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!r THE SAME.
When all thy mercies, O My God!
My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
O ! how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my Kse sustam'd,
And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To sorm themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comsorts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, Besore my insant heart coriceiv'd
From whom those comsorts ftow'd.
When in the flipp'ry paths os youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares os vice,
More to be sear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, ost hast thou
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and saithsul sriend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gist*
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gists v, ith joy.
Through every period os my lise
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
When nature sails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee
A joysul song I'll raise, For, oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
BY THE SAME.
The losty pillars os the sky,
And spacious concave rais'd on high,
Spangled with stars, a shining srame,
Their great original proclaim;
Th' unwearied sun, srom day to day,
Pours knowledge on his golden ray,
And publishes to every land
The work os an almighty hand.
Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
Whilst all the stars, that round her burn,
What though, in solemn silence, all
A WINTER PIECE.
ADDRESSED TO THE DUKE OF DORSET.
From srozen climes, and endless tracts os snow,
Py snow difgnis'd in hright consusion lie,
No gentle-breathing breeze prepares the spring,
And yet but lately have I seen ev'n here, The winter in a lovely dress appear. E'er yet the clouds let sall the treasur'd snow, Or winds begun through hazy feies to blow. At ev'ning a ke^n eastern breeze arose; And the descending rain unsully'd sroze. Soon as the silent shades os night withdrew, The ruddy morn disclos'd at once to view The sace os nature in a rich disguise, And brighten'd ev'ry object to my eyes: For ev'ry shrub, and ev'ry blade os grass, And ev'ry pointed thorn, scem'd wrought in glass; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show, While through the ice the crimson berries gfow.