XLV. GOD the Happiness of his People, and their Support in the extremest Distress.

MY GOD, whose all-pervading Eye
Views Earth beneath, and Heav'n above,
Witness, if here, or there thou seest
An Object of mine equal Love.

Not the gay Scenes, where mortal Men
Persue their Bliss, and find their Woe,
Detain my rising Heart, which springs
The nobler Joys of Heav'n to know.

Not all the fairest Sons of Light,
That lead the Army round thy Throne,
Can bound its Flight; it presseth on,
And seeks it's Rest in GOD alone.

Fix'd near th' immortal Source of Bliss,
Dauntless and joyous it surveys
Each Form of Horror and Distress,
That Earth, combin'd with Hell, can raise.

This feeble Flesh shall faint, and dye;
This Heart renew its Pulse no more;
Ev'n now it views the Moment nigh,
When Life's last Movements all are o'er.

But come, thou vanquish'd King of Dread,
With thine own Hand thy Pow'r destroy;
'Tis thine to bear my Soul to GOD,
My Portion, and eternal Joy.