Look up, my soul, pant tow'rd the' eternal hills; Those heavens are fairer than they seem; There pleasures, all sincere, glide on in crystal rills, No cursed soil, no tainted spring, Nor roses grow on thorns, nor honey wears a sting. FELICITY ABOVE. No, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss ; For bliss can ne'er be found, Till we arrive where Jesus is, And tread on heavenly ground. There's nothing round these painted skies, Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys, 'Tis Heaven on earth to taste his love, Why move my years in slow delay? Let the spheres cleave, and mark my way Dear Sovereign, break these vital strings SELF-CONSECRATION. Ir grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore, My inward powers shall burn and flame I would not speak, but for my God, nor move but to his praise. What are my eyes, but aids to see Inscrib'd with beams of light, On flowers and stars? Lord, I behold The shining azure, green and gold; [my sight. But when I try to read thy name, a dimness veils Mine ears are rais'd when Virgil sings And drink the music in: Why should the trumpet's brazen voice, Or oaten reed, awake my joys, [begin? And yet my heart so stupid lie, when sacred hymns Change me, O God; my flesh shall be An instrument of song to thee, · And thou the notes inspire; My tongue shall keep the heavenly chime, [spire. And sweet variety of sound shall in thy praise con The dearest nerve about my heart, With my melodious breath, [zeal in death. And live without that impious string, or show my THE CREATOR AND CREATURES. GoD is a name my soul adores, The' Almighty Three, the' Eternal One ; Nature and grace, with all their pow'rs, Confess the infinite unknown. From thy great Self thy being springs, Thy voice produc'd the seas and spheres, Through all these spacious works of thîne. Still restless Nature dies and grows: From change to change the creatures run : Thy being no succession knows, And all thy vast designs are one. A glance of thine runs through the globes, Thrones and dominions round thee fall, How shall affrighted mortals dare Who can behold the blazing light? THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST. 'SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes, 'JESUS, the God whom angels fear, 'No gold, nor purple swadling bands, A manger for his cradle stands, 'Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around 'Glory to God that reigns above, Lord! and shall angels have their songs, O may we lose these useless tongues Glory to God that reigns above, We join to sing our Maker's love, |