Blush and refund the honours paid
To your inferior names:

Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed
By his o'erflowing flames.

Winds, ye shall hear his name aloud
Through the ethereal blue;
For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.

Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore:

While monsters sporting on the flood,

In scaly silver shine,
Speak terribly their maker God,

And lash the foaming brine.

But gentler things shall tune his name
To softer notes than these,

Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream,
Or whispering through the trees.

Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To him that bid you grow,

Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines
On every thankful bough.

Let the shrill birds his honour raise,
And climb the morning sky;

While grovelling beasts attempt his praise,
In hoarser harmony.

Thus while the meaner creatures sing,

Ye mortals, take the sound, Echo the glories of your king, Through all the nations round.

The eternal name must fly abroad,
From Britain to Japan;

And the whole race shall bow to God
That owns the name of man.

THE ATHEIST'S MISTAKE.

LAUGH, ye profane, and swell and burst
With bold impiety;

Yet shall ye live for ever curs'd,

And seek in vain to die.

The gasp of your expiring breath
Consigns your soul to chains,

By the last agonies of death,
Sent down to fiercer pains.

Ye stand upon a dreadful steep,
And all beneath is hell;

Your weighty guilt will sink you deep,
Where the old serpent fell.

When iron slumbers bind your flesh,
With strange surprise, you'll find
Immortal vigour spring afresh,

And tortures wake the mind!

Then you 'll confess the frightful names
Of plagues you scorn'd before,
No more shall look like idle dreams,
Like foolish tales no more.

Then shall ye curse that fatal day,
(With flames upon your tongues)
When you exchang'd your souls away
For vanity and songs.

Behold the saints rejoice to die,

For heav'n shines round their heads;

And angel-guards, prepar'd to fly,

Attend their fainting beds.

Their longing spirits part, and rise

To their celestial seat; Above these ruinable skies

They make their last retreat.

Hence, ye profane, I hate your ways,
I walk with pious souls;
There's a wide difference in our race,
And distant are our goals.

THE LAW GIVEN AT SINAI.

ARM thee with thunder, heav'nly Muse,
And keep the expecting world in awe ;
Oft hast thou sung in gentler mood
The melting mercies of thy God;
Now give thy fiercest fires a loose,
And sound his dreadful law;

To Israel first the words were spoke,
To Israel freed from Egypt's yoke,
Inhuman bondage! The hard galling load,
Overpress'd their feeble souls,

Bent their knees to senseless bulls,
And broke their ties to God.

Now had they pass'd the Arabian Bay,

And march'd between the cleaving sea;

The rising waves stood guardians of their wond'rous

But fell with the most impetuous force

On the pursuing swarms,

And bury'd Egypt, all in arms,

Blending, in watry death, the rider and the horse; O'er struggling Pharaoh roll'd the mighty tide, And sav'd the labours of a pyramid.

Apis and Ore! in vain he cries,

And all his horned gods beside-
He swallows fate with swimming eyes,

And curs'd the Hebrews as he died.

Ah! foolish Israel, to comply
With Memphian idolatry!

And bow to brutes (a stupid slave,)
To idols impotent to save!

Behold thy God, the Sov'reign of the sky,
Has wrought salvation in the deep,
Has bound thy foes in iron sleep,

And rais'd thine honours high;
His grace forgives thy follies past;
Behold he comes in majesty,

And Sinai's top proclaims his law :
Prepare to meet thy God in haste;
But keep an awful distance still,
Let Moses round the sacred hill
The circling limits draw.

Hark! the shrill echoes of the trumpet roar,
And call the trembling armies near;

Slow and unwilling they appear,