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Unbounded goodness, power divine,
For man and beast, here daily food,
The flow'ry tribes, all blooming rise
Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.
LORD, when our raptur'd thought surveys
Creation's beauties o’er,
All nature joins to teach thy praise,
And bids our souls adore.
Where'er we turn our gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine:
And speak their source divine.
The living tribes of countless forms,
In earth, and sea, and air;
Almighty power declare.
In all thy works appear ;
Man, thy distinguish'd care !
From Thee the breath of life he drew;
That breath thy power maintains : Thy tender mercy, ever new,
His brittle frame sustains.
Yet nobler favours claim his praise,
Of reason's light possest;
Still more divinely blest.
When various woes impend:
Thou wilt the threat'ning dangers ward,
Or timely succours lend.
With gentle smiling rays:
Thy goodness and thy praise !
Written by the Proprietor of Hawkestone, an elegant Seat in Shropshire, when contemplating the Scenes around him, in his own Park, WHILE all thy glories, O my God!
Thro' the creation shine;
Proclaim the hand divine;
The wonders of thy pow'r,
As in each blade and flow'r.
And sip' the streams below;
From whom all blessings flow.
Thro' this lost world we trace; How far transcendent are thy works
Throughout the world of grace!
Just as before yon noon-tide sun,
The brightest stars are small; So earthly comforts are but snares,
Till grace has crown'd them all.
The above verses are to be seen in a natural cavern of a vast rock, from the top of which is a very diversified and romantic prospect.
AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.
GREATEST of Beings! Source of life!
Sov'reign of air, and earth, and sea! All nature feels thy pow'r, and all
A silent homage pay to thee. Wak'd at thy call, the morning sun
Pours forth, to thee, its earliest rays; And spreads thy glories as it climbs;
While raptur'd worlds look up and praise.
The moon, to the deep shades of night,
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name; While all the stars that cheer the scene,
Thee, the great LORD of light, proclaim.
and vales, and rocks and hills, And ev'ry flow'r, and ev'ry tree, Ten thousand creatures, warm with life,
Have each a grateful song for thee.
But man was form’d to rise to Heav'n;
And, blest with reason's clearer light, He views his Maker thro' his works,
And glows with rapture at the sight. Subject to wants, to Thee he looks,
And from thy goodness seeks supplies; And, when oppress'd with guilt, he mourns,
Thy mercy lifts him to the skies.
Children, whose little minds unform’d,
Ne'er rais'd a tender thought to Heav'n; And men, whom reason lifts to God,
Tho' oft by passion downward driven;
And those, who bend with
care, And faint and tremble near the tomb; Who, sick’ning at the present scenes,
Sigh for that better state to come;
All, great Creator! all are thine;
All feel thy providential care:
Alike thy constant pity share.
And whether grief oppress the heart,
Or whether joy elate the breast; Or life still keep its little course,
Or death invite the heart to rest;