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At thy dread voice the funmon'd billows crowd,
This fervile nation, and divide the fpoil;
As thus the yawning gulf the boafters pafs'd,
To fmooth the way, and clear the dreadful road.
Thy thronefhall ftand when time fhall be no more:
Till, all around with liquid toils befet,
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
All ye who thirst for blood!--for fwoln withpride,
Thy glorious Majesty. Thy foes I hate
Down to the gloom of Tartarus profound,
If, on the ruddy morning's purple wings Upbome, with indefatigable courfe I feek the glowing borders of the east, Where the bright fun, emergent from the deeps, With his first glories gilds the fparkling feas, And trembles o'er the waves; ev'n there thy hand Shall thro' the watery defert guide my courte, And o'er the broken furges pave my way, While on the dreadful whirls I hang fecure, And mock the warring ocean. If, with hopes As fond as faife, the darkness I expect To hide, and wrap me in its mantling fhade, Vain were the thought; for thy unbounded ken ARISE, my foul! on wings feraphic rife! Darts thro' the thick 'ning gloom, and pries thro' And praise th' almighty Sov reign of the skies; The palpable obfcure. Before thy eyes [all In whom alone effential glory fhines, Thevanquish dnight throw soff her duiky throwd, Which not the heav'n of heav'ns, nor boundless And kindles into day: the fhade and light fpace contines. To man fill various, but the fame to thee. On thee is all the ftructure of my frame Dependant. Lock'd within the filent womb Sleeping Tiny, and rip'ning to my birth; [there; Yet, Lord, thy cutstretch'd arm preferv'd me Before I mov'd to entity, and trod The verge of being. To thy hallow'd name I'll pay due honours; for thy mighty hand Built this corporeal fabric, when it laid' The ground-work of existence. Hence I read The wonders of thy art. This frame I view With terror and delight; and, wrapt in both, I hartie at myself. My bones, unform'd As yet, nor hardening from the viscous parts, But blended with th unanimated mafs, Thy eye diftinctly view'd; and, while I lay Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd The firit faint dawn of life, with eafe furvey'd The vital glimmerings of the active feeds, Just kinding to existence, and beheld My fubitance scarce material. In thy book Was the fair model of this ftructure drawn, Where every part, in just connection join'd, Compos'd and perfected th' harmonious piece, Ere the dim fpeck of being learn'd to stretch Its ductile form, or entity had known To range and wanton in an ampler fpace. How dear, how rooted in my inmoft foul, Are all thy counfels, and the various ways Of thy eternal providence! the fum So boundless and immenfe, it leaves behind The low account of numbers; and outflies All that imagination e'er conceiv'd: [thores, Le's numerous are the fands that crowd the The barriers of the ocean. When I rife From my foft bed, and fofter joys of fleep, I rife to thee. Yet lo! the impious flight Thy mighty wonders. Shall the fons of vice Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand, And mockthyling ringthunderwhichwithholds Its forky terrors from their guilty heads ? [flv Imbibes the filver furge, with heat oppreft, Thou great tremendous GOD!-Avaunt, and To cool the fever of his glowing breaft.
By him, from mountains cloth'd in lucid (now, Through fertile vales the mazy rivers flow.
Here the wild horfe, unconscious of the rein, That revels boundlefs o'er the wide campaign,
My guilty thoughts; then, lead me in the way
27. An Hymn to the Supreme Being. An Imitation of the 104th Pfalm.
Quid prius dicam folitus parentis
When darkness rul'd with univerfal fway,
In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung,
Here rifing boughs, adorn'd with fummer's | Nor does our world alone its influence fhares
Project their waving umbrage o'er the tide;
Here verdant paftures wide extended lie,
Up the steep hill ascends the nimble doc,
He bade the filver majefty of night
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.
Now orient gems the eastern skies adorn,
Uabruid a goo 1. efs riles to my view;
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;
From world to world new wonders ftill I find,
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,
And fmooth`d the Tyrrhene seas.
Confation dwelt in ev'ry face,
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
While in the confidence of pray'r
For though in dreadful whirls we hung
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,
My life, if thou preferv'st my life,
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,
When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
And fit in judgment on my foul,
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,
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!
And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, When even at laft the folemn hour fhall com
Ye forefts bend, ye harvests wave to Him;
§ 31. Hymn to Humanity. Langhorne. PARENT of virtue, if thine ear
Attend not now to forrow's cry;
Should haply on thy cheek be dry;
Come, ever welcome to my breast!
Then comes, fweet nymph, instead of thee,
that fiend be banish'd far,
If the fair ftar of fortune fmile,
Let not its flattering power beguile;
And where He vital spreads, there must be joy. A foothing word-a tear-a sigh.