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Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, Inexorable stand; whose law
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,

Offenders from thy sight shall awe.
Fall prostrate at his throne :

Let each whose tongue to lies is turn'd, Ye princes, rulers, all adore ;

Who lessons of deceit has learn'd, Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r Or thirsts a brother's blood to shed, An image of his own.

Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread. Ye fair, by nature form’d to move,

But I, whose hope thy Love supports, O praise th' eternal Source of love,

(How great that Love!) will tread thy courts, With youth's enlivening fire :

My knees in lowliest reverence bend, Let age like the luneful lay,

And tow'd thy shrine my hands extend. up Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away,

Do thou, just God, my path prepare, And ask an angel's lyre.

And guard me from each hosiile snare;

O lend me thy conducting ray, $ 9. Psalm 41h. Merrick.

And level to my steps thy way. Defender of my rightful cause,

Behold me by a troop inclos'd, While anguish from my bosom draws

Of falsehood and of guilt compos'd :

Their throat a sepulchre displays,
The deep-selt sigh, the ceaseless pray'r,
O make thy servant still thy care.

Deep, wide, insatiate; in their praise
That aid, which oft my griefs has heal'd,

Lurks Aatt'ry, and with specious art To aid again, entreated, yield.

Belies the purpose of their heart. How long, ye sons of pride, how long

O let the mischiefs they intend Shall falsehood arın your impious tongue,

Retorted on themselves descend, And erring rage your breast inflame,

And let thy wrath correct their sin, My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?

Whose hearts thy mercy fails to win. To God my heart shall vent its woe,

May all whose trust on 'Thee is placed, Who, prompt his blessings to bestow

Peace and delight perpetual taste, On each whose breast has learn'd bis fear,

Savd by thy care, in songs of joy Bows to my plaint the willing ear.

Their ever grateful voice employ, Him wouldst thou please? With

And share the gifts on those bestow'd,

ręy'rend awe Observe the dictates of his law :

Who love the name of Jacob's Gou. In secret on thy couch reclin'd

To each who bears a guiltless heart, Search to its depth thy restless mind,

Thy grace its blessings shall impart; Till hush'd to peace the tumult lie,

Strong as the brazen shield, thy aid
And wrath and strife within thec dic.

Around him casts its cov'ring shade.
With purest gifts approach his shrine,
And safe to Ilim thy care resign.

§ 11. Psalin 61h. Merrick. I hear a hopeless train demand,

O spare me, Lord, nor o'er my head “ Where's now the wish'd Deliv'rer's hand ?" The fulness of thy vengeance

shed. Do Thou, my God, do Thou reply,

With pitying eye my weakness view, And let thy presence from on higla

Heal my vex'd soul, my strength renew; In full effusion o'er our head,

And O, if yet iny sins demand Its all-enlivening influence shed.

The wise corrections of thy hand, What joy my conscious heart o'erflows ! Yet give my pains iheir bounds to know, Not such the exulting lab’rer knows,

And fix a period to my woe. When to his long expecting eyes

Return, great God, return, and save The vintage and the harvests rise,

Thy servant from the greedy grare. And, shadowing wile the cultur'd soil, Shall Death's long-silent tongue, O say, With full requital crown his toil.

The records of thy pow'r display, My weary eyes in sleep I close,

Or pale Corruption's startled ear, My limbs, secure, to rest compose ;

Thy praise within its prison hear? For Thou, great God, shalt screen my head, By languor, grief, and care opprest, And plant a guard around my

bed.

With groans perpetual heaves my breast,

And tears, in large profusion shel,
§ 10. Psalm 5th. Merrick.

Incessant lave my sleepless bed.
The words that from my lips proceed, My life, though yet in mid career,
My thoughts (for Thou ihose thoughts canst Beholds the winter of its year,
My God, my King, attentive weigh, [read), (While clouds of grief around me roll,
And hear, O hear me, when I pray.

And hostile storms invade my soul.)
With earliest zeal, with wakeful care,

Relentless from my cheek each trace To Thee my soul shall pour its pray’r, Of youth and blooming health erase, And, ere the dawn has streak’d the sky, And spread before my wasting sight To Thee direct is longing eye :

The shades of all-obscuring night. To Thee, whom nought obscur’d by stain Hence, ye profane: My Saviour hears; Can please ; whose doors to feet profane While yet I speak, he wipes my tears,

:

Accepts my pray'r, and bids each foe

By thy rod and staff supplied ;
With shame their vain attempts forego, This my guard, and that my guide.
And, struck with horror from on high,

While

my foes are gazing on, In wild disorder backward Ay.

Thou thy favoring care hast shown: § 12. Psalm 8th. Merrick.

Thou my plenteous board hast spread;

Thou with oil refresh'd my head; IMMORTAL King! through Earth's wide frame Filld by thee my cup, o'erhows; How great thy honor, praise, and name! For thy love no limit knows. Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends,

Constant, to my latest end, Whose glory, hear'n's vast height transcends. This my footsteps shall attend, From infants thou canst strength upraise,

And shall bid thy hallow'd dome And form their lisping tongues to praise :

Yield me an eternal home. By these the vengeance-breathing Foe

§ 14. Psalm 122d. Merrick. Thy mightier terrors taught to know,

1. In mute astonishment shall stand,

The festal Morn, my God, is come, And bow beneath thy conqu’ring hand,

That calls me to thy honor'd Dome When, rapt in thought, with wakeful eye I riew the wonders of the sky,

Thy presence to adore :

My feet the summons shall attend, Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head

With willing steps thy Courts ascend, In rich magnificence have spread;

And tread the hallow'd floor. The silent Moon, with waxing horn,

2. Along th' ethereal region borne;

Ev’n now to our transported eyes
The stars with vivid lustre crown'd,

Fair Sion's tow'rs in prospect rise ;
That nightly walk their destin'd round.
Lord! What is Man, that in thy care

Within her gates we stand,
His humble lot should find a share;

And, lost in wonder and delight, Or what the Son of Man, that Thou

Behold her happy Sons unite Thus to his wants thy ear shouldst bow?

In friendship's firmest band. His rank awhile, by thy decree,

3. Th' Angelic Tribes beneath them see,

Hither from Judah's utmost end Till round him thy imparted says

The Heav'n-protected Tribes ascend; With unextinguish'd glory blaze.

Their off'rings hither bring: Subjected to his feet by Thec,

Here, eager to attest their joy, To him all Nature bows the knee;

In hymns of praise their tongues employ, The beasts in him their Lord behold;

and hail th’immortal King. The grazing herd, the bleating fold,

4. The savage race, a countless train,

By his Command impell’d, to Her That range at large th' extended plain, Contending Crowds their cause refer; The fowls, of various wing, that Ay

While Princes, from her Throne, ()'er the vast desert of ihe sky,

With equal doom, th' unerring Law And all the wat’ry tribes, that glide

Dispense, who boast their birth to draw Through paths to human sight deny’d.

From Jesse's favor’d Son. Immortal King! through Earth's wide frame,

5. How great thy honor, praise, and name !

Be Peace by Each implor'd on thee, § 13. Psalm 23d. Merrick.

O Salem, while with bended knee

To Jacob's God we pray; Lo, my shepherd's hand divine !

How blest, who calls himself thy Friend! Want shall never more be mine.

Success his labour shall attend, In a pastnre fair and large

And safety guard his way. He shall feed his happy charge,

6. And my couch with tenderest care 'Midst the springing grass prepare.

O mayst thou, free from hostile fear, When I faint with summer's heat,

Nor the loud voice of tumult hear, He shall lead my weary feet

Nor war's wild wastes deplore : To the streams that still and slow

May plenty nigh thee take her stand, Through the verdant meadow flow,

And in thy courts with lavish hand He my soul anew shall frame,

Distribute all her store. And, his mercy to proclaim,

7. When through devious paths I stray,

Seat of my Friends and Brethren, hail ! Teach my steps the better way.

How can my tongue, O Salem, fail Though ihe dreary vale I tread

To bless thy lov'd abode? By the shades of death o'erspread;

How cease the zeal that in me glows There I walk from terror free,

Thy good to seek, whose walls inclosc While my ev'ry wish I sec

The mansion of my God?

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§ 15. An Hymn to the Supreme Being: An Imi- At the glad sign the airy conduits flow, tation of the 104th Psalm. Blacklock. Soften the hills, and cheer the meads below:

By genial fervor and prolific rain, Quid prius dicam solitis Parentis Swifi vegetation clothes the smiling plain: Laudibus ? qui res hominum ac deorum, Nature, profusely good, with bliss o'erflows, Qui mare et terras, variisque mundum And still is pregnant, though she still bestows. Temperat horis?

Hor. Here verdant pastures wide extended lie,

And yield the grazing herd exuberant supply. Arise, my soul! on wings seraphic rise ! Luxuriant waving in the wanion air, And praise th' almighty Sov'reign of the skies; Here golden grain rewards the peasant's care : In whom alone essential glory shines,

Here vines mature with fresh carnation glow, Which not the heav'n of heav'ns, nor boundless and heav'n above diffuses heav'n below.

Erect and tall here mountain cedars rise,
When darkness ruled with universal sway, Wave in the starry vault, and emulate the skies.
He spoke, and kindled up the blaze of day; Here the wing'd crowd, that skim the yielding
First, fairest offspring of ih' omnific word! With artful toil their litile domes prepare ; (air,
Which like a garment cloth'd its sov’reign Lord. Here haich their tender young, and nurse the
On liquid air he bade the columns rise,

-rising care.
the
starry concave of the skies;

Up the steep hill ascends the nimble doc, Diffus'd ihe blue expanse from pole to pole, While timid coneys scour the plains below, And spread circumfluentæther round the whole. Or in the pendent rock elude the scenting foe.

Soon as he bids impetuons tempests fly, He bade the silver m jesty of night To wing his sounding chariot through the sky, Revolve her circles, and increase her light; Impetuous tempests the command obey, Assign'd a province to each rolling sphere, Sustain his fight, and sweep th' aërial way. And taughi the sun to regulate the year. Fraught with lus mandates, from the realms on At his command, wide hov'ring o'er the plain, Unnumber'd hosts of radiant heralds fly [high, Primeval night resumes her gloomy reign: From orb to orb, with progress unconfin'd, Then from their dens, impatient of delay, As lightning swift, resistless as the wind. The savage monsters bend their speedy way,

In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung, Howl through the spacious waste, and chase And bade its centre rest for ever strong;

their frighted prey. Heav'n, air, and sea, with all their storms in vain Here stalks the shaggy monarch of the wood, Assault the basis of the firm machine.

Taught from thy providence to ask his food ! At thy Almighty voice old Ocean raves, To thee, O Father, to thy bounteous skies, Wakes all his force, and gathers all his waves; He rears bis mane, and rolls his glaring eyes: Nature lies mantled in a wat'ry robe,

He roars; the desert trembles wide around, And shoreless billows revel round the globe: Aud repercussive hills repeat the sound. D'er highest hills the higher surges rise,

Now orient gems the eastern skies adorn, Mix with the clouds, and meet the Auid skies. And joyful wature hails the op'ning morn: But when in thunder the rebuke was givin, The rovers, conscious of approaching day, That shook th' eternal firmament of heav'n; Fly 10 their shelters, and forget their prey. The grand rebuke th' attrighted wares obey, Laborious man, with moderate slumber blest, And in confusion scour their uncouth way; Springs cheerful to his toil from downy rest; And posting rapid to the place decreed, (mead. Till grateful evening, with her argent train, Wind down the hills, and sweep the humble Bid labour cease, and ease the weary swain. Reluctant in their bounds the waves subside; “ Hail sov’reign goodness! all-productive The bounds, impervions to the lashing tide, Onallthy works thyself inscrib'd we find : [mind! Restrain its rage; whilst, with incessant roar, How various all, how variously enciow'd, It shakes the caverns, and assaults the shore. Ho:v great their number; and each part how By him, from mountains cloth'din lucid snow,

good! Through fertile vales the mazy rivers fow. How perfect then must the great Parent shine,

Here the wild horse, unconscious of the rein, Who with one act of energy divine
That revels boundless o'er the wide champaign, Laid the vast plain, and finish'd the design!"
Imbibes the silver surge, with heat opprest, Where'er the pleasing search my thoughts
To cool the fever of his glowing breast.

pursue,
Here rising boughs, adorn'd with summer's Unbounded goodness rises to my view;
pride,

Nor does our world alone its influence share; Project their waving umbrage o'er the tide; Exhaustless bounty and unwearied care While, gently perching on the leafy spray, Extends through all th' infinitude of space, Each feather'd warbler tunes his various lay : And circles nature with a kind embrace. And, while thy praise they symphonise around, The azure kingdoms of the deep below, Creation echoes io the grateful sound. Thy pow'r, thy wisdom, and thy goodness show. Wide o'er the heavens the various bow he bends, Here multitudes of various bcings stray, Its tinctures brighten, and its arch extends : Crowd the profound, or on the surface play:

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$ 16. Another Tłymn. Anon. And ev'ry product wast from shore to shore;

How are thy servants blest, O Lord ! Hence meagre want expell’d and sanguine strife,

How sure is their defence !
For the mild charms of cultivated life;

Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Hence social union spreads from soul to soul, Their help omnipotence.
And India joins in friendship with the pole.
Here the huge potent of the scaly train

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Enormous sails incumbent o'er the main,

Supported by thy care, An animated isle! and, in his way,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, Dashes to heaven's blue arch the foamy sea;

And breath'd in tainted air.
When skies and ocean mingle storm and Aame, Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil
Portending instant wreck to nature's frame, Made every region please ;
Pleas'd in the scene, he mocks, with conscious The hoary Alpine hills it warmed,
pride,

And smooth'd the Tyrrhene scas.
The volley'd lightning, and the surging tide;
And while the wrathful elements engage,

Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

How with affrighted eyes
Foments with horrid sport the tempest's rage.

Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
All these thy watchful providence sopplies, In all its horrors rise !
To thee alone they turn their waiting eyes;
For them thou open'st thy exhaustless store,

Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
Till the capacious wish can grasp no more.

And fear in ev'ry heart,
But, if one moment thou thy face should'st When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,
Thy glory clouded, or thy smiles deny’d, [hide,

O'ercame the pilot's art.
Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes, Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
And vents her grief in universal cries :

Thy mercy set me free;
Then gloomy death, with all his meagre train, While in the confidence of pray’r
Wide o'er the nations spreads his dismal reign; My soul took hold on thee.
Sea, earth, and air, the boundless ravage mourn, For though in dreadful whirls we hung
And all their hosts to native dust return.
But when again thy glory is display'd,

High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Reviv'd creation lifts her cheerful head;

Nor impotent to save.
New rising forms thy potent smiles obey,
And life rekindles at the genial ray;

The storm was laid, the winds retir'd
United thanks replenish'd nature pays,

Obedient to thy will; And heav'n and earth resound iheir Maker's The sea, that roar'd at thy command, praise.

At thy command was still. When time shall in eternity be lost,

In midst of dangers, sears, and deaths,
And hoary nature languish into dust,

Thy goodness I'll adore ;
For ever young, thy glory shall remain, And praise thee for thy mercies past,
Vast as thy being, endless as thy reign.

And humbly hope for more.
Thou from the regions of eternal day,
View'st all thy works at one immense survey ;

My life, if thou preserv’st my life,
Pleas'd thou behold'st the whole propensely tend

Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, if death must be my doom,
To perfect happiness, its glorious end.
If thou to earth but turn thy wrathful eyes,

Shall join my soul to thee.
Her basis trembles, and her offspring dies :
Thou smit'st the hills, and at th' Almighty blow

$ 17. Another Ilymn. Anon. Their summits kindle, and their inwards glow. When, rising from the bed of death, While this immortal spark off heav'nly fame

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
Distends my breast and animates my frame: I see my Maker face to face,
To thee my ardent praises shall be borne

O! how shall I appear?
On the first breeze that wakes the blushing inorn; If yet, while pardon may be found,
The latest star shall hear the pleasing sound, And mercy may be sought,
And naiure in full choir shall join around. My heart with inward horror shrinks,
When full of thec my soul excursive flies

And trembles at the thought:
Through earth, air, ocean, or thy regal skies,
From world to world new wonders still I find, When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosd
And all the Godhead Aashes on my mind;

In majesty severe,
When wing'd with whirlwinds, vice shall take its And sit in judgement on my soul,
To the deep bosom of eternal night,

0! how shall I appear?

[Gight To thee my soul shall endless praises pay:

But thou hast told the troubled soul,
Jein, men and angels, join th'exalted lay!

Who does her sins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears

Shall endless woe prevent.

Breathe your

Then see the sorrows of iny heart,

Sound his stupendous praise, whose greater voice Ere yet it be too late:

Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. And hear my Saviour's dying groans,

Soroll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, To give those sorrows weight.

In mingled clouls to Him, whose sun exalts, For never shall my soul despair

Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil Her pardon to procure,

paints. Who knows thy only Son has died

Ye forests bend, ye harvests ware to Him; To make that pardon sure.

still

song into the reaper's heart,

As home he goes beneath the joyous inoon. § 18. A Hymn on the Seasons. Thomson.

Ye that keep watch in heav'n, as earth asleep These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Are but the varied God. The rolling year

Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Great source of day! best image here.below Wide Aush the fields: the softening air is balm; Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, Echo the niountains round; the forest siniles;' From world to world, the vital ocean round, And every sense and every heart is joy. On nature write with every beam his praise.

Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, Thethunder rolls: be hushed the prostrate world; With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun

While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rucks, And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks,

Retain the sound: the broad responsive low, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,

Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns; By brooks and groves, in hollow whisp'ring gales, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfind,

Ye woodlands, all a wake: a boundless song And spreads a common feast for all that lives. Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Around Thee thrown, tempesto'er tempest rollid, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charın Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wing,’ | The listening shades, and teach the night his Riding sublime, Thou bidd'st the world adore, praise. And humblest nature with thy northern blast. Ye chief for whom the whole creation smiles ; Mysterious round! what skill

, what force di- At once the head, the heart, the tongue of all, Deep-felt, in these appear! a simple train, (vine, Crowu the great hymn! In swarıning cities rast, Yet so delightful mixed, with such kind art,

Assembled men to the deep organ join Such beauty and beneficence combin'd; The long resounding voice, oft breaking clear, And all so forming an harmonious whole, At solenin pauses, through the swelling base; Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade; And as each mingling Aaine increases each, That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. In one united ardor rise to hear'n. But wandering oft, with rude inconscious gaze, Or if you rather choose the rural shade, Man marksnoi Thee, marks not the mighty hand and find a fane in every sacred grove: That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; There let the shepherd's Aute, the virgin's lay, Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, thence

Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. The fair profusion that o`erspreads the Spring; For me, when I forget the darling theme, Flings from the sun direct the faming day;

Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempest forth Russets the plain ; inspiring Autumn gleams; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, or Winter rises in the blackening east : With transport touches all the springs of life! Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, Nature attend ! join every living soul

And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,

Should fate command me to the farthest verge In adoration join; and ardent raise

Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, One general song! To him ye

vocal gales

Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Oh talk of him in solitary glooms, [breathes : Flaines on th’ Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me: Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine Since God is ever present, ever felt, Fills the brown shade with a religious awe! In the void waste as in the city full; And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, And where He vital spreads, there must be joy. Who shake th’astonish'd world, lift high to heav'n When even at last the solemn hour shall come,

Th'impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. And wing my mystic fight to future worlds, His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, And let me catch it as I muse along.

Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go, Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound : Where universal love not smiles around, Ye softer Aoods that lead the humid maze Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns : Along the vale; and thou majestic main, From seeming evil still atlducing gond, A secret world of wonders in thyself, And letter thence again, and better still,

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