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ELEGANT EXTRACT S.
BOOK THE FIRST.
SACRED AND MORAL.
§ 2. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call upon
Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly ft With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Ye Mits and Exhalations that now rife
§ 3. On the Deity. Mrs. BARBAULD. READ God's awful name emblazon'd high With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky; Nor lefs the myftic characters I fee
Wrought in each flower, inferib'd on ev'ry tree;
In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze
Thy hopes fhall animate my drooping foul, Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear controul: Thus fhall I reft, 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 clofing hour draws
And earth recedes before my fwimming eye;
$5. Hymn on Providence. ADDISON. HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, THE And feed me with a thepherd's care: His prefence fhall my wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he thall 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 landfkip flow.
Tho' in the paths of Death I tread,
§ 6. Another Hymn, from the beginning of the 19th Pfalm. ADDISON.
HE 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 wondrous 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 ther turn,
Ye dragons, found his awful name
To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
And trembled at his frown. Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale, Ye infects flutt ring on the gale, In mutual concourse 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 fpring, Harmonious anthems raife
To him who fhap'd your finer mould,
Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
§ 10. Pfalm 4th. MERRICK. 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 falfchood 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 bleflings to bestow On each whofe breaft has learn'd his fear, Bows to my plaint the willing car,
Him wouldst thou please? With rev'rend awe
§ 11. Pfalm 5th. MERRICK.
To Thee, whom nought obfcur'd by fain
And share the gifts on those bestow'd, Who love the name of Jacob's God. To each who bears a guiitlefs heart, Thy grace its bleffings thall impart; Song as the brazen ihield, thy aid Around Lim cafts its cov'ring fhade.
12. Pfalm 6th. MERRICK. SPARE Lord, nor o'er my head The fulness of thy vengeance thed. With pitying eye my weaknefs view, Heal my vex'd foul, my ftrength renew; And O, if yet my fas demand The wife corrections of thy hand, Yet give my pains their bounds to know, And hx a period to my woe. Return, great God, return, and fave Thy fervant from the greedy grave. Shall Death's long-filent tongue, O fay, The cords of thy pow'r difplay, Or pale Corruption's startled car Tay praife within its prifen hear? By languor, grief, and care opprelt, With groans perpetual heaves my breast, And tears, in large profufion fhed, Incetant lave my fleepless bed. My life, though yet in mid career, B.holds the winter of its year, (While clouds of grief around me roll, And hoftile ftorms invade my foul,) Relentlets from my check each trace Of youth and blooming health erase, And fpread before my wafting fight The thades of all-obfcuring night.
Hence, ye profane: My Saviour hears; While yet 1 fpeak, 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 diforder backward fly.
§ 13. Pjulm stb. MERRICK. Mmortal King! Through Earth's wide frame How great thy honour, praife, and name! Whole reign o'er diftant worlds extends, Whofe glory heav'n's vaft height tranfcends. From infants Thou canft ftrength upraife, And form their lifping tongues to praife: By thefe the vengeance breathing Foe Thy mightier terrors taught to know, In mute aftonishment shall stand, And bow beneath thy conqu'ring band. When, rapt in thought, with wakeful cye I view the wonders of the fky, Whofe frame thy fingers o'er our head Ia rich magnificence have fpread; The filent Moon, with waxing horn Along th' ethereal region borne; The Stars with vivid luftre crown'd, That nightly walk their deftin'd round, Lord! What is Man, that in thy care His humble lot fhould find a fhare; Or what the Son of Man, that Thou Thus to his wants thy car fhoulda bow?
§14. Pfalm 23d. MERRICK. O, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want thall never more be mine. In a pasture 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 fhall lead my weary feet To the ftreams that fili and flow Through the verdant meadow flow. He my toal anew fhall frame, And, his mercy to proclaim, When through devious paths I stray, 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 with I fee By thy rod and fstaff supplied; This my guard, and that my guide.. While my foes are gazing on, Thou thy fav'ring care haft fhown; Thou my plentcous 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 hall bid thy hallow'd Dome Yield me an eternal home.