ODES.

I.

THE song that swells creation's space.

Is "Glory to Jehovah :"

The sound that rocks th' Heav'n's base,

Is "Glory to Jehovah."

Round the arched sky it runs,

Thro' the orbs, amid the suns,

Flying swift from sphere to sphere,
Flying 'till it reaches here:

See among the grass it floats!
Hear it in those warbling notes!
E'en the rills that glide along,
Smiling, join the Heav'nly song.

Rocks resound it, billows' roar

Spreads the sound from shore to shore.

II.

CHERUBS sing, in blissful strains,

JESUS triumph o'er his pains :

O'er the powers of sin and death,

O'er the caves of Hell beneath :

Warbling seraphs, Heav'nly fair,

Glide thro' soft celestial air,

Singing sweet of Jesus' love,

Singing, while th' Heav'ns approve.

Yonder see a shining band,

Smiling, gliding, hand in hand!
Garments pure as Heav'nly dew,

Such as Heav'nly mountains shew!
Crowns of bright celestial gems,
Bright as Eden's morning beams;
Full of rapture, full of love,

Near the holy throne they move!

Humbly, reverently, they bow;

Shining crowns are cast as low :

JESUS' glory circles round

Hark! they catch the cherub sound!

"Halleluiah," Heav'nly song,

Halleluiah glides among;

Brighter than the sun at noon;

Softer than the silver moon;

Sweeter than the dawn of day;

Milder than the ev'ning ray;

Lovelier than Arcadia's green;

Is the thought of such a scene.

III.

BALM of Heav'n, balm of peace,

Flow on still! oh, do not cease!

Charm the air with purest joy!

Pure thou art without alloy.

Wealth of earth is sordid dross :

Honor, a deceitful gloss :

Pleasure, is a crested snake,

Shining bright our souls to take :

Disappointment waits on all;

Disappointment rules this ball;

Oh then come and stay with me!

JESUS' peace I fain would see.

IV.

ANOTHER soul has wing'd its flight,

New-escap'd the realms of night :

Upward glides its airy wing;

Lov'lier than th' buds of spring.

See a bright celestial throng, Hastes the 'raptur'd air along, Hitherward they bend their way; Here they shed a brighter day: Greeting soft with looks of love-Now they bear the soul above. ! Mark her bright enraptur❜d eye As they waft to realms on high ! See the bliss that round her glows; Bliss that from her Saviour flows! Eden's rose was pure and fair,

Pure was Eden's morning air,

But this bright and blissful scene,

Purer is than they have been.

Now her eye is cast below,

How she pities mortals' woe!
Waft away, oh blissful soul,
JESUS is our hope, our whole!
He will help us seek the skies :

He will help to thee to rise.

V.

JESUS kind, has been with me,

In Heav'nly festivity.

Sweeter than the balm of spring,

When the zephyr's gentle wing,
Fans the air with tender sighs,

Is the love beyond the skies :
Richer than the starry way,

Softer than th' diamond's ray,

Lovelier than the mountain rose,
Is the joy from JESUS flows:

Take the blossoms from the trees,
Take Arabia's sweetest breeze,
Gather all the landscape's green,
From Arcadia's mountains seen;
Shepherd innocence combine,

With the garlands infants 'twine, In the morning dew of May; Morning dew as pure as they; Lov'lier far than these can be,

JESUS rich has been with me: