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The ftorm was laid, the winds retir'd,
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy facrifice fhall be;
And death, if death must be my doom, Shall join my foul to thee.
§ 12. Hymn. ANON.
WHEN rifing from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I fee my Maker face to face,
Of how hall I appear?
If yet, while pardon may be found,
O! how shall I appear !
But thou haft told the troubled foul,
Who does her fins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woes prevent,
Then fee the forrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late ;
And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give thofe forrows weight. For never shall my foul defpair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows the only Son has dy'd
The deep-felt figh, the ceafclefs pray'r,
Hum would'st thou pleafe? With rev'rent awe
With pureft gifts approach his fhrine,
I hear a hopeless train demand,
"Where's now the wifh'd Deliv'rer's hand?"
For Thou, great God, fhall fereen my head,
§ 14. Pfalm 5th. MERRICK.
To Thee, whom nought obfcur'd by stain
Or thirits a brother's blood to fhed,
§ 15. Pfalm 6th. MERRICK. SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head The fulness of thy vengeance shed. With pitying eye my weakness view, Heal my vex'd Soul, my ftrength renew! And O, if yet my fins demand The wife corrections of thy hand, Yet give my pains their bounds to know, And fix 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 records of thy pow'r difplay, Or pale Corruption's startled car Thy praife within its prifon hear? By languor, grief, and care oppreft, With groans perpetual heaves my breaft, And tears, in large profufion fhed, Inceffant lave my fleepless bed. My life, though yet in mid career, Beholds the winter of its year (While clouds of grief around me roll, And hoftile ftorms invade my fou!) Relentless from my cheek each trace Of youth and blooming health erafe, And fpread before my wafting fight The fhades of all-obfcuring night.
Hence, ye profane: My Saviour hears; While yet I fpeak, he wipes my tears, Accepts my pray'r, and bids each foe With fhame their vain attempts forego, And, ftruck with horror from on high, In wild disorder backward fly.
§ 16. Pfalm 8th. MERRICK. Mmortal King! through Earth's wide frame How great thy honour, praise, and name! Whofe 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 hand. When, rapt in thought, with wakeful eye
I view the wonders of the sky,
Whofe frame thy fingers o'er our head
Th' Angelic Tribes beneath them fee,
To Him all Nature bows the knee;
§ 17. Pfalm 23d. MERRICK. LO, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want fhall never more be inine. In a pasture fair and large He fhall feed his happy Charge, And my couch with tend'reft care, 'Midft the fpringing grafs prepare. When I faint with fummer's heat, He fhall lead my weary feet To the ftreams that ftill and flow Though the verdant meadow flow. Here my foul anew shall frame, And, his mercy to proclaim, When through devious paths I ftray, Teach my steps 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 staff supply'd; This my guard, and that my guide. While my foes are gazing on, Thou thy fav'ring care haft fhown; Thou my plenteous 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 fhall bid thy hallow'd Dome Yield me an eternal home.
19. The 8th Pfalm tranflated. CHRISTOPHER PITT.
KING eternal and divine! The world is thine alone: Above the stars thy glories fhine,
Above the heav'ns thy throne. How far extends thy mighty name! Where'er the Sun can roll,
That fun thy wonders fhall proclaim,
Thy deeds from pole to pole.
The infant's tongue fhall speak thy power,
And vindicate thy laws!
The tongue that never spoke before
Shall labour in thy cause.
For when I lift my thoughts and eyes,
And view the heav'ns around, Yon stretching waste of azure skies,
With Stars and Planets crown'd; Who in their dance attend the Moon,
The empress of the night,
Lord! what is mortal man? that he
What is his Son, who claims from thee,
Next to the bleft Angelic kind, ́ ́
Him all revere, and all obey
His delegated reign;
The flocks that through the valley ftray,
O Lord, how far extends thy name!
That fun thy wonders fhall proclaim;
§ 20. Pfalm the 24th, paraphrafed. PITT. FAR as the world can stretch its bounds, The Lord is King of all,
His wond''rous power extends around
For he within the gloomy deeps
Who fhall afcend his Sion's hill,
And fee Jehovah there?
Who from his facred fhrine fhall breathe
The facrifice of prayer?
He only whofe unfully'd foul
Fair virtue's paths has trod,
Who with clean hands and heart regards
On him fhall his indulgent Lord
From God his Saviour fhall defcend
Of those who seek his righteous ways
Who bask in all his bounteous fmiles,
For fee! the King of Glory comes
Along th'ethereal road :
The cherubs through your folds shall bear
Who is this great and glorious King?
The balance of the fight.
Swift from your golden hinges leap,
Your barriers roll away,
For fee! the King of Glory comes
Along th'ethereal road:
The cherubs through your folds fhall bear
Who is this great and glorious King?
§ 21. Pfalm 29th. PITT.
And pay due honours to your awful King;
22. P/alm 46th paraphrafed. PITT. ON God we build our fure defence;
In God our hope repose:
And guards us from our woes.
From its foundations hurl'd, We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy The ruins of the world.
What though the folid rocks be rent?
What though the hills fhould burft their roots,
Thou fea, with dreadful tumults fwell,
The flood-gates of the skies.
Within the proud delighted waves
The streams lead down their humid train,
Amid the scene the temple floats,
With its reflected towers,
Gilds all the furface of the flood,
And, innocently proud,
But God has fpoke; and lo! the world,
Still to the mighty Lord of hofts
For refuge fly to Jacob's God,
Our fuccour and fupport.
The wonders of his hand.
And all its tumults ceafe;
Confumes the blazing ear.
Hear then his formidable voice,
"Be ftill and know the Lord;
Securely we refort;
Our fuccour and fupport,
§ 23. Pfalm 90th paraphrafed. PITT.
HY hand, O Lord, through rolling years
From period down to period stretch'd
The profpects of thy care.
Before the world was first conceiv'd,
Call'd forth the Mountains from her womb,
Beyond duration run,
Thy potent voice again,
The longest æra is a night;
We at thy mighty call, O Lord,
Our fancy'd beings leave,
Rouz'd from the flattering dream of life,
Swift from their barrier to their goal
The rapid moments pafs,
And leave poor man, for whom they run,
In the first morn of life it grows,
And lifts its verdant head;
Our fecret fins furvey,
Or if ten more around us roll,
'Tis labour, woe, and strife,
But who, O Lord, regards thy wrath,
So teach us, Lord, to count our days,
With us repent, and on our hearts
Thy choiceft graces thed,
Then our whole course of life will feem
Now the bleft years of joy reftore,
The bitter draught of life.
Thy wonders to the world display,
Thy beams of Majefty diffufe;
With them thy great commands, And bid profperity attend
The labours of our hands.
§ 24. Pfalm 144th paraphrafed. PITT, MY foul, in raptures rife to blefs the Lord, Who taught my hands to draw thefatal fword; Led by his arm, undaunted I appear
In the firft ranks of death, and front of war.
In him my hopes I center and repose, [waste.
Lord! what is man, of vile and humble birth, Sprung with his kindred reptiles from the earth, That he fhould thus thy fecret counfels fhare? Or what his fon, who challenges thy care? Why does thine eye regard this nothing, man? His life a point, his measure but a span! The fancy'd pageant of a moment made, Swift as a dream, and fleeting as a fhade.
Come in thy power, and leave th'ethereal plain, And to thy harnefs'd tempeft give the rein; Yon ftarry arch fhall bend beneath the load, So load the chariot, and fo great the God! Soon as his rapid wheels Jehovah rolls, The folding fkies fhall tremble to the poles: Heaven's gaudy axle with the world fhall fail, Leap from the centre, and unhinge the ball.
Touch'd by thy hands, the lab'ring hills expire, Thick clouds of smoke, and deluges of fire; On the tall groves the red destroyer preys, And wraps th'eternal mountains in the blaze: Full on my foes may all thy lightnings fly, On purple pinions through the gloomy fky.
Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, Down from the heaven of heavens, thy bright