The Works of Mr. Robert Gould In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould] |
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Hymn for Easter-Day.
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If Angels sung a SAVIOUR's BirthOn that Auspicious Morn,
We well may Imitate their Mirth
Now He again is born.
He, frail Mortality shook off,
Puts Incorruption on;
And He that late was crown'd in Scoff,
Now fills th'Eternal Throne.
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Grieve not vain Man, who Mortal art,That thou to Earth must fall;
It was his Portio'n 'twas the Part
Of Him that sav'd us all:
Himself He humbl'd to the Grave,
Made Flesh, like us, to shew
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A Resurrection, too.
III
Let Heav'n and Earth, in Concert joyn'd,His boundless Mercies sing;
Ev'n Hell does now a Conq'rour find,
And Death has lost his Sting.
If, when in Eden Adam fell,
The whole Creation groan'd;
The whole Creation, sure, shou'd smile,
Now Justice is aton'd.
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Hence all ye Faithless, far away,That this great Myst'ery flight;
They that deny an endless Day
Will find an endless Night:
Beyond Time's short and scanty Bounds
The Soul shall surely live;
But when the last loud Trumpet sounds,
You'll then too late believe.
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