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To Nature's God your first devotions pay,
Ere you salute the rising day, 'Tis he calls up the sun, and gives him every ray.
Serpents, who o'er the meadows slide,
Rebate their baleful fire :
The volumes of your scaly gold :
Proclaims your maker kind and wise,
Insects and mites, of mean degree,
Moulded by Wisdom's artful hand,
In your innumerable forms
To despicable worms.
COMPARISON AND COMPLAINT,
INFINITE power, eternal Lord,
How sovereign is thy hand!
And moves at thy command.,
With steady course thy shining sun
Keeps his appointed way; And all the hours obedient run
The circle of the day.
But ah! how wide my spirit flies,
And wanders from her God!
And treads the downward-road.
The raging fire, and stormy sea,
Perform thine awful will,
Thy great designs fulfil.
While my wild passions rage within,
Nor thy commands obey;
Draw my best thoughts away.
Sball creatures of a meaner frame
Pay all their dues to thee? Creatures, that never knew thy name,
That never lov'd like ine?
Great God! create my soul anew,
heart to thine, Melt down my will, and let it flow,
And take the mould divine.
Seize my whole frame into thy hand;
Here all my powers I bring; Manage the wheels by thy command,
And govern every spring.
Then shall my feet no more depart,
Nor wandering senses rove; Devotion shall be all my heart,
And all my passion love.
Then not the sun shall more than I
His Maker's law perform,
Nor with a zeal so warm.
GOD SUPREME AND SELF-SUFFICIENT.
What is our God, or what his name,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach.
The spacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compar'd with him, how short they fall ? They are too dark, and he too bright,
Nothing are they, and God is all.
He spoke the wondrous word, and lo!
Creation rose at his command : Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand.
There rests the earth, there rolls the spheres
There Nature leans, and feels her prop: But his own self-sufficience bears
The weight of his own glories up.
The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon : No ebb his sea of glory knows;
His age is one eternal noon.
Then fly, my song, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Michael raise ; All nature dwell upon the sound,
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.
JESUS THE ONLY SAVIOUR.
ADAM, our father and our head,
Call a bright counsel in the skies;
Seraphs, the mighty and the wise, Say, what expedient can you give, That sin be damn'd, and sinners live?
'Speak, are you strong to bear the load,
In vain we ask : for all around
But, o unutterable grace!
Justice was pleas'd to bruise the God,
its wrongs with heavenly blood; What unknown racks and pangs he bore! Then rose : -The law could ask no more.
Amazing work! look down, ye skies,
See, how they bend! See, how they look!
Now they are struck with deep amaze, Each with his wings conceals his face ; Now clap their sounding plumes, and cry, « The wisdom of a Deity!'
Low they adore the' incarnate Son,
Triumph and reign, victorious Lord,