At thy dread voice the funmon'd billows crowd,
And a ftill filence lulls the wondering flood:
Koll'd up, the crystal ridges ftrike the skies,
Waves peep o'er waves, and feas o'er feas arife.
Around in heaps the liftening furges ftand,
Mute and obfervant of the high command.
Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train,
Rous'd from the fecret chambers of the main.
With favage joy the fons of Egypt cry'd,
(Vaft were their hopes, and boundlefs was their
Let us pursue thofe fugitives of Nile, [pride)

This fervile nation, and divide the fpoil;
And spread fo wide the flaughter, till their blood
Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood.
Oh! what a copious prey their hofts afford,
To glut and fatten the devouring fword!

As thus the yawning gulf the boafters pafs'd,
At thy command rush'd forth the rapid blaft.
Then, at the fignal given, with dreadful fway,
In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring fea;
And now the difentangled waves divide,
Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide.
The deeps alarin'd cali terribly from far
The loud, embattled furges to the war;
Till her proud fons aftonith'd Egypt found
Cover'd with billows, and in tempefis drown'd.
What God can emulate thy power divine,
Or who oppofe his miracles to thine?
When joyful we adore thy glorious name,
Thy trembling foes confe's their fear and fhame;
The world attends thy abfolute command,
And nature waits the wonders of thine hand.
That hand, extended o'er the fwelling fea,
The confcious billows reverence and obey.
O'er the devoted race the furges fweep,
And whelm the guilty nation in the deep.
That hand redeem'd us from our fervile toil,
And each infulting tyrant of the Nile:
Our nation came beneath that mighty hand,
From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's facred land.
Thou wert their Guide, their Saviour, and their
God,

To fmooth the way, and clear the dreadful road.
The diftant kingdoms fhall thy wonders hear,
The fierce Philiftines fhall confefs their fear;
Thy fame fhall over Edom's princes fpread,
And Moab's kings, the univerfal dread;
While the vaft fcenes of miracles impart
A thrilling horror to the braveft heart.
As through the world the gathering terror runs,
Canaan thall thrink, and tremble for his fons:
Till thou haft Jacob from his bondage brought,
At fuch a vaft expence of wonders bought,
To Canaan's promis'd realms and bleft abodes,
Led through the dark recefles of the floods.
Crown'd with their tribes thall proud Moriah rife,
And rear his fuminit nearer to the skies.
Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy bound-
Tefs power,

Thy thronefhall ftand when time fhall be no more:
For Pharaoh's feeds, and cars, and warlike train,
Leap'd in, and boldly rang'd the fandy plain:
While in the dreadful road, and defert way,
The fhining crowds of gasping tithes lay:

Till, all around with liquid toils befet,
The Lord fwept o'er their heads the watery net.
He freed the ocean from his fecret chain, [main.
And on each hand discharg'd the thundering
The loofen'd billow burit from every fide,
And whelm the war and warriors in the tide;
But on each hand the folid billows food,
Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood;
Till the bleft race to promis'd Canaan pals'd
O'er the dry path, and trod the watery waste,

26. The 139th Pfalm paraphrafed. Pitt.

O DREAD Jehovah! thy all-piercing eyes Explore the motions of this mortal frame, This tenement of duft: Thy stretching fight Surveys the harmonious principles, that move In beauteous rank and order, to inform This cafk, and animated mats of clay. Nor are the profpects of thy wondrous fight To this terreftria! part of man confin`d; But foot into his foul, and there difcern The first materials of unfafhion'd thought, Yet dim and undigested, till the mind, Big with the tender images, expands, And, fwelling, labours with th' ideal birth, Where'er I move, thy cares pursue my feet Attendant. When I drink the dews of fleep, Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there enjoy A fweet forgetfulnels of all my toils, Unfeen, thy fov'reign prefence guards my fleep, Wafts all the terrors of my dreams away, Sooths all my foul, and fortens my repofe. Before conception can employ the tongue, And mould the ductile inages to found; Before imagination ftands difplay'd, Thine eye the future eloquence can read, Yet unarray'd with fpeech. Thou, mighty Lord! Hast moulded man from his congenial dust, And spoke him into being; while the clay, Beneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, infpir'd, And started into life: through every part, At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd But fuch exalted knowledge leaves below, And drops poor man from its fuperior sphere.

In vain, with reafon's ballaft, would he try To item th' unfathomable depth: his bark O'ericts, and founders in the valt abyfs. Then whither fall the rapid fancy run, Though in its full career, to fpeed my flight From thy unbounded prefence? which, alone, Fills all the regions and extended space Beyond the bounds of nature! Whither, Lord Shall my unrein'd imagination rove, To leave behind thy Spirit, and out-fly [Spread Its influence, which, with brooding wings out Hatch'dunfledg'dnaturefrom the dark profound If mounted on my tow'ring thoughts I climb Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold The blaze of thy unclouded majetty! In the pure empyrean thee I view, High thron'd above all height, thy radiant fhrim Throng'd with the proftrate Seraphs, who receiv Beatitude paft utterance! If I plunge

Dow

pride,

Project their waving umbrage o'er the tide;
While, gently perching on the leafy spray,
Each feather'd warbler tunes his various lay:
And, while thy praise they fymphonife around,
Creation echoes to the grateful found.
Wide o'er the heavens the various bow he bonds;
Its tinctures brighten, and its arch extends :
At the glad fign the airy conduits flow,
Soften the hills, and cheer the meads below:
By genial fervour and prolific rain,
Swift vegetation clothes the fmiling plain:
Nature, profufely good, with blifs o'erflows,
And ftill is pregnant, tho' the ftill bestows,

Here verdant paftures wide extended lie,
And yield the grazing herd exuberant fupply.
Luxuriant waving in the wanton air,
Here golden grain rewards the peafant's care:
Here vines mature with fresh carnation glow,
And heav'n above diffuses heav'n below.
Erect and tall here mountain cedars rife,
Wave in the starry vault, and emulate the skies.
Here the wing'd crowd, that skim the yielding'
With artful toil their little domes prepare; [air,
Here hatch their tender young, and nurse the
rifing care,

Up the steep hill ascends the nimble doc,
While timid coneys fcour the plains below,
Or in the pendent rock elude the fcenting foe.S

He bade the filver majefty of night
Revolve her circles, and increase her light;
Affign'd a province to each rolling fphere,
And taught the fun to regulate the year.
At his command, wide hov'ring o'er the plain.
Primaval night refumes her gloomy reign:
Then from their dens, impatient of delay,
The favage monsters bend their speedy way,
Howl thro' the fpacious waste, and chase their
frighted prey.

Here ftalks the fhaggy monarch of the wood, 'Taught from thy providence to ask his food! To thee, O Father, to thy bounteous skies, He rears his mane, and rolls his glaring eyes: He roars; the defert trembles wide around, And repercuffive hills repeat the found.

Exhauftlefs bounty, and unwearied care Extends thro' all th' infinitude of space, And circles nature with a kind embrace.

The azure kingdoms of the deep below, Thy pow'r, thy wifdom, and thy goodnefs thow Here multitudes of various beings ftray, Crowd the profound, or on the furface play: Tall navies here their doubtful way explore, And ev'ry product waft from fhoe to fhore; Hence meagre want expell'd and fanguine ftrife, For the mild charms of cultivated life; Hence focial union fpreads from foul to foul, And India joins in friendship with the pole. Here the huge potent of the fcaly train Enormous fails encumbent o'er the main, An animated ifle! and, in his way, Dafhes to heaven's blue arch the foamy fea: When fkies and ocean mingle storm and flame, Portending inftant wreck to nature's frame, Pleas'd in the fcene, he mocks, with consciou pride,

The volly'd lightning, and the furging tide; And while the wrathful elements engage, Foments with horrid fport the tempelt's rage. All these thy watchful providence fupplies, To thee alone they turn their waiting eyes; For them thou open it thy exhaustless itore, Till the capacious with can grafp no more.

But, if one moment thou thy face thould'f Thy glory clouded, or thy fmiles deny'd, [hide Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes And vents her grief in universal cries: Then gloomy death, with all his meagre train Wide o'er the nations fpreads his difmal reign Sea, earth, and air, the boundlefs ravage mourr And all their hofts to native duft return.

But when again thy glory is difplay'd, Reviv'd creation lifts her cheerful head; New rifing forms thy potent fmiles obey, And life rekindles at the genial ray; United thanks replenish'd nature pays, And heav'n and earth refound their Maker praife.

When time fhall in eternity be loft, And hoary nature languish into duft, For ever young, thy glory fhall remain, Vaft as thy being, endless as thy reign. Thou from the regions of eternal day, View'ft all thy works at one immenfe furvey I'leas'd thou behold it the whole propenfely tes To perfect happinels, its glorious end.

If thou to earth but turn thy wrathful eye Her bafis trembles, and her offspring dies: Thou fmit'ft the hills, and at th Almighty bl Their fummits kindle, and their inwards glo While this immortal fpark of heav'nly fam Diftends my breaft and animates my frame : To thee my ardent praifes fhall be borne On theirft breeze that wakes the bluthing mo The lateft itar fhall hear the pleating found, And nature in full choir fhall join around. When full of thee my foul excursive flies Thro' earth, air, ocean, or thy regal skies;

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From world to world new wonders ftill I find,
And all the Godhead flashes on my mind;
When wing'd with whirlwinds, vice fhall take its
To the deep bofom of eternal night, [flight]
To thee my foul thall endless praises pay:
Join, men and angels, join th' exalted lay!

28. Another Hyma. Anon. How are thy fervants blett, O Lord! How fare is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pafs'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.
Thy mercy fweeten'd every foil
Made every region please;
The huary Alpine hills it warm'd,

And fmooth`d the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my foul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes
Thou w`ft the wide extended deep
In all its borrors rife!

Confation dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy fet me free;

While in the confidence of pray'r
My foul took hold on thee.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not flow to hear,

Nor impotent to fave.

The form was laid, the winds retir'd Obedient to thy will;

The fea, that roar`d at thy command, At thy command was still.

In midft of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And pride thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

My life, if thou preferv'st my life,
Tby facrifice fhall be;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my foul to thee.

29. Another Hymn. Anon. Was rifing from the bed of death, O'rwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I for my Maker face to face,

Of how thall I appear?

If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be fought,
My heart with inward horror fhrinks,
And trembles at the thought:

When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In majefty fevere,

And fit in judgment on my foul,
O! how fhall I appear?

But thou haft told the troubled foul, Who does her fins lament,

The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent.

Then fee the forrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late:
And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give thofe forrows weight.
For never fhall my foul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

30. A Hymn on the Seasons. Thomson. THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these. Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleating Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields: the foftening air is balm; Echo the mountains round; the foreft fmiles; And every fenfe and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy fun And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder fpeaks, Shoots full perfection thro' the fwelling year: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Bybrooks and groves,in hollow whifp'ring gales. Thy bounty thines in Autumn unconfin'd, And fpreads a common feaft for all that lives. In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and ftorms Around Thee thrown,tempefto'er tempest roli'd, Majestic darknefs! On the whirlwind's wing, Riding fublime, Thou bidd'ft the world adore, And humbleft nature with thy northern blast.

Myfterious round! what fkill, what force diDeep-felt, in thefe appear! a fimple train, [vine, Yet fo delightful mix'd, with fuch kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combin`d; And all fo forming an harmonious whole, Shade, unperceiv'd, fo foftening into fhade; That, as they ftill fucceed, they ravish still, But wandering oft, with rude inconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee,marks not the mighty hand That, ever bufy, wheels the filent fpheres ; Works in the fecretdeep; fhoots, fteaming, thence The fair profufion that o'erfpreads the Spring; Flings from the fun direct the flaming day; Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempet forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the fprings of life. Nature attend! join every living feul Beneath the fpacious temple of the iky, In adoration join; and ardent raife One general fong! To him ye vocal gales, Breathefoft,wholefpiritinyour freshnetsbreathes: Oh talk of him in folitary glooms, Where o'er the rock the fcarcely waving pine Fills the brown fhade with a religious awe!

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