Rejoicing in an unseen Saviour. 1 Peter i. 8

Mine inward Joys, suppress'd too long, Extatick burst into a Song: From Christ, tho' now unseen, they rise, And reach his Throne beyond the Skies.

His Glories strike the wond'ring Sight Of all the first-born Sons of Light; Beyond the Seraphim they shine, Unrivall'd all, and all divine.

Yet mortal Worms his Friendship boast, And make his saving Name their Trust: Jesus, my Lord, I know him well; He rescu'd me from Death and Hell.

This sinful Heart from GOD estrang'd His new-creating Pow'r hath chang'd, And, mingling with each secret Thought, Maintains the Work, which first it wrought.

He gives to see his Father's Face; He gives my Soul to thrive in Grace, And brings the Views of Glory down, The Beamings of my heav'nly Crown.

Thus entertain'd, while here below Unspeakable my Transports grow; New Joys in swift Succession roll, And Glory fills my silent Soul.