And

9 1. Ar Adilress to the Deity. Thomson.

ye five other wand'ring fircs that more

In myftic dance, not without song, resound FATHER of light and life! Thou Good His praise, who out of darkness call d up light. O resch methat is good. Teach me THYSELF! Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run

Air, and ye elements, the eldest birih
Sise me from folly, vanity, and vice,
Frut every low pursuit ! and feed my soul

Perpetual circle, multiforms and mix
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue

And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change

Vary to our great Maker till new praise. Sacrod, substantial, never-fading bliss ! [pure; Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise

From hill or streaming lake, dusky or grey, 2. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call upon Till the sun paint your fieccy skirts with gold, all the parts of the Creation to juin with ibem in In honour to the world's greai Author rile!

extolling tbeir common Maker. Milton. Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky, THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good, or wet the thirty carth with failing thowers,

Almighty, thine this universal frame, Rising or falling till advance his praise. Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! His praile, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Unspeakable, who litt'st above thele Heavens

Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, To us inviGbic, or dinly seen

With every plant in sign of worship warc. In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Fountains, and ye that warble as ye fiow Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praisc, Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light,

Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, Angels; for ye bchold him, and with longs

That singing up to Heaven's gate afcond, And choral symphonies, day without night,

Bear on your wings and in your potes his praise, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,

Ye that in waters glide, and ye

that walk On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol

The carth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Him fint, him laft, him midt, and without end. Witnets if I be filent, morn or even, Faireft of Itars, laft in the train of night,

To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade If better thou belong not to the davn,

Made rocal by my fong, and taught his praise.
Sure pledge of day, that crown'it the finiling morn Hail universal Lord! be bounteous fill
With thy bright circlet, praise himia thy iphere, To give us only good; and if the night
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.

Have gather daught of cvil, or conccald,
Thou Sun, of this great world both eyc and foul, Disperse it, as now light difpeis the dark.
Acknowledge him thy grcater, found his praise
la thy eternal course, both when thou clia b'r,

§ 3. On the Deity. Mrs. BARBAULD, And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou I READ Gol's awful name emblazon a high .

With golden letters on th'illumin'd íky; Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, nowfly'r Nor less the mystic characters I see With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that tlies, Wrought in cach flower, inscrib’d on ev'ry tree;

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In ev'ry Icaf that trembles to the breeze Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
I hear the voice of God among the trees.

My daily thanks employ,
With thee in Thady folitudes I walk,

Nor is the least a cheerful heart, With thee in busy crowded cities talk;

That tastes those gifts with joy. In every creature own thy forining power,

Through every period of my life
In each event thy providence adore.

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
Thy hopes shall animate my drooping foul, And after dcat) in diftant worlds
Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear controul: The glorious theme renew.
Thus thall I reít, unmov'd by all alarms,
Secure within the temple of thine arms,

I'ben nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more, From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord, And feel myself omnipotcnt in thce.

Thy mercy thall adore. Then when the last, the closing hour draws Through all eternity to Thce

nigh, And earth recedes before my swimming eye;

A joyful fong I'll raise,

For O! eternity's too short
When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate

To utrer all thy praise.
I stand, and stretch my view to either state;
Tcach me to quit this transitory seene
With decent triumph and a look serene;

$ 3. Hymn on Providence. ADDISON.
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high,
And, having liv'd to thee, in thec to die. The Lord my pasture fall prepare,

And feed me with a thepherd's care:

His pietence shall my wants supriy, 4. Hymn on Gratitul. Addison. And guard me with a watchful eye;

My noon-day walks he thall attend, WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, And all my midnight hours dcfend. My riling loul surveys;

When in the sultry glebe I faint, Transported with the view, I'm lost

Or on the thirty mountains pant; In wonder, love, and praise.

To fertile vales, and dewy meads, O how thall words with equal warmth

My weary wand'ring Iteps he leads; The gratitude declare

Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, That glows within my ravish'd heart!

Amid the verdant landskip flow. But thou canst read it therc.

Tho' in the paths of Death I tread, Thy providence my life fuftain'd,

With gloomy horrors overspread, And all my wants redress d,

My ficdtast heart thall fear no ill, When in the silent womb I lay,

For thou, O Lord, art with me still; And hung upon the breast.

Thy friendly crook thall give me aid, Toall my weak complaints and cries

And guide me through the dreadful thade. Thy mercy lcnt an ear,

Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

Through devious lonely wilds I ftray, To form themselves in pray'r.

Thy bounty Thall my pains beguile : Unnumber'd comforts to my foul

The barren wilderness shall smile, Thy tender care bestow'd,

With fudden greens and herbage crown'd;
Before my infant heart conceivid

And streams shall murmur all around.
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the flipp’ry paths of youth

§ 6. Another Hym, from the beginning of 1 With hecdicis lieps I ran,

191b Pjalm. Addison.
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to inan.

THIE
CHE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

And Ipangled Heavens, a thin ng frame,
It gently clear'd my way,

Their great original proclaim:
And through the pleasing Inares of vice, Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,
More to be fear'd than they.

Does his Creator's pow'r display,
When worn with sickness, oft haft thou And publishes to every land
With health renew'd my face,

The work of an Almighty hand.
And when in sins and sorrows funk,

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

And nightly to the list’ning earth
Has made my cup run o'er,

Repeats the story of her birth :
And in a kind and faithful friend
!

Whilft all the stars that round her burn,
Has doubled all my store.

And all the planets in ther turn,

Confirm

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

Before the loud melodious spheres, And spread the truth from pole to pole.

Their tuneful round begun; What though in folemn silence all

Before the shining roads of heav'n More round the dark terrestrial ball!

Were measur'd by the fun : What tho'nor real roice nor found

Ere through the empyrcan courts Amid their radiant orbs be found !

One hallelujah rung; In realon's ear they all rejoice,

Or to their harps the sons of light And utter forth a glorious voice,

Ecstatic anthems sung: For erer singing as they shine, ti The hand that made us is Divine."

Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,

Or prais'd thy wondrous name ;

Thy blils, O facred Spring of life ! 7. Arober Hym». Mrs. Rowe.

Thy glory, was the fame.

And when the pillars of the world
THE glorious armies of the sky
To thei, Almighty King,

With sudden ruin break,
Triumphant anthems confecrate,

And all this vast and goodly frame
And hallelujahs fing.

Sinks in the mighty wreck;
But ftill their most exalted flights

When from her orb the moon shall start,
Fall vastly thort of thee :

Th’astonish'd sun roll back,
How distant chen must human praise

And all the trembling starry lamps
From thy perfections be!

Their ancient course forsake;
Yet hury, my God, shall I refrain,

For erer permanent and fix'd,
When to my ravith'd sense

From agitation free,
Each creature every where around

Unchang'd in everlasting years,
Difplays thy excellence !

Shall thy existence be.
The active lights that shine above,
Io teir eternal dance,

$ 9. Anorber Hymn, from Psalm 148tb. OGILVIE, Reveal their skilful Maker's praise With silent clegance.

B!
EGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay!

Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
The blushes of the morn confess

And praise th’Almighty's name :
That thou art still more fair,

Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
When in the Eaf: its beams revive,

In onc melodious concert rise,
To gild the fields of air.

To swell th’inspiring theme.
The fragrant, the refreshing brecze

Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Of ev'ry flow'ry bloom

Where gay transporting beauty reigns, la balmy whispers own, from Thce

Ye scenes divinely fair !
Their pleasing odours come.

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaini;
The finging birds, the warbling winds, Tell how he form’d your shining frame,
And water's murm'ring fall,

And breath'd the fluid air,
Topraise the first Almighty Cause
With diff'rent voices call.

Ye angels, catch the thrilling found!

While all th'adoring thrones around
The num'rous works exalt thce thus,

His boundless mercy sing:
And fhall I tilent be?

Let ev'ry lift'ning saint above
No; rather let me cease to breathe,

Wake all the tuncful foul of love,
Than cease from praising thee !

And touch the livectest string.

Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir; 8. Anot ber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.

Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,

The miglity chorus aid :
THOC didít, О mighty God! exist Soon as grey ev’ning gilds the plain,
Ere time began its race;

Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
Before the ample elements

And praise him in the ade,
Filld up the void of space :

Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
B-fore the pond'rous earthly globe.

Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
In Auid air was stay'd;

Who call d yon worlds from night :
Before the ocean's mighty fprings,

“ Ye Thades, dispel!”-th’ Eternal taid; Their liquid stores display'd :

At once th’involving darkness filed,
Ere through the gloom of ancient night

And nature 1prung to light.
The Åreaks of light appear'd;

Whate'er a blooming world contains,
Before the high celestial arch,

That wings the air, that skiins the plains,
Or Starty poles were rear'd:

United praile beltow :

4.

Ye dragons, found his as ful name

Hiin wouldst thou please? With rev'rcnd awe To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim,

Observe the dictates of his Law: Ye livelling deeps below.

In secret on thy couch recliu'd Let every element rejoice :

Search to its depth thy restless mind, Ye thunders, but with awful voice

Till hush'd to peace the tumult lie, To him who bids you roil;

And wrath and strife within thee die. His praise in softer notes declare,

With pure gifts approach his fhrine, Each whispering brecze of yielding air,

And safe to Him thy care resign. And breathe it to the foul.

I hcar a hopelcis irain demand,

" Where's now the wish'd Deliv'rer's hand?" To hin, ye graceful cedars, bow;

Do Thou, my God, do Thou reply, Ye tow'ring mountains, lending low,

And let thy prelence from on high Your great Creator own;

In full effusion o'er our head Tell, when affrighted nature shook,

Its all-onlivening influence lhed. How Sinai kindled at his icok,

What joy my conscious heart o'erflows! And trembled at his frown.

Not such th’exulting lab’rer knows, Yc focks that haunt the humble vale,

When to his long expecting eyes
Ye insects fuit'ring on the gale,

The vintage and the harvexts rise,
In murual concourse rise :

And, shadowing wide the cultar'd foil,
Crop the gay role's vermeil bloom,

With full requital crown his toil.
And wafe its (puils, a liveet perfume,

My weary eves in sleep I close,
In incenie to the skies.

My limbs, secure, to rest compose ;
Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and ling;

For Thou, great God, shalt screen my head, Ye plumy warblers of the spring,

And plant a guard around my bed.
Harmonious anthems raise

§ 11. Pfium 515. MERRICK. To him who Ihap'd your finer mould, Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold, THE words that from my lips proceed, [read,!

My thoughts (for Thou thole thoughts can't
And tun'd

your
voice to praile.

My God, my King, attentive weigh,
Let man, by nobler pallions fway'd,

And hear, o hear me, when I pray.
The feeling ncart, the judging head,

With carliest zeal, with wakeful care,
In hear'niy praisi emplov;

To Thee my foul thail pour its pray r,
Spread his iremendous name around,

And, cre the daun has freak'd tho íky,
Till heav'n's broad archrings back the sound, To Thee direct iis longing cye:
The geu'ral burit of joy.

To Thee, whom nought obfcurd bs lain
Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,

Can please ; wbore doors to fcct profane
Nurs'd on the downy lap of eafe,

Tnexorable sand; whole Law
Fall proftrate at his throne :

Offenders from thy right thall awe.
Ye princes, rulers, all adore;

Let cach whore tongue to lies is turn'd,
Praite him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r

Wlio lcitons of deceit has learn'd,
An image of his own.

Orthi:sis a brother's blood to shed,

Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread. Ye fair, by nature forin'd to move,

But I, whose hope thy Lore supports, O praise th'ctemal Scurce of love,

: How great that Love!) will tread thy courts, With youth's enlivening fire:

My knces in lowliest rev'rence bend, Let age take up the tureful lay,

And tow'rd thy fhrine my hanus extend.
Sigh bis blefs'd namc--then foar away,

Do thou, just God, my path prepare,
And ask an angel's lyre.

And guard mc from cach hotiile Inare;

O lend me thy conducting ray, § 10. Psalm 4ih. MERRICK.

And level to my steps thy way. DEFENDER of my rightful caute; Behold me by a troop inclos d,

While anguish from my bosom draws Of falschoud and of guilt compos'd: The deep-felt figh, the ceaseless pray’r,

Their throat a fepulchre displays, O make thy feryant still thy carc.

Deep, wide, insatiate ; in their praise That aid, which oft my griefs has healid, Lurks flatt'ry, and with specious art To aid again, entreated, yield.

Bclies the purpose of their heart. llow long, ye sons of pride, how long

O let the mischiefs they intend Shall fallchood arm your impious tongue,

Retorted on themselves defccid, And erring rage your breast inflame,

And let thy wrath correct their sin, My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?

Whose hearts thy mercy fails to win. To God my heart shall vent its woe,

May all whose trust on Thee is piac'd Who, proinpt his blethings to bestow

Peace and delight perpetual taste, On cach whose breast has learn'd his fuar, Sasid by thy care, in fongs of joy Bows to my plaint the willing car,

Their ever grateful voice eruploy,

And

And share the gifts on those bestow'd,

His rank awhile, by tlry decree, Who love the name of Jucob's God.

Th’Angelic Tribes beneath them fice, To each who bears a gusitlefs heart,

Till round him thy imparted rays Toy grace its bleitings Ahall impart;

With unextinguth'd giory blaze. Store as the brazen thield, thý aje

Subjected to his feer by tiiee, Arcund Lin cats its cov'ring shade.

To Him all Nature bows the knee;

The beafts in him their Lord behold; $ 12. Pfalm 6!b. MERRICK. The grazing herd, the bleacing fold,

The favage race, a countless train, 0

SPARE me, Lord, nor o'cr my head
The fulrefs of thy vengeance

med.

That range at large th' extended plain,

The fowls, of various wing, that fly With pitying eye my weakness view,

O'er the vast cicfert of the fky,
Hal my vex'd soul, my ftrength renew;

And all the wat’ry tribes, that glitle
And 0, if yet my hos demand
The wise corrections of thy land,

Through patlis to human fight deny'd.

Immortal King! Through Eartli's wide frame, Vezire my pains their bounds to know, And fix a period to my woe.

How great wy honour, praile, and name! Kuum, great God, return, and save Toy sirvant from the greedy grave.

§ 14. Pfulm 23d. MERRICK. Shali Death's lony-filent tongue, o say,

L9, my Shepherd's hand divine ! The w.cords of thy pow'r display,

Want thill never more be mine. Or fale Corruprion's startled car

In a pasture fair and large Tny praile within its prisen hear?

He thall feed Iris happy Charge, Bv languor, grief, and care opprell,

And my couch with rend'rcft care it groans perperual leaves my breast, Midt the fpringing grals prepare. Ard:ears, in large profusion thed,

When I faint with fummer's heat, Jacetant lave my sleepless bed.

He shall lead my wearv feet My life, though yet in mid carect,

To the streams that fuli and flow Buboids the winter of its year,

Through the verdant meadlow how, (While clouds of grief around me roll,

He my loal ancw shall frame, And hostile storms invade my loui,)

And, his mercy to proclaim, Releotiets from my chcek cach trace

When through devicus paths I Bray, Of youth and blooming healıb: erase,

Teach my steps the better way. And fpread before my wafting night

Though the dreary vale I tread The shades of all-obícuring nighi.

By the shades of death o'erspread; Herce, ye profane : My Saviour hears; There I walk frem terror free, While yet I speak, he wipes my tears,

While my ev'ry wish I fee Accepts my pray'r, and bids each foe

By thy rod and statt supplied; With shame their vain attempts forogo,

This my guard, and that my guide. And, ftruck with horror froin on high,

While my foes are gazing on, In wild disorder backward fy.

T'liou thy fav’ring care halt thorn;

Thou my plentcous board haft spread; 13. Pfulm & 15. MERRICK.

Thou with oil refresh'd my head; Mimortal King! Through Earth's wide frame Fill'd by Thee my cup o'ertiows;

How great thy honour, praise, and name ! For thy Love no limit knows.
Whole ruign o'cr distant worlds extends, Constant, to iny lateit end,
Whose glory heav'n's vast height transcends. This my footsteps fhail attend,
From infants Thou canst strength upraise,

And ball bid thy hallow'd Dome
And forin their lifping tongues to praili: Yield me an etero al home.
Bi these the vengeance breathing Foe
Thy mighiier terrors taught to know,

§ 15. Pfiilin 122.1. MERRICK.
In mute afionishment Phall sand,
And buw beneath thy conqu’ring han. THE

THE feftal Morn, my God, is come, Wlct, rapt in thought, with wakeful tye

That calls me to thy honour'd Donc I view the wonders of the sky,

Thy prefence to adore: Whole frame thy fingers o'er our head

My feet the fummions fhall attend, la nich magnificence have fprcad;

With wiling steps thy Courts afceud,
Thie fient Moon, with waxing horn

And.trcad the hallow'd floor.
Along th'ethereal region borne;
The Stars with visid lustre crown'd,

Ev'n now to our transported cyes
That nightly walk their destin'd round, Fair Sion's tow'rs in prospect rise ;
Lord? What is Man, that in thy care

Within her gates we stand, His humble lor thould find a share;

And, loft in wonder and delight, Or what the Son of Man, that Thou

Behold her happy Sons unite Thus to buis wants thy car frouldi bow?

In friendship's firmest band.

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