$ 3. Ar Address to the Deity. THOMSON. And choral fymphonics, day without night, FA 'ATHER of light and life! Thou GOOD On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, SUPREME! O teach me what is good. Teach me THYSELF! Him first, him laft, him midst, and without end. Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, From every low pursuit! and feed my soul
If better thou belong not to the dawn, With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the finiling morn Sacred, fubftantial, never-fading bliss! [pure; While day arises, that Tweet hour of prime.
With thy bright circlet, praise hiin in thy sphere,
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, $ 2. Anotber Address to ibe Deity. YOUNG. Acknowledge him thy greater, found his praile OTHOU great arbiter of life and death!
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, Nature's immortal, immaterial fun! And when high noon haft gain’d, and when thou Whose all-prolific beam late call'd me forth
fall’ft. From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'st The worm's inferior, and in rank bencath With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, The duft I tread on, high to bear my brow;
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move To drink the spirit of the golden day;
In mystic dance, not without fong, resound And triumph in existence; and couldnt know His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light, No motive, but my bliss; and haft ordain'd Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth A rise in blessing! with the Patriarcb's joy,
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Thy call I follow to the land unknown. Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust; And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Or life, or death, is equal; neither weighs!
Vary to our great Maker still new praise. All weight in this-0 let me live to Thee!
Yc Mifts and Exhalations that now rise
From hill or ítreaming lake, dusky or grey, $ 3. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn,call upon in honour to the world's great Author rile!
Till the fun paint your feccy skirts with gold, all the parts of the Creation to join with tbem in whether to deck with clouds th’uncolour'd sky, extolling their common Maker. MILTON.
Or wet the thirdy carth with falling showers, THESE arethy glorious works, Parent of good, Rising or falling still advance his praisc.
Almighty, thine this universal frame, His praise yeWinds,that froin four quarters blow, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! Breathe fofcor loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines L'oipeakable, who site'st above these Heavens With every plant in sign of worship wave. To us invisible, or dimly feen
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Join voices, all ye living Souls; yc Birds,
Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light, That singing up to Heaven's gate ascend,
Angels; for ye behold hiin, a:d with longs Bear on your wings and in your potes his praise.
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