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Learns from this union of the rising whole,
Deo opt. max.
FATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou great First Cause, least understood;
my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind.
Yet gave me in this dark estate,
'To see the good from ill!
'Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, · T' enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round.
Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay:
To find that better way!
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
'To hide the faults I see;
I to others show,
show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since, quicken'd by thy breath; O lead me wherésoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all being raise!
All nature's incense rise!
SOME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue,
Or harp of golden string, That I
raise a lofty song To our Eternal King.
Thy names, how infinite they be!
Great Everlasting One! Boundless Thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd Thy throne.
Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large Thy grace; Immortal day breaks from Thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face,
Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound, An ocean of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
The myst'ries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
And fly before the winds.
Reason may grasp
And overloads our soul.
In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee
And vast eternity.
DAY OF JUDGMENT.
WHEN the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rushing amain down,