X. But far as heav'n's refplendent orbs XI. And as the rains from heav'n diftil, nor thither mount again, But fwell the earth with fruitful juice, and all its tribes fuftain; XII. So not a word that flows from me XIII. With joy and peace fhall then be led XIV. Where briers grew 'midft barren wilds, fhall firs and myrtles spring; And nature, through its utmost bounds, eternal praises fing. THE XXVII. ISAIAH, Ivii. 15. 16. I. Hus fpeaks the High and Lofty One; ye tribes of earth, give ear; The words of your Almighty King with facred rev'rence hear: II. Amidst the majesty of heav'n my throne is fix'd on high; And through eternity I hear the praises of the fky: Yet, looking down, I visit oft the humble hallow'd cell; And with the penitent who mourn 'tis my delight to dwell: IV. The down-cast spirit to revive, the fad in foul to cheer; And from the bed of duft the man of heart contrite to rear: V. With me dwells no relentless wrath against the human race; The fouls which I have form'd fhall find a refuge in my grace. XXVIII. ISAIAH, lviii. 5.-9. I. TTEND, and mark the folemn faft A which to the Lord is dear; Difdain the false unhallow'd mask which vain diffemblers wear. II. Do I delight in forrow's dress? III. Let fuch as feel oppreffion's load And let the helpless homeless poor IV. Go, bid the hungry orphan be with thy abundance blefs'd; Invite the wand'rer to thy gate, and spread the couch of rest. V. Let him who pines with piercing cold VI. Then, bright as morning, shall come forth, in peace and joy, thy days; And glory from the Lord above fhall fhine on all thy ways. A XXIX. LAMENT. iii. 37.-40. 1. MIDST the mighty, where is he Each varying fcene of changeful life II. He gives in gladfome bow'rs to dwell, or clothes in forrow's fhroud; His hand hath form'd the light, his hand hath form'd the dark'ning cloud. III. Why should a living man complain IV. O fons of men! with anxious care your hearts and ways explore; Return from paths of vice to God; return, and fin no more. XXX. HOSEA, Vi. I.-4. I. Ome, let us to the Lord our God C with contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave the defolate to mourn. |