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SECT. V.

The deferted Soul's prayer for the Lord's gracious and fin-fubduing presence.

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IND Jefus, come in love to me,
And make no longer ftay;

Or elfe receive my foul to thee,

That breathes to be away.

A Lazar at thy gate I lie,
As well it me becomes,

For children's bread afham'd to cry;
grant a dog the crumbs.

My wounds and rags my need proclaim,
Thy needful help infure:

My wounds beat witness that I'm lame,
My rags that I am poor.
Thou many at thy door doft feed
With mercy, when diftreft;
O wilt thou not fhew an alms deed
To me among the reft?

None else can give my foul relief,
None elfe can eafe my moan,
But he whofe abfence is my grief:
All other joys be gone.

How can I ceafe from fad complaint,
How can I be at reft?

My mind can never be content
To want my noble gueft.

Drop down, mine eyes, and never tire,

Ceafe not on any terms,

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Until I have my heart's defire,

My Lord within mine arms.

My heart, my hand, my fpirits fail,
When hiding off he goes;

My flesh, my foes, my lufts prevail,
And work my daily woes.
When fhall I fee that glorious fight
Will all my fins destroy?

That Lord of love, that lamp of light,
Will banish all annoy?

O could I but from finning cease,
And wait on Pifgah's hill,

Until I fee him face to face,

Then should my foul be 'ftill.
But fince corruption cleaves to me
While I in Kedar dwell;
O give me leave to long for thee,
For absence is a hell.

Thy glory fhould be dear to me,
Who me fo dear haft bought:
O fave from rend'ring ill to thee
For good which thou haft wrought.
With fear I crave, with hope I cry,
Oh promis'd favour fend;

Be thou thyfelf, though changeling I
Ungratefully offend.

Out of thy way remove the lets,
Cleanse this polluted den;

Tender my fuits, cancel my debts:
Sweet Jefus, fay, Amen.

SECT VI.

The Song of Heaven defired by Saints on earth.

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URORA vails her rofy face.

When brighter Phoebus takes her place; So glad will grace refign her room To glory in the heav'nly home..

Happy the company that's gone

From crofs to crown, from thrall to throne; How loud they fing upon the fhore, To which they fail'd in heart before! Blefs'd are the dead, yea, faith the word That die in Chrift the living Lord, And on the other fide of death Thus joyful spend their praifing breath: "Death from all death has fet us free, "And will our gain for ever be; "Death loos'd the maffy chains of wo, "To let the mournful captives go. "Death is to us a fweet repose; "The bud was op'd to fhew the rofe; "The cage was broke to let us fly, "And build our happy neft on high. "Lo, here we do triumphant reign, "And joyful fing in lofty ftrain : Lo, here we reft, and love to be, Enjoying more than faith could fee. "The thoufandth part we now behold,' "By mortal-tongues was never told; "We got a tafte, but now above "We forage in the fields of love.

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"Faith once ftole down a distant kiss,

"Now love cleaves to the cheek of blifs: "Beyond the fears of more mishap

"We gladly reft in glory's lap.

"Earth was to us a feat of war,

"In thrones of triumph now we are.

"We long to fee our Jefus dear,

"And fought him there, but find him here. "We walk in white without annoy,

"In glorious galleries of joy :

"And crown'd with everlafting bays,
"We rival Cherubs in their praise.
"No longer we complain of wants,
"We fee the glorious King of faints,
"Amidft his joyful hofts around,
"With all the divine glory crown'd.
"We fee him at his table head
"With living water, living bread,
"His cheerful guests inceffant load
"With all the plenitude of God.
"We fee the holy flaming fires,
"Cherubic and feraphic quires;
"And gladly join with thofe on high,
"To warble praise eternally.
"Glory to God that here we came,
"And glory to the glorious Lamb.
"Our light, our life, our joy, our all
"Is in our arms, and ever fhall.

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"Our Lord is ours, and we are his; "Yea, now we see him as he is: "And hence we like unto him are, "And full his glorious image fhare. "No darknefs now, no difmal night, "No vapour intercepts the light; "We fee for ever face to face, "The highest Prince in highest place. This, this, does heav'n enough afford, "We are for ever with the Lord: "We want no more, for all is giv'n; "His prefence is the heart of heav'n. While thus I laid my lift'ning ear Close to the door of heav'n to hear ; And then the facred page did view, Which told me all I heard was true;

Yet fhew'd me that the heav'nly fong
Surpaffes every mortal tongue,
With fuch unutterable ftrains
As none in fett'ring flefh attains:
Then faid I, "O to mount away,
"And leave this clog of heavy clay !
"Let wings of time more hafty fly,
That I may join the fongs on high.

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