ZEAL
.
I.
DEAD
as
I
am
,
and
cold
my
Breast
,
Untouch'd
by
Thee
,
Celestial
Zeal
,
How
shall
I
sing
th'
unwonted
Guest
?
How
paint
the
Joys
I
cannot
feel
?
II
.
Assist
me
Thou
,
at
whose
Command
The
Heart
exults
,
from
Earth
set
free
!
'Tis
Thine
to
raise
the
drooping
Hand
,
Thine
to
confirm
the
feeble
Knee
.
III
.
'Tis
Zeal
must
end
this
inward
Strife
,
Give
me
to
know
That
Warmth
Divine
!
Thro'
all
my
Verse
,
thro'
all
my
Life
The
Active
Principle
shall
shine
.
IV
.
Where
shall
we
find
its
high
Abode
?
To
Heav'n
the
Sacred
Ray
aspires
,
With
ardent
Love
embraces
GOD
,
Parent
and
Object
of
its
Fires
.
V.
There
its
peculiar
Influence
known
In
Breasts
Seraphic
learns
to
glow
;
Yet
darted
from
th'
Eternal
Throne
,
It
sheds
a
chearing
Light
below
.
VI
.
Thro'
Earth
diffus'd
,
the
Active
Flame
Intensely
for
GOD's
Glory
burns
,
And
always
mindful
whence
it
came
,
To
Heav'n
in
ev'ry
Wish
returns
.
VII
.
Yet
vain
the
fierce
Enthusiast's
Aim
With
This
to
sanctify
his
Cause
;
To
skreen
beneath
this
Awful
Name
The
persecuting
Sword
he
draws
.
VIII
.
In
vain
the
mad
Fanatick's
Dreams
To
This
mysteriously
pretend
;
On
Fancy
built
,
his
airy
Schemes
Or
slight
the
Means
,
or
drop
the
End
.
IX
.
Where
Zeal
holds
on
its
even
Course
,
Blind
Rage
,
and
Bigotry
retires
;
Knowledge
assists
,
not
checks
its
Force
,
And
Prudence
guides
,
not
damps
its
Fires
.
X.
Resistless
then
it
wins
its
Way
;
Yet
deigns
in
humble
Hearts
to
dwell
:
The
humble
Hearts
confess
its
Sway
,
And
pleas'd
the
strange
Expansion
feel
.
XI
.
Superior
far
to
mortal
Things
,
In
grateful
Extasy
they
own
,
(
Such
antedated
Heav'n
it
brings
,
)
That
Zeal
and
Happiness
are
one
.
XII
.
Now
vary'd
Deaths
their
Terrors
spread
,
Now
threat'ning
Thousands
rage
—
In
vain
!
Nor
Tortures
can
arrest
its
Speed
,
Nor
Worlds
its
Energy
restrain
.
XIII
.
That
Energy
,
which
quells
the
Strong
,
Which
cloaths
with
Strength
the
abject
Weak
,
Looses
the
stamm'ring
Infant's
Tongue
,
And
bids
the
Sons
of
Thunder
speak
.
XIV
.
While
Zeal
its
heav'nly
Influence
sheds
,
What
Light
o'er
Moses
Visage
plays
!
It
wings
th'immortal
Prophet's
Steeds
,
And
brightens
fervent
Stephen's
Face
.
XV.
Come
then
,
bright
Flame
,
my
Breast
inspire
;
To
me
,
to
me
be
Thou
but
giv'n
,
Like
them
I'll
mount
my
Car
of
Fire
,
Or
view
from
Earth
an
op'ning
Heav'n
.
XVI
.
Come
then
,
if
mighty
to
redeem
,
CHRIST
purchas'd
thee
with
Blood
Divine
:
Come
,
Holy
Zeal
!
For
Thou
thro'
Him
,
JESUS
Himself
thro'
Thee
is
Mine
!