Classic Poem

Come Ravisht souls with high Delight:
In sweet immortal Verse,
To crown the day, and welcome night;
Jehovahs praise Reherse.

O sing the Glories of our Lord,
His Grace and Truth resound.
And his stupendous acts Record,
Whose mercies have no bound.

He made the All informing Light,
And hosts of Ang[el]s fair:
Tis he with shadows cloaths the night,
He clouds or clears the Air.

Those restless skies with stars enchaste
He on firm hindges set:
The wave embraced earth he plac'd
His hanging Cabinet.

Wherein for us all things comply
Which he hath so d[e]creed.
That each in order faithfully
Shall evermore proceed.

We in his Sommer sun-shine stand,
And by his favour grow.
We gather what his bounteous hand
Is pleased to bestow.

When he contracts his brow we mourn,
And all our strength is vain,
To former dust in death we turn,
Till he inspire again.

Then to this mighty Lord give praise
And all our voices prove.
The Glory of his name to raise,
The Good of Peace and Love.