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For see! the King of Glory comes

Within the proud delighted waves Along th' ethereal road :

The wanton turrets play;
The cherubs through your folds shall bear The streams lead down their humid train,
The triumphs of their God.

Reluctant to the Sea.
Who is this great and glorious King ? Amid the scene the temple floats,
Oh! 'tis the God, whose care

With its reflected towers,
Leads on his Israel to the field,

Gilds all the surface of the flood, Whore power controuls the war.

And dances to the shores.

With wonder see what mighty power § 18. Psalm 29tb. Pitt.

Our sacred Sion cheers,
YE mighty princes, your oblations bring,

Lo! there amidst her stately walls,
And pay due honours to your awful King; Her God, her God appears.
His boundless power to all the world proclaim,
Bend at his shrine, and tremble at his name.

Fixt on her basis we shall stand,

And, innocently proud,
For hark! his voice, with unresisted sway,
Rules and controuls the raging of the Sca;

Smile on the tumults of the world,
Within due bounds the mighty ocean keeps,

Beneath the wings of God. And in their watery cavern awes the deeps : See ! how their weakness to proclaim, Shook by that voice, the nodding groves around The heathen tribes engage! S:art from their roots, and Ay the dreadful found. See ! how with fruitless wrath they burn, The blasted cedars low in duft are laid,

And impotence of rage ! And Lebanon is left without a shade.

But God has spoke ; and lo! the world, See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains crowd,

His terrors to display, And fly for thelter from the thundering God:

With all the melting globe of earth,
Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance,

Drops filently away.
And in wild measures lead th’unwieldy dance.
His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire,

Still to the mighty Lord of hosts

Securely we refort;
Back from the blait the shrinking fames retire.
Evin Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks,

For refuge fly to Jacob's God,

Our fuccour and support.
With all his Savages the desert shakes.
At the dread sound the hinds with fear are ftung, Hither, ye numerous nations, crowd,
And in the lonely forest drop their young ;

In lilent rapture stand,
While in his hallow'd temple all proclaim And see o'cr all the carth display'd
His glorious honours, and adore his name.

The wonders of his hand,
High o'er the foaming furges of the sea He bids the din of war be still,
He fits, and bids the listening deeps obey :

And all its tumults ceate;
He reigns o’er all; for ever lasts his power, He bids the guiltless trumpet found
Till nature sinks, and time shall be no more. The harmony of peace.
With ftrength the sons of Israel Thall he bless,
And crown our tribes with happiness and

He breaks the tough reluctant bow,
peace.

He bursts the brazen spear, 19. Psalm 46th parapbrased. Pitt.

And in the crackling firc his hand.

Consumes the blazing car.
ON God we build our fure defence,

Hear then his formidable voice,
In God our hope repose :

“ Be still, and know the Lord;
His hand protects us in the fight,
And guards us from our woes.

By all the hcathen I'll be fcar'd;

“ By all the carth ador'd.” Then, be the earth's unwieldy frame Froin its foundations hurlid,

Still to the Mighty Lord of hosts We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy

Securely we rcfort; The ruins of the world.

For refuge fly to Jacob's God,

Our succour and support. What though the folid rocks be rent,

In tempests whirl'd away!
What though the hills should burst their roots, $ 20. Psalm goth paraphrafed. Pitt.

And roll into the Sea:
Thou sea, with drcadful tumults swell,

THY hand, O Lord, through rolling ycars

Has fav'd us from despair,
And bid any waters rile
In furious furges, till they dath

From period down to period stretch'd

The prospects of thy care,
The flood-gates of the skies.
Our minds shall be serene and calm,

Before the world was first conceived,
Like Siloah's peaceful Hood;

Before the pregnant carth
Whofe soft and silver streams refresh

Call'd forth the mountains from her womb, The City of our God.

Who struggled to their birth;

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Eternal God! thy early days

Now the bleft years of joy restore, Beyond duration run,

For those of grief and strife, Ere the first race of startling time

And with one pleasant drop allay Was measur’d by the Sun.

This bitter draught of life. We dic; but future nations hear

Thy wonders to the world display, Thy potent voice again,

Thy fervants to adorn, Rise at the summons, and restore

That may delight their future sons, The perish'd race of man.

And children yet unborn; Before thy comprehensive fight,

Thy beams of Majesty diffuse, Duration deets away;

With them thy great commands, And rapid ages on the wing,

And bid prosperity attend Fly swifter than a day.

The labours of our hands.
As great Jehovah's piercing eyes

Eternity explore,
The longest ära is a night;

$21. Psalm 1441b paraphrased. Pitt. A period is an hour.

M¥ foul, in raptures rife to bless the Lord, We at thy mighty call, O Lord,

Who taught myhands to draw the fatal tword; Our fancy'd beings leave,

Led by his arm, undaunted I appear Rous'd from the flattering dream of life,

In the first ranks of death, and front of war. To Neep within the grave.

He taught me first the pointed spear to wield,

And mow the glorious harvest of the field. Swift from their barrier to their goal

By him inspir’d, from strength to strength I past, The rapid moments pass,

Plung'd through the troops, and laid the battle And leave poor man, for whom they run,

In him my hopes I centre and repose, (waste. The emblem of the grass.

Ho guards iny life, and thields me from

my

foes. In the first morn of life it grows,

He held his ample buckler o'er my head, And lifts its verdant head;

And screen’d me treinbling in the mighty shade: At noon decays, at evening dies,

Against all hostile violence and power, And withers in the mead.

He was my sword, my bulwark, and my tower. We in the glories of thy face

He o'er my people will maintain my sway, Our secret sins survey,

And teach my willing subjects to obey. And see how gloomy those appear,

Lord! what is man, of vile and humble birth, How pure and radiant they.

Sprung with his kindred reptiles from the earth,

That he should thus thy sucret counsels share? To death as our appointed goal

Or what his son, who challenges thy care ? Thy anger drives us on;

Why does thinc eye regard this nothing, man? To that full period fix'd at length

His life a point, his measure but a span? This tale of life is done.

The fancy'd pageant of a moment inade, With winged speed, to stated bounds

Swift as a dream, and flecting as a shade. And liinits we must fly,

Come in thy power, and leaveth'ethereal plain, While feventy rolling suns complete

And to thy harness'd tempest give the rein; Their circles in the sky.

Yon starry arch Mall bend beneath the load,

So loud the chariot, and so great the God! Or if ten more around us roll,

Soon as his rapid wheels Jehovah rolls, 'Tis labour, woe, and strife,

The fośding skies shall tremble to the poles : Till we at length are quite drawn down

Heaven's gaudy Axle with the world thall fall, To the last drogs of life.

Leap from the contie, and unhinge the ball. But who, O Lord, regards thy wrath,

Touch'd bythyhands, the labouring hills expire Though dreadful and severe?

Thick clouds of imoke, and deluges of tire; That wrath, whatever fear he fecis,

On the tall groves the red destroyer preys, Is equal to his fear.

And wraps th'eternal mountains in the blaze: So teach us, Lord, to count our days,

Full on my foes may all thy lightnings fly,

On purple pinions through the glooniy sky. And eye their constant race, To measure what we want in time,

Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, By wildom, and by grace.

Down from the heaven of heavens thy bright

abode, With us repent, and on our hearts

And thield me from my focs, whose towering pride Thy choicelt graces shed,

Lowers like a storm, and gathers like a tide: And shower from thy celestial throne

Against strange children vindicate my cause, Thy bleilings on our head.

Who curse thy name, and tramplc on thy laws; Oh! inay thy mercy crown us here,

Who fcar not vengeance which they never felt, And come without delay;

Train'd to blafpheine, and eloquent in guilt: Then cur whole course of life will secm Their hands are impious, and their deeds profane; One glad triumphant day. | They plead their boalted innuccnce in vain.

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Thy name shall dwell for ever on my tongue, May crery star his gaudy light with-hold,
And guide the facred numbers of my long ; Nor through the vapour Thoot his beamy gold.
To thee my Mufe shall contecrate her lays, Nor let the dawn with radiant skirts come on,
And every note fhall labour in thy praile; Tipp d with the glories of the rising sun;
The hallow d theme thall teach me how to sing, Because that dreadful period fix'd my doom,
Saeil on the lyre, and tremble on the string. Norlial'd the dark receitos of the womb.

Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led, To that original my ills I owe;
When death flew raging, and the battle bled ; Heir of affliction, and the fon of woe.
And inatch'd thy servant in the latt despair Oh ! had I dy'd unexcrcis'd in pain,
From ailehe riling rumult of the war.

And wak'd to life, to sleep in death again!
Against strange children vindicate my cause, Why did not Fate attend me at my birth,
Who curse thy name, and trample on thy laws; And give me back to my congenial carth;
That our fair fons may smile in early bloom, Why was I, when an infant, footh'd to rest,
Our fons, the hopes of all our years to come : Lulld on the knce, or hung upon the breast?
Like plants that nurs'd by fostering showers arise, For now che grave would all my cares compose,
And ift their spreading honours to the skies : Conceal my forrows, and inter my woes :
That our chaste daughters may their charms There wrapp'd and loch'd within his cold embrace,
display,

Safe had I ilumber'd in the arıns of peace; Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay, There with the mighty kings, who lie inrollid Pelith'd, and tall, and smooth, and fair as they. In clouds of incente, and in beds of gold: Pild up with plenty let our barns appear, There with the princes, who in grandeur fone. And burti with all the Seasons of the Year; Andaw'd the trembling nations from the throne, Let pregnant flocks in every quarter bltat, Aflicted Job an equal rest must have, And drop their tender young in every street.

And share the dark retirement of the grave;
Safe from their labours may our oxen come, Or as a thapelets embryo lock the tomb,
Safe may they bring the gather'd fummer home. Rude and imperfect from the abortive womb:
Oh! may no sighs, no streams of sorrow flow, Ere motion's carly principle began,
To fain our triumphs with the tears of woc. Or the dim fubftance kindled into man. {ccase,

Biets’d is the nation, how sincerely bless'd! There from their monstrous crimes the wicked
Of such unbounded happiness poffefs'd Their labouring guilt is weary'd into peace;
To whom Jehovah's sacred name is known, There blended sleep the coward and the brave;
Who claim the God of Israel for their own. Stretch'd with his lord, the undistinguish'd llave

Enjoys the common refuge of the grave.

An equal lot the mighty victor Mares, $ 22, The 32 Chapter of Job. Pitt.

And lies amidst the captives of his wars ; OB curs'd his birth, and bade his curses flow The fame in death, nor lefsen'd by their chains.

With his, those captives mingle their remains, J

In words of grief, and cloquence of woe;
Lost be that day which dragg’d me to my doom, Why curft to bear the painful light of day?

Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray:
Recent to life, and struggling from the womb;
Whose beams with fuch malignant luftre thone, And pant in bitterness of foul for death!

O! with what joy the wretches yield their breath, Whence all my years in anxious circles run. Loft be that night in undetermin’d space,

As a rich prize the distant bliss they crave,

And find the glorious treasure in the grave. And vcil with deeper thades her gloomy face, Which crowded up with woes this blender span, To combat woe, and tread the round of grief,

Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief While the dull mass rose quick’ning into man.

Whom in the toils of fate his God has bound, Oer that curs'd day let sable darkness rise,

And drawn the line of iniseries around > Shrowd the blue vault, and blacken all the skies;

When nature calls for aid, my rigns intrude, May God o'erlook it from his heavenly throne, Nor route from ficep the fedentary fun,

My tears prevent my necessary food : O'er its dark face to shed his genial ray,

Like a full ttream o'ercharg'd my forrows flow, And warm to joy the melancholy day.

In bursts of anguish, and a tide of woe; May the clouds frown, and livid poisons breathe, Pours like a roaring torrent on my head.

For now the dire affietion which I Hed, Arid stain heaven's azure with the shade of death, My terrors still the phantom view'd, and wrought May ten-fold darkness from that dreadful The dreadful image into every thought:

night Seize and arrest the straggling gleams of light;

At length pluck'd down, the fatal stroke I feel, To pay due vengeance for its fatal crime,

And lose the fancy'd in the real ill.
Still be it banith'd from the train of time ;
Nor in the radiant lift of months appear,

§ 23. The 25th Chapter of Job parapbrased. To stain the shining circle of the Year :

Pitt. There through her dulky range may silence THIEN will vain man complain and murmur still, roam,

And stand on terms with his Creator's will? There may no ray, no glimpse of gladness comci Shall this high privilege to clay be given? No voice to cheer the folitary gloom.

Shall dust anaign the providence of Heaven?

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With reason's line the boundless distance scan? When to the fight, from Egypt's fruitful foil, Oppose heaven's awful majesty to man?

Pour'd forth in myriads all the fons of Nile; To what a length his vast dimensions run! The Lord o'erthrew the courser and the car, How far beyond the journeys of the fun! Sunk Pharaoh's pride, and overwhelm'd his war. He hung yon golden balls of light on high, Beneath th'cncumber'd deeps his legions lay, And launchid the planets through the liquid sky: For many a league impurpling all the fea : To rolling worlds he mark'd the certain space, The chiefs, and steeds, and warriors whir'd Fix'd and sustain'd the elemental peace.

around, Unnumber'd as those worlds his armies move, Lay midst the roarings of the surges drown'd. And the gay legions guard his realms above; Who shall thy power, thou mighty God, withHigh o'er th'ethereal plains the myriads rise,

stand, And pour their faming ranks along the skies: And check the force of thy victorious hand ? From their bright arins inceffant fplendors stream, Thy hand, which red with wrath in terror rose, And the wide azure kindles with the gleam. To crush that day thy proud Egyprian focs.

To this low world he bids the light repair, Struck by that hand, their droopingsquadrons fall, Down through the gulphs of undulating air: Crowding in death; one fate o'erwhelms them all. For man he taught the glorious sun to roll Soon as thy anger charg'd with vengeance came, From his bright barrier to his weftern goal. They funk like Itubble crackling in the flame.

How then thall man, thus insolently proud, At thy dread voice the fùmmon d billows crowd, Plead with his judge, and combat with his God? And á still filence lulls the wondering flood : How from his mortal mother can he come Rollid up, the crystal ridges strike the skies, Unstain'd from fin, untinetur'd from the womb? Waves peep o'er waves, and scas o'er feas arise.

The Lord, from his sublime empyreal throne, Around in heaps the listening surges ftand, As a dark globe regards the filver moon. Mute and observant of the high command. Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain, Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train, Are but the humblert liveepings of his train; Rous'd from the secret chambers of the main, Dim are the brightest fplendors of the sky; With savage joy the sons of Egypt cry'd, And the sun darkens in Jehovah's eye.

(Vaft were their hopes, and boundless was their But does not sin diffuse a fouler stain,

Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, [pride) And thicker darkness cloud the foul of man? This fervile nation, and divide the spoil; Shall he the depths of endless wisdom know? And spread so wide the slaughter, till their blood 'This short-liv'd sovereign of the world below? Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood. His frail original confounds his boast, (dust. Oh! what a copious prey their hosts afford, Sprung from the ground, and quickend from the To glut and fatten the devouring sword !

As thus the yawning gulf the boasters pass’d,

At thy coinmand rush'd forth the rapid blast. $ 24. The Song of Moses, in the Fifteenth Chap- Then, at the signal given, with dreadful fway, ter of Exodus, paraphrasid. Pitt.

In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring tea ; THEN to the Lord, the vaft triumphant throng And now the ditentangled waves divide,

of Israel's fors, with Mofes, rais'd the song Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide. To God our grateful accents will we raise, The deeps alarmı'd call terribly from far And every tongue thall celebrate his praise : The loud, embattled surges to the war; Behold display'd the wonders of his might; Till her proud fons attonith'd Egypt found Behold the Lord triumphant in the right! Cover'd with billows, and in tempests drown'd. With what immortal fame and glory grac'd !

What God can emulate thy power divine, What trophies rais'd amid the watcry waste! Or who oppofe his miracles to thine ? How did his power the steeds and riders fiveep When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Jugulph'd in heaps, and whelm'd beneath the deep! Thy trembling foes confcis their fear and shame, Whom should we fear, while he, heaven's awful The world attends thy absolute command, C'nihcaths for Ifrael his avenging tivord? (Lord, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. His outitretch'd arm, and tutelary care, That hand, extended o’er the swelling fea, Guarded and lav'd us in the laft defpair : The conscious billows reverence and oley. His mercy eas'd us from our circling pains, O'er che devoted race the surges tweep, Unbound our shackles, and unlock'd our chains. And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. To him our God, our father's God, we'll rear That hand redcem'd us from our servile toil, A facred temple, and adore him there

And each infuluing tyrant of the Nile: With vows and incensc, facrifice and prayer. Our nation came beneath that inighty hand, The Lord commands in war : his matchlers From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's jacred land. might

Thou wert theirGuide,their Saviour,andtheirGod, Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight : To imooth the way, and clear the dreadful road, By him the war the mighty leaders form, The distant kingdoms thall thy wonders hcar, And teach the hovering tumult where to storm. The fierce Philitunes íhall confess their fear; His name, O lirael, heaven's eternal Cord, Thy fame shall over Edon's princes spread, For ever honour'd, revcrunc'd, and ador'd. And Moab's kings, the universal dread ;

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While the vast scenes of miracles impart O'ersets, and founders in the vast abyss.
A thrilling horror to the bravest heart.

Then whither thall the rapid fancy iun,
As through the world the gathering terror rurs, Though in its full career, to speed my fight
Canaan ihail shrink, and tremble for his fons : From thy unbounded presence? which, alone,

Till thou haf: Jacob from his bondage brought, Fills all the regions and extended space
At such a vast expence of wonders bought, Beyond the bounds of nature! Whither, Lord 1
To Canaan's promis'd realms and bleft abodes, Shall my unrein’d imagination rove,
Led through the dark recesses of the floods. To leave behind thy Spirit, and out-fly [spread,
Crown dwith theirtribes shall proud Moriah rise, Its influence, which, with brooding wings out-
And rear his fummit nearer to the ikies, Hatch'd untledg’d naturefrom the dark profound?
Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy bound- If mounted on my tow’ring thoughts I climb
leis power,

Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold
Thy throne shall stand when timeshall be no more: The blaze of thy unclouded majesty !
For Pharaoh's steeds,and cars, and warlike train, In the pure empyrean thee I view,
Leap'd in, and boldly rang d the sandy plain: High thron’dabove all height, thy radiant shrine
While in the dreadful road, and desert way, Throng'd with the prostrate Seraphs, who receive
The thining crowds of gasping fishes lay :

Beatitude past utterance ! If I plunge Till, all around with liquid toils belet, Down to the gloom of Tartarus profound, The Lord swept o'er their heads the watery net. There too I find thee, in the lowest bounds He freed the ocean from his secret chain, (main. Of Erebus, and read thee in the scenes And on each hand discharg’d the thundering Of complicated wrath : I see thee clad The loofen'd billows burst from every side, In all the majesty of darkness there. And whelm the war and warriors in the tide ; If, on the ruddy morning's purple wings But on each hand the solid billows stood, Upborne, with indefatigable course Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood; I seek the glowing borders of the east, Till the blest race to promis'd Canaan past Where the bright fun, emergent from the deeps, O'er the dry path, and trod the watery waste, With his first glories gilds the sparkling seas,

And trembles o'er the waves; ev'n there thy hand

Shall thro' the watery desert guide my course, $ 35. The 1391b Psalm paraphrased. Pitt. And o'er the broken furges pave my wav, DREAD Jehovah ! thy all-piercing eyes While on the dreadful whirls I hang fecure,

And mock the warring ocean.

If, with hopes This tenement of dust: Thy stretching fight As fond as false, the darkness I expect Surveys th'harmonious principles, that move To hide, and wrap me in its mantling shade, In beauteous rank and order, to inform Vain were the thought; for thy unbounded ken This calk, and animated mass of clay, Dartsthro’the thick’ning gloom,and priesthrougla Nor are the prospects of thy wondrous fight The palpable obscure. Before thy eyes (all To this terrestrial part of man confin'd; Thevanquish'dnight throwsoff her dulky throwd, But shoot into his soul, and there discern And kindles into day : the shade and light The first materials of unfashion'd thought, To man still various, but the fame to thee. Yet dim and undigested, till the mind, On thee is all the structure of my frame Big with the tender images, expands,

Dependant. Lock'd within the silent womb And, swelling, labours with th’ideal birth. Sleeping Ilay, and rip’ning to my birth; [there; Where'er I move, thy cares pursue my feet Yet, Lord, thy outstretch'd arm preferv'd me Attendant. When I drink the dows of 1leep, Before I mov'd to entity, and trod Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there enjoy The verge of being. To thy hallow'd name A sweet forgetfulness of all my toils,

l'll pay due honours; for thy mighty hand Unfceа, thy 'ov'reign presence guards my sleep, Built this corporeal fabric, when it laid Wafts all the terrors of my dreams away, The ground work of existence. Hence I read Sooths all my foul, and softens my repote. The wonders of thy ait. This frame I view Before conception can employ the tongue, With terror and delight; and, wrapt in both, And mould the ductile images to found; I startle at iny self. My bones, unform’d Before imagination stands display'd,

As yet, nor hardening from the viscous parts, Thine eye the future eloquence can read, But blended with th'unaniinated mals, Yet unarray'd with speech. Thou, mighty Lord! Thy eye distinctly view'd; and, while I lay Haft moulded man from his congenial duft, Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd And spoke him into being; while the clay, The first faint dawn of life, with ease survey'd Peneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, inspir’d, The vital glimmerings of the active feeds, And started into life: through every part, Just kindling to existence, and beheld At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd. My lubstance scarce material. In thy book Bue such exalted knowledve leaves below, Was the fair model of this structure drawn, And drops poor man from its superior sphere. Where every part, in just conrection join'd,

In vain, with scafon's ballast, would he try Compos'd and perfected th'harmonious piece, Tu fem th'unfathomable depth; his bark Erc the dim fpeck of being Icarn’d to stretci

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