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The DIVINE NAME Humbly Celebrated, On Occasion of the Translation to Heaven of the Bright Soul of the Pious and Vertuous, MADAM SUSANNA THACHER

Late Consort of the Reverend Mr. PETER THACHER, Pastor of the Church of CHRIST in Milton. September 4. Anno Domini 1724. Ætatis Suae 59.

O SUN of Righteousness! Inspire our Tongue!
Sacred to Heav'n shall be Our Funeral Song.
Th' ALMIGHTY, Not our Broken-Selves, Our Theme,
HIM will we Sing, and we will Sing TO HIM.
We'll Sing to HIM, who MAKER is of All;
But is Himself without Original:
To HIM alone whose All-Creating Turn
Drew Real Substance out of Nothing's Urn:
To HIM alone whose Wondrous Word and Art
Made Flames Leap out and Glorious Spirits start;
Adorning those Sublime Vitalities
With Rare Abilities and Qualities.
We'll Sing to HIM, the Word who did but say,
A Spacious, Numerous World did Him Obey,
Come into Being, and their Homage Pay:
Made Thinking SOULS, in DUST polite and terse,
To View His Glories on the Universe,
(Once very Good;) and in His Glorious SON,
Who Saves th' Elect, who had Themselves Undone.
We'll Sing His Grace, who made Two Stars Combine
And in One Wedlock-Constellation Shine,
In Bright Conjunction, to Irradiate
The Darkned Times of the Domestick State:
Vile Antichrist alone forbad the Band;
Not HE, who holds the Stars in His Right Hand.
We'll Sing HIS Praise, who made the Star we see
Just now Ascending to her Apoge,
A Practick Transcript of the Heav'nly Volume;
Each Line and Letter Bright, in every Column;
Loyal to Heaven; True to her Earthly Guide;
In THACHER's Halls, Six Lustres do Abide
A Blessing Rare; And near One Lustre more
Unto Another MAN OF GOD before.
We'll Sing HIS Thanks who Sanctify'd Her Youth;
And Fill'd Her Soul with Grace, Her Mind with Truth;
The Law of Kindness at her Lips, Sent forth,
Than Worlds of Shining Gold and Pearls more worth;
Made Her not Trust in Duties, but yet Love 'em;
Be much in Duties, and yet much above 'em;
Trusting the Merits of Her Glorious HEAD;
With the Wise Virgins Oil Replenished,
Most inexhaustibly to Her Supply'd,
Death to Outlive, and Endlesly Abide:
Makes Momus Swoon at mention of Her Name,
Th' Infernal Fangs not Fastning on Her Fame.
We'll Sing HIS Praise, who to an Orb much Higher
Removes this Saint, this Gem of Our Desire;
Can We or She Her Taking hence Repine?
We see the Cause presents an Anodyne.
We'll Sing HIS Care Paternal and Dear Love;
He doth not Both Bright Stars at once Remove;
Still Abram stays us to Irradiate,
Tho' 'tis His Pleasure Sarah to Translate.
We'll Sing the Power that makes Him bear the Smart
Of Joynts divuls'd, with an Undaunted Heart:
One Partner's gone, yet He's not left alone:
His GOD is with Him; CHRIST and He make One.
H' Works in Bright Flames of Mysteries Divine,
To Enlighten Souls; CHRIST makes Him strongly shine.
We'll Sing, by Heavens Good Leave, ‘Shine may He long!
And Late, the Cherubims be Plac'd among.’
But, ah polluted Lips, and Songs, and Layes!
We must Go Higher, to Sing JEHOVAH's Praise.
May HE our Souls, and His own Sion Raise.