The GLANCE. From the same

When first thy gracious Eye's survey, Ev'n in the midst of Youth and Night, Mark'd me, where sunk in Sin I lay; I felt a strange unknown Delight.

My Soul in all its Pow'rs renew'd Own'd the Divine Physician's Art, So swift the Healing Look bedew'd, Embalm'd, o'er-ran and fill'd my Heart.

Since then I many a bitter Storm Have felt, and feeling sure had dy'd, Had the malicious Fatal Harm Roll'd on its unmolested Tide:

But working still, within my Soul, Thy sweet Original Joy remain'd; Thy Love did all my Griefs controul, Thy Love the Victory more than gain'd.

If the first Glance, but open'd now And now seal'd up, so pow'rful prove, What wondrous Transports shall we know When glorying in thy full-ey'd Love!

When Thou shalt look us out of Pain, And raise us to thy Blissful Sight, With open Face strong to sustain The Blaze of thy unclouded Light!