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AN ØDE FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY. Addison.

a streak of lightning clears the day,
and flashes on the sight.
Let echo too perform her part,
prolonging every note with art,
and in a low expiring strain
play all the concert o'er again.
5 Such were the tuneful notes that hung
on bright Cecilia's charming tongue;
notes that sacred heats inspir'd,
and with religious ardour fir'd:
the love-sick youth, that long suppress'd
his smother'd passion in his breast,
no sooner heard the warbling dame,
but, by the secret influence turn'd,
he felt a new diviner flame,
and with devotion burn'd.
With ravish'd soul, and looks amaz'd,
upon
her beauteous face he gaz'd;

nor made his amorous complaint:
in vain her eyes his heart had charm'd,
her heavenly voice her eyes disarm'd,
and chang'd the lover to a saint.

GRAND CHORUS.

6 And now the choir compleat rejoices,
with trembling strings and melting voices,
the tuneful ferment rises high,
and works with mingled melody:
quick divisions run their rounds,
a thousand trills and quivering sounds
in airy circles o'er us fly,

till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
they faint and languish by degrees,
and at a distance die.

AN ODE.

1 The spacious firmament on high,
with all the blue ethereal sky,

and spangled heavens, a shining frame,
their greal original proclaim.

Th' unweary'd sun, from day to day, does his Creator's power display; and publishes, to every land, the work of an Almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, the moon takes up the wonderous tale; and nightly, to the listening earth, repeats the story of her birth:

whilst all the stars that round her burn, and all the planets, in their turn, confirm the tidings as they roll, and spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What tho', in solemn silence, all move round the dark terrestrial ball; what tho', no real voice, nor sound, amidst their radiant orbs be found: in Reason's ear they all rejoice, and utter forth a glorious voice; for ever singing as they shine, the hand that made us is divine.

AN HYMN.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys,

transported with the view, I'm lost
in wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words with equal warmth the gratitude declare,

that glows within my ravish'd heart!
but thou canst read it there.

3 Thy Providence my life sustain'd,
and all my wants redrest;
when in the silent womb I lay,
and hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries,
thy mercy lent an ear,

ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt to form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul thy tender care bestow'd, before my infant heart conceiv'd

from whence these comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth with heedless steps I ran,

thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
and led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, it gently clear'd my way;

and through the pleasing snares of vice,
more to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
with health renew'd my face;
and when in sins and sorrows sunk,
reviv'd my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
has made my cup run o'er,

and in a kind and faithful friend hast doubled all my store.

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10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the least a chearful heart,
that tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life,
thy goodness I'll pursue;
and after death, in distant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.

12 When Nature fails, and day and night
divide thy works no more,

my ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
thy mercy shail adore.

13 Through all eternity to thee,
a joyful song. I'll raise;
for, oh! eternity's too short,
to utter all thy praise.

AN ODE.

1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
how sure is their defence!
eternal wisdom is their guide,
their help Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
supported by thy care,

through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
and breath'd in tainted air.

3 Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
made every region please;
the hoary Alpine-hills it warm'd,
and smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.

4 Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
how, with affrighted eyes,

thou saw'st the wide-extended deep,

in all i'ts horrors rise..

5 Confusion dwelt in every face,

and fear in every heart;

when waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs, o'ercame the pilot's art.

6 Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
thy mercy set me free;

whilst, in the confidence of prayer,
my soul took hold on thee.

7 For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
high on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
nor impotent to save.

8 The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
obedient to thy will;

the sea, that roar'd at thy command,
at thy command was still.

9 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
thy goodness I'll adore;

and praise thee for thy mercies past,
and humbly hope for more.

10 My life, if thou preserv'st my life,
thy sacrifice shall be;

and death, if death must be my doom,
shall join my soul to thee.

AN HYMN.

1 When rising from the bed of death,
o'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face;
O how shall I appear!