How did his wondrous skill array Tall oaks for future navies grow, The bleating flocks his pasture feeds, That bellow through the Lindian meads, PART IV. WE see the Thames caress the shores, He guides her silver flood; While angry Severn swells and roars, Yet hears her ruler God. The rolling mountains of the deep Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord, And scaly monsters, at thy word, Rush through the northern sea. PART V. THY glories blaze all nature round, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground, Infinite strength, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad, But the sweet beauties of thy grace Pity divine in Jesus' face We see, adore, and love. GOD'S ABSOLUTE DOMINION. LORD, when my thoughtful soul surveys What can winds or planets boast The sun is all in darkness lost, Frost shall be fire, and fire be frost, Lo, the Norwegians, near the polar sky, The vital flame, touch'd with a strange supply, He bids the vital blood in wonted circles flow. Cold steel, expos'd to northern air, Drinks the meridian fury of the midnight Bear, And burns the unwary stranger there. Enquire, my soul, of ancient fame, Look back two thousand years, and see The Assyrian prince transform'd a brute, Once to his court the God of Israel came, I see the furnace blaze with rage They move, they walk across the burning stage It knew the Lord of nature there. Nature, compell'd by a superior cause, Now breaks her own eternal laws, Now seems to break them, and obeys Her sovereign King in different ways. Father, how bright thy glories shine! How broad thy kingdom, how divine! Nature, and miracle, and fate, and chance, are thine. Hence from my heart, ye idols, flee, To chance and nature, tales and lies: His favour is my life, his lips pronounce me dead; CONDESCENDING GRACE. IN IMITATION OF PSALM CXIV. WHEN the Eternal bows the skies, With scorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings; Rides on a cloud disdainful by A sultan or a czar, Laughs at the worms that rise so high, He bids his awful chariot roll To visit every humble soul, Why should the Lord, that reigns above, Disdain so lofty kings? Say, Lord, and why such looks of love Upon such worthless things? Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares Dispute his awful will? Ask no account of his affairs, But tremble and be still. Just like his nature is his grace, All sovereign, and all free; Great God, how searchless are thy ways! How deep thy judgments be! |