Th'unwearied Sun, from day to day, The next line with great folemnity. The work of an Almighty Hand Soon as the evening fhades prevail, Repeats the ftory of her birth: Whilft all the ftars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What tho' in folemn filence all In Reafon's ear they all rejoice, "The Hand that made us is Divine." The last with great emphatic folemnity. The next is his Hymn on Gratitude, a compofition of great fimplicity of thought and expreffion. Throughout the whole, we have nothing to advise the reader, but his ftrict obfervance of that gravity of voice we before recommended, and which cannot poffibly be difpenfed with in reading productions of this ferious defcription; and, at the fame time, to take care that his looks fhould alfo correfpond with the folemn occafion. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, O how fhall words with equal warmth That glows within my ravifh'd heart! Thy Providence my life fuftain'd, To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themfelves in pray'r. Un Unnumber'd comforts to my foul! From whom those comforts flow'd.. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth And led me up to man. Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths When worn with fickness, oft haft thou Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs. Has doubled all my ftore.. Ten thousand thoufand precious gifts Nor is the least a cheerful heart, Thro' ev'ry period of my life And after death, in diftant worlds, When Nature fails, and day and night My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, Thro' all eternity to thee Prepare the hearer by your manner of reading the laft verfe, that the conclufion is near at hand. In fome parts of this Hymn your judgment may dictate various inflections of tone as neceffary in order to prevent a monotony (a fault of all others the most insufferable) but, in doing this, efpecial care fhould be taken that in the change of voice you may think proper to adopt, the indispensable jolemn and awful effect of the whole should not be in the smallest degree diminished. To enter at any time into too high a key will serve, in a great. measure, to destroy it.. The The laft Hymn we fall give the scholar will be that, by the fame writer, on Providence. We never could read it but our ear led us into a harmony of expreffion fuitable to the mufical flow of metrical numbers. in the compofition. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, When in the fultry glebe I faint, Tho' in the paths of death I tread, Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Thy |