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The heaven of heavens desist from their lour,
The tempest is hush'd to a calm;

The kingdom of heaven is taken by pow'r,
And the victor is crowned with palm.

He's led to the Rock by omnipotent hand;
In the secret cliff he can sing:

The voice of the turtle is heard in the land,
And his winter's exchang'd for a spring.

My God, in compassion, did sweetly appear,
And dictated my song as I sung:

I thought all the angels stood silent to hear,
While the melody dropt from my tongue.

I wept with rejoicing, and sung in my grief;
And I fainted, and melted with love:

I coily refused his gracious relief,

But he made all my bowels to move.

All nature look'd gay, and afforded delight,
And proclaim'd divine wisdom abroad;
The heavens themselves would admit of my flight,
When I fled to commune with my God!

I yielded my soul as a captive to grace,
When the banner of love was unfurl'd;
My spirit dissolv'd in the rays of his face,
And I dy'd to the charms of the world.

My jealousy fled, and my mind was compos'd,
When my soul to my Saviour was wed:
I charged my eyes to refuse to be clos'd,
Lest my husband should slip from my bed.

I us'd my entreaties his bowels to move,
For I trembled for fear he'd depart;

And gently I woo'd him, and call'd him my love,
And I crown'd him the King of my heart.

Thro' each silent watch still my bed he would keep,
With his love as profuse as the source;

My mind he employ'd when I sunk in a sleep,
And he charm'd me with mental discourse.

I thought of his birth-was amaz'd at the seheme, While Faith was triumphant with palms;

And wonder'd my God and my Maker supreme, As an infant, should live upon alms!

His wearisome journies by faith I could trace,
And his footsteps my tears would bedew;

The truths he then taught he would freely rehearse,
And I set to my seal-God is true.

The

supper I view'd when the table was spread, And I thought, as a guest, I was nigh;

And, when he foretold that he must be betray'd, I replied, "O Lord, is it I?"

But, when I beheld him as rack'd on the cross,
And reflected my sin gave the wound;

I found for some minutes my senses were lost,
Yea, I fainted, and dropt to the ground.

I wonder'd to see such a victim appear,
And was griev'd that his foes could deride;
But, oh! when they pierced his heart with a spear,
I could fancy a pain in my side.

But when on his throne I perceiv'd him supreme, With his garments all cover'd with

gore;

I said, "He hath finish'd the tragical scene,

"And my Saviour can suffer no more!"

he nature of angels was never so high,

As with crown and with sceptre to reign;

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he seraphic host, who inhabit the sky,

Must adore and attend as his train.

The wondering millions all cast off their crowns,
And acknowledge their glory from his;
While rays of divinity blaze from his wounds,
And illumine the regions with bliss.

The brilliant, seraphic, and ransomed race,

Appear in majestic array;

While Jesus emits, from the

rays

of his face,

The perpetual springing of day.

They shine in his glory, and bask in his beams; While Immanuel smiles on his wife,

And leads her by pleasure's unchangeable streams, Which flow from the Fountain of Life.

O, when shall I join the harmonious throng!
When shall I from corruption be free!
And sing that delightful, melodious song,
Of redemption, by Jesus, for me!

But I must withdraw from this ravishing scene,
For the boon is deny'd which I crave;
Mortality's veil is now dropping between,
And my soul must return to her cave.

I gradually sunk from the views of the Mount,
For my wings were too feeble to hold;
The pleasures of heaven I cannot recount,
Its felicity cannot be told!

Let weeping, and mourning, and sorrow, be gone;
Bid adieu both to doubting and fear;

For Jesus, the head, hath ascended his throne,
And his members shall surely be there.

Thrice happy the soul that has God for his sire,
And his heart, with his treasure, above!

Who inwardly burns with that hallowed fire,
Which proceeds from the fulness of love.

Let such with submission their station abide,
Till they rise from their cottage of clay:
On a cherub they mount, and to paradise ride,
And inhabit the regions of day!

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