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I.

  No mortal tongue can ever tell,
  The horrors of that gloomy night,
 When I hung o'er the brink of hell,
 Expecting soon my wretched flight!

II.

  I felt my burden waste my life,
 While guilt did ev'ry hope devour,
Trembling I stretch'd with groans and strife
  For to escape the dreadful hour.

III.

 But in the mind of all my grief,
 The great Messiah spoke in love;
 His arm appear'd for my relief,
And bid my guilt and sorrows move,

IV.

Warm'd by a kindred sense of England's woes,
A Caledonian muse, with pity glows:
From ruin'd hopes a saving moral takes,
And paints th' unhappy , for the happy's sake:
Scotland's new taste our meaning scene supplies,
And a first flight , on tragic pinions , tries,
Brave and long-fam'd in arms, her warlike race
Have trod the fields of death with dauntless grace!
Fierce and untir'd in blood , have nobly dar'd,
And every toil and every danger shar'd:
Now, fir'd by rising arts ; she grasps the Bays ,

The rising sun Lysander found,
Shedding tears o'er Phillis' tomb,
Who swore he ne'er would leave the ground,
But pass his life in that dear gloom.

Tearing his hair, the frantic youth
Cry'd, food and raiment I deny;
And with my life shall end my truth,
For love of Phillis will I die.

II.

The radient god made half his tour,

Beneath the palace of the king
The gentle shepherd went;
The lady looked with longing eyes
Down from the battlement.

She threw to him a gentle word, —
" Would I might go to thee,
Where on the plain the snow-white flocks,
And bright red flowers I see! "

Thereto the shepherd made reply, —
" O, wouldst thou come to me,
More white would gleam those arms of thine,
More bright thy cheeks would be! "

And now each morn with lingering step,
Still as he passed the place,

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O the dead state of Adam's race,
Surrounded with redeeming grace,
Wasting their days, their life and breath,
For shades that lead to endless death.

II.

While Jesus bleeds and dies for them,
And waits and woos to get them home,
They choose in darkness still to dwell,
And laugh the downward road to hell.

III.

Where e'er they go, what e'er they do,
The Lord doth still in love pursue,
Intreating them to turn and live,
With all the blessing he can give.

IV.

Cleora has her wish; she weds a peer;
Her weighty train two pages scarce can bear;
Persia and both the Indies must provide
To grace her pomp and gratify her pride:
Of rich brocade a shining robe she wears,
And gems surround her lovely neck like stars.
Drawn by fix grays of the proud Belgian kind,
With a long train of livery beaus behind,
She charms the Park, and sets all hearts on sire,
The ladies' envy and the men's desire.
Beholding thus, " O happy as a queen! "
We cry. But shift the gaudy flatt'ring scene;

I.

On earth I know immortal love,
And taste of all the joys above;
My soul enjoys the great I AM ;
And there's no pleasure but in him.

II.

My light is but a feeble ray,
Yet it is from eternal day;
Nay, joys are by my Jesus giv'n,
And he is all the joys of heav'n.

III.

Though in my self I am but death,
Yet Christ in me the word of faith,
Lifts up my heart to realms above,
And feeds me with immortal love.

IV.

O when shall I be wholly free?

When jealous out of season,
When deaf and blind to reason,
Of truth we've no belief;

With rage we're overflowing,
Nor why, nor wherefore knowing,
And the heart goes throb with grief.

II.

But when the fit is over,
And kindness from the lover
Does every doubt destroy,

When love's taught dangers animate the stage ,
Let the soft scenes your hearts , ye fair! engage:
Let each bright list'ner mark the wiles , we show,
And catch dumb caution , from the pictur'd woe ,
Guiltless of farce , to night, the meaning player
Courts not your laughter , but alarms your care .

M AN , the deceiver , veils his cruel art ,
And skreens himself within th' attempted heart ;
There, to ungen'rous empire , climbs, e'er long,
Help'd by the confidence he means to wrong :

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All hail thou lovely Lamb of GOD !
This day with us make thine abode,
And cheer our spirits with thy love;
We long to see thy smiling face,
And run with thee the christian race,
To thine eternal realms above.

II.

O heal the sick and raise the dead,
And feed us with immortal bread;
Warm ev'ry heart, loose ev'ry tongue;