Identifier: nightthoughts00youn (find matches)
Title: Night thoughts
Year: 1798 (1790s)
Authors: Young, Edward, 1683-1765
Subjects: Young, Edward, 1683-1765 English poetry Death
Publisher: London : Printed by C. Whittingham for T. Heptinstall
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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0 Of immortality.—And did he rise? Hear, O ye nations! hear it, O ye dead! He rose! He rose! He burst the bars of Death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in— 275 Who is the King of Glory?—He who left His throne of glory, for the pang of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in— Who is the King of Glory?—He who slew 280 The ravnous foe, that gorgd all human race! The King of Glory, He, whose glory filld Heavn with amazement at his love to Man; And with divine complacency beheld Powers most illumind, wilderd in the theme. 285 The theme, the joy, how then shall Man sustain?Oh the burst gates, crushd sting, demolishd throne,Last gasp ofvanquishd Death! Shout, Earth and Heavn!This sum of good to Man: Whose nature, then,Took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb! 290Then, then I rose; then first HumanityTriumphant past the crystal ports of light,(Stupendous guest!) and seizd eternal youth,
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LonJon:Ti,bt;,/,.J No,■. 16ii-_g7Jy ZMptmstnB 2V?Jt>4 Holto THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH. 69 Seizd in our name. Eer since, tis blasphemousTo call Man mortal. Mans mortality, 295 Was then transferrd to Death; and Heavns durationUnalienably seald to this frail frame,This child of dust.—Man, all-immortal! hail;Hail, Heavn! all-lavish of strange gifts to Man!Thine all the glory; Mans the boundless bliss. 300 Where am I rapt by this triumphant theme,On Christian joys exulting wing? AboveTh Aonian mount!;—Alas, small cause for joy!What if to pain immortal ? if extentOf being, to preclude a close of woe? 305 Where, then, my boast of immortality?I boast it still, though coverd oer with guilt;For guilt, not innocence, his life he pourd!Tis guilt alone can justify his death;Nor that, unless his death can justify 310 Relenting guilt in Heavns indulgent sight.If, sick of folly, I relent; he writesMy name in Heavn, with that inverted spear(A spear deep-dipt in blood!) which piered his side.And o

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