IV. What were the earth, the fun, the stars, Or heav'n itself to me, V. Celestial bow'rs, feraphic fongs, IM HYMN. By Mrs. RowE. I. MMORTAL fountain of my life, ternal centre of my soul, Where all its motions tend. II. Thou object of my dearest love, The spring of all my flowing joys, III. My God, my hope, my vaft reward, Still more than these pathetic names And charming words exprefs! HYMN to the REDEEMER of the World. By Mr. Bow DEN. I. 7HOM fhou'd I praise, O Chrift, but thee? Whole praises angels fing; Who the Eternal Envoy art Of the Eternal King. II. From heav'n's high court thou did'st descend, Thou faw'ft man's fatal wreck, and lo! In throngs their lofty feats they leave, Look down and view the wond'rous scene; To loftier notes their harps they raise, While fhepherds leave their rural ftrains Thro' all th' immeafur'd tracks of space, And kingdoms of the sky; IX. Down thro' the hollows of the earth, Thro' hell's extenfive bounds, And all the difmal vaults below The harmony refounds. X. With trembling hellifh furies hear It racks them with redoubled pains, With hideous roars they shake all hell, XII. But O the joy, the peace, the bliss, XIII. Redemption! O the charming news! XIV. Wond'rous redemption! wond'rous grace! XVIII. Lord, why to rebel men fhou'dft thou Why court the wretch that shun'd thy fight, XIX. Is it because thou need'st his aid, XX. Or waft thou, Lord, compell'd to leave XXI. Alas! what force cou'd thee compel, Who mad'st and rul'ft the floating worlds XXII. Or, Lord, what want can't thou endure, XXXIII. Ten thousand thoufand angel troops And with a word thou can't create XXIV. Ev'n those with all their hymns of praise No profit bring to thee, Who only art thy own delight, Thy own felicity. XXV. Why then to rebel man shou'dft thou Such matchless favour show? Why court the wretch that fhunn'd thy fight, Why XXVI. Why, but because, dear Lord, with thee XXVII. 'Twas this alone that made thee leave XXVIII. A fervant's defpicable form XXIX. This led thee thro' the raging flames, XXX. The wine-prefs of Almighty wrath XXXI. O ftrange effect of faving love! XXXII. How fhou'd thy mouth be fill'd with praise? XXXIII. O can't thou fee God's darling fon B 3 From |