. The works of the Reverend and learned Mr. Henry Grove, of Taunton : containing all the sermons, discourses, and tracts published in his life time . VI. Thy Attributes, a fum untold,Refemble lamps of burni(hd goldHung all around the vaulted fky ;Or rather like ubiquitary light,Which thro* all places fpread, in all is bright,A luftre they diffufe thro dark Immenfity. VII. Thrice happy who injoy the graceTo fee the beauties of thy face,Nor fuffer from their love of change 1Still as they higher climb, new fcenes profped: widening ftill, dilates their joys,And ftill from world to world,
. The works of the Reverend and learned Mr. Henry Grove, of Taunton : containing all the sermons, discourses, and tracts published in his life time . VI. Thy Attributes, a fum untold,Refemble lamps of burni(hd goldHung all around the vaulted fky ;Or rather like ubiquitary light,Which thro* all places fpread, in all is bright,A luftre they diffufe thro dark Immenfity. VII. Thrice happy who injoy the graceTo fee the beauties of thy face,Nor fuffer from their love of change 1Still as they higher climb, new fcenes profped: widening ftill, dilates their joys,And ftill from world to world, all worlds of[blifs, they range. VIII. But 4i8 POEMS. VIII. Bat how Ihall Souls that dwell flefh confind, thy Prefence know,Invifible to mortal eye ? To thefe, when pure, thou doft thy felf reveal. Thy Spirits vital energy they feel, And fecret whifpers tell them thou art ever [nigh, IX. This (lender Altar, Lord, I of Wonder, to thy praifejAccept what gratitude Earths blended tongues, with th [Oceans roar,*Midft countlefs multitudes who Thee hearil my feeble voice, and feft my [lifted An POEMS. 419 An O D E o« the Authors Recovery fromSicknejs, I. THEE, bounteous Author of my[, their Reftorer, let me praife;Thee, gracious God, who from the gates of [ I in pen five lilence the laft arreft of fate,My Soul didfl fave, and fnatch my fleeting [breath. II. My voice with weaknefs faint hollow, like the empty tomb,Hoarfe and fcarcely to be known ;Strong and animated be imployd to found thy fame :And while in loftier notes I laud that Name,Which lately I invokd with feeble , Hills, and Vales, (hall to my Song reply. III. Let 420 p OEMS. III. Let me remember too, with what furprizeThe fudden dimnefs vaild mine fickly and how pale the hght. When Deaths impending fhade,Prefage of everlafting night. Had round involvd my head fTo Heavn my languid looks I turnd.
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