The finging birds, the warbling winds, Retain it long, ye ecchoing rocks, And from your hollow winding caves Long let it warble round the spheres, VIII. While I with facred rapture fir'd TH HYMN. By Mrs. Rowe. I. HOU didft, O mighty God, exist Before the ample elements Fill'd up the voids of space. II. Before the pond'rous earthly globe Before the ocean's mighty fprings III. L're thro' the gloom of antient night Before Before the high celestial arch, IV. Before the loud melodious fpheres V. E'er thorough th' empyrean courts Or to their harps the fons of light VI. E'er men ador'd, or angels knew, VII. And when the pillars of the world And all this vaft and goodly frame VIII. When from her orb the moon shall start, While all the trembling starry lamps Their antient course forfake; IX. For ever permanent and fix'd, HYMN. By Mrs. RowE. I. O thee, my God, I hourly figh, Nor covet I the brightest gems A 3 Nor pleafure's foft enticing charms For greater things than thefe from thee IV. Thofe blissful, thofe tranfporting fmiles In vain the gaudy rifing fun. The wide horizon gilds, Comes glitt'ring o'er the filver ftreams, And chears the dewy fields. III: In vain, difpenfing vernal fweets, The morning breezes play; In vain, the birds with chearful fongs, IV.' In vain, unless my Saviour's face V. Oh! vifit then thy fervant, Lord, When, when shall I behold thy face Without those envious dusky clouds VII. When shall that long expected day When my impatient foul shall make A near approach to thee. A HYMN on the Sacrament. By Mrs. RowE. I. ND art thou mine, my dearest Lord! The boldest wishes I can form Unto a pitch more high. 11. Yes, thou art mine, the contract's feal'd III. My fears diffolve: for O what more My |