To gentle offices of love VI. His feet are never flow; He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe. VII. Peace from the bofom of his God, And when he kneels before the throne, I. AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray ; Unfeals the eye-lids of the morn, II. O what a night was that, which wrapt The Heathen world in gloom! C what O what a fun, which broke this day III. This day be grateful homage paid, Let gladnefs dwell in every heart, IV. Ten thousand differing lips fhall join V. Jefus the friend of human kind, VI. The powers of darkness leagu'd in vain To bind his foul in death ; He fhook their kingdom, when he fell, With his expiring breath. VII. Not long the toils of hell could keep On aught so much divine. VIII. And now his conquering chariot-wheels Afcend the lofty skies; While broke beneath his powerful cross, IX. Exalted high at God's right hand, And Lord of all below, Through him is pard'ning love difpens'd, JEHOVAH reigns: let every nation hear, And at his footstool bow with holy fear; Let heaven's high arches echo with his name, II. He rules with wide and abfolute command C 2 Jehovah Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone, III. He faw the struggling beams of infant light And brooded o'er the kindling feeds of life. IV. The joyful fun fprung up th' ethereal way, V. Earth's blooming face with rifing flowers he dreft, The circling waters round her winding fhores, VI. At length fhe rose complete in finish'd pride, Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood, Her maker blefs'd his work, and call'd it good: The morning stars with joyful acclamation, Exulting fung and hail'd the new creation. VII. Yet VII. Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, The fun himself, with weary clouds oppreft, His golden urn fhall broke and useless lie, MRS. BARBAULD. SE CT. XVII. TO A YOUNG LADY. HEALTH to my dear-and long unbroken years, By ftorms unruffled, and unstain'd by tears: C 3 MRS. BARBAULD, SECT. |