To the Superior World to Solemn Peace To Regions where Delights shall never cease To Living Springs and to Celestial shade For change of pleasure not Protection made To Blissfull Harmonys o`erflowing source Which Strings or stops can neither bind or Force But wafting Air for ever bears along Perpetual Motion with perpetual Song On which the Blest in Symphonies ascend And towards the Throne with Vocal ardours bend To Radial light o`erspreading Boundless space To the safe Goal of our well ended race To shelter where the weary shall have rest And where the wicked never shall molest To that Jerusalem which ours below Did but in type and faint resemblance shew To the first born and ransom`d Church above To Seraphims whose whole composures love To active Cherubins whom wings surround Not made to rest tho` on imortal ground But still suspended wait with flaming joy In swift commands their vigour to employ Ambrosial dews distilling from their plumes Scattering where e`er they pass innate perfumes To Angells of innumerable sorts Subordinate in the etherial Courts To Men refin`d from every gross allay Who taught the Flesh the Spirit to obey And keeping late futurity in view Do now possess what long they did persue To Jesus founder of the Christian race And kind dispenser of the Gospell grace Bring me my God in my accomplish`t time From weakness freed and from degrading crime Fast by the Tree of life be my retreat Whose leaves are Med`cin and whose fruit is meat Heal`d by the first and by the last renew`d With all perfections be my Soul endued My form that has the earthly figure borne Take the Celestial in its Glorious turn My temper frail and subject to dismay Be stedfast there spiritualiz`d and gay My low Poetick tendency be rais`d Till the bestower worthily is prais`d Till Dryden`s numbers for Cecilia`s feast Which sooth depress inflame and shake the breast Vary the passions with each varying line Allow`d below all others to outshine Shall yeild to those above shall yeild to mine In sound in sense in emphasis Divine Stupendious are the heights to which they rise Whose anthems match the musick of the skies Whilst that which art we call when studied here Is nature there in its sublimest sphere And the pathetick now so hard to find Flows from the gratefull transports of the mind With Poets who supernal voices raise And here begin their never ending layes With those who to the brethren of their Lord In all distress a warm relief afford With the Heroick Spirits of the brave Who durst be true when threatn`d with the Grave And when from evil in triumphant sway Who e`er departed made himself a prey To sanguine perils to penurious care To scanty cloathing and precarious fare To lingring solitude exhausting thoughts Unsuccour`d losses and imputed faults With these let me be join`d when Heaven reveals The judgment which admits of no appeals And having heard from the deciding throne Well have ye suffer`d wisely have ye Done Henceforth the Kingdom of the blest is yours For you unfolds its everlasting doors With joyfull Allelujahs let me hail The strength that o`er my weakness cou`d prevail Upheld me here and raised my feeble clay To this felicity for which I pray Thro` him whose intercession I implore And Heaven once enter`d prayer shall be no more Loud acclamations shall its place supply And praise the breath of Angells in the sky.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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