brings his heaven with him, and that man who enjoys God, carries heaven about him; fo that here is his happiness. Caft him into the dungeon, into a furnace, where you please, yet he is ftill in heaven. Therefore, for my part, Lord give me thyself, and then deal how thou pleaseft with

me.

1. THROUGH all the world below,
God we see all around ;

Search hills and vallies through,
There he's found;

The growing of the corn,
The lily and the thorn,
The pleasant and forlorn,
All declare, God is there
In meadows drest in green,
There he's feen.

2. See fpringing waters rife,
Fountains flow, rivers run,
The mift beclouds the sky,
Hides the fun;

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Then down the rain doth pour,
The ocean it doth roar,
And beat upon the fhore.
All to praife, in their lays,
A God that ne'er declines,
His defigns.

3. The fun with all his rays,
Speaks of God as he flies;

The comet with her blaze,
God, the cries;

The fhining of the flars,
The moon, when it appears,
His dreadful name declares,
As they fly through the sky,
While fhades of filent found,
Join the round.

Mount Sinai is the place Where God did fhew his grace, While Mofes fang his praise, See him rife through the fkies, And view old Canaan's ground All around.

5. Elijah's fervant hears

From the hill, and declares,
A little cloud appears,
Dry your tears;

Our Lord transfigur'd is,
With the two faints of his,
As fay the witneffes,
See him fhine all divine,

While Olive's mount is bleft
With the reft.

7. Not India full of gold,

With the wonders we are told,
Nor seraphs ftrong and bold,

Can unfold,

The mountain Calvary,

Where Chrift our Lord did die ; Hark, hear the God-man cry, Mountains quake, heavens fhake, Whilft God, their author's ghost, Left the coaft.

8. And now on Calvary,
We may ftand here and fpy,
Beyond this lower sky,
Far on high,

Mount Sion's fpicy hill,
Where faints and angels dwell,
And hear them fing and tell
Of their Lord with accord:

And join in Mofes' fong,
Heart and tongue.

9. Since hills are honor'd thus,
By our Lord in his course,
Let them not be by us,
Call'd accurft:

Forbid it, mighty King,
But rather let us fing,.
Till hills and vallies ring,
Echo fly through the sky

And heaven hear the found
From the ground.

Importunate requests for the return of God to the soul.

THOU great and glorious, thou invisible and univerfal Being, art thou no nearer to be approached! or do I fearch thee amifs? Is there a corner of the creation unvifited by thee? or any place exempt from thy prefence? I trace thy footsteps through heaven and earth, but I cannot

overtake thee.

Why do I feek thee if thou art not here?
Or find thee not if thou art ev'ry where?

Tell me, O my God, and my all; tell me where thou art to be found; for there is the place of my reft. What imaginable good can fupply thy abfence? Deprived of thee, all that the world could offer would be like a jeft to a

dying man, and provoke my averfion and difdain. "Tis a God that I feek.

O FOR a clofer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to fhine upon the road,
Which leads me to the Lamb.

Where is the bleffednefs I knew,
When first I faw the Lord?
Where is the foul-refreshing view
Of Jefus and his word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd
How fweet their mem❜ry ftill!
But now I find an aching void,
Which God alone can fill.

Return, O Holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of reft;

I hate the fins which made thee moura,
And drove thee from my breaft.

The deareft idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

So fhall my walk be clofe with God,
Calm and ferene my frame;
And light divine mark out the road
Which leads me to the Lamb.

Jefus, my Lord, my life, my light,
O come with blissful ray;