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And bring him to my feet; high in his heart
Reign thou, and with thy pow'rful influence
Inform his judgment, rectify his will,
Charm his affections with supernal love,
And keep him ever thine, and ever blest.


Lo! at thy gracious word I go,
Glad to perform thy will below;
I'll chace the mist that clouds his sight,
And fill his soul with heav'nly light;
I'll make his deafʼned ear attend,
His stubborn will I'll sweetly bend :
I'll melt the hardness of his heart,
And bid the mountains all depart:
I'll break his bands and set him free,

And bring the rebel home to thee;
With sweet contrition, at thy feet to lay,
Till thou shalt kindly speak his fears away,
And seal him for thine own: then heav'n shall ring
With loud hosannahs to the heav'nly king.

Down from the skies, all potent Grace descends, With speed more swift than from the radiant sun Darts all-prolific rays, or the wing'd flash Of vivid light'ning, hastens thro' the air, Nor stays, till in young Henry's favor'd breast, By pow'r mysterious, (leave unask'd of him) She 'lights, and rests a guest indeed divine : Nor sits she there an idle visitant, But soon her work begins, her glorious work, To form his rebel heart anew for God.

Into his

eyes, she all unseen, distills From the fair fount of life some sacred drops, Which far dispels the mist, and clears his sight, That objects late unseen, appear in view ; And truth, all powerful, breaks upon his mind With force resistless, pathos all divine. His ears, obedient to her touch, fly ope, And list, attentive to instruction's voice; And from his heart, with strength omnipotent, She rolls the stone, dissolves the adamant, And sows the heav'nly seed, which soon shall spring, And rise, and grow to a fair spreading tree, Yielding delicious fruits from every bough. Lo! now he feels sensations rise within, Sensations new and ge, unfelt before : He feels himself immortal, pants for joys, Suited to one, in being rank'd so high : Joys which can make immortal beings bless'd. Earth disappoints his wish, he lifts his eyes, Seeks it no longer there, but, all inflam'd With warm desire, pursues supernal bliss. Syren no more can charm; her pleasing form No more conceals her falsehood from his view; Her voice attracts no more, the snare is broke, And, lo! he runs, he flies from her embrace, As from the op'ning jaws of fearful woe. Her ways he hates, delusive as they are, And with fix'd eye and longing heart beholds The charms sublime which shine in holiness, And pants to find them planted in his breast, That there substantial happiness may reign. He stands astonish'd that his foolish heart,

So long beguil'd by sin's delusive voice,
Should dream of happiness from aught that springs
From her rank soul, or grows below the stars.
Grace leads his mind, in solemn thought to dwell
On murder'd time, lost opportunity,
The sin and folly of his squander'd youth ;
Till from his bosom deep fetch'd sighs burst forth,
Expressive of the pungent grief within.
Grace lays him low in sweet humility ;
And can there be (with mournful voice he cries)
A wretch so lost, a wretch so vile as I!
But lest his feet in sad despair should sink,
Grace to his view presents a pardoning God;
A bleeding Jesus, full of heav'nly love,
And sweet compassion beaming in his eyes,
Upon a throne of love ; and to his feet
Grace brings him, as an humble supplicant,
Imploring mercy, while contrition sweet
Dissolves his heart, and penitential tears
Flow down his cheeks, and wrestle hard with God;
For, lo ! he prayeth, and, with kind regard,
His Father heard his pray'r, and saw his grief,
And hastens with complacence infinite
To seal his pardon, to bestow his peace,
And welcome the returning prodigal
To all the blessings heaven can bestow
In time, and then, when time shall be no more,
But vast eternity forever reign.

Thus, all victorious grace her triumphs spread. But see! in Syren's breast fell rage arise,

From disappointment sprung; her empire fall'n,
Her rites neglected, and herself abhorr'd,
By him so late with her curs'd fetters bound ;
The all-devoted vassal of her will.
This pains her haughty heart, and in her cheeks
Shame and malicious indignation glow;
But practis'd, deep in fraudful mysteries,
She smooths her frowning brow, conceals her rage
In pleasing smiles of deep hypocrisy,
And flies with haste to seek the happy youth ;
If haply with her soft delusive tongue,
She may again attract his ear, again
Delude his heart, and lead him still astray.
She sought not long, for in the flow'ry mead
Henry walk'd forth to taste the balmy sweets
Of the cool ev'ning's mild refreshing air;
And like the patriarch of old, to spend
In meditation sweet his silent hours,
Recluse, in holy converse with his God;
Soon she espied him, and with aspect fair
And flatt'ring words, she taus address'd his ear:


Thou darling of my heart, with longing eye
I've sought thee long, and when I saw thee nigh,
Tumult’ous joys arose within my breast,
Joys too extatic far to be express'd:
Thy absence fill'd my mind with anxious care,
I cannot, Henry, thy least absence bear :
Ah! why hast thou unkindly made me prove,
The pangs that ever wait on slighted love?


Avaunt, thou hateful sorc'ress from my sight To thine own place, the dismal shades of night.


Ah! can thy lips such cruel words declare, Thy lips, which oft to me did homage swear! And can thy heart inconstant prove, and be False to thy solemn vows, and false to me! Why have thy feet forsaken my abode ? Have my commands, all pleasant, prov'd a Yoad ? Did I e'er chide? Did not my hands bestow All thy unbounded wish could grasp

below? I led thy feet in cheerful dances round; With rosy chaplets, I thy temples crown'd: I still thy table spread with viands rare, And daily fed thee with delicious fare ; My gifts I suited to thy ev'ry pow'r, And multiply'd thy pleasures ev'ry hour : And wilt thou, can'st thou, thus ungrateful prove! Ah! Henry, do not thus repay my love.


How could my heart so vain and foolish be, E’er to be cheated and beguild by thee ; True, I was late thy slave, in bondage held, And 'gainst the king of heaven I rebel'd; Lur'd by thy voice, I wander'd far astray In devious paths, far from the peaceful way Of life and happiness. Owond'rous grace! That heav'n should e'er compassionate my case, And bring a wand'rer back, by pow'r divine.

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