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Confirm the tidings as they roll,

| Before the loud melodious spheres An i spread the truth from pole to pole.

Their tuneful round begun; What though in solemn silence all

Before the shining roads of heav'n

Were measur'd by the sun :
More round the dark terrestrial ball !
What tho' nor real voice nor sound

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

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

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

Ecstatic anthems sung: For ever singing as they shine,

Ere men ador'd, or angels knew, " The hand that made us is Divine."

Or prais'd thy wond'rous name;

Thy bliss, O sacred Spring of life! $ 7. Another llymn. Mrs. Rowe.

Thy glory, was the same. The glorious armies of the sky

And when the pillars of the world To thee, Almighty King,

With sudden ruin break, Triumphant anthems consecrale,

And all this vast and goodly frame And hallelujahs sing.

Sinks in the inighty wreck ; But still their most exalted flights

When from her orb the inoon shall start, Fail vastly short of thee :

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

And all the trembling starry lamps From thy perfections be!

Their antient course forsake, l'et how, my God, shall I refrain,

For ever permanent and fix'd, When io my ravish'd sense

From agitation free, Each creature every where around

Unchang'd in everlasting years,
Displays thy excellence !

Shall thy existence be.
The active lights that shine above,
In their etemal dance,

$9. Another Hymn, from Psalm 148th. Ogilvie. Reteal their skilful Maker's praise With silent elegance.

Begin, my soul, th' exaltcd 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 carth, and seas and skies, When in the Fast its beams revive,

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

To swell th' inspiring theme. The fragrant, the refreshing breeze

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

Where gay transporting beauty reigns, Ia ba!my whispers own, from Thee

Ye scenes divinely fair! Their pleasing odours come.

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim, The singing birds, the warbling winds, Tell how lie form'd your shining frame, And waters murm'ring fall,

And breath'd the fluid air. To praise the first Almighty Cause

Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound ! With diff'rent voices call.

While all th' adoring thrones around Tiny num rous works exalt thee thus,

His boundless mercy sing : And shall I silent be?

Let ev'ry list'ning saint above Xo; rather let me cease to breathe,

Wake all the tuneful soul of love, Than cease from praising Thee!

And touch the sweetest string.

Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir ; $8. Another hyma. Mrs. Rowe.

Thon dazzling orb of liquid fire,

The mighty chorus aid : Trou didst, О mighty God! exist

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 shado Filld up the void of space :

Thou hear'n of heav'ns, his vast abode, Before the pond'rous earthly globe

Ye clouds, proclaim your forning God, In fluid air was stay'd ,

Who call'd yon worlds from night: Before the ocean's nighty springs

“ Ye shades, dispel!" -- th' Eternal said: Their liquid stores display'd ;

At once th' involving darkness fled, Ere through the gloom of antient night

And nature sprung to light. The streaks of light appear'd;

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

That wings the air, that skinus the plains, O: stury poles were sear'd:

United praise bestow :

Soon as grey

Ye dragons, sound his awful name

Him wouldst thou please? With rev'rend awe • To heav'n aloud ; and roar acclaim,

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

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

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

Till hush'd to peace

the tumult lie, To him who bids you roll,

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

With purest gifts approach his shrine, Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

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

I hear a hopeless train demand,

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

Do Thou, my God, do Thou reply, Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low, And let thy presence from on high Your great Creator own;

In full effusion o'er our head Tell, when affrighted nature shook, llow Sinai kindled at his look,

Its all-enlivening influence shed. And trembled at his frown.

What joy my conscious heart o'erflows !

Not such th' exulting lab’rer knows,
Yc flocks that haunt the humble vale, When to his long expecting eyes
Ye insects Autt'ring on the gale,

The vintage and the harvests rise,
Immutal concourse rise;

And, shadowing wide the cultur'd soil, Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,

With full requital crown his toil. And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume, My weary eyes in sleep I close, In incense to the skies.

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

For Thou, great God, shall screen my head),

And plant a guard around Ye plumy warblers of the spring,


bad. Harmonious anthems raise To him who shap'd your finer mould,

$11. Psalm 5th.

Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold, The words that from my lips proceed,
And tunid

voice to praise.

My thoughts (for Thou ihose thoughts canst Let man by nobler passions sway'd,

My God, my King, attentive weigh, [read, The feeling heart, the judging head,

And hear, Ó hear me, when I

pray. In heav'nly praise employ;

With earliest zeal, with wakeful care, Spread his tremendons name around, To Thee my soul shall pour

its pray's, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, And, ere the dawn has streak'd the sky, The gen’ral burst of joy.

To Thee direct its longing eye :

To Thee, whom nought obscur'd by stain Ye whom the charms of grandenr please, Nursid on the downy Lap of case,

Can please ; whose doors to fcer profane

Inexorable stand; 'whose law Fall prostrate ai his throne :

Offenders from thy sight shall awe.
Ye princes, rulers, all adore ;

Let cach whose tongue to lies is turn'd,
Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow's Who lessons of deceit has karn'ı,
An image of his own.

Or thirsts a brother's blood to shed,
Ye fair, by nature formu'd to more,

Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread. O praise th' eternal Source of lore,

But I, whose hope thy Love supports, With youth's enlivening fire:

(How great that Lore!) will tread thy courts, Let age take up the tuneful lay,

My knees in lowliest reverence bend, Sigh his bless'd name then soar away,

And tow’rd thy shrine my hands extend.
And ask an angel's lyre.

Do thou, just God, my patha prepare,
And guard me from each hostile snare;

O lend me thy conducting ray,
$ 10. Psalm 4ch.


And level to my steps thy way. DEPENDER of my rightful cause,

Behold me by á troop inclosd,
While anguish from my
bosom draws

Of falsehood and of guilt compas'd :
The deep-felt sigh, the ceaseless pray't, Their throat a sepulchre displays,
O make thy servant still thy care.

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

Belies the purpose of their heart. How long, ye sons of pride, hour long O let the niischiefs they intend Shall falsehood arın your impious tongue, Retorted on themselves descend, 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 inust on Thee is plac'ı,
Who, prompt his blessings to bestow Peace and delight perpetual taste,
On each whose breast has learn’d bis fear, Sav'd by thy care, in songs of joy
Bows to my plaint the willing cas.

Their ever grateful voice employ;


And share the gifts on those bestow'd, His rank awhile, by thy decree,
Who love the wame of Jacob's God.

Th’Angelic Tribes beneath them, see,
To cach who bears a guiltless heart,

Till round him thy imparted rays Thy grace its blessings shall impart;

With unextinguish'd glory blaze. Strong as the brazen shield, thy aid

Subjected to Iris feet by Thee, Around him casts its cov'ring shade.

To him all Nature bow's the knee;

The beasts in him their Lord behold; $ 12. Psalm 6th. Merrick. The grazing herd, the bleating fold, O SPARE me,

Lord, nor o'er my head The savage race, a countless train, The fulness of thy vengeance shed.

That range at large th' extended plain, With pitying eye my weakness view,

The fowls, of various wing, that fly Heal my vex'd soul, my strength renew;

O'er the vast desert of the sky, And O, if yet my sins demand

And all the wat'ry tribes, that glide The wise corrections of thy hand,

Through paths to human sight deny'd, Yet give my mains their bounds to know,

Immortal king! Through Earth's wide frame, And fix a period to niy wą.

How great thy honor, praise, and name!
Return, great God, return, and save
Thy merant from the greedy grave,

$ 14. Psalm 23d, Merrick,
Small Death's long-silent tongue, O say, Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine !
The records of thy pow'r display,

Want shall never more be mine. Or pale Corruptiou's startled ear,

In a pasture fair and large Thy praise within its prison hear?

He shall feed his happy Charge,
By langour, grief, and care opprest,


couch withi tend'rest care With groans perpetual heaves my breast, Midst the springiog yrass prepare. And tears, in large profusion shed,

When I faint with summer's heat, Incessant lave my sleepless bed.

He shall lead my weary feet My life, though vet in mid carcer,

To the streams ihat still and slow Behold the winter of its year,

Through the verdant meadow flow, (While clouds of grief around me roll, lle my soul anew shall frame, And hostile storms invade my soul.)

And, his mercy to proclaim, Relentless from my cheek each trace

When through devious paths I stray, : Of youth and blooming health erase,

Teach my stejä: the better way, And spread before my wasting sight

Though the dreary vale I tread The shades of all-obscuring night.

By the shades of death o'erspread ; Hence, ye profane: My Simiour hears ;

There I walk from terror free, While yet I speak, he wipes my tears,

While my ev'ry wish I see Accepts my pray’r, and bids each foe By thy rod and staff supplied ; With shame their vain attempts forego,

This my guard, and that my guide. And, struck with horror from on high,

While focs are gazing on, la wild disorder backward fly.

Thou thy fav’ring care hast shown.

Thou my,plenteous board hast spread;
§ 13. Psalm 8th. Merrick. Thou with oil refresh'd my head;
IMMORTAL King! Through Earth's wide frame Fill'd by Thee my cup o'erflows;
How great thy houor, praise, and name ! For thy Love no linii knows.
Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends,

Constant, to my latest end,
Whose glory, heav'n's vast height transcends. This my footsteps shall attend,
Froun infants thou canst strength upraise,

And shall bid thy hallow'd Dome
And form their lisping tongues to praise :

Yield me an eternal home.
By these the rengeance-breathing Foe
Thy mightier terrors taught to know,

§ 15. Psalın 122d. Merrick, la mute astonishment shall stand,

1. And bow beneath thy conqu’ring hand,

The festal Morn, my God, is come,
When, rape in thought, with wakeful eye That calls ine to thy honor'd Donc
I view the wonders of the sky,

Thy presence to adore :
Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head My feet the suminons shall attend,
In rich magnificence have spread;

With willing steps thy Courts ascend, 'The silent Moon, withi waxing horn,

And iread the hallow'd floor. Along th' ethereal region borne ;

2. The stars with vivid lustre crown'd,

Ev'n now to our transported eyes 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 lot should find a share ;

And, lost in wonder and delight,
Or what the Son of Man, that Thou Behold her happy Sons unite
Thus to lais wants thy car shouldst bow ?

In friendship's firmest Land.
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It happend that immortal Love Hither frem Judah's utmost end

Was ranging thro' the spheres above, The Heav'u-protected Tribes ascend; And downu ard hither cast his ere, 'Their off'rings hither bring:

The year's returning pomp to spy: IIere, cager to attest their joy,

lle saw the radiane God of day In hymns of praise their tongues enıploy, Lead round the globe the rosy May; And hail th' imunortal King.

The fragrant Airs and genial llours 4.

Were shedding round hiin dews and Powers ; By his Command impe!ld, to Her

Before his wheels Jurora passid, Contending Crowds their cause refer ; And Hesper's golden kamp was lost.

While Princes, from her Throne, Dut, fairest of ihe blooning throng, With equal dooin, th' unerring Law When Health majestic mov'd along, Dispense, who boast their birth to draw All with smiles, to see below From Jesse's favor'd Son.'

The joys which from her presence flow; 5.

While earth enliven'd hears her voice, Be Peace by Fach implord on thec,

And fields, and flocks, and swains rejoice ; () Salem, while with bended knee

Then mighty Lore her charms confess'd, To Jacob's God we pray,

And soon his vows inclin'd her breast, How blest, who calls himself thy Friend ! And, known from that auspicious morn Success his labor shall attend,

The pleasing Cheerfulness was born. And safety guard his way.

Thiou, Cheerfulness, by Hcav'n design'd 6.

To rule the pulse that moves the mind,
O may'st thou, free from hostile fear, Whatever fretful passion springs,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,

Whatever chance or nature brings
Vor war's wild wastes deplore:

To strain the tuneful poize within, May plenty nigh thee take her stand, And disarrange the sweet machine ; And in thy courts with lavish hand

Thou, Goddess, with a master-hand Distribute all her store,

Dost each attemper'd kev command,

Refine the soft and swell the strong,
Seat of my Friends and Brethren, hail ! Till a'l is concord, all is song.
How can my tongue, O Salim, fail

Fair guardian of domestic life,
To bless thy lov'd abode?

Best banister of home-bred strife,
How cease the zeal that in mne glows Nor sullen lip, nor taunting eye,
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose Deform the scene where thou art by :
The mansion of


No sickening husband damns the hour

That bound his joys to female pow'r : $ 16. Hymn to Cheerfulness-The Author being Vo pining mother weeps the cares sick. Dr. Akenside.

That parents waste on hopeless heirs :
How thick the shades of evening close! Th' officious daughters pleas'd attend;
How pale the sky with weight of snows ! The brother rises to the friend :
Haste, light the tapers, urge the fire,

By thee their board with Howers is crown'd, And bid the joyless day retire !

Bi thee with songs their walks resound, -- Alas, in vain I try within

By thee their sprightly mornings shine, To raise the dull, dejected scene,

And evening-hours in peace decline. While rous'd by grief these fiery pains

Behold the youth, whose trembling heart Tear the frail texture of my veins ;

Beats high with Love's unpitied smart;
While winter's voice, that stornis around, Tho' now he strays bv rills and bowers,
And you deep death-bell's groaning sound And wecping wears the lonely hours ;
Renew my mind's oppressive gloom,

Or, if the nymph her audience deign,
Till starting horror shakes the room. Shames the sott story of his pain
Is there in Nature no kind power

With slavish looks, discolor'd eyes,
To sooth affliction's lonely hour ?

And accents faltering into sighs : To blunt the edge of dire disease,

Yer thou, auspicious power, with ease
And teach these wintry shades to please? Canst yield him happier hearts to please;
Come CHEERFULNESS, triumphant fair, Exalt his mieu to manlier charins,
Shine through the painful cloud of care : Instruct his tongue with nobler arms,
O sweet of language, muild of mien,

With more commanding passion more,
O Virtue's friend and Pleasure's queen! And teach the dignity of love.
Assuage the flames that burn my breast, Friend to the Muse and all her train,
Aitune my jarring thoughts to rest;

For thee I court the Musc again;
And while thy, gracious gifts I feel,

And may the votive lay disclose My song shall all thy praise reveal.

How much to thy fair aid she owes ! As once ('was in Astrea's reign)

Sec, when thy touch reveals her mine, The vernal pow'rs renew'd their train, Ilow pure the stores of fancy shine ;


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Tlark! when thy breath her song impels, Do thou conduct my fancy's dreams
Hlow full the tuneful current swells.

To such indulgent, tender theines
Let Melancholy's plaintive tougue

As just the struggling brcast may cheer,
Instruct the nightly strains of Y--- And just suspend the starting tear;
But thine was lioner's antient oright, Yet leave that charming sense of woe,
And thinc victorious Pindar's flight :

Which none but friends and lovers know.
The nyrtles crown'd the, * Lesbian meads :
Thy voice awak'd + Sicilian reeds;

$ 17. The 8th Psalm translated. Thy breath perfumes thie i Teian rose,

Christopher Pitt. And Tiber's vine spontaneous flows While Horace wantons in thy quire ;

O King eternal and divine! The gods and heroes of the lyre.

The world is thine alone : See where the pale, the sick’ning sage

Above the stars thy glories shine, (A prey perhaps to fortune's rage,

Above the hearcns thy throne, Perhaps by tender griefs opprest,

Ilow far extends thy mighty name! Or glooms congenial to his breast)

Where'er the sun can roll, Retires in des Ti-scenes to dwell,

That sun thy wonders shall proclaim, And bids the joyless world farewell.

Thy deeds from pole to pole. Alone he tradis'th' autumnal shade,

The infant's tongue shall speak thy power, Alonc beneath the mountain laid,

And vindicate thy laws;
He sees the nightly damps arise,
Ard gathering stornis involve the skies;

The tongue that never spoke before,

Shall labor in thy cause. lle hears the neighb'ring surges roll, And raging thunders shake the pole ;

for when I lift my thoughts and eyes, Then, struck by every object round,

And view the heavens around, And stunn'd by ev'ry horrid sound,

Yon stretching waste of azure skics, He pants to traverse nature's ways:

With stars and planets crown'd llis evils haunt him thro' the maze :

Who in their dance attend the Moon, lle views ten thousand demons rise,

The enpress of the night, To wield the empire of the skies,

And pour around her silver throne Aad Chance and Fate assume the rod,

Their tributary light: And Malice Wlots the throne of Gon.

Lord! what is mortal man, that he - Thou, whose plcasing power 1 sing! Thir lenient influence hither bring;

Thy kind regard should share?

What is his son, who claims from thec.
Compose the storm, dispel the gloom

And challenges thy care ?
Till Vature wears her wonted bloom,
Till fields and shades their sweets exhale, Next to the blest Angelic kind,
And music swell each opening gale:

Thy hands created man,
Taen o'er his breast thy softness pour,

And this inferior world assign d And let him learn the timely hour

To dignify his span. To trace the world's benignant laws,

Ilim all revere, and all obey
And judge of that presiding cause

Ilis delegated reign;
Who founds in discord beauty's reign, The Hocks that thro' the valley stray,
Converts to pleasure every pain,

The herds that graze the plain,
Subdues the hostile forms to rest,
And bids the universe be blest.

The furious tiger speeds his flight,
O Thou, whose pleasing power I sing !

And trembles at his power; If right I touch the votive string,

In fear of his superior might,

The lions ccaxe to roar.
If equal praise I yield thy name,
Still govern thou thy poet's fame;

Whatever horrid monsters tread
Still with the Muse my bosom share,

The paths beneath the sca, And sooth to peace corroding care.

Their king at awful distance dread, But most exert thy genial power

And sullenly obey On friendship's consecrated hour :

O Lord! how far extends thy name! And while my Agis leads the road

Where'er the sun can roll, To fearless wisdom's high abode ;

That sun thy wonders shall proclaim;
OT, warm in freedom's sacred cause,

Thy deeds from pole to pole.
Pursues the light of Grecian laws;
Attend, and grace our gen'rous toils

$ 18. Psalm the 24th paraphrased. Pitt. With all thy garlands, all thy smiles. But if, by fortune's stubborn sway

Far as the world can stretch its bounds From him and friendship torn away,

The Lord is king of all; I court the Muses healing spell

His wondrous power extends around For griefs that still with absence dwell,

The circuit of the ball.

B 4
Aicæus and Sappho.
+ Theocritus.



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