And after death, in diftant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy fhall adore.
Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful fong I'll raise,
For Oh! eternity's too short,
To utter all thy praise.
HEN rifing from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I fee my Maker, face to face,
O how fhall I appear!
If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be fought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:
III.
When thou, O Lord, fhalt ftand disclos'd
In majefty fevere,
And fit in judgment on my foul,
O how fhall I appear!
But thou haft told the troubled mind,
Who does her fins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.
V.
Then fee the forrow of my heart,
E'er yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give these forrows weight.
For never fhall my foul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has dy'd,
To make her pardon fure.
OW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord!
H How fure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Thro' burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.
III.
Thy mercy fweeten'd ev'ry foil,
Made ev'ry region please:
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene feas.
Think, O my foul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes,
Thou faw'ft the wide-extended deep
In all its horrors rise.
Confufion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy fet me free,
Whilft in the confidence of prayer,
My foul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung,
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not flow to hear,
Nor impotent to fave.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;
The fea that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore,
And praife thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
My life if thou preferv'ft, my life
Thy facrifice fhall be;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my foul to thee.
HE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And fpangled heavens, a fhining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:
Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the ftory of her birth;
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What tho', in folemn filence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
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What tho' nor real voice nor found
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reafon's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever finging as they fhine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
HEN Ifrael freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with chearful homage own
Their king, and Judah was his throne.
Across the deep their journey lay,
The deep divides to make them way;
The ftreams of Jordan faw, and fled
With backward current to their head.
The mountains fhook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of fovereign power at hand.
could make the deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his tide? Why did ye leap, ye little hills?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
Let every mountain, every flood
Retire, and know th' approaching God,
The king of Ifrael; fee him here!
Tremble thou earth, adore and fear.
He thunders, and all nature mourns;
The rock to standing pools he turns;
Flints fpring with fountains at his word,
And fires and feas confefs their Lord.
HE Lord my pasture fhall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His prefence shall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my mid-night hours defend.
When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.
Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overfpread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade.
Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Thro' devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness fhall fmile
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams fhall murmur all around.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, let us lodge in the villages. Cant. 7. II. By Mrs. RowE.
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