CCCXXX. Rejoicing in an unseen Saviour.

MINE inward Joys, suppress'd too long,
Extatick burst into a Song:
From Christ, tho' now unseen, they rise,
And reach his Throne beyond the Skies.

His Glories strike the wond'ring Sight
Of all the first-born Sons of Light;
Beyond the Seraphim they shine,
Unrivall'd all, and all divine.

Yet mortal Worms his Friendship boast,
And make his saving Name their Trust:
Jesus, my Lord, I know him well;
He rescu'd me from Death and Hell.

This sinful Heart from GOD estrang'd
His new-creating Pow'r hath chang'd,
And, mingling with each secret Thought,
Maintains the Work, which first it wrought.

He gives to see his Father's Face;
He gives my Soul to thrive in Grace,
And brings the Views of Glory down,
The Beamings of my heav'nly Crown.

Thus entertain'd, while here below
Unspeakable my Transports grow;
New Joys in swift Succession roll,
And Glory fills my silent Soul.