HYMN. (See the young Spring, with annual Green)

See the young Spring, with annual Green Renew the waving Grove; While Riv'lets thro' the flow'ry Scene In Silver Mazes rove.

By tuneful Birds of ev'ry Wing, Mellodious Strains are play'd; From Tree to Tree their Accents ring, Soft warbling thro' the Shade.

The painted Meads, and fragrant Fields A sudden Smile bestow; A golden Gleam each Valley guilds, Where num'rous Beauties blow.

A thousand gaudy Colours flush, Each od'rous Mountain's Side; Lillies turn pale, and Roses blush, And Tulips spread their Pride.

Thus flourishes the wanton Year, In rich Confusion gay; 'Till Autumn bids the Bloom retire, The Verdure fade away.

Succeeding Cold withers the Woods, While hoary Winter reigns, In Fetters binds the frozen Floods, And shivers o'er the Plains.

And must my Moments thus decline? And must I sink to Death? To Thee, my Spirit I resign, Thou Sov'reign of my Breath.

JESUS my Life, has dy'd, has rose: I burn to meet his Charms! Welcome the Pangs, the dying Throws, That give me to his Arms.