The heavens declare, for what they boaft is thine; And yon blue tract, enrich'd with orbs of light, In all its handy-work difplays thy might.

Again the monarch touch'd another strain, Another province claim'd his verse again, Where goodness infinite has fix'd a fway, Whofe outstretch'd limits are the bounds of day. Beneath this empire of extended air, Yet ftill in reach of Providence's care, God plac'd the rounded earth with ftedfaft hand, And bid the bafis ever firmly ftand: He bid the mountains from confufion's heaps Exalt their fummits, and affume their shapes. He bid the waters like a garment spread, To form large feas, and, as .e fpake, they fled. His voice, his thunder, made the waves obey. And forward haften, till they form'd the fea; Then, left with lawlefs rage the furges roar, He mark'd their bounds, and girt them in with fhore, [fteal He fill'd the land with brooks, that trembling Through winding hills, along the flowery vale; To which the beafts, that graze the vale, retreat For cool refreshings in the fummer's heat; While, perch'd in leaves upon the tender fprays, The birds around their finging voices raise. He makes the vapours, which he taught to fly, Forfake the chambers of the clouds on high, And golden harvest, rich with ears of grain And fpiry blades of grafs, adorn the plain; And grapes luxuriant cheer the foul with wine, And ointment fhed, to make the vifage fhine. Through trunks of trees fermenting fap proceeds, To feed, and tinge the living boughs it feeds: So fhoots the fir, where airy forks abide, So cedar, Lebanon's afpiring pride, Whofe birds, by God's appointment, in their neft, With green furrounded, lie fecure of rest; Where fmall increase the barren mountains give, There kines, adapted to the feeding, live; There flocks of goats in healthy pastures browse, And, in their rocky entrails, rabbits houfe. Where forefts, thick with fhrubs, entangled ftand, Untrod the roads, and defolate the land, There clofe in coverts hide the beafts of prey, Till heavy darkness creeps upon the day, Then roar with hunger's voice, and range abroad, And, in their method, feek their meat from God; And, when the dawning edge of eaftern air Begins to purple, to their dens repair. Man, next fucceeding, from the fweet repofe Of downy beds, to work appointed goes.

When first the morning fees the rifing fun,
He fees their labours both at once begun;
And, night returning with i's ftarry train,
Perceives their labours done at once again.
O! manifold in works fupremely wife,
How well thy gracious flore the world fupplies!
How all thy creatures on thy goodness call,
And that beftows a due fupport for all!
When from an open hand thy favours flow,
Rich bounty froops to vifit us below;
When from thy hand no more thy favours ftream,
Back to the duft we turn, from whence we

came;

And when thy fpirit gives the vital heat,
A fure fucceffion keeps the kinds complete;
The propagated feeds their forms retain,
And all the face of earth's renew'd again.
Thus, as you've seen th' effect reveal the caufe,
Is Nature's Ruler known in Nature's laws;
Thus ftill his power is o'er the world difplay'd,
And still rejoices in the world he made.
The Lord he reigns, the King of kings is king;
Let nations praife, and praises learn to fing.

My verfes here may change their style again,
And trace the Pfalmift in another ftrain;
Where all his foul the foldier's fpirit warms,
And to the mufic fits the found of arms;
Where brave diforder does in numbers dwell,
And artful number ípeaks diforder well.
Arife, my genius, and attempt the praise
Of dreaded power, and perilous effays;
And where his accents are too nobly great,
Like diftant echoes, give the faint repeat:
For who, like him, with enterprifing pen,
Can paint the Lord of hofts in wrath with men?
Or with just images of tuneful lay,
Set all his terrors in their fierce array ?
He comes! The tumult of difcording spheres,
The quivering shocks of earth confefs their fears;
Thick fmoke precede, and blasts of angry breath,
That kindle dread devouring flames of death.
He comes the firmament, with difmal night,
Bows down, and feems to fall upon the light :-
The darkling mifts enwrap his head around,
The waters deluge, and the tempests found;
While on the cherub's purple wings he flies,
And plants his black' pavilion in the skies.
He comes the clouds remove; the rattling hail,
Descending, bounds, and scatters o'er the vale :
His voice is heard, his thunder speaks his ire,
His lightning blafts with blue fulphureous fire;
His brandifh'd bolts with fwift commiffion go,
To punish man's rebellious acts below.
His ftern rebukes lay deepest ocean hare,
And folid earth, by wide eruption, tear.
Then glares the naked gulf with difmal ray,
And then the dark foundations fee the day :
O God! let mercy this thy war affuage!
Alas! no mortal can fuftain thy rage.
While I but ftrive the dire effects to tell,
And on another's words attentive dwell,
Confufing paffions in my bofom roll,
And all in tumult work the troubled foul:
Remorfe with pity, fear with forrow blend,
And I but ftrive in vain; my verse, defcend,

To lefs afpiring paths direct thy flight,

might;

While I to fecond agents tune the strings,
And Ifrael's warrior Ifrael's battles fings;
Great warrior he, and great to fing of war,
Whofe lines (if ever lines prevail'd fo far)
Might pitch the tents, compofe the ranks anew,
To combat found, and bring the toil to view.
O nation most securely rais'd in name,
Whole fair records he wrote for endless fame;
O nation oft victorious o'er thy foes,

At once thy conquefts, and thy thanks he shows;
For thus he fung the realms that must be thine,
And made thee thus confefs an aid divine.
When mercy look'd, the waves perceiv'd its sway,
And Ifrael pafs'd the deep divided sea.
When Mercy spake it, haughty Pharaoh's hoft,
And haughty Pharaoh, by the waves were toft.
When Mercy led us through the defert fand,
We reach'd the borders of the promis'd land:
Then all the kings their gather'd armies brought,
And all thofe kings by Mercy's help we fought :
There, with their monarch, Amor's people bleed,
For God was gracious, and the tribes fucceed.
There monftrous Ogg was fell'd on Basan's plain,
For God was gracious to the tribes again.
At length their yoke the realms of Canaan feel,
And Ifrael fings that God is gracious still.

Nor has the warlike prince alone inroll'd
The wondrous feats their fathers did of old;
His own emblazon'd acts adorn his lays,
Thefe too may challenge juft returns of praife.
My God! he cries, my surest rock of might,
My truft in dangers, and my fhield in fight;
Thy matchlefs bounties I with gladness own,
Nor find affistance but from thee alone:
Thy ftrength is armour, and my path success,
No power like thee can thus fecurely bless.
When troops united would arreft my course,
I break their files, and through their order force;
When in their towns they keep, my fiege I form,
And leap the battlements, and lead the storm;
And when in camps abroad intrench'd they lie,
As fwift as hinds in chace 1 bound on high;
My ftrenuous arms thou teachest how to kill,
And fnap in funder temper'd bows of steel;
My moving footsteps are enlarg'd by thee,
And kept from fnares of planned ambush free;
And when my foes forfake the field of fight,
Then, flufb'd with conqueft, I pursue their flight;
In vain their fears, that almoft reach despair,
The trembling wretches from mine anger bear;
As fwift as fear brifk warmth of conqueft goes,
And at my feet dejects the wounded foes;
For help they call, but find their helper's gone,
For God's against then, and I drive them on
As whirling duft in airy tumult fly,
Before the tempeft that involves the sky.
And, in my rage's unavoided fway,
1 tread their necks like abject heaps of clay.
The warrior thus in fong his deeds exprefs'd,
Nor vainly boafted what he but confefs'd;
While warlike actions were proclaim'd abroad,
That all their praises should refer to God.

From private valour he converts his lays,
For yet the public claim'd attempts of praise;
And public conquefts where they jointly fought,
Thus ftand recorded by reflecting thought;
God fent his Samuel from his holy feat
To bear the promife of my future ftate,
And I, rejoicing, fee the tribes fulfil
The promis'd purpofe of almighty will;
Subjected Sichem, fweet Samaria's plain,
And Succoth's valleys, have confefs'd my reign;
Remoter Gilead's hilly tracts obey,

Manaffeh's parted fands accept my fway; [mine,
Strong Ephraim's fons and Ephraim's ports are
And mine the throne of princely Judah's line;
Then fince my people with my ftandard go,
To bring the strength of adverse empire low,
Let Moab's foil, to vile subjection brought,
With groans declare how well our ranks have
fought;

Let vanquish'd Edom bow its humbled head,
And tell how pompous on its pride I tread;
And now, Philiftia, with thy conquering host,
Difmay'd and broke, of conquer'd Ifrael boast;
But if a Seer or Rabbah yet remain

On Johemaan's hill, or Amon's plain,
Lead forth our armies, Lord, regard our pray'r;
Lead, Lord of battles, and we'll conquer there.
As this the warrior fpake, his heart arose,
And thus, with grateful turn, perform'd the close :
Though men to men their best affiftance lend,
Yet men alone will but in vain befriend;
Through God we work exploits of high renown,
'Tis God that treads our great oppofers down.

Hear now the praife of well-difputed fields,
The best return victorious honour yields;
'Tis common good reftor'd, when lovely Peace
Is join'd with righteoufnefs in strict embrace;
Hear, all ye victors, what your fword fecures,
Hear, all ye nations; for the cause is yours;
And when the joyful trumpets loudly sound,
When groaning captives in their ranks are bound,
When pillars lift the bloody plumes in air,
And broken fhafts and batter'd armour bear;
When painted arches acts of war relate,
When flow proceffion's pomps augment the state;
When fame relates their worth among the throng,
Thus take from David their triumphant fong:
Oh, clap your hands together: oh, rejoice
In God with melody's exalted voice;
Your facred pfalm within his dwelling raife,
And, for a pure oblation, offer praife;
For the rich goodness plentifully shows
He profpers our design upon our foes.
Then, hither, all ye nations, hither ran,
Behold the wonders which the Lord has done;
Behold, with what a mind, the heap of flain,
He spreads the fanguine furface of the plain;
He makes the wars, that mad confufion hurl'd,
Be spent in victories, and leave the world.
He breaks the bended bows, the fpears of ire,
And burns the shatter'd chariots in the fire,
And bids the realms be still, the tumults cease,
And know the Lord of war, for Lord of peace.

Now may the tender youth in goodness rise,
Beneath the guidance of their parents eyes,
And tall young poplars, when the ranger's nigh,
To watch their rifings, left they shoot awry.
Now may the beauteous daughters, bred with care,
In modeft rules, and pious acts of fear,
Like polifh'd corners of the temple be,
So bright, fo fpotlefs, and fo fit for thee.
Now may the various feafons blefs the foil,
And plenteous gardeners pay the ploughman's
toil;

Now fheep and kine, upon the flowery meads,
Increase in thousands, and ten thousand heads;
And now no more the found of grief complains
For those that fall in fight, or live in chains;
Here, when the bleffings are proclaim'd aloud,
Join all the voices of the thankful crowd;
Let all that feel them thus confefs their part,
Thus own their worth, with one united heart;
Happy the realm which God vouchfafes to blefs
With all the glories of a bright fuccefs!
And happy thrice the realm, if thus he please
To crown thofe glories with the sweets of eafe;
From warfare finifh'd on a chain of thought,
To bright attempts of future rapture wrought;
Yet ftronger, yet thy pinions ftronger raise,
O Fancy, reigning in the power of lays.
For Sion's hill thine airy courfes hold,
'Twas there thy David prophefy'd of old;
And there devout in contemplation fit,
In holy vifion, and ecstatic fit.

Methinks I feem to feel the charms begin,
Now fweet contentment tunes my foul within;
Now wondrous foft arifing mufe plays,
And now full founds upon the fenfe increase;
Fit David's lyre, his artful fingers move,
To court the fpirit from the realms above;
And, pleas'd to come where holiness attends,
The courted fpirit from above defeends.
Hence on the lyre and voice new graces reft,
And bright prophetic forms enlarge the breast;
Hence firm decrees his myftic hymns relate,
Affix'd in heaven's adamantine gate,
The glories of the most important age,
And Chrift's bleft empire feen by fure prefage.
When, in a diftant view, with inward eyes,
He fees the Son defcending from the skies,
To take the form of man for mankind's fake,
'Tis thus he makes the great Meffiah speak:
It is not, Father, blood of bullocks flain
Can cleanse the world from univerfal stain;
Such offerings are not here requir'd by thee,
But point at mine, and leave the work for me;
To perfect which, as fervants ears they drill,
In fign of opening to their master's will;
Thy will would open mine, and have me bear
My fign of ministry, the body there,
Prophetic volumes of our state affign
The world's redemption as an act of mine;
And lo! with cheerful and obedient heart,
I come, my Father, to perform my part.
So fpake the Son, and left his throne above,
When wings to bear him were prepar'd by love;
When with their Monarch, on the great defcent,
Sweet humblenefs and gentle patience went;

Fair fifters both, both blefs'd in his cftcem,
And both appointed here to wait on him.

But now, before the Prophet's ravish'd eyes,
Succeeding profpects of his life arife;
And here he teaches all the world to fing
Thofe ftrains in which the nations own'd him
King.

When boughs as at an holy feaft they bear,
To fhow the Godhead manifefted there;
And garments, as a mark of glory, ftrow'd,
Declar'd a prince proclaim'd upon the road:
This day the Lord hath made, we will employ
In fongs, he cries, and confecrate the joy.
Hofannah, Lord, Hofannah, fhed thy peace;
Hofannah, long-expecting nations grace;
Oh, blefs'd in honour's height triumphant thou,
That waft to come, oh, bless thy people now.

'Twere easy dwelling here with fix'd delight,
And much the fweet engagement of the fight;
But fleeting vifions each on other throng,
And change the mufic, and demand the fong;
Ah! mufic chang'd by fadly moving show:
Ah! fong demanded in excefs of woe!
For what was all the gracious Saviour's stay,
Whilft here he trod in life's encumber'd way,
But troubled patience, perfecuted breath,
Neglected forrows, and afflicting death;
Approach, ye finners; think the garden fhows
His bloody fweet of full arifing throws;
Approach his grief, and hear him thus complain,
Through David's perfon, and in David's strain.

Oh, fave me, God, thy floods about me roll, Thy wrath divine hath overflow'd my foul: I come at length where rifing waters drown, And fink in deep affliction, deeply down. Deceitful fnares, to bring me to the dead, Lie ready plac'd in every path I tread; And hell itself, with all that hell contains, Of fiends accurs'd, and dreadful change of pains; To daunt firm will, and crofs the good defign'd, With strong temptations faften on the mind; Such grief, fuch forrows, in amazing view, Diftracted fears and heavinefs pursue. Ye fages, deeply read in human frame, The paffions caufes, and their wild extreme; Where mov'd an object more oppos'd to blifs, What other agony could equal his?

The mufic ftill proceeds with mournful airs,
And speaks the dangers, as it fpeaks the fears.
Oh, facred Prefence, from the Son withdrawn:
Oh, God, my Father, whether art thou gone?
Oh, nuft my foul bewail tormenting pain,
And all my words in anguifh fall in vain ?
The trouble's near, in which my life will end;
But none is near, that will affiftance lend;
Like Bafhan's, bulls, my foes against me throng,
So proud, inhuman, numberlefs, and strong.
Like defert lions, on their prey they go,
So much their fierce defire of blood they fhow:
As ploughers wound the ground, they tore my
back,

And long deep furrows manifeft the tract.
They pierc'd my tender hands, my tender feet,
And caus'd fharp pangs, where nerves in num-
bers meet;

Rich ftreams of life forfake my rended veins,
And fall like water fpill'd upon the plains;
My bones. that us'd in hollow feats to close,
Disjoint with anguish of convulfive throes;
My mourning heart is melted in my frame,
As wat diffolving runs before a flame;
My strength dries up, my flesh the moisture leaves,
And on my tongue my clammy palate cleaves :
Alas! I thirft; alas! for drink I call;
For drink they give me vinegar and gall.j
To fportful game the favage foldiers go,
And for my vefture, on my vefture throw;
While all deride, who fee me thus forlorn,

And fhoot their lips, and shake their heads in fcorn.

And, with defpiteful jeft, Behold, they cry,
The great peculiar darling of the sky;
He trufted God would fave his foul from woe,
Now God may have him, if he loves him fo.
But to the dust of death, by quick decay,
1 come; O Father, be not long away.
And was it thus, the Prince of Life was flain?
And was it thus he dy'd for worthless men?
Yes, ble ffed Jefus; thus, in every line,
The fufferings which the prophet spake were thine.
Come, Christian, to the corpfe, in spirit come,
And with true figns of grief furround the tomb.
Upon the threshold stone let fin be slain,
Such facrifice will beft avenge his pain.
Bring thither then repentance, fighs, and tears,
Bring mortify'd defires, bring holy fears;
And earnest prayer expprefs'd from thoughts that

roll

Through broken mind, and groanings of the foul;
Thefe fcatter'd on his hearse, and fo prepare
Thofe obfequies the Jews deny'd him there;
While in your hearts the flames of love may burn,
To drefs the vault, like lamps in facred urn.
There oft, my foul, in fuch a grateful way,
Thine humbleft homage, with the godly pay.
But David ftrikes the founding chords anew,
And to thy first design recals thy view;
From life to death, from death to life he flies,
And fill pursues his object in his eyes;
And here recounts, in more enliven'd fong,
The facred prefence, not abfented long :
The fleth not fuffer'd in the grave to dwell,
The foul not fuffer'd to remain in hell;
But as the conqueror, fatigu'd in war,
With hot pursuit of enemies afar,
Reclines to drink the torrent gliding by,
Then lifts his looks to repoffefs the fky;
So bow'd the Son, in life's uneafy road,
With anxious toil and thorny danger ftrow'd;
So bow'd the Son, but not to find relief,
But tafte the deep imbitter'd floods of grief;
So when he tafted thefe, he rais'd his head,
And left the fable manfions of the dead,
Ere mouldering time confum'd the bones away,
Or flow corruption's worms had work'd decay:
Here faith's foundations all the foul employ
With fpringing graces, fpringing beams of joy;
Then paus'd the voice, where nature's feen to
paule,

And for a time fufpend her ancient laws.

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From hence arifing as the glories rife, That must advance above the lofty skies, He runs with sprightly fingers o'er the lyre, And fills new fongs with new celestial fire In which he fhews, by fair defcription's ray, The Chrift's afcenfion to the realms of day; When justice, pleas'd with life already paid, Unbends her brows, and sheaths her angry blade; And meditates rewards, and will restore What mercy woo'd him, to forfake before. When on a cloud, with gilded edge of light, He rofe above the reach of human fight, And met the pomp that hung aloft in air, To make his honours more exceeding fair; See, cries the prophet, how the chariots wait To bear him upwards, in triumphant state, By twenty thousands in unnumber'd throng, And angels draw the glittering ranks along. The Lord amongst them fits in glory drefs'd, Nor more the presence, Sinai mount confest. And now the chariots have begun to fly, The triumph moves, the Lord afcends on high, And Sin and Satan, us'd to captive men, Are dragg'd for captives in his ample train; While, as he goes, feraphic circles fing The wondrous conqueft of their wondrous King; With fhouts of joy their heavenly voices raise, And with fhrill trumpets manifefst his praise; From fuch a point of fuch exceeding height, A while my verfes stoop their airy flight, And feem for refl on Olivet to breathe, And charge the two that ftand in white beneath; That as they move, and join the moving rear Within their honour'd hands aloft they bear The crown of thorns, the cross on which he dy'd, The nails that pierc'd his limbs, the fpear his fide; Then, where kind mercy lays the thunder by, Where peace has hung great Michael's arms on Let thefe adorn his magazine above, [high; And hang the trophies of victorious love; Left man, by fuperftitious mind entic'd, Should idolize whatever touch'd the Chrift.

But ftill the prophet in the spirit foars To new Jerufalem's imperial doors; There fees and hears the blefs'd angelic throng, There feels their music, and records their fong: Or, with the vision warm'd, attempts to write, For thofe inhabitants of native light, And teaches harmony's diftinguish'd parts, In fweet refpondence of united hearts; For thus without might warbling angels fing Their course containing on the flutter'd wing, Eternal gates your ftately portals rear, Eternal gates! your ways of joy prepare; The King of Glory for admittance stays; He comes, he'll enter, O prepare your ways; Then bright archangels, that attend the wall. Might thus upon the beauteous order call: Ye fellow-minifters, that now proclaim Your King of Glory, tell his awful name. At which the beauteous order will accord, And found of folemn notes pronounce the Lord : The Lord endued with ftrength, renown'd for

might,

With spoils returning from the finish'd fight.

Again with lays they charm the facred gates,
And graces double, while the fong repeats;
Again within the facred guardians fing,
And ask the name of their victorious king;
And then again, the Lord's the name rebounds
From tongue to tongue, catch'd up in frequent
rounds.

New thrones and powers appear to lift the gate,
And David ftill purfues their enter'd state.
Oh, prophet! father whither would't thou fly?
Oh, mythic Ifrael's chariot for the sky;
Thou, facred fpirit! what a wondrous height,
By thee fupported, foars his airy flight!
For glimple of Majefty divine is brought,
Among the shifted profpects of the thought:
Dread, facred fight! I dare not gaze for fear,
But fit beneath the finger's feet, and hear;
And hold each found that interrupts the mind,
Thus in a calm by power of verfe confin'd.

Ye dreadful minifters of God, difpleas'd,
In blafting tempefts be no longer rais'd!
Ye deep-mouth'd thunders, leave your direful groan,
Nor roll in hollow clouds around the throne.
The ftill fmall voice more juilly will express
How great Jehovah did the Lord addrefs.
And you bright-feather'd choirs of endless peace,
A while from tuncful Hallelujah's ceafe;
A while stand fix'd, with deep attentive care,
You'll have the time to fing for ever there.
The royal Prophet will the fence break,
And in his words Almighty goodness speak.
He fpake (and fmil'd to fee the business done),
Thou art my first, my great begotten Son,
Here on the right of Majefty fit down,
Enjoy thy conquest, and receive thy crown,
While I thy worship and renown complete,
And make thy foes the foot-ftool of thy feet;
For I'll pronounce the long-refolv'd decree,
My facred Sion be referv'd for thee.

From thence thy peaceful rod of power extend,
From thence thy Meflenger of mercy fend,
And teach thy vanquish'd enemies to bow,
And rule where hell has fix'd an empire now.
Then ready nations to their rightful king
The free-will offerings of their hearts shall bring,
In holy beauties for acceptance dress'd,
And ready nations be with pardon blefs'd;
Meanwhile thy dawn of truth begins the day,
Enlighten'd fubjects fhall encrcafe the sway;
With fuch a fplendid and unnumber'd train,
As dews in morning fill the grafly plain.
This by myself I fwore; the great intent
Has paft my fanction, and I can't repent:
'Thou art a king, and priest of peace below,
Like Salem's monarch, and for ever fo.

Afk what thou wilt, 'tis thine the Gentiles' claim;
For thy poffeffion take the world's extreme.
The kings fhall rage, the parties ftrive in vain,
By perfecuting rage, to break thy reign;
Thou art my Christ, and they that still can be
Rebellious fubjects be destroy'd by thee.
Bring, like the potter, to fevere decay,
Thy worthlefs creatures, found in humble clay;
Then hear, ye monarchs, and ye judges hear,
Rejoice with trembling, ferve the Lord with fear;

In his commands with figns of homage move,
And kifs the gracious offers of his love:
Ye furely perish if his anger flame,

And only they be blefs'd that blefs his name.
Thus does the Chrift in David's anthems fhine,
With full magnificence of art divine;
Then on his fubjects gifts of grace bestow,
And fpread his image on their hearts below;
As when our earthly kings receive the globe,
The facred unction, and the purple robe,
And mount the throne with golden glory crown'd,
They featter medals of themselves around;
There heavenly fingers clap their vary'd wings,
And lead the choir of all created things.
Relate his glory's everlafting prime,

His fame continued with the length of time;
While, ere the fun fhall dart a gilded beam,
Or changing moons diffufe the filver'd gleam;
Where-e'er the waves of rolling ocean fent,
Encompass land with arms of wide extent.
Hail, full of mercy: ready nations cry!
Hail, oh, for ever, ever blefs'd on high!
Hail, où, for ever on thy beauteous throne!
Thou Lord that workest wondrous things alone!
Still let thy glory to the world appear,
And all the riches of thy goodness hear.

But thou, fair church, in whom he fixes love,
Thou queen accepted of the Prince above;
Behold him, fairer than the fons of men;
Embrace his offer'd heart, and share his reign;
In Mofes' laws they bred thy tender years;
But now to new commands incline thine ears,
Forget thy people, bear no more in mind
Thy father's houfehold, for thy spouse is kind.
Within thy foul let vain affections die,
Him only worship, and with him comply.
So fhall thy fpoute's heart with thine agree,
So fhall his fervour ft:il encrease for thee.
Come, while he calls, fupremely-favour'd queen,
In heavenly glories drefs thy foul within;
With pious actions to the throne be brought,
In clofe connection of the virtues wrought;
Let thefe around thee for a garment fhine,
And be the work to make them pleasing thine:
Come, lovely queen, advance with stately port:
Thy good companions fhall complete thy court,
With joyful fouls their joyful entrance fing,
And fill the palace of your gracious king;
What though thy Mofes and the prophets ceafe,
What though the priesthood leaves the fettled
race,

The father's place their offspring well fupplies,
When at thy fpoufe's miniftry they rife;
When thy blefs'd household on his orders go,
And rule for him where-e'er he reigns below.
Come, queen exalted, come; my lafting fong
To future ages fhall thy fame prolong.
The joyful nations fhall thy praife proclaim,
And, for their fafety, crowd beneath thy name.
Oh, bounteous Saviour! ftill thy mercy kind,
Still what thy David fung thy fervants find;
Still what thy David fung thy fervants fec,
From thee fent down, and fent again to thee.
They fee the words of thanks, and love divine
In ftrains mysterious intermingled shine,