
Thy wondrous love, has lodg'd him in thy
mind?

For him they glitter, him the beasts of prey,
That scare my fheep, and these my fheep obey.
O Lord, our Lord, with how deferv'd a fame,
Does earth record the glories of thy name!
Then, as he thus devoutly walks along,
And finds the road has finish'd with the fong,
He fings, with lifted hands and lifted eyes,
Be this, my God, an evening facrifice.

But now, the lowly dales, the trembling groves,
O'er which the whisper'd breeze ferenely roves,
Leave all the coarfe of working fancy clear,
Or only grace another fubject here;
For in my purpose new designs arise,
Whole brightening images engage mine eyes.
Then here, my verfe, thy louder accents raife,
Thy theme through lofty paths of glory trace;
Call forth his honours in imperial throngs,
And ftrive to touch his more exalted fongs.

While yet in humble vales his harp he ftrung, While yet he follow'd after ewes with young, Eternal Wisdom chofe him for his own, And from the flock andvanc'd him to the throne; That there his upright heart, and prudent hand, With more diftinguifh'd fkill, and high command, Might act the fhepherd in a noble sphere, And take his nation into regal care. He could of mercy then, and juftice fing, Thofe radiant virtues that adorn a king,

That make his reign blaze forth with bright re

nown,

Beyond thofe gems whose splendour decks a crown:
That fixing peace, by temper'd love and fear,
Make plains abound, and barren mountains bare.
To thee, to whom these attributes belong,
To thee, my God, he cry'd, I send my song;
To thee, from whom my regal glory came,
I fing the forms in which my court I frame;
Aflift the models of imperfect skill,
O come, with façred aid, and fix my will.
A wife behaviour in my private ways,
And all my foul difpos'd to public peace,
Shall daily ftrive to let my fubjects fee
A perfect pattern how to live, in me.
Still will I think, as ftill my glories rife,
To fet no wicked thing before mine eyes,

Nor will I choose the favourites of ftate,
Among those men that have incurr'd thine hate,
Whofe vice but makes them scandalously great;
'fis time that all, whose froward rage of heart
Would vex my realm, fhall from my realm depart;
'Tis time that all, whofe private flandering lie
Leads judgment falfely, fhall by judgment die.
And time the great, who loofe the reins to pride,
Shall with neglect and fcorn be laid aside;
But o'er the tracts that my commands obey,
I'll fend my light, with sharp difarming ray,
Through dark retreats, where humble minds
abide,
[hide;

Through fhades of peace, where modeft tempers
To find the good that may fupport my state,
And, having found them, then to make them great.
My voice fhall raise them from the lonely cell,
With me to govern, and with me to dwell.
My voice fhall flattery and deceit difgrace,
And in their room exulted virtue place;
That, with an early care, and ftedfaft hand,
The wicked perifa from the faithful land.

When on the throne he fate in calm repose,
And with a royal hope his offspring rofe,
His prayers, anticipating time, reveal
Their deep concernment for the public weal;
Upon a good forecasted thought they run,
For common blessings in the king begun :
For righteousness and judgment strictly fair,
Which from the king defcends upon his heir.
So when his life and all his labour cease,
The reign fucceeding, brings fucceeding peace;
So fill the poor fhall find impartial laws,
And orphans ftill a guardian of their caufe:
And stern oppreflion have its galling yoke,
And rabid teeth of prey, to pieces broke.
Then, wondering at the glories of his way,
His friends fall love, his daunted foes obey;
For peaceful commerce neighbouring kings apply.
And with great prefents court the grand ally.
For him rich gums thall fweet Arabia bear,
For him rich Sheba mines of gold prepare;
Him Tharfis, him the foreign idles fhall greet,
And every nation bend beneath his feet.
And thus his honours far-extended grow,
The type of great Meffiah's reign below.

But worldly realms, that in his accents fhine, Are left beneath the full-advanc'd design; When thoughts of empire in the mind increase O'er all the limits that determine place, If thus the monarch's rifing fancy move Ta fearch for more unbounded realms above, In which celeftial courts the king maintains, And q'er the vast extent of nature reigns; He then describes, in elevated words, His Ifrael's fhepherd, as the Lord of Lords. How bright between the cherubims he fits, What dazzling luftre all his throne emits; How righteoufnefs, with judgment join'd, fup

port

The regal feat, and dignify the court;
How fairest honour, and majestic state,
The prefence grace, and strength the beauty wait
What glittering minifters around him stand,
To fly like winds, or flames, at his command.

How fure the beams, on which his palace rife,
Are fet in waters, rais'd above the skies;
How wide the fkies, like outfpread curtains, fly
To veil majestic light from human eye;
Or form'd the wide-expanded vaults above,
Where ftorms are bounded, though they feem to

rove;

Where fire, and hail, and vapour, fo fulfil
The wife intentions of their Maker's will;
How well 'tis feen the great eternal mind
Rides on the clouds, and walks upon the wind.
O, wondrous Lord! how bright thy glories
fhine

The heavens declare, for what they boaft is thine;
And yon blue tract, enrich'd with orbs of light,
In all its handy-work difplays thy might.

Again the monarch touch'd another strain, Another province claim'd his verfe again, Where goodness infinite has fix'd a sway,

Whofe outstretch'd limits are the bounds of day.

Beneath this empire of extended air,

Yet ftill in reach of Providence's care,

God plac'd the rounded earth with ftedfaft hand,
And bid the bafis ever firmly stand:
He bid the mountains from confufion's heaps
Exalt their fummits, and affume their fhapes.
He bid the waters like a garment fpread,
To form large feas, and, as he fpake, they fled.
His voice, his thunder, made the waves obey.
And forward haften, till they form'd the fea ;
Then, left with lawless rage the furges roar,
He mark'd their bounds, and girt them in with
fhore,
[fteal
He fill'd the land with brooks, that trembling
Through winding hills, along the flowery vale;
To which the beafts, that graze the vale, retreat
For cool refreshings in the fummer's heat;
While, perch'd in leaves upon the tender Iprays,
The birds around their finging voices raife,
He makes the vapours, which he taught to fly,
Forfake the chambers of the clouds on high,
And golden harveft, rich with ears of grain
And fpiry blades of grafs, adorn the plain;
And grapes luxuriant cheer the foul with wine,
And ointment fhed, to make the visage shine.
Through trunks of trees fermenting fap proceeds,
To feed, and tinge the living boughs it feeds.
So fhoots the fir, where airy ftorks abide,
So cedar, Lebanon's afpiring pride,
Whose birds, by God's appointment, in their nest,
With green furrounded, lie fecure' of reft;
Where fmall increase the barren mountains give,
There kines, adapted to the feeding, live;
There flocks of goats in healthy pastures browse,
And, in their rocky entrails, rabbits house.
Where forefts, thick with fhrubs, entangled ftand,
Untrod the roads, and defolate the land,
There clofe in coverts hide the beafts of prey,
Till heavy darkness creeps upon the day,
Then roar with hunger's voice, and range abroad,
And, in their method, feck their meat from God;
And, when the dawning edge of eastern air
Begins to purple, to their dens repair.
Man, next fucceeding, from the fweet repofe
Of downy beds, to work appointed goes.

When first the morning fees the rising fun,
He fees their labours both at once begun;
And, night returning with its ftarry train,
Perceives their labours done at once again.
O! manifold in works fupremely wife,
How well thy gracious store the world fupplies!
How all thy creatures on thy goodness call,
And that beftows a due fupport for all!
When from an open hand thy favours flow,
Rich bounty froops to visit us below;
When from thy hand no more thy favours ftream,
Back to the duft we turn, from whence we

came;

And when thy spirit gives the vițal heát,
A fure fucceffion keeps the kinds complete;
The propagated feeds their forms retain,
And all the face of earth's renew'd again.

Thus, as you've feen th' effect reveal the caufe,
Is Nature's Ruler known in Nature's laws;

Thus ftill his power is o'er the world display'd,
And still rejoices in the world he made.
The Lord he reigns, the King of kings is king;
Let nations praife, and praises learn to fing.

My verfes here may change their style again,
And trace the Pfalmift in another ftrain;
Where all his foul the foldier's fpirit warms,
And to the mufic fits the found of arms;
Where brave diforder does in numbers dwell,
And artful number fpeaks diforder well.
Arife, my genius, and attempt the praile
Of dreaded power, and perilous effays;
And where his accents are too nobly great,
Like diftant echoes, give the faint repeat:
For who, like him, with enterprifing pen,
Can paint the Lord of hofts in wrath with mep?
Or with juft images of tuneful lay,

Set all his terrors in their fierce array?
He comes! The tumult of difcording spheres,
The quivering fhocks of earth confefs their fears;
Thick fmoke precede, and blasts of angry breath,
That kindle dread devouring flames of death.
He comes the firmament, with difmal night,
Bows down, and feems to fall upon the light:
The darkling mifts enwrap his head around,
The waters deluge, and the tempefts found;
While on the cherub's purple wings he flies,
And plants his black pavilion in the fkies.
He comes! the clouds remove; the rattling hail,
Defcending, bounds, and scatters o'er the vale :
His voice is heard, his thunder fpeaks his ire,
His lightning blafts with blue fulphureous fire;
His brandifh'd bolts with fwift commiffion go,
To punish man's rebellious acts below.
His ftern rebukes lay deepest ocean bare,
And folid earth, by wide eruption, tear.
Then glares the naked gulf with difmal ray,
And then the dark foundations fee the day:
O God! let mercy this thy war affuage:
Alas! no mortal can fuftain thy rage.
While I but strive the dire effects to tell,
And on another's words attentive dwell,
Confuling paffions in my bofom roll,

And all in tunault work the troubled foul: Remorse with pity, fear with forrow blend, And I but ftrive in vain; my verse, descend,

To lefs afpiring paths direct thy flight,

might;

While I to fecond agents tune the strings,
And Ifrael's warrior Ifrael's battles fings;
Great warrior he, and great to fing of war,
Whofe lines (if ever lincs prevail'd so far)
Might pitch the tents, conipofe the ranks anew,
To combat found, and bring the toil to view.
O nation most fecurely rais'd in name,
Whofe fair records he wrote for endless fame;
O nation oft victorious o'er thy foes,

At once thy conquefts, and thy thanks he fhows;
For thus he fung the realms that must be thine,
And made thee thus confefs an aid divine.
When mercy look'd, the waves perceiv'd its sway,
And Ifrael pafs'd the deep divided sea.
When Mercy fpake it, haughty Pharaoh's hoft,
And haughty Pharaoh, by the waves were toft.
When Mercy led us through the desert fand,
We reach'd the borders of the promis'd land:
Then all the kings their gather'd armies brought,
And all those kings by Mercy's help we fought:
There, with their monarch, Amor's people bleed,
For God was gracious, and the tribes fucceed.
There monftrous Ogg was fell'd on Bafan's plain,
For God was gracious to the tribes again.
At length their yoke the realms of Canaan feel,
And Ifrael fings that God is gracious ftill.

Nor has the warlike prince alone inroll'd
The wondrous feats their fathers did of old ;
His own emblazon'd acts adorn his lays,
These too may challenge juft returns of praife.
My God! he cries, my furest rock of might,
My truft in dangers, and my fhield in fight;
Thy matchlefs bounties I with gladness own,
Nor find affiftance but from thee alone:
Thy ftrength is armour, and my path fuccefs,
No power like thee can thus fecurely blefs.
When troops united would arreft my course,
break their files, and through their order force;
When in their towns they keep, my fiege I form,
And leap the battlements, and lead the storm;
And when in camps abroad intrench'd they lie,
As fwift as hinds in chace I bound on high;
My ftrenuous arms thou teachest how to kill,
And fnap in funder temper'd bows of fteel;
My moving footsteps are enlarg'd by thee,
And kept from fnares of planned ambuth free;
And when my foes forfake the field of fight,
Then, flufb'd with conqueft, I pursue their flight;
In vain their fears, that almost reach despair,
The trembling wretches from mine anger bear;
As swift as fear brifk warmth of conquelt goes,
And at my feet dejects the wounded foes ;
For help they call, but find their helper's gone,
For God's against then, and I drive them on
As whirling duft in airy tumult fly,
Before the tempeft that involves the sky.
And, in my rage's unavoided fway,
1 tread their necks like abject heaps of clay.
The warrior thus in fong his deeds exprefs'd,
Nor vainly boafted what he but confefs'd;
While warlike actions were proclaim'd abroad,
That all their praises should refer to God.

From private valour he converts his lays,
For yet the public claim'd attempts of praife;
And public conquefts where they jointly fought,
Thus ftand recorded by reflecting thought;
God fent his Samuel from his holy feat
To bear the promise of my future ftate,
And I, rejoicing, fee the tribes fulfil
The promis'd purpose of almighty will;
Subjected Sichem, fweet Samaria's plain,
And Succoth's valleys, have confefs'd my reign;
Remoter Gilead's hilly tracts obey,

Manasseh's parted fands accept my fway; [mine,
Strong Ephraim's fons and Ephraim's ports are
And mine the throne of princely Judah's line;
Then fince my people with my standard go,
To bring the strength of adverse empire low,
Let Moab's foil, to vile fubjection brought,
With groans declare how well our ranks have
fought;

Let vanquish'd Edom bow its humbled head,
And tell how pompous on its pride I tread;
And now, Philiftia, with thy conquering host,
Dismay'd and broke, of conquer'd Ifrael boaft;
But if a Seer or Rabbah yet remain

On Johemaan's hill, or Amon's plain,
Lead forth our armies, Lord, regard our pray'r;
Lead, Lord of battles, and we'll conquer therc.
As this the warrior spake, his heart arose,
And thus, with grateful turn, perform'd the close:
Though men to nien their best affistance lend,
Yet men alone will but in vain befriend;
Through God we work exploits of high renown,
'Tis God that treads our great opposers down.

Hear now the praife of well-difputed fields,
The best return victorious honour yields;
'Tis common good reftor'd, when lovely Peace
Is join'd with righteousness in strict embrace;
Hear, all ye victors, what your fword fecures,
Hear, all ye nations; for the cause is yours;
And when the joyful trumpets loudly found,
When groaning captives in their ranks are bound,
When pillars lift the bloody plumes in air,
And broken fhafts and batter'd armour bear;
When painted arches acts of war relate,
When flow proceffion's pomps augment the state;
When fame relates their worth among the throng,
Thus take from David their triumphant fong:
Oh, clap your hands together! oh, rejoice
In God with melody's exalted voice;
Your facred pfalmi within his dwelling raife,
And, for a pure oblation, offer praise;
For the rich goodness plentifully shows
He profpers our defign upon our foes.
Then, hither, all ye nations, hither run,
Behold the wonders which the Lord has done
Behold, with what a mind, the heap of flain,
He spreads the fanguine furface of the plain;
He makes the wars, that mad confufion hurl'd,
Be spent in victories, and leave the world.
He breaks the bended bows, the fpears of ire,
And burns the shatter'd chariots in the fire,
And bids the realms be ftill, the tumults ceafe,
And know the Lord of war, for Lord of peace.

Now may the tender youth in goodness rife,
Beneath the guidance of their parents eyes,
And tall young poplars, when the ranger's nigh,
To watch their rifings, left they fhoot awry.
Now may the beauteous daughters, bred with care,
In modeft rules, and pious acts of fear,
Like polish'd corners of the temple be,
So bright, so spotless, and so fit for thee.
Now may the various feafons blefs the foil,
And plenteous gardeners pay the ploughman's
toil;

Now theep and kine, upon the flowery meads,
Increase in thousands, and ten thousand heads;
And now no more the found of grief complains
For those that fall in fight, or live in chains;
Here, when the bleflings are proclaim'd aloud,
Join all the voices of the thankful crowd;
Let all that feel them thus confefs their part,
Thus own their worth, with one united heart;
Happy the realm which C-od vouchfafes to blefs
With all the glories of a bright fuccefs!
And happy thrice the realm, if thus he please
To crown thofe glories with the fweets of cafe;
From warfare finish'd on a chain of thought,
To bright attempts of future rapture wrought;
Yet ftronger, yet thy pinions ftronger raise,
O Fancy, reigning in the power of lays.
For Sion's hill thine airy courfes hold,
'Twas there thy David prophefy'd of old;
And there devout in contemplation fit,
In holy vision, and ecftatic fit.

Methinks I feem to feel the charms begin,
Now fwcet contentment tunes my foul within;
Now wondrous foft arifing music plays,
And now full founds upon the fenfe increase;
Fit David's lyre, his artful fingers niove,
To court the fpirit from the realms above;
And, pleas'd to come where holinefs attends,
The courted fpirit from above defcends.
Hence on the lyre and voice new graces reft,
And bright prophetic forms enlarge the breaft;
Hence firm decrees his myftic hymns relate,
Affix'd in heaven's adamantine gate,
The glories of the most important age,
And Chrift's bleft empire feen by fure prefage.
When, in a diftant view, with inward eyes,
He fees the Son defcending from the skies,
To take the form of man for mankind's fake,
"Tis thus he makes the great Mcfliah speak:
It is not, Father, blood of bullocks flain
Can cleanse the world from univerfal ftain;
Such offerings are not here requir'd by thee,
But point at mine, and leave the work for me;
To perfect which, as fervants ears they drill,
In fign of opening to their master's will;
'Thy will would open mine, and have me bear
My fign of miniftry, the body there,
Prophetic volumes of our state affign
The world's redemption as an act of mine;
And lo with cheerful and obedient heart,
I come, my Father, to perform my part.
So fpake the Son, and left his throne above,
When wings to bear him were prepar'd by love;
When with their Monarch, on the great defcent,
Sweet humbleness and gentle patience went;

Fair fifters both, both blefs'd in his cfteem,
And both appointed here to wait on him.

But now, before the Prophet's ravifh'd eyes,
Succeeding prospects of his life arisc;
And here he teaches all the world to fing
Those ftrains in which the nations own'd him
King.

When boughs as at an holy feast they bear,
To fhow the Godhead manifefted there;
And garments, as à mark of glory, strow'd,
Declar'd a prince proclaim'd upon the road:
This day the Lord hath made, we will employ
In fongs, he cries, and confecrate the joy.
Hofannah, Lord, Hofannah, fhed thy peace;
Hofannah, long-expecting nations grace;
Oh, bless'd in honour's height triumphant thou,
That waft to come, oh, blefs thy people now.

'Twere eafy dwelling here with fix'd delight,
And much the sweet engagement of the fight;
But fleeting vifions each on other throng,
And change the mufic, and demand the fong:
Ah mufic chang'd by fadly moving fhow:
Ah! fong demanded in excefs of woe!
For what was all the gracious Saviour's flay,
Whilft here he trod in life's encumber'd way,
But troubled patience, perfecuted breath,
Neglected forrows, and afflicting death;
Approach, ye finners; think the garden shows
His bloody fweet of full arifing throws;
Approach his grief, and hear him thus complain,
Through David's perfon, and in David's ftrain.

Oh, fave me, God, thy floods about me roll, Thy wrath divine hath overflow'd my foul: I come at length where rifing waters drown, And fink in deep affliction, deeply down. Deceitful foares, to bring me to the dead, Lie ready plac'd in every path I tread; And hell itself, with all that hell contains, Of fiends accurs'd, and dreadful change of pains; To daunt firm will, and crofs the good defign'd, With strong temptations fasten on the mind; Such grief, fuch forrows, in amazing view, Distracted fears and heaviness pursue. Ye fages, deeply read in human frame, The paffions' causes, and their wild extreme; Where mov'd an object more oppos'd to bliss, What other agony could equal his?

1

The mufic ftill proceeds with mournful airs, And speaks the dangers, as it fpeaks the fears. Oh, facred Prefence, from the Son withdrawn: Oh, God, niy Father, whether art thou gone? Oh, niust my foul bewail tormenting pain, And all my words in anguish fall in vain ? The trouble's near, in which my life will end; But none is near, that will affiftance lend; Like Bathan's, bulls, my foes against me throng, So proud, inhuman, numberlefs, and strong. Like defert lions, on their prey they go, So much their fierce defire of blood they show: As ploughers wound the ground, they tore my

Rich ftreams of life forfake my rended veins,
And fall like water fpill'd upon the plains;
My bones that us'd in hollow feats to close,
Disjoint with anguifh of convulfive throes;
My mourning heart is melted in my frame,
As wax diffolving runs before a flame;
My ftrength dries up, my flefh the moisture leaves,
And on my tongue my clammy palate cleaves :
Alas! I thirft; alas! for drink I call;
For drink they give me vinegar and gall.į
To fportful game the favage foldiers go,
And for my vesture, on my vesture throw;
While all deride, who fee me thus forlorn,

And fhoot their lips, and shake their heads in fcorn.

And, with defpiteful jeft, Behold, they cry,
The great peculiar darling of the sky;

He trusted God would fave his foul from woe,
Now God may have him, if he loves him fo.
But to the dust of death, by quick decay,
1 come; O Father, be not long away.
And was it thus, the Prince of Life was flain?
And was it thus he dy'd for worthlefs men?
Yes, bleffed Jefus; thus, in every line,
The fufferings which the prophet fpake were thine.
Come, Christian, to the corpfe, in fpirit come,
And with true figns of grief furround the tomb.
Upon the threshold ftone let fin be flain,
Such facrifice will beft avenge his pain.
Bring thither then repentance, fighs, and tears,
Bring mortify'd defires, bring holy fears;

And earnest prayer expprefs'd from thoughts that

roll

Through broken mind, and groanings of the foul;
Thefe fcatter'd on his hearfe, and fo prepare
Thofe obfequies the Jews deny'd him there;
While in your hearts the flames of love may burn,
To dress the vault, like lamps in facred urn.
There oft, my foul, in fuch a grateful way,
Thine humbleft homage, with the godly pay.
But David ftrikes the founding chords anew,
And to thy first design recals thy view;
From life to death, from death to life he flies,
And ftill pursues his object in his eyes;
And here recounts, in more enliven'd fong,
The facred prefence, not abfented long :
The flesh not fuffer'd in the grave to dwell,
The foul not fuffer'd to remain in hell;
But as the conqueror, fatigu'd in war,
With hot pursuit of enemies afar,
Reclines to drink the torrent gliding by,
Then lifts his looks to repoffefs the sky';
So bow'd the Son, in life's uneafy road,
With anxious toil and thorny danger ftrow'd;
So bow'd the Son, but not to find relief,
But tafte the deep imbitter'd floods of grief;
So when he tasted these, he rais'd his head,
And left the fable manfions of the dead,
Ere mouldering time confum'd the bones away,
Or flow corruption's worms had work'd decay :
Here faith's foundations all the foul employ
With springing graces, fpringing beams of joy;
Then paus'd the voice, where nature's feen to
pause,

And for a time fufpend her ancient laws.

From hence arifing as the glories rife, That must advance above the lofty skies, He runs with sprightly fingers o'er the lyre, And fills new fongs with new celeftial fire: In which he fhews, by fair defcription's ray, The Chrift's afcenfion to the realms of day; When justice, pleas'd with life already paid, Unbends her brows, and fheaths her angry biade; And meditates rewards, and will restore What mercy woo'd him, to forfake before. When on a cloud, with gilded edge of light, He rofe above the reach of human fight, And met the pomp that hung aloft in air, To make his honours more exceeding fair; See, cries the prophet, how the chariots wait To bear him upwards, in triumphant ftate, By twenty thousands in unnumber'd throng, And angels draw the glittering ranks along. The Lord amongst them fits in glory drefs'd, Nor more the prefence, Sinai mount confeft. And now the chariots have begun to fly, The triumph moves, the Lord afcends on high, And Sin and Satan, us'd to captive men, Are dragg'd for captives in his ample train; While, as he goes, feraphic circles fing The wondrous conqueft of their wondrous King; With shouts of joy their heavenly voices raise, And with fhrill trumpets manifest his praise; From fuch a point of such exceeding height, A while my verfes ftoop their airy flight, And seem for refl on Olivet to breathe, And charge the two that ftand in white beneath; That as they move, and join the moving rear Within their honour'd hands aloft they bear The crown of thorns, the cross on which he dy'd, The nails that pierc'd his limbs, the spear his fide Then, where kind mercy lays the thunder by, Where peace has hung great Michael's arms on Let thefe adorn his magazine above, [high; And hang the trophies of victorious love;. Left man, by fuperftitious mind entic'd, Should idolize whatever touch'd the Chrift. But still the prophet in the spirit foars To new Jerufalem's imperial doors; There fees and hears the blefs'd angelic throng, There feels their music, and records their song : Or, with the vision warm'd, attempts to write, For those inhabitants of native light, And teaches harmony's diftinguish'd parts, In fweet refpondence of united hearts; For thus without might warbling angels fing Their courfe containing on the flutter'd wing, Eternal gates your ftately portals rear, Eternal gates! your ways of joy prepare; The King of Glory for admittance stays; He comes, he'll enter, O prepare your ways; Then bright archangels, that attend the wall. Might thus upon the beauteous order call: Ye fellow-minifters, that now proclaim Your King of Glory, tell his awful name. At which the beauteous order will accord, And found of folemn notes pronounce the Lord : The Lord endued with ftrength, renown'd for

might,

With spoils returning from the finish'd fight.