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Thy name fhall dwell for ever on my tongue, And guide the facred numbers of my fong; To thee my Mufe fhall confecrate her lays, And every note fhall labour in thy praite; The hallow'd theme fhall teach me how to fing, Swell on the lyre, and tremble on the ftring. Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led, When death flew raging, and the battle bled; And fnatch'd thy fervant in the last despair From all the rifing tumult of the war.

Against strange children vindicate my cause,
Who curfe thy name, and trample on thy laws;
That our fair fons may finile in early bloom,
Our fons, the hopes of all our years to come:
Like plants that nurs'd by foftering fhowers arife,
And lift their spreading honours to the skies:
That our chafte daughters may their charms
difplay,

Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay,
Polish'd, and tall, and fmooth, and fair as they.
Pil'd up with plenty let our barns appear,
And burft with all the Seafons of the Year;
Let pregnant flocks in every quarter bleat,
And drop their tender young in every street.
Safe from their labours may our oxen come,
Safe may they bring the gather'd fummer home.
Oh may no fighs, no ftreams of forrow flow,
To ftain our triumphs with the tears of woe.

Biefs'd is the nation, how fincerely blefs'd!
Of fuch unbounded happiness poffefs'd,
To whom Jehovah's facred naine is known,
Who claim the God of Ifrael for their own.

22. The 3d Chapter of Job. PITT.

OB curs'd his birth, and bade his curfes flow JOB In words of grief, and eloquence of woe; Loft be that day which dragg'd me to my doom, Recent to life, and struggling from the womb; Whofe beams with fuch malignant luftre fhone, Whence all my years in anxious circles run. Loft be that night in undetermin'd space, And veil with deeper fhades her gloomy face, Which crowded up with woes this flender fpan, While the dull mafs rofe quick'ning into man. O'er that curs'd day let fable darkness rife, Shrowd the blue vault, and blacken all the skies; May God o'erlook it from his heavenly throne, Nor roule from fleep the fedentary fun, O'er its dark face to fhed his genial ray, And warm to joy the melancholy day. May the clouds frown, and livid poifons breathe, And ftain heaven's azure with the fhade of death. May ten-fold darkness from that dreadful

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Seize and arreft the ftraggling gleams of light;
pay due vengeance for its fatal crime,
Still be it banish'd from the train of time;
Nor in the radiant lift of months appear,
To ftain the fhining circle of the Year:
There through her dufky range may filence

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| May every star his gaudy light with-hold,
Nor through the vapour fhoot his beamy gold .
Nor let the dawn with radiant skirts come on,
Tipp'd with the glories of the rifing fun;
Becaufe that dreadful period fix'd iny doom,
Nor feal'd the dark receffes of the womb.
To that original my ills I owe;
Heir of affliction, and the fon of woe.
Oh ! had I dy'd unexercis'd in pain,
And wak'd to life, to fleep in death again!
Why did not Fate attend me at my birth,
And give me back to my congenial carth
Why was I, when an infant, footh'd to rest,
Lull'd on the knee, or hung upon the breaft?
For now the grave would all my cares compose,
Conceal my forrows, and inter my woes:
There wrapp'd and lock'd within his cold embrace,
Safe had I lumber'd in the arms of peace;
There with the mighty kings, who lie inroll'd
In clouds of incenfe, and in beds of gold :
There with the princes, who in grandeur fhone
And aw'd the trembling nations from the throne,
Afflicted Job an equal rest must have,
And fhare the dark retirement of the grave;
Or as a fhapelef's embryo feck the tomb,
Rude and imperfect from the abortive womb:
Ere motion's carly principle began,
Or the dim fubftance kindled into man.
There from their monftrous crimes the wicked
Their labouring guilt is weary'd into peace;
There blended fleep the coward and the brave;
Stretch'd with his lord, the undiftinguifh'dilave
Enjoys the common refuge of the grave.
An equal lot the mighty victor fhares,
And lies amidft the captives of his wars;
The fame in death, nor leffen'd by their chains.
With his, thofe captives mingle their remains,
Why curft to bear the painful light of day?
Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray?
And pant in bitterness of foul for death!
O! with what joy the wretches yield their breath,
As a rich prize the diftant blifs they crave,
And find the glorious treafure in the grave.
To combat woe, and tread the round of grief,
Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief
Whom in the toils of fate his God has bound,
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THEN will vain man complain and murmur still,

And ftand on terms with his Creator's will? Shall this high privilege to clay be given? Shall duft ariaign the providence of Heaven?

With reafon's line the boundless distance fcan?
Oppofe heaven's awful majesty to man?
To what a length his vaft dimensions run!
How far beyond the journeys of the fun!
He hung yon golden balls of light on high,
And launch'd the planets through the liquid fky:
To rolling worlds he mark'd the certain space,
Fix'd and sustain'd the elemental peace.

Unnumber'd as those worlds his armies move, And the gay legions guard his realms above; High o'er th'ethereal plains the myriads rife, And pour their flaming ranks along the skies: From their bright arms inceffant fplendors ftream, And the wide azure kindles with the gleam.

To this low world he bids the light repair, Down through the gulphs of undulating air: For man he taught the glorious fun to roll From his bright barrier to his western goal.

How then shall man, thus infolently proud, Plead with his judge, and combat with his God? How from his mortal mother can he come Unftain'd from fin, untinetur'd from the womb? The Lord, from his fublime empyreal throne, As a dark globe regards the filver moon. Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain, Are but the humbleft fweepings of his train; Dim are the brighteft fplendors of the sky; And the fun darkens in Jehovah's eye. But does not fin diffufe a fouler ftain, And thicker darkness cloud the foul of man? Shall he the depths of endless wisdom know? 'This fhort-liv'd fovereign of the world below? His frail original confounds his boast, [duft. Sprung from the ground, and quicken'd from the

24. The Song of Mofes, in the Fifteenth Chapter of Exodus, paraphrafed. PITT. THEN

to the Lord, the vaft triumphant throng Of Ifrael's fons, with Mofes, rais'd the fong. To God our grateful accents will we raife, And every tongue fhall celebrate his praife: Behold difplay'd the wonders of his might; Behold the Lord triumphant in the fight! With what immortal fame and glory grac'd! What trophies rais'd amid the watery wafte! How did his power the steeds and riders sweep Ingulph'd in heaps, and whelm'd beneath the deep! Whom fhould we fear, while he, heaven's awful Unheaths for Ifrael his avenging fword? [Lord, His outstretch'd arm, and tutelary care, Guarded and fav'd us in the laft defpair : His mercy eas'd us from our circling pains, Unbound our fhackles, and unlock'd our chains. To him our God, our father's God, we'll rear A facred temple, and adore him there With vows and incenfe, facrifice and prayer. The Lord commands in war: his matchlefs might

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Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight:
By him the war the mighty leaders form,
And teach the hovering tumult where to storm.
His name, O Ifrael, heaven's eternal Lord,
For ever honour'd, reverenc'd, and ador’d.

When to the fight, from Egypt's fruitful foil, Pour'd forth in myriads all the fons of Nile; The Lord o'erthrew the courfer and the car, Sunk Pharaoh's pride, and overwhelm'd his war. Beneath th'encumber'd deeps his legions lay, For many a league impurpling all the fea: The chiefs, and fteeds, and warriors whirl'd around,

Lay midft the roarings of the furges drown'd.

Who fhall thy power, thou mighty God, withftand,

And check the force of thy victorious hand? Thy hand, which red with wrath in terror rose, To crufh that day thy proud Egyptian focs. Struck by that hand, their drooping iquadrons fall, Crowding in death; one fate o’erwhelms them all.

Soon as thy anger charg'd withvengeance came, They funk like itubble crackling in the flame. At thy dread voice the fùmmon'd billows crowd, And a ftill filence lulls the wondering flood: Roll'd up, the cryftal ridges ftrike the fkies, Waves peep o'er waves, and feas o'er feas arife. Around in heaps the liftening furges ftand, Mute and obfervant of the high command. Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train, Rous'd from the fecret chambers of the main. With favage joy the fons of Egypt cry'd, (Vaft were their hopes, and boundlefs was their Let us purfue thofe fugitives of Nile, [pride) This fervile nation, and divide the fpoil; And spread fo wide the flaughter, till their blood Dyes with a ftronger red the blufhing flood. Oh what a copious prey their hofts afford, To glut and fatten the devouring fword!

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As thus the yawning gulf the boafters pafs'd, At thy command rufh'd forth the rapid blast. Then, at the fignal given, with dreadful sway, In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring fea And now the difentangled waves divide, Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide. The deeps alarm'd call terribly from far The loud, embattled furges to the war; Till her proud fons aftonish'd Egypt found Cover'd with billows, and in tempefts drown'd. What God can emulate thy power divine, Or who oppofe his miracles to thine? When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Thy trembling foes confefs their fear and fhame. The world attends thy abfolute command, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. That hand, extended o'er the fwelling fea, The confcious billows reverence and obey. O'er the devoted race the furges fweep, And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. That hand redeem'd us from our fervile toil, And cach infulting tyrant of the Nile: Our nation came beneath that mighty hand, From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's facred land. Thou wert theirGuide,theirSaviour,and theirGod, To imooth the way, and clear the dreadful road, The diftant kingdoms fhall thy wonders hear, The fierce Philiftines fhall confefs their fear; Thy fame fhall over Edom's princes fpread, And Moab's kings, the univerfal dread;

While the vaft fcenes of miracles impart
A thrilling horror to the braveft heart.
As through the world the gathering terror runs,
Canaan fhall fhrink, and tremble for his fons:
Till thou haft Jacob from his bondage brought,
At fuch a vaft expence of wonders bought,
To Canaan's promis'd realms and bleft abodes,
Led through the dark recesses of the floods.
Crown'd with their tribes shall proud Moriah rife,
And rear his fummit nearer to the skies.
Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy bound-

leis power,

Thy throne fhall ftand when time shall be no more:
For Pharaoh's steeds, and cars, and warlike train,
Leap'd in, and boldly rang'd the fandy plain:
While in the dreadful road, and defert way,
The fhining crowds of gafping fishes lay:
Till, all around with liquid toils befet,
The Lord fwept o'er their heads the watery net.
He freed the ocean from his fecret chain, [main.
And on each hand difcharg'd the thundering
The loofen'd billows burft from every side,
And whelm the war and warriors in the tide;
But on each hand the folid billows ftood,
Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood;
Till the bleft race to promis'd Canaan paft
O'er the dry path, and trod the watery waste.

§ 25. The 139th Psalm paraphrased. PITT.
DREAD Jehovah! thy all-piercing eyes
Explore the motions of this mortal frame,
This tenement of duft: Thy ftretching fight
Surveys th'harmonious principles, that move
In beauteous rank and order, to inform
This cafk, and animated mafs of clay.
Nor are the profpects of thy wondrous fight
To this terreftrial part of man confin'd;
But fhoot into his foul, and there difcern
The firft materials of unfashion'd thought,
Yet dim and undigested, till the mind,
Big with the tender images, expands,
And, fwelling, labours with th'ideal birth.
Where'er I move, thy cares pursue my feet
Attendant. When I drink the dews of fleep,
Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there enjoy
A fweet forgetfulness of all my toils,
Unfeen, thy fov'reign prefence guards my fleep,
Wafts all the terrors of my dreams away,
Sooths all my foul, and foftens my repote.
Before conception can employ the tongue,
And mould the ductile images to found;
Before imagination ftands difplay'd,
Thine eye the future eloquence can read,
Yet unarray'd with fpeech. Thou, mighty Lord!
Haft moulded man from his congenial duft,
And fpoke him into being; while the clay,
Beneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, infpir'd,
And started into life: through every part,
At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd.
But fuch exalted knowledge leaves below,
And drops poor man from its fuperior sphere.
In vain, with reafon's ballaft, would he try
To ftem th`unfathomable depth; his bark

O'erfets, and founders in the vast abyss.
Then whither shall the rapid fancy iun,
Though in its full career, to fpeed my flight
From thy unbounded prefence? which, alone,
Fills all the regions and extended space
Beyond the bounds of nature! Whither, Lord
Shall my unrein'd imagination rove,
To leave behind thy Spirit, and out-fly [fpread,
Its influence, which, with brooding wings out-
Hatch'd unfledg'd naturefrom the dark profound?

If mounted on my tow'ring thoughts I climb
Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold
The blaze of thy unclouded majesty!
In the pure empyrean thee I view,
High thron'd above all height, thy radiant shrine
Throng'd with the proftrate Seraphs, who receive
Beatitude paft utterance! If I plunge
Down to the gloom of Tartarus profound,
There too I find thee, in the lowest bounds
Of Erebus, and read thee in the scenes
Of complicated wrath: I fee thee clad
In all the majefty of darkness there.

If, on the ruddy morning's purple wings Upborne, with indefatigable courfe I feck the glowing borders of the caft, Where the bright fun, emergent from the deeps, With his first glories gilds the fparkling feas, And trembles o'er the waves; ev'n there thy hand Shall thro' the watery defert guide my course, And o'er the broken furges pave my way, While on the dreadful whirls I hang fecure, And mock the warring ocean. If, with hopes As fond as falfe, the darknefs I expect To hide, and wrap me in its mantling fhade, Vain were the thought; for thy unbounded ken Dartsthro'the thick'ning gloom,and priesthrough The palpable obfcure. Before thy eyes [all Thevanquifh'dnight throwsoff her dufky fhrowd, And kindles into day: the fhade and light To man ftill various, but the fame to thee. On thee is all the ftructure of my frame Dependant. Lock'd within the filent womb Sleeping I lay, and rip'ning to my birth; [there; Yet, Lord, thy outftretch'd arm preferv'd me Before I mov'd to entity, and trod The verge of being. To thy hallow'd name I'll pay due honours; for thy mighty hand Built this corporeal fabric, when it laid The ground-work of existence. Hence I read The wonders of thy art. This frame I view With terror and delight; and, wrapt in both, I ftartle at myself. My bones, unform'd As yet, nor hardening from the viscous parts, But blended with th'unaniinated mafs, Thy eye diftinctly view'd; and, while I lay Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd The firft faint dawn of life, with eafe furvey'd The vital glimmerings of the active feeds, Juft kindling to exiftence, and beheld My fubftance fcarce material. In thy book Was the fair model of this ftructure drawn, Where every part, in juft connection join'd, Compos'd and perfected th'harmonious piece, Ere the dim fpeck of being learn'd to ftretch

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Its ductile form, or entity had known
To range and wanton in an ampler space.
How dear, how rooted in my inmost soul,
Are all thy counfels, and the various ways
Of thy eternal providence! the fum
So boundless and immenfe, it leaves behind
The low account of numbers; and outflies
All that imagination e'er conceiv'd:
Lefs numerous are the fands that crowd the
The barriers of the ocean. When I rife
From my foft bed, and fofter joys of fleep,
I rife to thee. Yet lo! the impious flight
Thy mighty wonders. Shall the fons of vice
Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand,
And mock thy ling'ring thunder which withholds
Its forky terrors from their guilty heads [fy
Thou great tremendous GOD!--Avaunt, and
All ye who thirftforblood!--for, fwoln with pride,
Eachhaughty wretch blafphemes thy facred name,
And bellows his reproaches to affront
Thy glorious Majefty. Thy foes I hate
Worle than my own. O Lord! explore my foul!
See if a flaw or ftain of fin infects
My guilty thoughts; then, lead me in the way
That guides my feet to thy own heaven and thee.

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ARISE, my foul! on wings feraphic rife!
And praife th'almighty Sov'reign of the fkics;
In whom alone effential glory fhines,
Which not the heav'n of heav'ns, nor boundless
fpace confines.

When darknefs rul'd with univerfal sway,
He fpoke, and kindled up the blaze of day;
Firft, faireft offspring of th'omnific word!
Which like a garment cloth'd its fov'reign Lord.
On liquid air he bade the columns rife,
That prop the ftarry concave of the fkies;
Diffus'd the blue expanfe from pole to pole,

But when in thunder the rebuke was giv'n,
That fhook th'eternal firmament of heav'n;
The grand rebuke th'affrighted waves obey,
And in confufion fcour their uncouth way;
And pofting rapid to the place decreed,
Wind down the hills,and fweep the humble mead.
Reluctant in their bounds the waves fubfide;
The bounds, impervious to the lashing tide,
Reftrain its rage; whilft, with inceffant roar,
It shakes the caverns, and affaults the shore.

By him, from mountains cloth'd in lucid fnow,
Through fertile vales the mazy rivers flow;

Here the wild horfe, unconfcious of the rein,
That revels boundlefs o'er the wide campaign,
Imbibes the filver furge, with heat oppreft,
To cool the fever of his glowing breaft. [pride,
Here rifing boughs, adorn'd with fummer's
Project their waving umbrage o'er the tide;
While, gently perching on the leafy fpray,
Each feather'd warbler tunes his various lay:
And, while thy praife they fymphonize around,
Creation echoes to the grateful found.
Wide o'er the heav'ns the various bow he bends;
Its tinctures brighten, and its arch extends;
At the glad fign the airy conduits flow,
Soften the hills, and cheer the meads below:
By genial fervour and prolific rain,
Swift vegetation clothes the fmiling plain :
Nature, profufely good, with blifs o'erflows,
And ftill is pregnant, tho' fhe ftill beftows.

Here verdant paftures wide extended lic,
And yield the grazing herd exuberant supply.
Luxuriant waving in the wanton air,
Here golden grain rewards the peafant's care:
Here vines mature with fresh carnation glow,
And heav'n above diffufes heav'n below.
Erect and tall here mountain cedars rife,
Wave in the starry vault, and emulate the skies.
Here the wing'd crowd, that fkim the yielding
With artfultoil their little domes prepare; [air,
Here hatch their tender young, and nurse the
rifing care.

Up the fteep hill afcends the nimble doe,
While timid concy's fcour the plains below,
Or in the pendent rock elude the fcenting foc.
He bade the filver majefty of night

And spread circumfluent æther round the whole.Revolve her circles, and increase her light;
Soon as he bids impetuous tempefts fly,
To wing his founding chariot thro' the sky,
Impetuous tempefts the command obey,
Suftain his fight, and fweep th'aerial way.
Fraught with his mandates, from the realms on
Unnumber'd hofts of adiant heralds fly [high,
From orb to orb, with pregrefs unconfin'd,
As lightning fwift, refiftless as the wind.

In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung,
And bade its centre reft for ever ftrong;
Heav'n, air, and fea, with all their ftorms, in vain
Affault the bafis of the firm machine.
At thy almighty voice old Ocean raves,
Wakes all his force, and gathers all his waves;
Nature lies mantled in a wat'ry robe,
And thorelefs billows revel round the globe:
O'er highest hills the higher furges rile,
Mix with the clouds, and meet the fluid fkies.

Affign'd a province to cach rolling fphere,
And taught the fun to regulate the year.
At his command, wide hov'ring o'er the plain,
Primaval night refumes her gloomy reign:
Then from their dens, impatient of delay,
The favage monsters bend their fpeedy way,
Howl thro' the fpacious waste, and chace their
frighted prey.

Here ftalks the fhaggy monarch of the wood,
Taught from thy providence to afk his food!
To thee, O Father, to thy bounteous skies,
He rears his mane, and rolls his glaring eyes:
He roars; the defert trembles wide around,
And repercuffive hills repeat the found.

Now orient gems the eastern fkies adorn,
And joyful nature hails the op'ning morn:
The rovers, confcious of approaching day,
Fly to their fhelters, and forget their prey.

Laborious

Laborious man, with mod'rate slumber bleft,
Springs cheerful to his toil from downy rest;
Till grateful evening, with her argent train,
Bid labour ceafe, and ease the weary fwain.
"Hail for reign goodness! all-productive mind!
On all thy works thyfelf inscrib'd we find :
How various all, how variously endow'd,
How great their number, and each part how good!
How perfect then muft the great Parent fhine,
Who, with one act of energy divine,
Laid the vaft plan, and finish'd the defign!"
Where'er the pleafing fearch my thoughts pur-
Unbounded goodness rifes to my view; [fue,
Nor does our world alone its influence share;
Exhauftlefs bounty, and unwearied care
Extends thro' all th'infinitude of space,
And circles nature with a kind embrace.

:

The azure kingdoms of the deep below, Thy pow'r, thy wildom, and thy goodness show Here multitudes of various beings ftray, Crowd the profound, or on the furface play : Tall navies here their doubtful way explore, And ev'ry product waft from shore to thore; Hence meagre want expell'd, and fanguine ftrife, For the mild charms of cultivated life; Hence focial union fpreads from foul to foul, And India joins in friendship with the pole. Here the huge potent of the scaly train Enormous fails incumbent o'er the main, An animated ifle! and in his way, Dashes to heav'n's blue arch the foamy fea: When skies and ocean mingle form and flame, Portending inftant wreck to nature's frame, Pleas'd in the fcene, he mocks, with conscious pride,

The volley'd lightning, and the furging tide; And while the watchful elements engage, Foments with horrid fport the tempeit's rage. All these thy watchful providence fupplies, To thee alone they turn their waiting eyes; For them thou open'it thy exhaustless store, Till the capacious wifh can grafp no more.

But, if one moment thou thy face fhouldft Thy glory clouded, or thy fmiles deny'd, [hide, Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes, And vents her grief in univerfal cries

:

Then gloomy death, with all his meagre train, Wide o'er the nations fpreads his difmal reign; Sea, earth, and air the boundless ravage mourn, And all their hefts to native dust return.

But when again thy glory is difplay'd, Reviv'd creation lifts her cheerful head; New rifing forms thy potent fmiles obey, And life rekindles at the genial ray ; United thanks replenifh'd nature pays, [praife. And heav'n and earth refound their Maker's When time fhall in eternity be loft, And hoary nature languish into duft, For ever young, thy glory fhall remain, Vaft as thy being, endless as thy reign. Thou from the regions of eternal day, View'ft all thy works at one immenfe furvey: Pleas'd thou behold'ft the whole propenfely tend To perfect happiness, its glorious end.

If thou to earth but turn thy wrathful eyes, Her basis trembles, and her offspring dies: Thou fmit'ft the hills, and at th`Almighty blow Their fummits kindle, and their inwards glow.

While this immortal spark of heav'nly flame
Diftends my breaft, and animates my frame;
To thee my ardent praises shall be borne
On the first breeze that wakes the blufhing morn;
The latest star fhall hear the pleafing found,
And nature in full choir fhall join around.
When full of thee my foul excurfive flies
Thro' earth, air, ocean, or thy regal skies;
From world to world, new wonders ftill I find,
And all the Godhead flashes on my mind.
When wing'd with whirlwinds, vice fhall take its
To the deep bofom of eternal night, [flight
To thee my foul shall endless praises pay:
Join, men and angels, join th'exalted lay!

§ 27.
Another Hymn. ANON.
HOW
OW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord!
How fure is their defence!
Eternal wildom is their guide,

Their help omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pafs'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.

Thy mercy fweeten'd every foil,

Made every region pleafe;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,

And smooth'd the Tyrihene feas.
Think, O my foul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes
Thou faw'ft the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rife !
Confufion dwelt in ev'ry face,

And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,

While in the confidence of pray'r
Thy mercy fet me free;

My foul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not flow to hear,
Nor impotent to fave.

The ftorm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The fea, that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodnefs I'll adore;
And praife thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
My life, if thou preferv'ft my life,
Thy facrifice fhall be;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my foul to thee.
§ 28. An

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