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$. Ax Address to the Deity. Thomson. And choral fymphonics, day without night,
On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Fairest of itars, last in the train of night, From every low pursuit ! and feed
If better thou belong not to the dawn, soul
my With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue with thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the finiling morn Sacred, fubfantial, never-fading bliss! [pure; While day arises, that tweet hour of prime.
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, $ 2. Anotber Address to the Deity. YOUNG.
Acknowledge him thy greater, found his praile THOU great arbiter of life and death! In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
Nature's immortal, immaterial fun! And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou Whose all-prolific beam late call'd me forth
fall'ft. From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'rt The worm's inferior, and in rank bencath With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow;
five other wand'ring fires that move To drink the spirit of the golden day;
In myftic dance, not without song, rcsound And triumph in existence; and couldnt know His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light, No motive, but my bliss; and haft ordain’d Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth A rise in blefling! with the Patriarcb's joy,
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Thy call I follow to the land unknown. Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust; And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Or life, or death, is equal; neither weighs!
Vary to our great Maker still new praisc. All weight in this — let me live to Thee!
Yc Mifts and Exhalations that now rise
From hill or streaming lake, dusky or grey, $ 3. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call upon in honour to the ivorld's great Author rite!
Tiil the sun paint your feccy skirts with gold, all the parts of the Creation to join with them in whether to deck with clouds th’uncolour’dsky, extolling their common Maker. Milton.
Or wet the thirsty carth with falling showers, THESE arethy glorious works, Parent of good, Rising or falling
still advance his praise. Almighty, chine this universal frame, His praife ycWinds,that froin four quarters blow, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! Breathe foftor loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines L'ofpeakable, who síttri above these Heavens With every plant in sign of worship wave. To us invisible, or dimly feen
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. The goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light, That singing up to Heaven's gate ascend, Angels; for ye behold hiin, and with longs Bear on your wings and in your Botes lis praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk Through all eternity to Thee
For O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
§ 5. Hymn on Providence.
ADDISON To give us only good; and if the night
THE Lord my pasture Hall prepare, Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd,
And feed me with a shepherd's care : Disperte it, as now light dispels the dark.
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye; § 4. Hymn on Gratitude. ADDISON. My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my inidnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant; In wonder, love, and praise.
To fertile vales, and dewy mcads, O how shall words with equal warmth
My weary wand'ring steps hc leads; The gratitude declare
Where peaceful rivers, foft and Now,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.
Tho' in the paths of Death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My tted fast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful Thade.
Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile :
The barren wilderness shall smile, Unnumber'd coinforts to my
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd;
And streams shall murmur all around.
$ 6. Another Hymn, from the beginning of the When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
19tb Psalm. ADDISON.
HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled Heavens, a shining frame,
Th’unwearied lun, from day to day,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning carth
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And Ipread the truth from pole to pole.
What though in folemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball !
What tho' nor real voice nor found
Amid their radiant orbs be found !
In rcafon's car they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they thine,
“ The hand that made us is Divine."
Anorber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.
HE glorious armies of the sky
Triumphant anthems consecrate,
And all this vast and goodly frame And hallelujahs fing.
Sinks in the mighty wreck; But fill their moft exalted Aights
When from her orb the moon shall start, Fall vaftly short of thee:
Th' astonish'd sun roll back, How diftant then must human praise
And all the trembling starry lamps From thy perfections be!
Their ancient course forsake; Yet how, my God, thall I refrain,
For ever permanent and fix'd, When to my ravilh'd sense
From agitation free, Each creature every where around,
Unchang'd in everlasting years,
Shall thy existence be.
$ 9. Another Hymn, from Psalm 1481b. OGILVIE. Reveal their skilful Maker's praise With filent elegance.
BEGIN, my soul, th’exalted
Let each enraptur'd thought obey, The blushes of the morn confess
And praise th’Almighty's name: That thou art ftill more fair,
Lo! heaven and earth, and feas and skies, When in the East its beams revive,
In one melodious concert riie, To gild the fields of air.
To swell th' inspiring theme. The fragrant, the refreshing breeze
Ye fields of light, celestial plains, Of ev'ry flow'ry bloom
Where gay transporting beauty reigns, In balmy whispers own, from Thee
Ye scenes divinely fair! Their pleasing odours coine.
Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim ; The singing birds, the warbling winds,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the Auid air.
Ye angels, catch the thrilling found !
While all th'adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let ev'ry lift'ning faint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade. Filld up the void of space :
Thou heav'n of hcav’uis, his vast abode, Before the pond'rous earthly globe
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, In fluid air was ftay’d;
Who callid yon worlds from night: Before the ocean's mighty springs
“ Ye shades, dispel !”--th'Eternal said; Their liquid stores display'd :
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.
Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains, Or starry poles werer car'd:
United praise bcitow : Before the loud melodious spheres
Ye dragons found his awful name
To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim
Ye livelling deeps below.
Let every element rejoice :
Ye thunders, built with awful voice Ere through the empyrean courts
To him who bids you roll;
His praise in fofter notes declare,
Each whispering brceze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the foul.
To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Creator own ;
Tell, when attrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,
And trembled at his frown.
Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
When to his long expecting eyes Ye infects Autt'ring on the gale,
The vintage and the harvests rise, In mutual concourse rise:
And, shadowing wide the cultur'd soil, Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
With full requital crown his toil. And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,
My weary eyes in fleep I close, In incense to the skies.
My limbs, fecure, to rest compose; Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and sing;
For Thou, great God, thalt screen my head,
And plant a guard around my bed.
§ 11. Psalm stb. MERRICK.
THE words that from my lips proceed, [read,
My thoughts (for Thou those thoughts canst Let man, by nobler pafsions sway'd,
My God, my King, attentive weigh, The feeling heart, the judging head,
And hear, Ohcar me, when I pray. In heav'nly praise employ;
With earliest zeal, with wakeful care, Spread his tremendous name around,
To Thee my soul thall pour its pray'r,
To Thee direct its longing eye:
Can please; whole doors to feet profane
Inexorable stand; whose Law Ye princes, rules, all adore ;
Offenders from thy light shall awe. Praise him, ye kings, who m. kes your pow'r
Let each whose ongue to lies is turn’d, An image of his own.
Who lesions of deceit has learn’d,
Or thirsts a brother's blood to shed,
Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread.
But I, whose hope thy Love supports,
(How great that Love!) will tread thy courts,
up Sigh his blefs’d name-then foar away,
My knees in lowlieft rev'rence bend,
And tow'rd thy thrine my hands extend.
Do thou, juft God, my path prepare,
Olend me thy conducting ray,
Bchold me by a troop inclos'd, The deep-felt ligh, the ccafeless pray'r,
Offalsehood and of guilt compos’d : O make thy servant still thy care.
Their throat a sepulchre displays,
Deep, wide, insatiate; in their praise
Lurks flatt’ry, and with specious art
Belies the purpose of their heart. And erring rage your breatt inflame,
O let the mischiefs they intend
Retorted on themselves descend,
And let thy wrath correct their fin,
Whose hearts thy mercy fails to win.
May all whose trust on Thec is plac'd
Peace and delight perpetual taste,
Sav'd by thy care, in songs of joy Him wouldit thou please? With rev'rend awe
Their ever grateful voice employ, Observe the diclates of his Law:
And thare the gifts on those bestow'd, In fecret on thy couch reclin'd
Who love the name of Jacob's God. · Search to its depth thy restless mind,
To each who bears a guiltless heart, Tillhuth'd to peace the tumult lic,
Thy grace its bleilings fall impart;
Strong as the brazen thield, thy aid
Around him cafts its cov’ring shade.
SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head And let thy pretence from on high
The fulness of thy vengcance shed. In full colution o’er our head
With pitying eye my weakncís view,
Heal my vex'd soul, my strength renew;
The will corrections of thy hand,
Yet give my pains their bounds to know, Immortal King! Through Earth’swide frame, And fix a period to iny woe.
How great thy honour, praise, and name ! Return, great God, reiurn, and fave Thy fervant from the greedy grave.
14. Psalm 23d. MERRICK. Shail Death's long-filent tongue, O say, The records of thy pow'r display,
Want thall never more be mine, Or pale Corruption's startled ear
In a pasture fair and large Thy praise within its prison hear?
He thall feed his happy Charge, By languor, grief, and care oppressid,
couch with tend'reli care With groans perpetual heaves my breast, 'Midst the springing grass prepare; And tears, in large profufion shed,
When I faint with summer's hcat, Incetiant lave my fleepless bed.
He shall lead my wcary feet My life, though yet in mid career,
To the streams that still and flow Beholds the winter of its year,
Through the verdant mcadow flow. (While clouds of grief around me roll, He my foul anew Thall frame, And hoftile fiorms invade my foul,)
And, his mercy to proclaim, Relentless from my check eachtrace
When through devious paths I stray, O: youth and blooining health erase,
Teach iny steps the better way: And spread before my wasting sight
Though the dreary vale I tread
By the thades of death o'erspread;
Thou thy fav'ring carc haft thown;
Thou my plenteous board halt spread;
Fill'd by Thee my cup o'erflows;
For thy Love no limit knows.
Constant, to my latest end, Whole glory heav'n's vast height transcends.
This my footíteps thall attend, From infants Thou canst strength upraise,
And thall bid thy hallow'd Dome
Yield ine an eternal home.
15. Psalm 122d. MERRICK.
That calls me to thy honour'd Doinc,
Thy prefence to adore : Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head
My feet the summons shall attend, In rich magnificence have spread;
With willing Iteps thy Courts atcend,
And tread the hallow'd floor,
Ev’n now to our transported eyes
Within her gates we stand, His humble lot should find a share;
And, loft in wonder and delight, Or what the Son of Man, that Thou
Bchold her happy Sons unite Thus to his wants thy ear shouldīt bow ?
In fricndihip'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 rays
The Heav'n-protected Tribes afcend; With unextinguish'd glory blaze.
Their ott'rings hither bring; Subjected to his feet by thee,
Here, cager 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 lavage race, a countless train,
By his Command impell’d, to Her That range at large thi’extended plain,
Contending Crowds their cause refer; The fowls, of various wing, that fly
While Princes from her Throne, O'er the vast desert of the sky,
With equal doom, th’unerring Law And all the wat’ry tribes, that glide
Dispense, who boast thcir birth to draw Through paths to human fight deny'd.
From Jele's favour's Son.