SECT. V. The deferted Soul's prayer for the Lord's gracious and fin-fubduing presence. K IND Jefus, come in love to me, Or elfe receive my foul to thee, That breathes to be away. A Lazar at thy gate I lie, For children's bread afham'd to cry; My wounds and rags my need proclaim, My wounds beat witness that I'm lame, None else can give my foul relief, How can I ceafe from fad complaint, My mind can never be content Drop down, mine eyes, and never tire, Ceafe not on any terms, Until I have my heart's defire, My Lord within mine arms. My heart, my hand, my fpirits fail, My flesh, my foes, my lufts prevail, That Lord of love, that lamp of light, O could I but from finning cease, Until I fee him face to face, Then should my foul be 'ftill. Thy glory fhould be dear to me, Be thou thyfelf, though changeling I Out of thy way remove the lets, Tender my fuits, cancel my debts: SECT VI. The Song of Heaven defired by Saints on earth. A 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. "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, "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; |