XXXIII. The Good Man's Prospect for Time and Eternity.

MY Soul triumphant in the LORD
Shall tell its Joys abroad;
And march with holy Vigour on,
Supported by it's GOD.

Thro' all the winding Maze of Life,
His Hand hath been my Guide,
And in that long experienc'd Care
My Heart shall still confide.

His Grace thro' all the Desart flows
An unexhausted Stream:
That Grace on Zion's sacred Mount
Shall be my endless Theme .

Beyond the choicest Joys of Earth
These distant Courts I love;
But O! I burn with strong Desire
To view thy House above.

Mingled with all the shining Band
My Soul would there adore;
A Pillar in thy Temple fix'd,
To be remov'd no more.