Second PART

How wondrous excellent's thy Love! O thou who dwell'st the Heav'ns above! Therefore Men's Sons, when they're distrest, Fly to thy shelt'ring Wings for Rest. With Fatness of thy House supply'd, Their joyful Souls are satisfy'd; From Thee immortal Pleasures rill, Where thou shalt make them drink their fill. Life's Fountain is alone with Thee; Light, in thy glorious Light, we see. To them that know Thee, Love impart; Thy Justice to th' upright in Heart. Let no proud Foot destructive prove; Nor wicked Hand my Hopes remove. The Wicked fall'n are, by Surprise; They are thrust down, no more to rise.