Hymn: The Song of Simeon

ENOUGH, my God, enough! I beg no more:
Nor Thou, tho begg'd, canst greater Grace bestow;
My Prayers at length are answer'd, and I 'adore
The Word, which from thy Mouth did go,
The Word, which like thy Self no change does know
And now Thy Servant is content to die,
Now, as the best time, since Thy Word and Life's so nigh

Nigh is the Word, which Thou to me didst pass,
Nor has Death come, me and Thy CHRIST between;
As nigh is Life, Thy other Word, which I embrace,
And who, that has thus happy been,
In two great Words, fulfill'd one, t'other seen,
Would not like me desire in peace to die,
And mortal Life exchange for Immortality?

In Peace I die, and Thou dismissest me,
My God, in Peace, since with these very Eyes,
Before their change, I Thy Salvation see,
And lack not from the Dead to rise,
As Prophets must to 'approve their Prophecies:
By Faith they only at a distance saw,
What in my Arms I hold, the end of all their Law.

Hail, blest Salvation of the Eternal King!
Hail Thou, who hither bringst it, Blessed Child!
In whom, as holy Bards inspir'd do sing,
Those wondrous Truths shall be fulfill'd,
Which to Immortal Verse shall subject yield!
Hail to you both, prepar'd of God to be,
This Worlds Redemption, Heav'ns and Angels scrutiny!

Such is the great Behest; such is Thy Will,
Who now before all Nations dost prepare
What shall with joyous Praise all Nations fill,
As in Him all have equal share:
Thy Son, who shall to those who' in darkness are,
Rise, as the World's Sun does, with scattered Light,
But Israels Glory be, with Rays like 'his own Flames bright.

The Envoy
SONGS, made in lieu of many more,
(And more than Songs,) which to his Love I owe,
Who, when your Master waited at the Door,
First let him in, and sacred Honours did bestow;
(You, blessed Songs, ith' Temple first to sing,
And then to Descant, on an humbler thing.)
To his, and your lov'd Patron go,
And tho you ne're can recompence
The ease, and leasure both of us have thence,
Proffer the utmost service Verse can do;
And as He is your Ornament,
Be of my grat'itude and his Virtue the fixt Monument.