Classic Poem

On hearing the Rev. Mr. B — — preach his first two Sermons at Swallow-Street-Meeting.

The other Night, t'was in a sacred Place,
A lovely Youth did sweetly talk of Grace;
With wonder and delight I set to hear
Of Sovereign Love, he spoke so fine and clear.

He preach'd and pray'd with fervency and zeal,
And as he spoke, did seem each Word to feel;
Again he comes, again my Soul is fed,
With sacred Food, Oh! sure t'was heavenly Bread!

But why such raptures with thy Servant, Lord!
'Tis only thou sweet comforts can afford;
I'll leave the stream and to the Fountain fly,
Rest on thy Love, and in-thy Bosom lie.