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Calestial orb!whose pow'rful ray
Opens the glad eyelids of the day,
Whose influence all things own!
Praise him, whose courts effulgent shine
With light, as far excelling thine,
As thine the paler moon.

Ye glitt'ring planets of the sky,
Whose lamps the absent sun supply,
With him the song pursue;
And let himself submissive own,
He borrows from a brighter sun,
The light he lends to you.

Ye show'rs and dews, whose moisture shed,
Calls into life the op'ning seed,

To him your praises yield;

Whose influence makes the genial birth;
Drops fatness on the pregnant earth,
And crowns the laughing field.

Ye winds that oft' tempestuous sweep
The ruffled surface of the deep,
With us confess your God;

See, through the heav'ns, the king of kings,
Up-borne on your expanded wings.
Comes flying all abroad.

Ye floods of fire, where'er ye blow,
With just submission humbly bow.
To his superior pow'r;

Who stops the tempest on its way,
Or bids the flaming deluge stray,
And gives it strength to roar.

Ye summer's heat, and winter's cold,
By turns in long succession roll'd,
The drooping world to chear;
Praise him, who gave the sun and moon,
To lead the various seasons on,

And guide the circling year.

Ye frosts that bind the wat❜ry plain,
Ye silent show'rs of fleecy rain, 1
Pursue the heav'nly theme;
Praise him who sheds the driving snow,
Forbids the harden'd waves to flow,

And stops the rapid stream.

Ye days and nights, that, swiftly born,
From morn to eve, from eve to morn,
Alternate glide away;

Praise him, whose never varying light
Absent, adds horror to the night,
But present gives the day.

Light-from whose rays all beauty springs,
Darkness..whose wide-expanded wings
Involves the dusky globe;

Praise him, who when the heav'ns he spread,
Darkness his thick pavillion made,
And light his regal robe.

Praise him ye light'nings as ye fly,
Wing'd with his vengeance through the sky,
And red with wrath divine;

Praise him ye clouds that wand'ring stray,
Or fix'd by him in close array,

Surround his aweful shrine.

Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly king,
Who bids the plants, that from thee spring,
With annual verdure bloom;

Whose frequent drops of kindly rain
Prolifick swell the ripening grain,
And bless thy fertile womb.

Ye mountains that ambitious rise,
And heave your summits to the skies,
Revere his aweful nod;

Think, how you once affrighted fled,
When Jordan sought his fountain-head,
And own th' approaching God.

Ye trees, that fill the rural scene,
Ye flowers, that o'er th' enamel'd green;

In native beauty reign!

O praise the ruler of the skies,

Whose hand the genial sap supplies,

And clothes the smiling plain.

Ye secret springs, ye gentle rills,
That murm'ring rise among the hills,
Or fill the humble vale;

Praise him, at whose almighty nod,
The rugged rock dissolving flow'd,

And form'd a springing well.

Praise him ye floods and seas profound,
Whose waves the spacious earth surround,
And roll from shore to shore ;
Aw'd by his voice, ye seas subside,
Ye floods within your channels glide,
And tremble and adore.

Ye whales, that stir the boiling deep,
Or in its dark recesses sleep,
Remote from human eye;
Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,
Praise him, without whose heavenly aid,
Ye languish, faint, and die.

Ye birds, exalt your maker's name,
Begin, and with th' important theme,
Your artless lays improve;

Wake with your songs the rising day,
Let music sound on every spray,
And fill the vocal grove.

Praise him, ye beasts that nightly roam,
Amid the solitary gloom,

Th' expected prey to seize;
Ye slaves of the laborious plough,
Your stubborn necks submissive bow,
And bend your wearied knees.

Ye sons of men, his praise display,
Who stampt his image on your clay,
And give it power to move;
Ye that in Judah's confines dwell,
From age to age successive tell,
The wonders of his love.

Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,
"Till angels listen to the song,
And bend attentive down;
Let wonder seize the heav'nly train,
Pleased while they hear a mortal strain,
So sweet, so like their own.

And you, your thankful voices join,
That oft at Salem's sacred shrine
Before his altars kneel;

Where thron'd in majesty he dwells
And from the mystic cloud reveals
The dictates of his will.

Ye

Ye spirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the blest abode,
To heav'nly mansions soar;
O let your songs his praise display,
Till heav'n itself shall melt away,
And time shall be no more.

Praise him, ye meek and humble train,
Ye saints, whom his decrees ordain
The boundless bliss to share;
O! praise him, 'till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,

And reign for ever there.

Let us, who now impassive stand,
Aw'd by the tyrant's stern command,
Amid the fiery blaze:

While thus we triumph in the flame,
Rise, and our maker's love proclaim,
In hymns of endless praise.

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The COMMUNION HYMN, paraphrased.

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SAVIOUR!" cry'd th' angelic choir: (Bless'd sound to mortal ear) "Henceforth, thro' Christ, let guilty man Forgiven, cease to fear!

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"All praise to God, who pardons those
"With whom he is well pleas'd;
"And hath establish'd peace on earth,
"Where consciences are eas'd."
We praise, we thank, we worship thee,
We glorify thy name;

We call thee Father, Lord, and King;
GOD, evermore the same.

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See, from thy throne, what pain, what grief,

What love thy servants have.

Son of the virgin, prince of peace,

To thee for aid we fly:

Present Redeemer, future Judge,

Propitious, hear our cry,

Churchm. Mag. Jan, 1805.

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Life-giving,

Life-giving, gracious, healing WORD !
We call thee LORD alone,

Thou with the Spirit and Father dwell'st,
Three coeternal, one.

Lines supposed to be spoke by Bishop CORBET to his infant Son, VINCENT, as he lay in his Mother's arms.

HAT I shall leave thee none can tell

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Yet all shall say, I wish thee well.
I wish thee, VIN, beyond all wealth,
Both bodily and ghostly health,

Not too much means or wit come to thee
Too much of either will undo thee.
I wish thee learning, not to show,
But truly to instruct and know;
Not such as gentlemen require,
To prate at table or at fire.

I wish thee all thy mother's graces,
Thy father's fortune, and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at court,
Not to build up, but to support;
To keep thee, not in doing many
Oppressions, but from suff'ring any.
I wish thee peace in all thy ways,
Not lazy, nor contentious days:
And when thy soul and body part,
As innocent as now thou art.

S'

LIST OF NEW BOOKS IN DIVINITY.

ELECTIONS from the Works of Bishop Taylor, Hocker, Bishop Hall, and Lord Bacon, with an Analysis of the Advancement of Learning, by Basil Montague, Esq. A M. 9s. 12mo.

The Forbidden Tree, a Sermon preached at the Church of St. Lawrence, Reading, on Tuesday Oct. 2, 1804, at Archbishop Laud's lecture, by the Rev. Nathaniel Gilbert, Vicar of Bledzow, Bucks, 8vo.

The Duty of Holding Fast the Doctrine of the Gospel, a Sermon preached at a Convocation of the Bishops and Clergy of the Scotch Episcopal Church, holden at Lawrence Kirk, in the county of Kincardine, on the 24th day of Oct. 1804, and published at their request, by the Right Rev. John Skinner, in Aberdeen, sen. Bishop of that Church, 8vo.

UNIVER

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