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III. Thou fill d'st the waste of ocean, earth, and air, 15 With multitudes that swim, or walk, or fly: From rolling worlds descends thy gen'rous care, To insect crouds that 'scape the nicest eye : For each a sphere was circumscrib'd by thee.
To bless, and to be bless’d, their noblest end; 20 To which, with speedy course, they all unerring
Conscious of thee, with nobler pow'rs endu'd,
Then to thy aid was boundless wisdom join'd,
On angels wings, the victor God aspir'd, Relenting justice fmild, and frowning wrath retir'd.
To theç, munific, ever-flaming Love!
Winds waft thy praise, by rolling planets tun'd;
It comes! it comes!' I feel internal day;
Oh! snatch me, bear me to thy happy reign;
An HYMN to BenevOLENCE.
Whilft thy kind dietates I pursue,
Their wishes and their care.
Daughter of God! delight of man!
Which still thy hand sustains :
And Discord gnash'd in chains.
Far as the pointed sun-beam flies,
All nature owns thy nod:
From nothing ev'n to God.
Envy, that tortures her own heart
Thy charms divine expel:
To native night and hell.
By thee inspir'd, the gen'rous breast,
With goodness large and free,
way, And aid the feeble knee.
O come! and o'er my bofom reign,
Thro' ev'ry action fhine ;
And make me wholly thine.
Nor let fair' Virtue's mortal bane,
My My faintest wishes fway; By her pofsefs'd, ere hearts refine, .. In hell's dark depth shall mercy shine, in
And kindle endless day.
If from thy sacred paths I turn,
Nor with their pleasures glow :
groan in hopeless woe.
FIGHT; brooding o'er her mute domain,
PortEntous, through the foggy air,