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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 fhade

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

§ 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 conceald,

And feed me with a fhepherd's care : Dispertè it, as now light difpels 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, WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

And all my midnight hours defend.
My rising soul surveys;

When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Transportod 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 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 redrest,

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

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

Thy friendly crook Thall 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 my feeble thoughts had learnt

Through devious lonely wilds 1 stray, To form themselves in pray’r.

Thy bounty shall my pains beguile :

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

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

And streauis Thall murmur all around.
Before my infant hcart conceivid
From whoin 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 iteps I ran,

T! Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,

HE spacious firmament on high,

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

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

Th’unwearicd fun, from day to day,
And through the pleasing fnares of vice, Does his Creator's pow'r display,
More to be feard than they.

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

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

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
And when in fins 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 my cup run o'er,

Whilft 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 thciidings as they roll,
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

And spread the truth from pole to pole.
My daily thanks employ,

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

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

Whatthonor real voice nor found

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

In reason's car they all rejoice, Thy govdnels I'll purtue;

And utter forth a glorious voice,
And after death in dittant world's

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

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

§ 7. Another Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy Thali adore.

The glorious armies of the sky
To thec, 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 ftill their moft exalted flights

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, shall 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 lay!

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 seas 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 come.

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

Tell how he form'd your shining frame,

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

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

While all th'adoring thrones around

His boundless mercy fing:
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,

And touch the sweetest string. Than cease from praising thee!

Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;

Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
$ 8. Another 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 praile him in the shade. Fill'd 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 stay'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 Alcd,

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 ikims the plains, Or starry poles werer carid:

United praise bestow :

Ye dragons found his awful name Before the loud melodious spheres

To hcav'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 fun:

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 breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.
Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,

To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Or prais’d thy wondrous name;
Thy bliss, O facred Spring of life !

Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your
great

Creator own;
Thy glory, was the fame.

Tell, when affrighted 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 insecis futt'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 fpoils, a sweet perfume,

My weary eyes in fleep 1 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 praisc.

THE words that from my lips proceed, (read,

My thoughts (for Thou thote thoughts cans Let man, by nobler passions sivay'd,

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

And hear, Ohcar me, when I pray.
In heav'nly praifé 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 Thec direct its longing eye:
Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, To Thee, whom nought obscurd by faina
Nurs’d on the downy lap of cale,

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

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

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

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

Who leilons of deceit has learn'd,
Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,

Or thifts a brother's blood to thed,
O praise th' cternal Source of love,

Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread.
With youth's enlivening fire:

But I, whose hope thy Love supports,
Let take up the tuneful lav,

(How great that Love!) will tread thy courts, Sigh his bless'd name--then foar

My knees in lowliest rev'rence bend,

away, And ask an angel's lyre.

And tow’rd thy thrine my hands extend.

Do thou, just God, my path prepare,
§ 10. Psalm 41h. MERRICK. And guard me from each hoftile inare;
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EFENDER of my rightful cause,

O lend me thy conducting ray,
While anguish from my botom draws

And level to my steps thy way.
The deep-felt sigh, the ccaseless pray'r,

Bchold me by a troop inclos’d, O make thy servant still thy care.

Offalsehood and of guilt compos’d: That aid, which oft my griefs has heal’d,

Their throat a fepulchre displays, To aid again, intreated, yield.

Dcep, wide, insatiate; in their praise How long, ye fons of pride, how long

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

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

let the mischiefs they intend My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?

Retorted on themselves descend, To God my heart shall vent its woe,

And let thy wrath correct their fin, Who, prompt his blellings to beltow

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

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

Peace and delight perpetual taste, Hii wouldit thou please? With rev’rend awe

Sav'd by thy care, in fongs of joy Obferve the dictates of his Law:

Their ever grateful voice employ, In feuict on thy couch reclin'd

And thare the gifts on those bestow'd, · Search to its depth thy restless mind,

Who love the name of Jacob's God. Till huih'd to peace the tumult lic,

Tocach who bears a guiltless heart, And wrath and fuite within thee dic.

Thy grace its bleflings Thall impart; With pureft gifts approach his shrine,

Strong as the brazen Thield, thy aid And late to Him thy care resign.

Around hiin cafts its cov'ring Thade. I hear a hoj elei: train demand, • Where's now the with’s Deliv'rer's hand ?"

§ 12. Psalm 6th, MERRICK. D. Thou, my God, do Thou reply, And let thy pretence from on high

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SPARE me, Lord, nor o'er my head

The fulness of thy vengcance Thed. In full cilation o’er our head

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

Heal my vex'd soul, my strength renew;
Whatjov in conscious heart o'tiflows! And O, if yet my fins demand
Vot fuch th' exulting lab'ıer kr.ons,

The will corrections of thy hand,

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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, return, and save Thy fervant from the greedy grave.

f 14. Psalm 23d. MERRICK. Snail Death's long-silent tongue, O say,

Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine ! The records of thy pow'r display,

Want thall never more be mine, Or pale Corrupcion'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,

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

When I faint with summer's hcat, Joceliant lave my sleepless 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 meadow flow. (While clouds of grief around me roll, He my foul anew thall frame, And hostile storms invade my foul,)

And, his mercy to proclaim, Relentless froin my cheek 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 shades of all-obfcuring night.

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

Thou thy fav'ring carc haft shown;

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

Fillid 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, Whute glory heav'n's vast height transcends.

This my footsteps shall attend, From infants Thou canst strength upraise,

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

Yield me 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 Donc,
I view the wonders of the sky,

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

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

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

And tread the hallow'd Hoor.
Along th'ethereal region borne;
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 the 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 shouldst bow ?

In friendihip’s firmest band. His rank awhile, by thy decree,

3. Th’Angelic Tribes beneath them fec,

Hither from Judah's utinost end Till round himn thy iinparted rays

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

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

Here, eager 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 tll’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 their birth to draw
Through paths to human fight deny'd.

From Jele's favour's Son.
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Whatever horrid monsters tread

The paths beneath the sea,
Their king at awful distance dread,

And fullenly obey.
O Lord, how far extends thy name !

Wherc'er the sun can roll,
That fun thy wonders shall proclaim ;

Thy deeds from pole to pole.

5. Be Peace by Each implor'd on thce, O Salem, while with bended knee

To Jacob's God we pray : How blest, who calls himtelf thy Friend ! Success his labour shall attend, And safety guard his way.

6. O mayst thou, free from hoftiie fear, Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,

Nor war's wild wastes deplore : Alay Plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts with lavish hand Distribute all her store.

7. Seat of my Friends and Brethren, hail ! How can my togue, O Salem, fail

To bless thy lov'd abode? How cease the zeal that in me glow's Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose

The mansion of my God?

§ 16. The 8tb Psalm translated.

CHRISTOPHER PITT. KING eternal and divine !

The world is thine alone : Above the stars thy glories thine,

Above the heavens thy throne.
How far extends thy mighty naine !

Where'er the sun can roll,
That sun thy wonders shall proclaim,

Thy deeds from pole to pole.
The infant's tongue shall speak thy power,

And vindicate thy laws ;
The tongue that never spoke before,

Shall labour in thy cause.
For when I lift my thoughts and eyes,

And view the heavens around,
Yon stretching waste of azure skies,

With ftars and planets crown'd; Who in their dance attend the Moon, The empress of the night,

around her silver throne Their tributary light: Lord ! what is mortal man? that he

Thy kind regard should thare ? What is his son, who claims from thee,

And challenges thy care ? Next to the blest Angelic kind,

Thy hands created inan, And this inferior world assign'd

To dignify his fpan,
Him all revere, and all obey

His delegated reign;
The flocks that through the valley ftray,

The herds that graze the plain.
The furious tiger speeds his Hight,
And trembles at his

powers In fear of his fuperior might,

The lions ccafe to roar,

§ 17. Pfalm the 241h parapbrased. Pitt. FAR as the world can stretch its bounds,

The Lord is king of all,
His wondrous power extends around

The circuit of the ball.
For he within the gloomy decps

Its dark foundations caft,
And rear'd the pillars of the earth

Amid the watery waste.
Who shall ascend his Sion's hill,

And see Jehovah there?
Who from his sacred shrine shall breathe

The facrifice of prayer ?
He only whose unfully'd soul

Fair virtue's paths has trod,
Whu with clean hands and heart regards

His neighbour and his God.
On him shall his indulgent Lord

Diffusive bounties thed ;
From God his Saviour fhall descend

All blessings on his head.
Of those who seek his righteous ways

Is this the chosen race,
Who balk in all his bounteous (miles,

And flourish in his grace,
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,

With hatty reverence rise ;
Ye everlasting doors, who guard

The palles of the skies,
Swift from your golden hinges leap,

Your barriers roll away,
Now throw your blazing portals wide,

And burft the gates of day.
For see! the King of glory comes

Along th’ethercal road :
The cherubs through your folds shall bear

The triumphs of your God.
Who is this great and glorious King!

Oh! 'tis the Lord, whose might
Decides the conquest, and suspends

The balance of the fight.
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors !

With hasty reverence rile;
Ye everlasting doors ! who guard

The pases of the skies.
Swift from your golden hinges leap,

Your barriers roll away,
Now throw your blazing portals wvide,
And burst the gates of day i

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