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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 :
Ere through the empyrean courts
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,
Shall thy existence be.
$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,
The vintage and the harvests 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.
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.
Let cach whose tongue to lies is turn'd,
Or thirsts a brother's blood to shed,
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.
Do thou, just God, my patha prepare,
O lend me thy conducting ray,
And level to my steps thy way. DEPENDER of my rightful cause,
Behold me by á troop inclosd,
Of falsehood and of guilt compas'd :
Deep, wide, insatiate; in their praise
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,
May all whose inust on Thee is plac'ı,
Their ever grateful voice employ;
And share the gifts on those bestow'd, His rank awhile, by thy decree,
Th’Angelic Tribes beneath them, see,
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!
$ 14. Psalm 23d, Merrick,
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,
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;
Constant, to my latest end,
And shall bid thy hallow'd Dome
Yield me an eternal home.
§ 15. Psalın 122d. Merrick, la mute astonishment shall stand,
1. And bow beneath thy conqu’ring hand,
The festal Morn, my God, is come,
Thy presence to adore :
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,
In friendship's firmest Land.
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,
Whatever chance or nature brings
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,
Fair guardian of domestic life,
Best banister of home-bred strife,
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 :
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;
Or, if the nymph her audience deign,
With slavish looks, discolor'd eyes,
And accents faltering into sighs : To blunt the edge of dire disease,
Yer thou, auspicious power, with ease
With more commanding passion more,
For thee I court the Musc again;
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 ;
Tlark! when thy breath her song impels, Do thou conduct my fancy's dreams
To such indulgent, tender theines
As just the struggling brcast may cheer,
Which none but friends and lovers know.
$ 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;
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.
And challenges thy care ?
Thy hands created man,
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
Ilis delegated reign;
The herds that graze the plain,
The furious tiger speeds his flight,
And trembles at his power; If right I touch the votive string,
In fear of his superior might,
The lions ccaxe to roar.
Whatever horrid monsters tread
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;
Thy deeds from pole to pole.
$ 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.