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$. Ax Address to the Deity. Thomson. And choral fymphonics, day without night,
ATHER of light and life! Thou Good Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,

On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol
O teach me what is good. Teach me THYSELF! Him first, him laft, him midst, and without end.
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,

Fairest of itars, last in the train of night, From every low pursuit ! and feed

If better thou belong not to the dawn, soul

my With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue with thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the finiling morn Sacred, fubfantial, never-fading bliss! [pure; While day arises, that tweet hour of prime.

Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, $ 2. Anotber Address to the Deity. YOUNG.

Acknowledge him thy greater, found his praile THOU great arbiter of life and death! In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,

Nature's immortal, immaterial fun! And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou Whose all-prolific beam late call'd me forth

fall'ft. From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'rt The worm's inferior, and in rank bencath With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow;



five other wand'ring fires that move To drink the spirit of the golden day;

In myftic dance, not without song, rcsound And triumph in existence; and couldnt know His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light, No motive, but my bliss; and haft ordain’d Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth A rise in blefling! with the Patriarcb's joy,

Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Thy call I follow to the land unknown. Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust; And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Or life, or death, is equal; neither weighs!

Vary to our great Maker still new praisc. All weight in this — let me live to Thee!

Yc Mifts and Exhalations that now rise

From hill or streaming lake, dusky or grey, $ 3. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call upon in honour to the ivorld's great Author rite!

Tiil the sun paint your feccy skirts with gold, all the parts of the Creation to join with them in whether to deck with clouds th’uncolour’dsky, extolling their common Maker. Milton.

Or wet the thirsty carth with falling showers, THESE arethy glorious works, Parent of good, Rising or falling

still advance his praise. Almighty, chine this universal frame, His praife ycWinds,that froin four quarters blow, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! Breathe foftor loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines L'ofpeakable, who síttri above these Heavens With every plant in sign of worship wave. To us invisible, or dimly feen

Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. The goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light, That singing up to Heaven's gate ascend, Angels; for ye behold hiin, and with longs Bear on your wings and in your Botes lis praise.



Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk Through all eternity to Thee
The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; A joyful fong I'll raise,
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,

For O! eternity's too short
To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade

To utter all thy praise.
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail universal Lord ! be bounteous still

§ 5. Hymn on Providence.

ADDISON To give us only good; and if the night

THE Lord my pasture Hall prepare, Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd,

And feed me with a shepherd's care : Disperte it, as now light dispels the dark.

His presence shall my wants supply,

And guard me with a watchful eye; § 4. Hymn on Gratitude. ADDISON. My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my inidnight hours defend.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;

When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Transported with the view, I'm loft

Or on the thirsty mountains pant; In wonder, love, and praise.

To fertile vales, and dewy mcads, O how shall words with equal warmth

My weary wand'ring steps hc leads; The gratitude declare

Where peaceful rivers, foft and Now,
That glows within my ravish'd heart?

Amid the verdant landskip flow.
But thou canst read it there.

Tho' in the paths of Death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread,
Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,

My tted fast heart shall fear no ill,
When in the filent womb I lay,

For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
And hung upon the breast.

Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful Thade.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy inercy lent an ear,

Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Ere yet ny feeble thoughts had learnt Through devious lonely wilds" i stray,
To form themselves in pray’r.

Thy bounty shall my pains beguile :

The barren wilderness shall smile, Unnumber'd coinforts to my


With fudden greens and herbage crown'd;
Thy tender care bestow'd,

And streams shall murmur all around.
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

$ 6. Another Hymn, from the beginning of the When in the slipp'ry paths of youth

19tb Psalm. ADDISON.
With heedless steps I ran,
Thinc arm unseen convey'd me safe,

HE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
And led me up to inan.

And spangled Heavens, a shining frame,
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, Their great original proclaim:
It gently clear'd my way,

Th’unwearied lun, from day to day,
And through the pleasing snares of vice, Does his Crcator's pow'r display,
More to be fear'd than they.

And publishes to every land
When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

The work of an Almighty hand.
With health renew'd my face,

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
And when in sins and forrows funk,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

And nightly to the lift'ning carth
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Repeats the story of her birth :
Has made iny cup run o'er,

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And in a kind and faithful friend

And all the planets in their turn,
Has doubled all my store.

Confirm the tidings as they roll,
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

And Ipread the truth from pole to pole.
My daily chanks employ,

What though in folemn silence all
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

Move round the dark terrestrial ball !
That tastes those gifts with joy.

What tho' nor real voice nor found

Amid their radiant orbs be found !
Through every period of my life

In rcafon's car they all rejoice,
Thy goodness I'll purtue;

And utter forth a glorious voice,
And after death in cittant worlds

For ever singing as they thine,
The glorious theme renew.

“ The hand that made us is Divine."
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,

Anorber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy ihali adore.

HE glorious armies of the sky
To thee, Almighty King,


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Triumphant anthems consecrate,

And all this vast and goodly frame And hallelujahs fing.

Sinks in the mighty wreck; But fill their moft exalted Aights

When from her orb the moon shall start, Fall vaftly short of thee:

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

And all the trembling starry lamps From thy perfections be!

Their ancient course forsake; Yet how, my God, thall I refrain,

For ever permanent and fix'd, When to my ravilh'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 line above,
In their eternal dance,

$ 9. Another Hymn, from Psalm 1481b. OGILVIE. Reveal their skilful Maker's praise With filent elegance.

BEGIN, my soul, th’exalted


Let each enraptur'd thought obey, The blushes of the morn confess

And praise th’Almighty's name: That thou art ftill more fair,

Lo! heaven and earth, and feas and skies, When in the East its beams revive,

In one melodious concert riie, 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 flow'ry bloom

Where gay transporting beauty reigns, In balmy whispers own, from Thee

Ye scenes divinely fair! Their pleasing odours coine.

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim ; The singing birds, the warbling winds,

Tell how he form'd your shining frame,

And breath'd the Auid air.
And water's murm'ring fall,
To praise the first Almighty Cause

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

While all th'adoring thrones around

His boundless mercy sing:
Thy num'rous works exalt thee thus,
And shall I filent be?

Let ev'ry lift'ning faint above
No; 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;

Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
$ 8. Anotber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe. The mighty chorus aid :
THOU didit, О mighty God ! exist Soon as grey 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 shade. Filld up the void of space :

Thou heav'n of hcav’uis, his vast abode, Before the pond'rous earthly globe

Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, In fluid air was ftay’d;

Who callid yon worlds from night: Before the ocean's mighty springs

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

At once th' involving darkness fled,

And nature sprung to light.
Ere through the gloom of ancient night
The streaks of light appear'd;

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

That wings the air, that skims the plains, Or starry poles werer car'd:

United praise bcitow : Before the loud melodious spheres

Ye dragons found his awful name

To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim
Their tuneful round begun;

Ye livelling deeps below.
Before the shining roads of heav'n
Were measur’d by the tun:

Let every element rejoice :

Ye thunders, built with awful voice Ere through the empyrean courts

To him who bids you roll;
One hallelujah rung;

His praise in fofter notes declare,
Or to their harps the fons of light
Ecstatic anthems sung:

Each whispering brceze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the foul.
Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,
Or prais’d thy wondrous name;

To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Thy blits, O sacred Spring of life!

Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,

Creator own ;
Thy glory, was the fame.

Tell, when attrighted nature shook,
And when the pillars of the world

How Sinai kindled at his look,
With fudden ruin break,

And trembled at his frown.


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Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,

When to his long expecting eyes Ye infects Autt'ring on the gale,

The vintage and the harvests rise, In mutual 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 fleep I close, In incense to the skies.

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

For Thou, great God, thalt screen my head,
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,

And plant a guard around my bed.
Harmonious anthems raise
To him who thap'd your finer monld,

§ 11. Psalm stb. MERRICK.
Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

THE words that from my lips proceed, [read,

My thoughts (for Thou those thoughts canst Let man, by nobler pafsions sway'd,

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

And hear, Ohcar me, when I pray. In heav'nly praise employ;

With earliest zeal, with wakeful care, Spread his tremendous name around,

To Thee my soul thall pour its pray'r,
Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, And, cre the dawn has itreak'd the sky,
The gen'ral burst of joy.

To Thee direct its longing eye:
Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, To Thce, whom nought obscur’d by Raiu
Nursid on the downy lap of cate,

Can please; whole doors to feet profane
Fall profire at his throne :

Inexorable stand; whose Law Ye princes, rules, all adore ;

Offenders from thy light shall awe. Praise him, ye kings, who m. kes your pow'r

Let each whose ongue to lies is turn’d, An image of his own.

Who lesions of deceit has learn’d,

Or thirsts a brother's blood to shed,
Yc fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' cternal Source of love,

Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread.

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

(How great that Love!) will tread thy courts,
take the tuneful lay,

up Sigh his blefs’d name-then foar away,

My knees in lowlieft rev'rence bend,

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

Do thou, juft God, my path prepare,
§ 10. Psalm 41). MERRICK. And guard me from each hostile fnare;

Olend me thy conducting ray,
DEFENDER of my rightful cause, And level to my steps thy way.
While anguish from my botom draws

Bchold me by a troop inclos'd, The deep-felt ligh, the ccafeless pray'r,

Offalsehood and of guilt compos’d : O make thy servant still thy care.

Their throat a sepulchre displays,
That aid, which oft my griefs has hcald,

Deep, wide, insatiate; in their praise
To aid again, intreated, yield.
How long, ye fons of pride, how long

Lurks flatt’ry, and with specious art
Shall faliehood arm your impious tongue,

Belies the purpose of their heart. And erring rage your breatt inflame,

O let the mischiefs they intend

Retorted on themselves descend,
My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?
To God iny hcart shall vent its woe,

And let thy wrath correct their fin,

Whose hearts thy mercy fails to win.
Who, prompt his bleflings to beltow
On each whofe breast has learn’d his fear,

May all whose trust on Thec is plac'd
Bows to my plaint the willing car.

Peace and delight perpetual taste,

Sav'd by thy care, in songs of joy Him wouldit thou please? With rev'rend awe

Their ever grateful voice employ, Observe the diclates of his Law:

And thare the gifts on those bestow'd, In fecret on thy couch reclin'd

Who love the name of Jacob's God. · Search to its depth thy restless mind,

To each who bears a guiltless heart, Tillhuth'd to peace the tumult lic,

Thy grace its bleilings fall impart;
And wrath and Strite within thee dic.

Strong as the brazen thield, thy aid
With purest gifts approach his thrine,
And latc to Him thy carc resign.

Around him cafts its cov’ring shade.
I hcar a hopeless train demand,
" Where's now the with’d Deliv'rer's hand ?" § 12. Pfalm 6th. MERRICK.
D. Thou, my God, do Thou reply,


SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head And let thy pretence from on high

The fulness of thy vengcance shed. In full colution o’er our head

With pitying eye my weakncís view,
Its all-enlivening influence thed.

Heal my vex'd soul, my strength renew;
What joy my conscious heart o'zinows! And O, if yet my sins demand
Not such th' exulting lab'ıer kings,

The will corrections of thy hand,


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§ 13.

Yet give my pains their bounds to know, Immortal King! Through Earth’swide frame, And fix a period to iny woe.

How great thy honour, praise, and name ! Return, great God, reiurn, and fave Thy fervant from the greedy grave.

14. Psalm 23d. MERRICK. Shail Death's long-filent tongue, O say, The records of thy pow'r display,


Want thall never more be mine, Or pale Corruption's startled ear

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

He thall feed his happy Charge, By languor, grief, and care oppressid,

couch with tend'reli care With groans perpetual heaves my breast, 'Midst the springing grass prepare; And tears, in large profufion shed,

When I faint with summer's hcat, Incetiant lave my fleepless bed.

He shall lead my wcary feet My life, though yet in mid career,

To the streams that still and flow Beholds the winter of its year,

Through the verdant mcadow flow. (While clouds of grief around me roll, He my foul anew Thall frame, And hoftile fiorms invade my foul,)

And, his mercy to proclaim, Relentless from my check eachtrace

When through devious paths I stray, O: youth and blooining health erase,

Teach iny steps the better way: And spread before my wasting sight

Though the dreary vale I tread
The hades of all-obicuring night.

By the thades of death o'erspread;
Hence, ye profane: My Saviour hears ; There I walk from terror free,
While yet I 1peak, he wipes my tears, While my ev'ry wish I fce
Accepts my pray'r, and bids each foe By thy rod and staff supplied ;
With thame their vain attempts forego, This iy guard, and that iny guide.
And, struck with horror from on high, While my foes are gazing on,
In wild diforder backward fly.

Thou thy fav'ring carc haft thown;

Thou my plenteous board halt spread;
Psalm 8th.
MERRICK. Thou with oil refreth'd my head;

Fill'd by Thee my cup o'erflows;
IMmortal King! Through Earth's wide frame
How great thy honour, praise, and name !

For thy Love no limit knows.
Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends,

Constant, to my latest end, Whole glory heav'n's vast height transcends.

This my footíteps thall attend, From infants Thou canst strength upraise,

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

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

15. Psalm 122d. MERRICK.
In mute astonishment thall stand,
And bow beneath thy conqu’ring hand. THE feftal Morn, my God, is come,
When, rapt in thought, with wakeful eye

That calls me to thy honour'd Doinc,
I view the wonders of the sky,

Thy prefence to adore : Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head

My feet the summons shall attend, In rich magnificence have spread;

With willing Iteps thy Courts atcend,
The filent Moon, with waxing horn

And tread the hallow'd floor,
Along th'ethereal region borne;
The Stars with vivid lustre crown'd,

Ev’n now to our transported eyes
That nighily walk their destin'd round, Fair Sion's tow'rs in prospect rile
Lord! What is Man, that in th's care

Within her gates we stand, His humble lot should find a share;

And, loft in wonder and delight, Or what the Son of Man, that Thou

Bchold her happy Sons unite Thus to his wants thy ear shouldīt bow ?

In fricndihip's firmest band. His rank awhile, by thy decree,

3• Th’Angelic Tribes beneath them see,

Hither from Judah's utmost end Till round him thy imparted rays

The Heav'n-protected Tribes afcend; With unextinguish'd glory blaze.

Their ott'rings hither bring; Subjected to his feet by thee,

Here, cager to attest their joy, To Him all Nature bows the knee;

In hymns of praise their tongues employ, The beasts in him their Lord behold;

And hail th' immortal King. The grazing herd, the bleating fold,

4. The lavage race, a countless train,

By his Command impell’d, to Her That range at large thi’extended plain,

Contending Crowds their cause refer; The fowls, of various wing, that fly

While Princes from her Throne, O'er the vast desert of the sky,

With equal doom, th’unerring Law And all the wat’ry tribes, that glide

Dispense, who boast thcir birth to draw Through paths to human fight deny'd.

From Jele's favour's Son.


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