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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

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


All ye who thirst for blood!--for fwoln withpride,
Each haughty wretchblafphemesthy facred name,
And bellows his reproaches to affront

Thy glorious Majesty. Thy foes I hate
Worfe than my own. O Lord! explore my foul!
See if a flaw or ftain of fin infects

Down to the gloom of Tartarus profound,
There too I find thee, in the lowest bounds
Of Erebus, and read thee in the fcenes
Of complicated wrath: I see thee clad
In all the majesty of darkness there.


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
That guides my feet to thy own heaven and thee.

27. An Hymn to the Supreme Being. An Imitation of the 104th Pfalm.


Quid prius dicam folitus parentis
Ludibus? qui res bominum ac dearum,
Qui mare & terras, varitfjue mundum
Temperat boris?

When darkness rul'd with univerfal fway,
He fpoke, and kindled up the blaze of day;
First, faireft offspring of th' omnific word!
Which like a garment cloth'd its fov'reign Lord.
On liquid air he bade the columns rife,
That prop the ftarry concave of the skies;
Diffus'd the blue expanfe from pole to pole,
And (pread circumfluent æther round the whole.
Soon as he bids impetuous tempefts fly,
To wing his founding chariot thro' the sky,
Impetuous tempefts the command obey,
Suitain his flight, and fweep th' aërial way.
Fraught with his mandates, from the realms on
Unnumber'd hosts of radiant heralds fly [high,
From orb to orb, with progrefs unconfin'd,
As lightning fwift, refiftlefs as the wind.

In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung,
And bade its centre reft for ever strong;
Heav'n, air, and fea, with all their storms in vain
Affault the bafis of the firm machine.
At thy almighty voice old Ocean raves,
Wakes all his force, and gathers all his waves;
Nature lies mantled in a wat'ry robe,
And fhoreless billows revel round the globe:
O'er highest hills the higher furges rife,
Mix with the clouds, and meet the fluid fkies.
But when in thunder the rebuke was giv'n,
That fhook th' eternal firmament of heav'n; ̧
The grand rebuke th' affrighted waves obey,
And in confufion fcour their uncouth way;
And pofting rapid to the place decreed,
Wind down the hills,and fweep the humble mead.
Reluctant in their bounds the waves fubfide;
The bounds, impervious to the lashing tide,
Restrain its rage; whilft, with inceffant roar,
It shakes the caverns, and affaults the fhore.


Here rifing boughs, adorn'd with fummer's | Nor does our world alone its influence fhares


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.

Now orient gems the eastern skies adorn,
And joyful nature has the op'ning morn:
The rovers, conscious of approaching day,
Fly to their shelters, and forget their prey.
Laborious man, with moderate flumber bleft,
Springs cheerful to his toil from downy reft;
Till grateful evening with her argent train,
Bid labour ceafe, and eafe the weary fwain.
"Hailfov reign goodness! all-productive mind!,
On all thy works thyself infcrib'd we find:
How various all, how varioufly endow'd,
How great their number,and each part how good!
How perfect then muft the great Parent fhine,
Wlo with one act of energy divine,
Lad the vall plan, and finish'd the defign!"
Where'er the pleafing fearch my thoughts

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,
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!


And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, When even at laft the folemn hour fhall com
Who thaketh'aftonish'd world,lift high to heav'n And wing my myftic flight to future worlds
Th'impeteous fong,andfay from whom you rage. I cheerful will obey; there, with new power
His praife, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; Will rifing wonders fing: I cannot go
And let me catch it as I mufe along.
Where univerfal love not fmiles around,
Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound: Suftaining all yon orbs, and all their funs:
Ye fofter floods that lead the humid maze From feeming evil ftill adducing good,
Along the vale; and thou majestic main, And better thence again, and better still,
A fecret world of wonders in thyself,
In infinite progreffion.-But I lofe
Sound his ftupendous praife, whofe greater voice Myfelf in Him, in light ineffable!
Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. Come then, expreffive filence, mufe his praife
So roll your incenfe,herbs,and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to Him, whofe fun exalts,
Whofe breath perfumes you, and whofe pencil

Ye forefts bend, ye harvests wave to Him;
Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Ye that keep watch in heav'n, as earth afleep
Unconscious lies, effufe your mildest beams,
Ye conftellations, while your angels ftrike,
Amid the fpangled fky, the filver lyre.
Great fource of day) bleft image here below
Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,
From world to world, the vital ocean round,
On nature write with every beam his praife.
The thunder rolls: be hufh'd the proftrate world;
While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn.
Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye moffy rocks,
Retain the found: the broad refponfive low,
Ye valleys, raife; for the Great Shepherd reigns;
And his unfuffering kingdom yet will come.
Ye woodlands, all awake: a boundless fong
Burftfrom the groves! and when the reftlefsday,
Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep,
Sweetest of birds! fweet Philomela, charm
The listening fhades,andteach thenight hispraife.
Ye chief for whom the whole creation fmiles;
At once the head, the heart, the tongue of all,
Crown the great hymn! In fwarming cities vaft,
Aflembled men to the deep organ join
The long-refounding voice, oft breaking clear,
At folemn paufès, thro' the fwelling bafe;
And as each mingling flame increases each,
In one united ardour rife to heav'n.
Or if you rather choofe the rural fhade,
And find a fane in every facred grove:
There let the thepherd's flute the virgin's lay,
The prompting feraph, and the poet's lyre,
Still fing the God of Seafons as they roll.
For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the bloffom blows; the Summer ray
Ruflets the plain; infpiring Autumn gleams;
Or Winter rifes in the blackening east:
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
Should fate command me to the fartheft verge
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to fong; where first the fun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his fetting beam
Flames on th' Atlantic ifles, tis nought to me:
Since God is ever prefent, ever felt,
In the void waste as in the city full;

§ 31. Hymn to Humanity. Langhorne. PARENT of virtue, if thine ear


Attend not now to forrow's cry;
If now the pity-streaming tear

Should haply on thy cheek be dry;
Indulge my votive ftrain, O sweet Humanity


Come, ever welcome to my breast!
A tender, but a cheerful guest.
Nor always in the gloomy cell
Of life-confuming forrow dwell;
For forrow, long-indulg'd and flow,
And grief, that makes the heart its prey;
Is to Humanity a foe;
Wears Senfibility away,

Then comes, fweet nymph, instead of thee,
The gloomy fiend, Stupidity.

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that fiend be banish'd far,
Nor ever let me cease to know
Though paffions hold eternal war!
The pulfe that throbs at joy or woe.
When forrow fills a brother's eye;
Nor let my vacant cheek be dry,
Nor may the tear that frequent flows
From private or from focial woes,
E'er make this pleafing fenfe depart,
Ye Cares, O harden not my heart!


If the fair ftar of fortune fmile,

Let not its flattering power beguile;
Nor, borne along the fav'ring tide,
My full fails well with bloating pride.
Let me from wealth but hope content,
Remembering ftill it was but lent;
To modeft merit fpread my store,
Unbar my hofpitable door;
Nor feed, for pomp, an idle train,
While want unpitied pines in vain.

If Heaven, in every purpose wife,
The envied lot of wealth denies;
If doom'd to drag life's painful load
Through poverty's uneven road,
And, for the due bread of the day,
Deftin'd to toil as well as pray;
To thee, Humanity, ftill true,
I'll with the good I cannot do;
And give the wretch, that paffes by,

And where He vital spreads, there must be joy. A foothing word-a tear-a sigh.


6. How

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