The Spirit and the bride say, Come.@Revelation 22:17
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Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Is­aac Watts, Ho­ræ Lyr­icæ, 1709, Book 1, page 71. Look­ing up­ward.

Morn­ing­ton ar­ranged from Gar­rett C. Well­es­ley, cir­ca 1760, in Da­vid’s Harp, by Ed­ward Mill­er, 1805 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Garrett C. Wellesley (1735–1781)
Earl of Mornington

The heavens invite mine eye,
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
Thus groveling on the ground.

My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raise me swift and high.

Beyond those crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They’re but the porches to Thy courts,
And paintings of Thy walls.

Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air;
I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.

I feel my powers released
From their old fleshy clod;
Fair guardian, bear me up in haste,
And set me near my God.