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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;
And shore reply to shore:
While monsters sporting on the flood,
In scaly silver shine,
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,
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 ;
That owns the name of man.
THE ATHEIST'S MISTAKE.
Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst
With bold impiety:
And seek in vain to die.
The gasp of your expiring breath
Consigns your souls tu chains, By the last agonies of death
Sent down to fiercer pains.
Ye stand upon a dreadful steep,
And all beneath is hell;
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,
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 Heaven shines round their heads; And angel-guards, prepard 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 ;
And distant are our goals.
THE LAW GIVEN AT SINAI.
ARM thee with thunder, heavenly Muse,
ou sung in gentler mood The melting mercies of thy God; Now give thy fiercest fires a loose,
And sound his dreadful law :
Inhuman bondage! the hard galling load
Over-press’d their feeble souls,
Now had they pass'd the Arabian bay,
On the pursuing swarms,
And buried Egypt all in arms, Blending in watry death the rider and his horse, O'er struggling Pharoah 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,
And curs’d the Hebrews as he died.
Ah: foolish Israel to comply
To idols impotent to save !
Has wrought salvation in the deep,
And rais'd thine honours high:
Behold he comes in majesty,
And Sinai's top proclaims his law :
The circling limits draw.
Hark! the shrill echoes of the trumpet roar,
And call the trembling armies near;
Slow and unwilling they appear,
Now from the rails their fear : 'Twas the same herald, and the trump the same,
Which shall be blown by high command,
That time shall be no more.
Thus while the labouring angel swelld the sound,
Adoring thrones in order fell;
The lesser powers at distance dwell, And cast their glories down successive at his feet:
Gabriel the great prepares his way,
The'eternal doors his word obey,
Upon the lower skies.
As their Creator bade,
His chariot was a pitchy cloud,
Flew o'er the ethereal road;
Of hail, and ice, and fleecy snow, Swift roll’d the triumph, and as fast
Did hail, and ice, in melted rivers flow.