Part III.

I Thou, Sole from Sole, command'st the Sun
Round on the burning Axles run;
The Stars like Duft around him fly
And ftrew the Area of the Sky.
He drives fo fwift his Race above
That Mortals can't perceive him move;
So fmooth his Courfe, oblique or ftreight,
Olympus shakes not with his Weight.
2 As the fair Queen of folemn Night
Fills at his Vafe her Orb of Light,
Imparted Luftre; thus we fee
The folar Virtue shines by thee.
Eirefione we'll no more

Imaginary Power adore,

Since Oil and Wool and chearing Wine
And Life-sustaining Bread are thine.

3 The fragrant Thyme, the bloomy Rose,
Flower and Herb and Shrub that grows
Or on Theffalian Tempe's Plain,
Or where the rich Sabeans reign:
That treat the Taft, or Smell, or Sight,
For Food, for Medecine, or Delight,
All planted by thy parent Care
Do spring and smile and flourish there.
Part IV.

I O ye sweet Nurses of soft Dreams,
Ye reedy Brooks and winding Streams,
Or murm'ring o'er the Pebbles * sheen,
Or fliding thro' the Meadows green ;
Or where thro' matted Sedge you creep
Slow trav❜ling to your parent Deep,

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* i. e fhining or smooth.

Refound

Refound his Praise by whom you rose
That Sea, which never Ebbs or flows.

2 Ye Trees, whofe Roots descend as low
As high in Air your Branches grow,
That pour a venerable Shade

For Thought and friendly Converse made : Your leavy Arms to Heaven extend,

And bend your Heads, in Homage bend:
Cedars and Pines that wave above,
Waving adore your parent Jove.

3 No Evil can from thee proceed,
'Tis only fuffer'd, not decreed;
As Darkness is not from the Sun,
Nor mount the Shades till he is gone.
Even then the Pious on his guard
Stands undismay'd, for all prepar'd:
Whate'er befal, his Mind's at rest ;
Since what thou send'st, must needs be best.

4 O Father King, whose heavenly Face
Shines ftill ferene on all thy Race,
Can we forget thy guardian Care,
How flow to punish, glad to spare!
We thy Magnificence adore;
We thy unceafing Aid implore:
Nor vainly for thy Help we call,
Nor can we want; for thou art ALL.

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Printed by A. PEARSON, and fold by T. HARRIS, at the Looking-Glafs and Bible, on London-Bridge; T. TRYE, at Gray's-InnGate, Holborn, and at the Foundery, near UpperMoorfields, MDCCXLII.

Hemdyke Tune. Vol. 2. Page 101.

Praise be to the Father given, Christ he gave

Fetter Lane Tune. Vol. 1. P. 77.

My grac'ous Sa-v'our, and my God,

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O take the gentle Path.

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