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Who all night long unwearied sing Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, High praises to the eternal King. Thy mercy set me free,
Whilst in the confidence of prayer, All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, My faith took hold on thee. And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall For, though in dreadful whirls we hung, wake,
High on the broken wave, I may of endless light partake.
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save. Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; The storm was laid, the winds retired Guard my first springs of thought and Obedient to thy will; will,
The sea, that roared at thy command, And with thyself my spirit fill.
At thy command was still. Direct, control, suggest, this day, In midst of dangers, fears, and death, All I design, or do, or say;
Thy goodness I'll adore, That all my powers, with all their might, and praise thee for thy mercies past, In thy sole glory may unite.
And humbly hope for more. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; My life, if thou preserv'st my life, Praise him, all creatures here below;
Thy sacrifice shall be; Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
And death, if death must be my doom, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Shall join my soul to thee.
PARAPHRASE OF PSALM XXIII.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare, (1672-1719.]
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; HYMN.
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye ; How are thy servants blest, O Lord !
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads Supported by thy care, Through burning climes I passed unhurt, where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
My weary, wandering steps he leads, And breathed in tainted air.
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread, The hoary Alpine hills it warmed,
With gloomy horrors overspread, And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill;
For thou, O Lord, art with me still : Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, How, with affrighted eyes,
And guide me through the dreadful shade. Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devions lonely wilds I stray, Confusion dwelt in every face,
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile, And fear in every heart ;
The barren wilderness shall smile, When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, O'ercame the pilot's art.
And streams shall murmur all around.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives
Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man receives :
To enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round.
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart
To find that better way!
Which still so near us, yet beyond us
lies, O'erlooked, seen double by the fool, and
wise. Plant of celestial seed! if dropped be
low, Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'st to Fair opening to some court's propitious
shrine, Or deep with diamonds in the flaming
mine? Twined with the wreaths Parnassian
laurels yield, Or reaped in iron harvests of the field ? Where grows ?— where grows it not ?
If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the
soil : Fixed to no spot is happiness sincere, 'T is nowhere to be found, or everywhere. Ask of the learned the way, the learned
are blind; This bids to serve, and that to shun man.
kind: Some place the bliss in action, some in
ease ; Those call it pleasure, and contentment
these : Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end
in pain; Some, swelled to gods, confess e'en vir.
tue vain : Or indolent, to each extreme they fall,
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent, At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by thy breath;
To trust in everything, or doubt of all. But fortune's gifts if each alike possessed, Who thus define it, say they more or less And all were equal, must not all conThan this, that happiness is happiness?
test? Take nature's path, and mad opinion's If then to all men happiness was meant, leave;
God in externals could not place conAll states can reach it, and all heads conceive;
Fortune her gifts may variously disObvious her goods, in no extremes they pose, dwell;
And these be happy called, unhappy There needs but thinking right and meaning well;
But Heaven's just balance equal will apAnd mourn our various portions as we pear, please,
While those are placed in hope, and Equal is cominon sense and common ease. these in fear; Pemeinber, man, “ The Universal Cause Not present good or ill, the joy or curse, Acts not by partial, but by general laws"; But future views of better or of worse. And makes what happiness we justly O sons of earth, attempt ye still to call
rise, Subsist not in the good of one, but all. By mountains piled on mountains, to the There's not a blessing individuals find,
skies? But some way leans and hearkens to the Heaven still with laughter the vain toil kind;
surveys, No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with And buries madmen in the heaps they pride,
raise. No caverned hermit rests self-satisfied : Know, all the good that individuals Who most to shun or hate inankind pre find, tend,
Or God and nature meant to mere manSeek an admirer, or would fix a friend :
kind, Abstract what others feel, what others Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of think,
sense, All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink : Lie in three words, health, peace, and Each has his share ; and who would competence.
more obtain Shall find the pleasure pays not half the
pain. Order is Heaven's first law; and, this confessed,
ALLAN RAMSAY. Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,
(1685 - 1759.) More rich, more wise : but who infers from hence
SONG That such are happier shocks all common
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Haren to mankind impartial we confess, Jean, If all are equal in their happiness : Where heartsome with thee I have mony Bat mutual wants this happiness in
a day been : crease ;
To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no All nature's difference keeps all nature's peace.
We 'll may be return to Lochaber no Con-lition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king, These tears that I shed they are a' for In who obtain defence or who defend, In him who is or him who finds a friend ; And not for the dangers attending on Heaven breathes through every member weir; of the whole
Though borne on rough seas to a far One common blessing, as one common bloody shore, soul.
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more!