OW am I held a prisoner now, HOW Far from my God! This mortal chain Binds me to sorrow; all below Is short-lived ease or tiresome pain. II. When shall that wondrous hour appear, To live at large in regions, where Nor cloud nor veil shall hide my God? III. Farewell this flesh, these ears, these eyes, My God, nor let this frame arise, Till every dust be well refined. IV. JESUS, who mak'st our natures whole, Then it shall better serve my soul In works of praise and worlds unknown. ODE II. The departing moment; or absent from the body. A I. BSENT from flesh! O blissful thought! What unknown joys this monent brings ! Freed from the mischiefs sin hath wrought, From pains, and tears, and all their springs. II. Absent from flesh! Illustrious day! Surprising scene! triumphant stroke, That rends the prison of my clay, And I can feel my fetters broke! III. Absent from flesh! Then rise, my soul, Beyond the heavens where planets roil, IV. 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, 561 ODE III. Entrance into Paradise; or Present with the Lord. 1. ND is this heaven? And am I there ? I am all life, all eye, all car; JESUS is here,-my soul's delight. II. Is this the heavenly Friend who hung III. How fair, thou Offspring of my GOD! Thy death procured this blest abode, IV. Lo, he presents me at the throne All spotless; there the Godhead reigns CRE ODE IV. The sight of GOD in heaven. REATOR-Gо», eternal Light, Ocean of wonders, blissful sight! Beauty and love unknown before! II. 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. III. I'm in a world where all is new; Myself, my God; O blest amaze ! IV. 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, sup posed to be sung by the mourners. I. NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; UNVEIL thy Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust. II. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes Can reach the lovely sleeper here, III. 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. IV. Break from his throne, illustrious morn ; Restore thy trust, a glorious form; She must ascend to meet her Lord. |