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.
Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ, Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart,
That tastes thofe gifts with joy. Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll purfue; And after death in diftant worlds
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,My 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 lost 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 bcftow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom thofe comforts flow'd. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth With heedlefs steps I ran, Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe, 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 hast thou With health renew'd my face, And when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace. 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.
The glorious theme renew. When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy fhall adore. Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful fong I'll raife, For O! eternity's too fhort To utter all thy praise.
THE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd'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 fteps 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 fteadfast heart fhall 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 th 19th Pfalm. Addison.
THE fpacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled 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,
Caen the tidings as they roll, Add the truth from pole to pole. Whe thongh in folemn filence all More mund the dark terreftrial ball! Want to nor real voice nor found Amid their radiant orbs be found! In rear they all rejoice, Aal utter a glorious voice, For ever finging as they thine,
The hand that made us is Divine."
§7. Amber Hymn. Tur ghrinus armies of the sky To tatt, Almighty King, Tramont anthems confecrate, And hallelujahs fing.
But fill their most exalted flights
Flaky thort of thee: Hird at then must human praise From tay perfections be! Trbox, my God, fhall I refrain, W to my ravish'd fenfe Each every where around Dis thy excellence! Tights that fhine above, 1. the eternal dance, Real Kilful Maker's praise With ent elegance. The ches of the morn confefs
That thou art ftill more fair, We Eat its beams revive, Tad the fields of air. Tegra, the refreshing breeze
An ev'ry fow`ry bloom Is my whipers own, from Thee Ther pleating odours come. The finging birds, the warbling winds, And waters murm'ring fall, Teatre firit Almighty Caufe With d'rent voices call. This works exalt thee thus, I filent be?
let me ceafe to breathe, Tu ceafe from praifing Thee!
Before the loud melodious fpheres Their tuneful round begun; Before the fhining roads of heav'n Were meafur'd by the fun:
Ere through the empyrean courts One hallelujah rung; Or to their harps the fons of light Ecftatic anthems fung:
Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,
Or prais'd thy wond'rous name; Thy blifs, O facred Spring of life! Thy glory, was the fame.
And when the pillars of the world With fudden ruin break, And all this vaft and goodly frame Sinks in the mighty wreck;
When from her orb the moon shall start, Th' aftonish'd fun roll back,
And all the trembling itarry lamps Their ancient courfe forfake;
For ever permanent and fix'd, From agitation free,
Unchang'd in everlasting years, Shall thy existence be.
99. Another Hymn, from Pfalm 148th. Ogilvie. BEGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay!
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name: Lo! heaven and earth, and feas and kies, In one melodious concert rise,
To fwell th' infpiring theme. Ye fields of light, celestial plains, Where gay tranfporting beauty reigns,
Ye fcenes divinely fair!
Your Maker's wond'rous power proclaim, Tell how he form'd your fhining frame, And breath'd the fluid air.
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 Autt'ring on the gale,
In mutual concourse rife: Crop the gay rofe's vermeil bloom, And waft its fpoils, a sweet 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 hush'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 wish'd Deliv'rer's hand?" Do Theu, my God, do Thou reply, And let thy presence 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'rer knows, When to his long expecting eyes The vintage and the harvests 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.
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 earliest 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.
DEFENDER of my rightful caufe, While anguifh 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 breaft inflame, My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame? To God my heart shall vent its woe, Who, prompt his bleffings 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 obfcur'd by stain Can pleafe; whofe doors to feet profane, Inexorable ftand; whofe Law Offenders from thy fight shall 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 Hatt'ry, and with fpecious art Belies the purpose of their heart. O let the mischiefs 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 far the gifts on those bestow'd, Who love the name of Jacob's God. To each who bears a guiltlefs heart, Thy grace its biefing fhall impart; Strong as the brazen fhield, thy aid Around him cafts its cov'ring fhade.
§ 12 Pfalm 6th. Merrick. O SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head The fulness of thy vengeance fhed. With pitying eye my weakness view, Hell my rex & foul, my ttrength renew; As O, it yet my úns demand The wise corrections of thy hand,
Yer give my pains their bounds to know, Adax a period to my woe. Petar, great God, return, and fave Thy servant from the greedy grave. S. Death's long-filent tongue, O say, The records of thy pow'r difplay, Opale Corruption's startled ear, Tape within its prifon hear? Bangar, grief, and care oppreft, With gruas perpetual heaves my breast, And tears, in large profufion fhed, Inceart have my fleepless bed. Nr, though yet in mid career, Bthe winter of its year, (We clouds of grief around me roll, Arabie Rorms invade my foul.) korst cs from my cheek each trace Un youth and blooming health erase, Apread before my wafting fight 1 g dauts of all-obfcuring night.
Home protune: My Saviour hears; We yet Ik, he wipes my tears, Aman pray`r, and bids each foe With tune ter vain attempts forego, And truck with horror from on high, Is wud durder backward fly.
§ 13. Pfalm 8th. Merrick. ORTAL King! Through Earth's wide frame great tay donour, praise, and name!
n o'er diftant worlds extends, glory, heav'n's vait height tranfcends. Vants thou canft ftrength upraife,
their hiping tongues to praife: *the vengeance-breathing Foe r terrors taught to know, aliment shall stand, treath thy conqu'ring hand, in thought, with wakeful eye e wonders of the sky,
aze tay fingers o'er our head cence have spread; Moon, with waxing horn, enereal region borne;
vivid luftre crown'd, walk their deftin'd round, 1.: Wa Man, that in thy care kama fhould find a share; (what the wa of Man, that Thou Thas to do wants thy ear shouldft bow?
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 favage race, a countless train, That range at large th' extended plain, The fowls, of various wing, that ily O'er the vaft 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, praife, and name !
§ 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 Midft 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 fteps 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 wish 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. 122d. 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 tranfported eyes Fair Sion's tow'rs in profpect rife; Within her gates we ftand, And, loft in wonder and delight, Behold her happy Sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.
16. Hymn to Cheerfulness-The Author being fick.-Dr. Akenfide.
How thick the fhades of evening clofe! How pale the sky with weight of fnows! 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 thefe 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 oppreflive 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: O fweet of anguage, mild of mien, O Virtue's friend and Pleasure's queen ! Affuage the flames that burn my breaft, Attune my jarring thoughts to reft; And while t 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 fpy: 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 fec below The joys which from her prefence flow, While earth enliven'd hears her voice, And fields, and flocks, and fwains 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 firain the tuneful poize within, And difarrange the fweet machine; Thou, Goddefs, with a mafter-hand Doft each attemper'd key command, Refine the foft and fwell the strong, Till all is concord, all is fong.
Fair guardian of domestic life, Beft banisher of home-bred itrite, 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 cafe Canft yield him happier hearts to please, Exalt bis mien to manlier charms, Inftruct 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 Mute again; And may the votive lay difclofe 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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