A HYMN. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 20-21. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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A HYMN . My God , whose all-pervading eye Scans earth beneath and heav'n above , Witness if here or there thou see'st An object of mine equal love . Not the gay scenes , where mortal men Pursue their bliss , and find their woe , Detain my rising heart , which springs The noblest joys of Heav'n to know . Not all the fairest sons of light , That lead the army round thy throne , Can bound it's course , it presseth on . And seeks it's rest in God alone . Fixt near the immortal source of bliss , Firm and undaunted it surveys Each shape of horror and distress , That Earth combin'd with Hell can raise . This feeble flesh shall faint and die , This heart renew it's pulse no more ; Ev'n now it views the moment nigh , When life's last movements shall be o'er . Thou vanquish'd King of Terrors , come ! With thine own hand thy power destroy ; Approach , and bear my soul to God , My portion and eternal joy .