Now Muse assume a softer Strain,
Now sooth the Sinners Raging Smart,
Borrow of  the wondrous Art
To calm the Surging Conscience, and asswage the Pain.
He from a Bleeding God derives
Life for the Souls that Guilt had slain,
And strait the dying Rebel lives,
The Dead arise again.
The opening Skies almost obey
His powerful Song, a Heavenly Ray
Awakes Despair to Light, and sheds a cheerful Day.
His wondrous Voice rolls back the Spheres,
Recalls the Scenes of Ancient Years
To make the Saviour known;
Sweetly the flying Charmer roves
Thro' all his Labours and his Loves,
The Anguish of his Cross, and Triumphs of his Throne.