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In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze
I hear the voice of God among the trees.
With thee in fhady folitudes I walk,
With thee in bufy crowded cities talk;
In every creature own thy forming power,
In each event thy providence adore.

Thy hopes fhall animate my drooping foul,
Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear controul:
Thus fhall I reit, unmov'd by all alarms,
Secure within the temple of thine arms,
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,
And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

Then when the laft, the closing hour draws nigh,

And earth recedes before my fwimming eye; When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate I ftand, and stretch my view to either state; Teach me to quit this tranfitory scene With decent triumph and a look ferene; -Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on higli, And, having liv'd to thee, in thee to die.


§ 4. Hymn on Gratitude. WEEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rifing foul furveys;
Tranfported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the filent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Thy tender care beftow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom thofe comforts flow'd.
When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedlefs fteps I ran,
Thine arm unfeen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face,
And when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with

Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs
Has made my cup run-o'er,

And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

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THE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, And feed me with a fhepherd's care; His prefence shall my wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the fultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant; To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary wand'ring steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, Amid the verdant landskip flow. Tho' in the paths of Death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I ftray, Thy bounty thall my pains beguile: The barren wildernefs fhall fmile, With fudden greens and herbage crown'd; And ftreams fhall murmur all around.

6. Another Hymn, from the beginning of 1
19th Pfalm. Addifon.

THE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,,
And fpangled Heavens, a fhining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:
Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r difplay,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning earth,
Repeats the ftory of her birth:
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,

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Ye angels, catch the thrilling found!
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy fing:
Let ev'ry lift'ning faint above
Wake all the tuneful foul of love,

And touch the sweetest string. Join, ye loud fpheres, the vocal choir; Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire, The mighty chorus aid: Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain, And praise him in the fhade. Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vaft abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, Who call'd yon worlds from night: "Ye fhades, difpel!"-th' Eternal faid; At once th' involving darkness fled, And nature sprung to light. Whate'er a blooming world contains, That wings the air, that fkims the plains, United praise bestow:

Ye dragons, found his awful name
To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye fwelling deeps below.
Let every element rejoice:
Ye thunders, burft with awful voice
To him who bids you roll;
His praife in fofter notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the foul.

To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own;
Tell, when affrighted nature fhook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at his frown.

Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye infects flutt'ring on the gale,

In mutual concourfe rife:
Crop the gay rofe's vermeil bloom,
And waft its fpoils, a fweet perfume,
In incenfe to the skies.

Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and fing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise

To him who fhap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,

And tun'd your voice to praise.

Let man by nobler paffions fway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;

Spread his tremendous name around,

Him wouldst thou please? With rev'rend awe
Obferve the dictates of his Law:
In fecret on thy couch reclin'd
Search to its depth thy reftless mind,
Till hufh'd to peace the tumult lie,
And wrath and ftrife within thee die.
With pureft gifts approach his fhrine,
And fafe to Him thy care refign.
I hear a hopeless train demand,

"Where's now the with'd Deliv`rer's hand ?"
Do Theu, my God, do Thou reply,
And let thy prefence from on high
In full effufion o'er our head
Its all-enlivening influence fhed.
What joy my confcious heart o'erflows!
Not fuch th' exulting lab'ier knows,
When to his long expecting eyes
The vintage and the harvefts rife,
And, fhadowing wide the cultur'd foil,
With full requital crown his toil.
My weary eyes in fleep I clote,
My limbs, fecure, to reft compofe;
For Thou, great God, fhalt fcreen my head,
And plant a guard around my bed.

§ 11. Pfalm 5th. Merrick.
THE words that from my lips proceed,
My thoughts (for Thou thofe thoughts cant
My God, my King, attentive weigh,
And hear, O hear me, when I pray.
With earlieft zeal, with wakeful care,
To Thee my foul fhall pour its pray`r,

Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the found, And, ere the dawn has ftreak'd the sky,

The gen`ral burst of joy.

Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of cafe,

Fall proftrate at his throne:

Ye princes, rulers, all adore;

Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r
An image of his own.

Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praife th' eternal Source of love,
With youth's enlivening fire:
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh his blefs'd name-then foar away,
And ask an angel's lyre.

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DEFENDER of my rightful caufe,
While anguish from my bofom draws
The deep-felt figh, the ceafelefs pray'r,
O make thy fervant ftill thy care.
That aid, which oft my griefs has heal'd,
To aid again, entreated, yield.
How long, ye fons of pride, how long
Shall falfehood arm your impious tongue,
And erring rage your breast inflame,
My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?
To God my heart fhall vent its woe,
Who, prompt his blessings to bestow
On each whofe breaft has learn'd his fear,
Bows to my plaint the willing ear.

To Thee direct its longing eye:


To Thee, whom nought obscur'd by stain
Can pleafe; whose doors to feet profane
Inexorable ftand; whofe Law
Offenders from thy fight fhall awe.
Let each whofe tongue to lies is turn'd,
Who leffons of deceit has learn'd,
Or thirsts a brother's blood to thed,
Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread.
But I, whofe hope thy Love fupports,
(How great that Love!) will tread thy courts
My knees in lowlieft rev'rence bend,
And tow'rd thy fhrine my hands extend.
Do thou, juft God, my path prepare,
And guard me from each hoftile fnare;
O lend me thy conducting ray,
And level to my steps thy way.
Behold me by a troop inclos'd,
Of falfehood and of guilt compos'd:
Their throat a fepulchre difplays,
Decp, wide, infatiate; in their praise
Lurks fatt'ry, and with fpecious art
Belies the purpose of their heart.
O let the mifchiefs they intend
Retorted on themselves defcend,
And let thy wrath correct their fin,
Whofe hearts thy mercy fails to win.
May all whofe truft on Thee is plac'd,
Peace and delight perpetual taste,
Sav'd by thy care, in fongs of joy
Their ever grateful voice employ,

And flare the gifts on those bestow`d, Who love the name of Jasb's God. To each who bears a guiltless heart, Thy grace its biefing thali impart; Strong as the brazen hield, thy aid Around him cafts its corting thade.

12. Pjaz tab. Merrick. O SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head The fulness of thy vengeance thed. With pitying eye my weakness view, Heal my vex'd foul, my trength renew; And O, if yet my as demand The wife corrections of thy hand, Yet give my pains their bounds to know, And fix a period to my woe. Return, great God, return, and fave Thy servant from the greedy grave. Shall Death's long-filent tongue, O fay, The records of thy pow'r difplay, Or pale Corruption's Itartled ear, Thy praife within its prifon hear? By langour, grief, and care oppreft, With groans perpetual heaves my breaft, And tears, in large profufion fhed, Inceffant lave my leepless bed. My life, though yet in mid career, Beholds the winter of its year, (White clouds of grief around me roll, And Lottile ftorms invade my foul.) Relentiels from my cheek each trace Diy

f youth and blooming health erase, And fpread before my waiting fight The thades of all-obfcuring night.

Hence, ye protine: My Saviour hears; While yet I peak, he wipes my tears, Accepts my pray`r, and bids each foe With thame their vain attempts forego, And, ftruck with horror from on high, In wild diorder backward fly.

His rank awhile, by thy decree,
Th' Angelic Tribes beneath them fee,
Till round him thy imparted rays
With unextinguish'd glory blaze.
Subjected to his feet by Thee,
To him all Nature bows the knee;
The beats in him their Lord behold;
The grazing herd, the bleating fold,
The lavage race, a countless train,
That range at large th' extended plain,
The fowls, of various wing, that fly
O'er the vast defert of the iky,
And all the wat`ry tribes, that glide
Through paths to human fight deny'd.
Immortal King! Through Earth's wide frame,
How great thy honour, praite, and name!

13. Pfalm Stb. Merrick.
IMMORTAL King! Through Earth's wide frame
How great thy honour, praife, and name!
Wote reign o'er diftant worlds extends,
Waste glory, heav'n's vait height tranfcends.
Frants thou canft ftrength upraife,
And their ping tongues to praife:
by thee the vengeance-breathing Foe
Την neuter terrors taught to know,

Is me atonithment fhall ftand,
And bow beneath thy conqu`ring hand,
When rapt in thought, with wakeful eye
In the wonders of the sky,
Watame thy fingers o'er our head
In rich magnificence have spread;
The feat Moon, with waxing horn,
Alegt ethereal region borne;
To bars with vivid luftre crown'd,
That my walk their deftin'd round,
Lord! What is Man, that in thy care
His humble lot thould find a fhare;
Or what the Son of Man, that Thou
Thus to his wants thy ear shouldit bow?

§14. Pfalm 23d. Merrick. Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine! Want fhall never more be mine. In a pafture fair and large He fhall feed his happy Charge, And my couch with tend 'reft care Midit the fpringing grafs prepare. When I faint with fummer's heat, He thall lead my weary feet To the ftreams that ftill and flow Through the verdant meadow flow. He my foul anew fhall frame, And, his mercy to proclaim, When through devious paths I ftray, Teach my steps the better way. Though the dreary vale I tread By the fhades of death o'erfpread; There I walk from terror free, While my ev'ry with I fee By thy rod and staff fupplied; This my guard, and that my guide. While my foes are gazing on, Thou thy fav ring care haft fhown: Thou my plenteous board haft fpread; Thou with oil refresh'd my head; Fill'd by Thee my cup o'erflows; For thy Love no limit knows. Conftant, to my latest end, This my footsteps fhall attend, And fhall bid thy hallow'd Dome Yield me an eternal home.

§ 15. Pfalm. 122. Merrick,


THE feftal Morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd Dome
Thy prefence to adore:
My feet the fummons fhall attend,
With willing fteps thy Courts afcend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.


Ev'n now to our transported eyes Fair Sion's tow'rs in profpect rife;

Within her gates we ftand, And, loft in wonder and delight, Behold ner happy Sons unite

In friendship's firmest band.

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16. Hymn to Cheerfulness-The Author being fick.-Dr. Akenfide.

How thick the fhades of evening clofe!
How pale the sky with weight of nows!
Hafte, light the tapers, urge the fire,
And bid the joyless day retire!
-Alas, in vain I try within
To raise the dull, dejected fcene,
While rous'd by grief these fiery pains
Tear the frail texture of my veins;
While winter's voice, that forms around,
And yon deep death-bell's groaning found
Renew my mind's oppreffive gloom,
Till starting horror fhakes the room.
Is there in Nature no kind power
To footh affliction's lonely hour?
To blunt the edge of dire difeafe,
And teach thefe wintry fhades to please?
Come CHEERFULNESS, triumphant fair,
Shine through the painful cloud of care;

fweet of nguage, mild of mien,
O Virtue's friend and Pleafure's queen!
Affuage the flames that burn my breast,
Attune my jarring thoughts to reft;
And while y gracious gifts I feel,
My fong fhall all thy praife reveal.

As once (twas in Aftrea's reign)
The vernal pow'rs renew'd their train,

It happen'd that immortal Love
Was ranging thro' the spheres above,
And downward hither caft his eye,
The year's returning pomp to spy:
He faw the radiant God of day
Lead round the globe the rofy May;
The fragrant Airs and genial Hours
Were fhedding round him dews and flowers;
Before his wheels Aurora pafs'd,
And Hefper's golden lamp was last.
But, fairest of the blooming throng,
When Health majestic mov'd along,
All gay with fmiles, to fee below
The joys which from her prefence flow,
While earth enliven'd hears her voice,
And fields, and flocks, and swains rejoice;
Then mighty Love her charms confeis'd,
And foon his vows inclin'd her breast,
And, known from that aufpicious morn
The pleafing Cheerfulnefs was born.

Thou, Cheerfulness, by Heav'n defign'd
To rule the pulfe that moves the mind,
Whatever fretful paffion fprings,
Whatever chance or nature brings
To frain the tuneful poize within,
And difarrange the fweet machine;
Thou, Goddefs, with a mafter-band
Doft each attemper'd key command,
Refine the foft and fwell the strong,
Till all is concord, all is fong.

Fair guardian of domeftic life,
Beit banither of home-bred itrife,
Nor fullen lip, nor taunting eye
Deform the fcene where thou art by:
No fickening husband damns the hour
That bound his joys to female pow'r:
No pining mother weeps the cares
That parents wafte on hopeless heirs :
Th' officious daughters pleas'd attend;
The brother rifes to the friend:

By thee their board with flowers is crown'd,
By thee with fongs their walks refound,
By thee their sprightly mornings thine,
And evening-hours in peace decline.

Behold the youth, whofe trembling heart
Beats high with love's unpitied fmart;
Tho' now he trays by rills and bowers,
And weeping wears the lonely hours;
Or, if the nymph her audience deign,
Shames the foft ftory of his pain
With flavish looks, difcolour'd eyes,
And accents faltering into fighs;
Yet thou, aufpicious power, with eafe
Canft yield him happier hearts to please,
Exalt bis mien to manlier charms,
Inftru&t his tongue with nobler arms,
With more commanding paffion move,
And teach the dignity of love.

Friend to the Mufe and all her train,
For thee I court the Mule again;
And may the votive lay difciofe
How much to thy fair aid the owes!
See, when thy touch reveals her mine,
How pure the ftores of fancy shine;


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