Behold ev'n the remoter fhores,

A conquering navy proudly spread;
The British cannon formidably roars,
While ftarting from his oozy bed,

Th' afferted ocean rears his reverend head;
To view and recognize his ancient lord again :
And with a willing hand, reftores
The fafces of the main.

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS,

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REATOR spirit, by whose aid

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The world's foundations firft were laid,

Come vifit every pious mind;

Come pour thy joys on human kind;
From fin and forrow fet us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.
O fource of uncreated light,
The father's promised Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love infpire;
Come, and thy facred unction bring
To fanctify us, while we fing.

Plenteous of grace, defcend from high,
Rich in thy fev'nfold energy!

Thou ftrength of his Almighty hand,

Whofe pow'r does heav'n and earth command.
Proceeding fpirit, our defence,

Who do'ft the gifts of tongues difpenfe,
And crown'ft thy gift with eloquence!
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts!
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the fenfes to the foul

And when rebellious they are grown.
Then lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.
Chace from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And left our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

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Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us thyself, that we may fee
The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name:
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,
Who for loft man's redemption dy'd:
And equal adoration be,

Eternal Paraclete, to thee.

The End of the FIRST VOLUME.