The almighty Voice bid ancient Night Her endless realms resign, And lo, ten thousand globes of light In fields of azure shine. Now wisdom, with superior sway, He spake the sun obedient stood, Lord of the armies of the sky, Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies, With every angel's form and size, His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine: Each opening leaf, and every stroke, Fulfils some deep design. Here he exalts neglected worms Anon the following page he turns, And treads the monarchs down. Not Gabriel asks the reason why, My God, I never long'd to see In thy fair book of life and grace SELF CONSECRATION. Ir grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore, That I have liv'd to thee no more, And wasted half my days; My inward powers shall burn and flame, With zeal and passion for thy name, 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; But when I try to read thy name, a dimness veils my sight. 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, And yet my heart so stupid lie, when sacred hymns begin? Change me, O God; my flesh shall be And thou the notes inspire: My tongue shall keep the heavenly chime, And sweet variety of sound shall in thy praise conspire. The dearest nerve about my heart, Should it refuse to bear a part, With my melodious breath, I'd tear away the vital chord, A bloody victim to my Lord, And live without that impious string, or show my zeal in death. THE CREATOR AND CREATURES. GOD is a name my soul adores, The Almighty Three, the Eternal One; From thy great Self thy being springs; Made up of uncreated things, And self-sufficience bears them all. Thy voice produc'd the seas and spheres, Through all these spacious works of thine. Still restless nature dies and grows; From change to change the creatures run: 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; 66 THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST. SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes, "And send your fears away; "News from the region of the skies, "Salvation's born to day. |