Gazette Of The United States

MR FENNO,

The insertion of the following in your paper will be agreeable to the serious part of your readers—and it is presumed, will not offend others, as all have a pretence to goodness, since seriousness is the native soil of every virtue."

On a late SACRAMENTAL OCCASION in the North Church.

The Measure in imitation of Watts' "few happy matches."

FROM meaner themes my Muse ascend!
An angel ask some notes to lend,
To sing of Love Divine:
The Heav'ns a brighter lustre shed,
And glory beams around my head,
Since God himself is mine.

The thunders of Mount Sinai, now
No longer fright, its glowing brow,
Nor witness to our guilt;
The louder cries of Jesus' blood
Have quell'd their rage—appeas'd our God—
For this his blood was spilt.

To celebrate this dying love,
And raise their hearts to joys above
This low revolving sphere,
Behold a noble band arrive,
Who boldly dare in Christ believe—
Who dare be Christians here.

Around their Father's board they crowd,
While joyful songs resound aloud,
While ev'ry rapture's high;
Blest prelude to that happy state,
Where feasts and songs, and crowns await,
In realms above the sky.

O! knew the worldling half this joy—
Half these delights, which never cloy,
How would his soul repine,
And mourn the foolish choice he made,
Of earthly pleasures-phantom shade,
In preference to divine.

Awake each sweetly sounding string,
In notes sublime salute your King,
Let love inspire the strain.
And when ye take your glorious flight,
Up to your God, to dwell in light,
O! may I join your train.

CHRISTIAN.