The ftorm 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 praise Thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
X.
My life, if thou preferv'ft my life,
Thy facrifice shall be ;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my foul to Thee.
WHEN 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 fhrinks,
And trembles at the thought:
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 foul,
Who does her fins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.
Then fee the forrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And add my Saviour's dying groans,
To give thofe forrows weight.
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows Thy Only Son has dy'd
To make that pardon fure.
PARAPHRASE ON PSALM XXIII.
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, Tand feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His prefence shall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye :
My noon-day walks he shall 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 wandering steps he leads:
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile,
The barren wilderness fhall fmile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And ftreams fhall murmur all around.
HERE gentle Thames through stately channels glides,
And England's proud metropolis divides;
A lofty fabrick does the fight invade,
And stretches o'er the waves a pompous shade;
Whence fudden fhouts the neighbourhood furprize,
And thundering claps and dreadful hiffings rise.
Here thrifty R— hires monarchs by the day,
And keeps his mercenary kings in pay;
'With deep-mouth'd actors fills the vacant scenes,
And rakes the stews for goddesses and queens :
Here the lewd punk, with crowns and scepters grac'd,
Teaches her eyes a more majestic caft;
And hungry monarchs, with a numerous train
Of fuppliant flaves, like Sancho, starve and reign.
But enter in, my Mufe; the Stage survey,
And all its pomp and pageantry display;
Trap-doors and pit-falls, from th' unfaithful ground,
And magic walls encompass it around:
On either fide maim'd Temples fill our eyes,
And intermixt with Brothel-houses rife ;
Disjointed Palaces in order stand,
And Groves obedient to the mover's hand
O'erfhade the Stage, and flourish at command.
A ftamp makes broken towns and trees entire :
So when Amphion ftruck the vocal lyre,
* See Sedley's Mifcellanies, 8vo. p. 202.
He faw the fpacious circuit all around,
With crowding woods and rifing cities crown'd.
But next the tiring-room furvey, and see
Falfe titles, and promifcuous quality,
Confus'dly fwarm, from heroes and from queens,
To thofe that fwing in clouds and fill machines.
Their various characters they chufe with art,
"The frowning bully fits the tyrant's part :
Swoln cheeks and fwaggering belly make an hoft,
Pale meagre looks and hollow voice a ghost;
From careful brows and heavy down-caft eyes,
Dull cits and thick-fcull'd aldermen arife:
The comic tone, infpir'd by Congreve, draws
At every word, loud laughter and applause :
The whining dame continues as before,
Her character unchang'd, and acts a whore.
Above the reft, the prince with haughty stalks
Magnificent in purple buskins walks:
The royal robes his awful fhoulders grace,
Profufe of fpangles and of copper-lace:
Officious rafcals to his mighty thigh,
Guiltless of blood, th' unpointed weapon tye:
Then the gay glittering diadem put on,
Ponderous with brass, and starr'd with Bristol stone.
His royal confort next confults her glass,
And out of twenty boxes culls a face;
The whitening firft her ghaftly looks befmears,
All pale and wan th' unfinish'd form appears;
Till on her cheeks the blufhing purple glows,.
And a falfe virgin-modefty beftows,
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