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In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
I hear the voice of God among the trees. My daily thanks employ,
With thee in (hady solitudes I walk, Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
With thee in busy crowded cities talk;

That tastes those gifts with joy.
In every creature own thy forming power, Through every period of my life
In each event thy providence adore.

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
Thy hopes shall animate my drooping foul, And after

death in distant worlds
Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear controul: The glorious theme renew.
Thus Thall I rest, unmov'd by all alarms, When nature fails, and day and night
Secure within the temple of thine arms,

Divide thy works no more,
From anxious cares, from gluomy terrors free, My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

Thy mercy shall adore. Then when the last, the closing bour draws Through all eternity to Thee nigh,

A joyful song I'll raise, And earth rececles before my swimming eye; For O! eternity's too short When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate To utter all thy praise. ) Itand, and stretch my view to either state; Teach me to quit this transitory scene With decent triumph and a look serene; § 5. Hymn on Providence. Addison Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on higli, The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And, having lived to thee, in thee to die. And feed me with a thepherd's care;

His presence thall my wants fupply,

And guard me with a watchful eye ; 4. Hymn on Gratitude. Addison. My noon-day walks he shall attend, When all thy mercies, O my God,

And all my midnight hours defend. My rising foul furveys

When in the sultry glebe I faint, Transported with the view, I'm lost Or on the thirsty mountains pant; In wonder, love, and praise.

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

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

Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
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,
Thy providence my life sustain'd,

With gloomy horrors overspread,
And all my wants redressid,

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
When in the silent womb I lay,

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

Thy friendly crook thall give me aid,
To all my weak complaints and cries

And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Thy mercy lent an ear,

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

Thy bounty thall my pains beguile:

The barren wilderness thall smile, Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

With sudden greens and herbage crown'd; Thy tender care beltow'd,

And streams thall murmur all around. Before my infant heart conceivid

From whom those comforts flow'd. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth

$ 6. Another Hymr. from the beginning of With heedless steps I ran,

1915 Pfalm. Addison. Thine arm unseen convey'd me lase,

The spacious firmament on high,
And led me up to mani.

With all the blue ethereal sky,,
Tlarough hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, It gently clear'd my way,

Their great Original proclaim:
And through the pleafing Inares of vice,

Th' unwearied lun, from day to day,
More to be fear'd than they.

Does his Creator's pow'r display,
When worn with fickness, oft haft thou And publishes to every land
With health renewid my face,

The work of an Almighty hand.
And when in fins and forrows sunk,

Soon as the evening fhades prevail,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
Thy bounteons hand with worldly bliss And nightly to the lift'ning earth,
Has made my cup run o'er,

Repeats the story of her birth: And in a kind and faithful friend

Whilft all the stars that round her burn, Has doubled all my store,

And all the planets in their turn,


Conit the tidings as they roll,

Before the loud melodious spheres And locad the truth from pole to pole.

Their tuneful round beguil;

Before the shining roads of heav'n
What doagh in folemn silence all

Were measur'd by the sun :
More round be dark terreitrial ball!
Want tbo' nor teal voice nor found

Ere through the empyrean courts
Anid tbeir radiant or be found!

One hailchujah rung; In ration's ear be all reoice,

Or to their harps the sons of light And utter forta a glorious voice,

Ecitatic anthems fung: For ever fingiug as they shine,

Ere men ador'd, or angels knew, u The hand this made us is Divine."

Or prais'd thy wondrous name;

Thy bliss, O facred Spring of life! 67. Auctber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.

Thy glory, was the same.

And when the pillars of the world
Tre glorious armies of the sky

With sudden ruin break,
To toce, Ainuigbey King,

And all this vast and goodiy frame
Triumphant anthems consecrate,

Sinks in the mighty wreck;
And tallelujahs sing.
But All their mot exalted flights

When from her orb the moon shall start,

Th' astonish'd sun roll back,
Fall Fativ thort of thee:
Hou ditant then mut human praise

And all the trembling itarry lamps

Their ancient course forlake;
From tay perfections be!
Yahor, my God, shall I refrain,

For ever permanent and fix'd,

From agitation free,
Wbea to my ravish'd sense
creature every where around

Unchang'd in everlasting years,
D..plays thy excellence!

Shall thy existence be.
Tse zaive lights that shine abore,
Io their eteraal dance,

69. Another Hymn, from Psalm 148:b. Ogilvie. Reteal tbeir skilful Maker's praise With filent ekgance.

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay!

Let each enraptur'd thought obey, The blutes of the mom confess

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

Lo! heaven and eartlı, and leas and ikies, When in the East its beams revive,

In one melodious concert rile, To giid the fields of air.

To swell th' inspiring theme. Tilsyrant, the refreshing breeze

Ye fields of light, celeitial plains, Oi ev'ry How'ry Hoom

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

Ye scenes divinely fair ! Their plaing odours come.

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim, Tiefinging birds, the warbling winds,

Tell how he forin'd your thining frame, And waters murin'ring fall,

And breath'd the Huid air. the first Almighty Cause

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

While all th' adoring thrones around Thy nun'rous works exalt thee thus,

His boundless mercy fing: Ar. frall I ailent be?

Let ev'ry lift'ning faint above Ne; rather let me cease to breathe,

Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
Than ceale from praising Thee!

And touch the sweetest string.
Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;

Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire, $8 Selber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.

The mighty chorus aid:
Taor di?, O mighty God! exist Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain,
Ere tine began its race;

Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
Before the urple elements

And praise him in the Nade. Fild up the void of space :

Thou hea v 'n of heav'ns, his vait abode, Before ta pond'rous earthly globe

Ye clouds, proclaim your forining God, In tud air was stay'd;

Who call'd yon worlds from night: Beic: the ocean's mighty springs

“ Ye Mades, dispel !"—th' Eternal laid; Thez quid ftores display'd;

At once th' involving darkness fled, Ere through the gloom of ancient night

And nature sprung to light. The straks of light appear'd;

Whate'er a blooming world contains, Beiore the high ccleftial arch,

That wings the air, that 1kims the plains, Or Starry poles were rear'd:

United praise bestow;

Ye dragons, round 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, hurst with awful voice

Till hush'd to peace the tumult lie, To him who bids you roll;

And wrath and strife within thee die. His praise in fofter notes declare,

With purest gifts approach his farine, Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And safe to Him thy care refign. And breathe it to the foul.

I hear a hopeless train demand,

“ Where's now the wilh'd Deliv'rer's hand ?" To him, ye graceful cedars, bow; Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,

Do Thcu, my God, do Thou reply, Your great Creator own;

And let thy presence from on high Tell, when affrighted nature shook,

In full effusion o'er our head How Sinai kindled at bis 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,
Ye Aocks that haunt the humble vale, When to his long expecting eyes
Ye insects Autt'ring on the gale,

The vintage and the harvests rise,
In mutual concourse rile:

And, shadowing wide the cultur'd foil, 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 fing; For Thou, great God, shalt screen my head,
Ye plumy warblers of the fpring,

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

SIT. Psalm 5zb. Merrick. Who tipp'd your glítt'ring wings with gold, The words that from my lips proceed,

And tun'd your voice to praise. My thoughts (for Thou those thoughts car Let man by nobler passions sway'd,

My God, my King, attentive weigh, (read The feeling heart, the judging head, And hear, o hear me, when I pray. In heav'nly praise employ ;

With earliest zeal, with wakeful care, Spread his tremendous name around, To Thee my soul shall pour its pray'r, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the found, And, ere the dawn has streak’d the sky, The gen’ral burst of joy.

To Thee direct its longing eye: Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,

To Thee, whom nought obscur'd by stain Nurs'd on the downy lap of case,

Can please; whofe doors to feet profane Fall prostrate at his throne:

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

Offenders from thy fight shall awe. Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r

Let each whose tongue to lies is turn'd,

Who leffons of deceit has learn'd, An image of his own.

Or thirsts a brother's blood to shed, Ye fair, by nature form’d to move,

Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread. O praise th' eternal Source of love,

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

(How great that Love!) will tread thy court Let age take up the tuneful lay,

My knees in lowlieft rev'rence bend, Sigh his bless'd name—then foar away, And tow'rd thy shrine my hands extend. And alk an angel's lyre.

Do thou, just God, my path prepare,
And guard me from each hostile snare ;

O lend me thy conducting ray,
. $ 10. Psalm 4th. Merrick.

And level to my steps thy way.
Defender of my rightful cause,

Behold me hy a troop inclosd,
While anguish from my bofom draws of falsehood and of guilt compos’d:
The deep-felt figh, the ceaseless pray'r, Their throat a sepuichre displays,
O make thy servant still thy care.

Deep, wide, insatiate; in their praise
That aid, which oft my griefs has heald, Lurks Hatt'ry, and with specious art
To aid again, entreated, yield.

Belies the purpose of their heart.
How long, ye fons of pride, how long o let the mischiefs they intend
Shall falsehood arm your impious tongue, Retorted on themselves descend,
And erring rage your breast inflame, And let thy wrath correct their fin,
My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame? Whose hearts thy mercy fails to win.
To God my heart thall 'vent its woe, May all whose trust on 'Thee is plac'd,
Who, prompt his blessings to bestow Peace and delight perpetual taste,
On each whose breast has learn'd his fear, Sav'd by thy care, in songs of joy
Bows to my plaint the willing ear.

Their ever grateful voice employ,

And that the gifts on those beltow'd, His rank awhile, by thy decree,
W30 Love the name of Jacob's God. Th’ Angelic Tribes beneath them fee,
To each wbo bears a guiltless heart,

Till round him thy imparted rays
Tuy grace its blefing thall impart;

With unextinguish'd glory blaze. Strong as the brazen thield, thy aid

Subjected to his feet by Thee, Around bin cafts its cor’ring shade. To him all Nature bows the knee;

The beasts in him their Lord behold;
Ş!2 Psalm 6ıb. Merrick. The grazing herd, the bleating fold,
O SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head The lavage race, a countless train,
The fulness of thy vengeance shea.

That range at large th’extended plain,
With pitying eye my weakness view, The fowls, of various wing, that fly
Hegy rend loul, my ttrength renew; O'er the vast desert of the lky,
Aad 0, if yet my sins demand

And all the wat’ry tribes, that glide
The wife corrections of thy land,

Through paths to human tight deny d. Yet give my pains their bounds to know, Immortal King! Through Earth's wide freme, Asd is a period to my woe.

How great thy honour, praise, and name ! Re:17, great God, return, and save Thr servant from the greedy grave.

14. Psalm 23d. Merrick. Deard's long-filent tongue, O say, Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine ! The recrds of thy pow'r display,

Want Thall never more be mine. Cape Coruption's startled ear,

In a palture fair and large Tb; prace within its prison hear?

He shall feed his happy Charge, Bz sagur, grief, and care opprest,

And my couch with tend'rest care Wegbaas perpetual heaves my breast, 'Midst the springing grass prepare. Aads, in large profusion shed,

When I faint with summer's heat, Secert lave my deepless bed.

He thall lead my weary,

feet Mr Beagh yet in mid career,

To the streams that still and flow Beznike s inter of its year,

Through the verdant meadow flow, (W.kcceds of grief around me roll, He my soul anew shall frame, Atit de forms invade my low.)

And, his mercy to proclaim, keratis from my cheek each trace

When through devious paths I stray,
Day and blooming health erase, Teach niy steps the better way:
di prea before my waiting light Though the dreary vale I tread
72 s ci ail-ubícuring night.

By the shades of death o'erspread;
Hrnce, ye prutane: My Saviour hears; There I walk from terror free,
Wule yet I pesk, he wipes my tears, While my ev'ry wish I see
Aca o przy's, and bids each foe By thy rod and staff supplied;
We are set vain attempts forego, This my guard, and that my guide.
Aneteca mu borror from on high,


my foes are gazing on, Lunder backward fly.

Thou thy fav’ring care last shown:

Thou my plenteous board haft spread; 11. Psalm 8:b. Merrick. Thou with oil refresh'd my head; Volta: King! Through Earth's wideframe Filled by Thee my cup o'erflows; Áreat tay in nour, praise, and name! For thy Love no limic knows. Wersa o'er dilant worlds extends, Constant, to my latest end,

gary, beav'n's vast height transcends. This my footsteps shall attend, Hearts tuou canft ftrength upraise, And shall bid thy hallow'd Dome

- a their hiping tongues to praise: Yield me an eternal home. Dette sengeance-breathing Foe TE terrors taught to know,

§ 15. Pfalm. 122d. Merrick, ***hment shall stand,

breath thy conqu’ring hand, The feltal Morn, my God, is come, * Sze ia though, with wakeful eye That calls me to thy honour'd Dome e zonders of the sky,

Thy presence to adore: Wyrzze thy fingers o'er our head My feet the summons thall attend, ga:bcence have spread;

With willing steps thy Courts ascend, Telcon, with waxing horn,

And tread the hallow'd floor, " ethereal region borne; .. ut vivid luftre crown'd,

Ev'n now to our transported eyes T*.- , walk their deftin'd round, Fair Sion's tow'rs in prospect rile; L : Wžis Man, that in thy care

Within her gates we stand, ko hamn s should find a share;

And, loft in wonder and delight, at the son of Man, that Thou Behold ner happy Sons unite Tess to his waits thy ear shouldīt bow? In friend thip's firmeft band.



It happen'd that immortal Love Hither from Judab's utmost end

Was ranging thro' the spheres above, The Heav'n-protected Tribes ascend; And downward hither cast his eye, Their off rings hither bring:

The year's returning pomp to spy:
Here, eager to atteft their joy,

He saw the radiant God of day
In hymns of praise their tongues employ, Lead round the globe the rofy May;
And hail th' immortal King.

The fragrant Airs and genial Hours

Were shedding round him dews and flowers; By his Command impellid, to Her

Before his wheels Aurora pass'd, Contending Crowds their cause refer ; And Helper's golden lamp was last.

While Princes from her 'Throne, But, faireit of the blooming throng, With equal doom, th' unerring Law

When Health majestic mov'd along, Dispense, who boast their birth

to draw All gay with smiles, to fec below From le's favour'd Son.

The joys which from her presence flow,

While earth enliven 'd hears her voice,
Be Peace by Each implor'd on thee,

And fields, and focks, and swains rejoice; O Salem, while with bended knee

Then mighty Love her charms confels'd, To Yacob's God we pray;

And foon his vows inclin'd her breast, How blest

, who calls himlelf thy Friend! And, known from that auspicious morn Success his labour shall attend,

The pleasing Cheerfulness was born. And safety guard his way.

Thou, Cheerfulness, by Heav'n design'd 6.

To rule the pulse that moves the mind,
O may'st thou, free from hostile fear, Whatever fretful passion springs,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,

Whatever chance or nature brings
Nor war's wild wastes deplore:

To straiņ the tuneful poize within, May plenty nigh thee take her ftand, And disarrange the sweet machine; And in thy courts with lavith hand

Thou, Goddess, with a master-band Distribute all her store,

Doft each attemper'd key command,

Refine the soft and swell the strong,
Seat of my friends and Brethren, hail | Till all is concord, all is fong.
How can my tongue, 0 Salem, fail

Fair guardian of domestic life,
To bless thy lov'd abode

Beit banither of home-bred itrife,
How ceale the zeal that in me glows

Nor sullen lip, nor taunting eye
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose Deform the scene where thou art by:
The mansion of my God?

No fickening husband damns the hour

That bound bis joys to female pow'r: $16. Hymn to Cheerfulness-The Aulbor being No pining mother weeps the cares. fick.-Dr. Akenfide.

That parents waste on hopeless heirs : How thick the shades of evening close ! Th' officious daughters pleas'd attend; How pale the sky with weight of Inows ! The brother rises to the friend: Haste, light the tapers, urge the fire, By thee their board with flowers is crown'd, And bid the joyless day retire !

By thee with songs their walks resound, -Alas, in vain I try within

By thee their sprightly mornings thine, To raile 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; While winter's voice, that storms around, Tho' now he itrays by rills and bowers, And yon deep death-bell's groaning found And weeping wears the lonely hours; Renew my mind's oppreflive gloom, Or, if the nymph her audience deign, Till starting horror Thakes the room. Shames the Toft itory of his pain Is there in Nature no kiud power

With flavish looks, discolour'd eyes, To sooth aftliction's lonely hour?

And accents faltering into lighs; To blunt the edge of dire disease,

Yet thou, auspicious power, with ease And teach these wintry shades to please? Canft yield him happier hearts to please, Come CHEERFULNESS, triumphant fair, Exalt his mien to manlier charms, Shine through the painful cloud of care : Instruct his tongue with nobler arms, O lweet of anguage, mild of mien,

With more commanding passion move, O Virtue's friend and Pleasure's queen! And teach the dignity of love. Assuage the fames that burn my brealt, Friend to the Muse and all her train, Attune my jarring thoughts to reft;

For thee I court the Mule again; And while ty gracious gifts I feel,

And may the votive lay disclose My fong shall all thy praise reveal.

How much to thy fair aid the owes ! As once ('twas in Aftrea's reign) See, when thy touch reveals her mine, The vernal pow'rs renew'd their train, How pure the stures of fancy thine;


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