XI. MOSES'S View of the divine Glory.

WITH humble Pleasure, Lord, we trace
The ancient Records of thy Grace;
And our own Consolation draw
From what thy Servant Moses saw.

May we behold thy Glory shine,
With gentle Beams of Love divine;
And hear thy secret Voice proclaim
The various Wonders of thy Name.

If feeble Nature faint t' endure
A Voice so sweet, a Ray so pure;
Its Dissolution would delight,
While Death would wear a Form so bright.

Death shall unvail that World above,
Where the dear Children of thy Love,
Attemper'd all to heavenly Day,
Bear, and reflect th' immediate Ray.