The happy day,1 and happy year, The day that quench'd the burning snare, Now did thine arm, O God of Hosts, Brigades of angels lined the way, Then, mighty God, the earth shall know All hallelujah, heavenly King; 1 Nov. 5, 1688. 2 Nov. 5, 1588. THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE. FAR in the heavens my God retires, He charms my reason to pursue, But leaves it tir'd and fainting in the unequal chase. Or if I reach unusual height, Till near his presence brought, And all untune my thought: Plung'd in a sea of light I roll, Where wisdom, justice, mercy, shines; Infinite rays in crossing lines Beat thick confusion on my sight, and overwhelm my soul. Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds, And help me reach the throne; Thus worms may join, and grasp the poles, Thus atoms fill the sea: But the whole race of creature-souls, Stretch'd to their last extent of thought, plunge and are lost in thee. Great God, behold my reason lies Faith shall direct her humble flight, Through all the trackless seas of light, To thee, the eternal Fair, the infinite Unknown. DEATH AND ETERNITY. My thoughts, that often mount the skies, And owns her sovereign, death. The tyrant, how he triumphs here! These skulls, what ghastly figures now! These are the heads we lately knew But where the souls, those deathless things, That left this dying clay? My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings, And trace eternity. O that unfathomable sea! Those deeps without a shore! Where living waters gently play, Or fiery billows roar. Thus must we leave the banks of life, Vain are our groans, and dying strife, There we shall swim in heavenly bliss, While the pale carcass thoughtless lies, Some hearty friend shall drop his tear On our dry bones, and say, "These once were strong, as mine appear, "And mine must be as they." Thus shall our mouldering members teach What now our senses learn: For dust and ashes loudest preach A SIGHT OF HEAVEN IN SICKNESS OFT have I sat in secret sighs, To feel my flesh decay, Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes, To view the tottering clay. But I forbid my sorrows now, My cheerful soul now all the day Faith almost changes into sight, While from afar she spies Her fair inheritance, in light, Above created skies. |