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His wondrous power extends around

Shook hy that voice, the norlding grores around The circuit of the ball.

Start from their roots, and fly the dreadful sound. For he within the gloomy deeps

The blasted cedars low in dust are laid, Its dark foundations cast,

And Lebanon is left without a shade. And rear'd the pillars of the Earth

See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains crowd, Amid the watery waste.

And fly for shelter from the thundering God :

Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance,
Who shall ascend his Sion's hill,
And see Jehovah there?

And in wild measures lead th' unwieldy dance.

His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire, Who from his sacred shrine shall breathe The sacrifice of prayer?

Back from the blast the shrinking fames retire.

Ev'n Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks, He only whose unsully'd soul

With all his savages the desert shakes, Fair virtue's paths has trod,

At the dread sound the hinds with fear are stung, Who with clean hands and heart regards

And in the lonely forest drop their young. His neighbour and his God.

While in his hallow'd temple all proclajin On him shall his indulgent Lord

His glorious honours, and adore his name, Diffusive bounties shed,

High o'er the foaming surges of the sea From God his Saviour shall descend

He sits, and bids the listening decps obey : All blessings on his head.

He reigns o'er all ; for ever lasts his power Of those who seek his righteous ways,

Till Nature sinks, and time shall be no more. Is this the chosen race,

With strength the sons of Israel shall he bless, Who bask in all his bounteous smiles,

And crown our tribes, with happiness and peace.
And Aourish in his grace.
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,

With hasty reverence rise ;
Ye everlasting doors, who guard

The passes of the skies.

Swift from your golden hinges leap,
Your barriers roll away,

On God we build our sure defence,
Now throw your blazing portals wide,

In God our hope repose: And burst the gates of day.

His hand protects us in the fight,

And guards us from our woes.
For see! the King of Glory comes
Along th’ ethereal road :

Then, be the Earth's unwieldy frame
The cherubs through your folds shall bear

From its foundations hurl'd, The triumph of your God.

We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy Who is this great and glorious King?

The ruins of the world. Oh! 'tis the Lord, whose might

What though the solid rocks be rent, Decides the conquest, and suspends

In tempests whirl'd away? The balance of the fight.

What though the hills should burst their roots, Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,

And roll into the sea ? With hasty reverence rise ;

Thou sea, with dreadful tumults swell, Ye everlasting doors, who guard

And bid thy waters rise The passes of the skies.

In furious surges, till they dash
Swift from your golden hinges leap,

The flood-gates of the skies.
Your barriers roll away ;
Now throw your blazing portals wide,

Our minds shall be screne and calm,
And burst the gates of day.

Like Siloah's peaceful food ;

Whose soft and silver streams refresh
For see; the King of glory comes
Along th' ethereal road;

The city of our God,
The cherubs through your folds shall bear Within the proud delighted waves,
The triumphs of their God.

The wanton turrets play ;
Who is this great and glorious King?

The streams lead down their humid train, Oh! 'tis the God, whose care

Reluctant to the sea. Leads on his Israel to the field,

Amid the scene the temple floats,
Whose power controls the war.

With its reflected towers,
Gilds all the surface of the flood,

And dances to the shores.

With wonder see what mighty power
Ye mighty princes, your oblations bring,

Our sacred Sion cheers,
And pay due honours to your awful King ; Lo! there amidst her stately walls,
His boundless power to all the world proclaim, Her God, her God appears.
Bend at his shrine, and tremble at his name.
For hark! his voice with unresisted sway

Fixt on her basis she shall stand,
Rules and controls the raging of the sea ;

And, innocently proud, Within due bounds the mighty ocean keeps,

Smile on the tumults of the world, And in their watery cavern awes the deeps:

Beneath the wings of God.

See! how, their weakness to proclaim,

We at thy mighty call, O Lord, The heathen tribes engage!

Our fancy'd beings leave, See! how with fruitless wrath they burn,

Rouz'd froin the flattering dream of life, And impotence of rage !

To sleep within the grave. But God has spoke; and lo! the world,

Swift from their barrier to their goal His terrours to display,

The rapid moments pass, With all the melting globe of Earth,

And leave poor man, for whom they run, Drops silently away.

The emblem of the grass. Still to the mighty Lord of hosts

In the first mom of life it grows, Securely we resort ;

And lifts its verdant head, For refuge fly to Jacob's God,

At noon decays, at evening dies, Our succour and support.

And withers in the mead. Hither, ye numerous nations, crowd,

We in the glories of thy face In silent rapture stand,

Our secret sins survey, And see o'er all the Earth display'd

And see how gloomy those appear, The wonders of his hand.

How pure and radiant they. He bids the din of war be still,

To death, as our appointed goal, And all its tumults cease ;

Thy anger drives us on, He bids the guiltless trumpet sound

To that full period fix'd at length The harmony of peace.

This tale of life is done. He breaks the tough reluctant bow,

With winged speed, to stated bounds He bursts the brazen spear,

And limits we must fly, And in the crackling fire his hand

While seventy rolling suns compleat Consumes the blazing car.

Their circles in the sky. Hear then his formidable voice,

Or if ten more around us roll, “ Re still, and know the Lord;

'Tis labour, woe, and strife, By all the heathen I'll be fear'd;

Till we at length are quite drawn down By all the Earth ador'd.”

To the last dregs of life. Stil to the mighty Lord of hosts,

But who, O Lord, regards thy wrath, Securely we resort;

Though dreadful and severe? For refuge fly to Jacob's God;

That wrath, whatever fear he feels,
Our succour and support.

Is equal to his fear.
So teach us, Lord, to count our days,

And eye their constant race,
To measure what we want in time,

By wisdom, and by grace.

With us repent, and on our hearts

Thy choicest graces shed, Thy hand, O Lord, through rolling years

And shower from thy celestial throne Has sav'd us from despair,

Thy blessings on our head. From period down to period stretch'd

Oh ! may thy mercy crown us here, The prospects of thy care.

And come without delay ; Before the world was first conceived,

Then our whole course of life will seem Before the pregnant Earth,

One glad triumphant day. Callid forth the mountains from her womb,

Now the blest years of joy restore, Who struggled to their birth;

For those of grief and strife, Eternal God! thy early days

And with one pleasant drop allay Beyond duration run,

This bitter draught of life. Ere the first race of starting time

Thy wonders to the world display, Was measur'd by the Sun.

Thy servants to adorn, We die ; but future nations bear

That may delight their future sons, Thy potent voice again,

And children yet unborn ; Rise at the summons, and restore

Thy beams of majesty diffuse, The perish'd race of man;

With them thy great commands, Before thy comprehensive sight,

And bid prosperity attend Duration fleets away;

The labours of our hands.
And rapid ages on the wing,

Fly swifter than a day.
As great Jehovah's piercing eyes

Eternity explore,

PARAPHRASED, IN MILTONIC VERSE, The longest era is a night,

O dread Jehovah ! thy all-piercing eyes A period is an hour.

Explore the motions of this mortal framne,


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This tenement of dust: thy stretching sight The palpable obscure.

Before thy cyes, Serveys th' harmonious principles, that inore The vanquish'd night throws off her dusky shrowd, In beauteous rank and order, tu informi

And kiudles into day: the shadle, and light, This cask, and auiinated mass of clay.

To man still various, but the saine tu thee. Nor are the prospects of thy wondrous sight

On thee, is all the structure of my frame To this terrestrial part of man confind;

Dependaut. Lock'd within the silent womb, But shoot into his soul, and there discern

Sleeping I lay, and ripening to my birth; The first materials of unfashiou'd thought,

Yet, Lord, thy out-stretch'd arın preserv'd ine Yet dim and uudivested, till the mind,

Before I mov'd to entity, and trod (there; Big with the tender images, expands,

The verge of being. To thy hallow'd name And, swelling, labours with th' ideal birth. I'll pay due honours ; for thy mighty hand

Where-e'er I move, the cares pursue my feet Built this corporeal fabric, when it laid Attendant. When I drink the dews of sleep, The ground-work of existence. Hence, I read Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there enjoy

The wonders of thy art This frame 1 view A sweet forgetfulness of all my wils,

With terrour and delight; and wrapt in both, l'oseen, thy sovereign presence guards my sleep, I startle at myself. My bones, unform’d Watts all the terroirs of iny dreams away,

As yet, nor hardening from the viscous parts, Suoths all iny soul, and softens my repose.

But blended with th' unanimated mass, Before conception can employ the tongue, Thy eye distinctly view'd ; and while I ly And mould the ductile inages to sound;

Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd Before imagination stands display'd,

The first faint dawn of life, with ease survey'd Thine eye the future eloquence can read,

The vital glimmerings of the active seeds, Yit unarray'd with speech. Thou, mighty Lord! Just kindling to existence ; and beheld Hlast moulded man from his congenial dust, My substance scarce inaterial. In thy book, And spoke bin iuto being; while the clay,

Was the fair inodel of this structure drawn, Beneath thy forming hand, lap'd forth, inspir'd, Where every part, in just connection join'd, And started into life: through every part,

Compos'd and perfected th' harmonious piece, At thy command, the wheels of Qotion play'd. Ere the diin speck of being learn'd to stretch

But such exalted knowledge leaves below Its ductile form, or entity had kuow'n and drops poor man froin its superior sphere. To range and wantun in an ampler space. in vain, with reason's ballast, would he try

How dear, how rooted in my inmost soul, To stem th' unfathomable depth ; his bark

Are all thy counsels, and the various ways O'er-sets, and founders in the vast abyss.

Of thy eternal providence! The sum Then whither shall the rapid fancy run,

So boundless and immense, it leaves behind Thongh in its full career, to speed my flight

The low account of numbers ! and out-Hies Proin thy unbounded presence? which, alune,

All that imagination e're conceiv'd, Fills all the regions and extended space

Less numerous are the sands that crowd the shores, Beyond the bounds of nature ! Whither, Lord !

The barriers of the Ocean. When I rise Shall ny unrein'd inagination rove,

From my soft bed, and softer joys of sleep, To leave behind thy spirit, and

I rise to thee. Yet lo! the impious slight Its influence, which, with brooding wings, out-spread Thy nighty wonders. Shall the sons of vice Hatch'd untiedg'd Nature from the dark profound. Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand

If inounted on my towering thoughts I climb And muck thy lingering thunder, which with-holds Into the Heaven of Heavens; I there behold Its forky terrours from their guilty heads ? The blaze of thy unclouded majesty!

Thou great tremendous God !-Avaunt, and Ay, In the pure empyrean thee I view,

All ye who thirst for blood.- For, swoln with pride, High thron'd above all height, thy radiant shrine, Each haughty wretch blasphernes thy sacred name, Throng'd with the prostrate seraphs, who receive

And bellows bis reproaches to affront Beatitude past utterance! If I plunge

Thy glorious Majesty. Thy fues I hate Down to the gloon of Tartarus profound,

Worse than my own, O Lord ! Explore my soul, There too I find thee, in the lowest bounds

See if a faw or stain of sin infects Of Erebus, and read thee, in the scenes

My guilty thoughts. Then, lead me in the way Of coinplicated wrath : I see thee clad

That guides iny feet to thy own Heaven and thee. In all the majesty of darkness there.

If, on the rucily morning's purple wings l'p-born, with indefatigable conrse, I seek the glowing borders of the East,

PSALM CXLIV. Where the bright Sun, emergent froin the deeps, With his first glories gilds the sparkling seas, And trembles o'er the waves; ev'n there, thy hand | My soul, in raptures rise to bless the Lord, Shall through the watery desert guide my course, Who taught my hands to draw the fatal sword , And o'er the broken surges pave my way,

Led by his arm, undaunted I appear While on the dreadful whirles I hang secure, In the first ranks of death, and front of war. And inock the warring Ocean. If, with hopes, He taught me first the pointed spear to wield, As fond as false, the darkness I expect

And Inow thc glorious harvest of the field. To hide, and wrap me in its montling shade, By himn inspir’d, from strength to strength I past, Vaid were the thought : for thy unbounded ken Plung'd through the troops, and laid the battle Darts through the thickening gloom, and pries In him my hopes I centre and repose, (waste. through all

He guards my life, and slields me from my foes. VOL. XII.



He held his ample buckler o'er my bead,
And screen'd me trembling in the mighty shade :

Against all hostile violence and power,
He was iny sword, my bulwark, and my tower.

Job cursid his birth, and bade his curses flor He o'er my people will maintain my sway,

In words of grief, and eloquence of woe; And teach my willing subjects to obey.

Lost be that day which dragg'd me to my doom, Lord! what is man, of vile and humble birth, Recent to life, and struggling from the womb; Sprung with this kindred reptiles from the earth, Whose beams with such malignant lustre shone, That he should thus thy secret counsels share? Whence all my years in anxious circles run. Or what his son, who challenges thy care? Lost be that night in undetermin'd space, Why does thine eye regard this nothing, man? And veil with deeper shades her gloomy face, His life a point, his measure but a span?

Which crowded up with woes this slender span, The fancy'd pageant of a moment made,

While the dull mass rose quickening into man. Swift as a dream, and fleeting as a shade.

O'er that curs d day let sable darkness rise, Come in thy power, and leave th’ ethereal plain, Shrowd the blue rault, and blacken all the skies ; And to thy hamess'd tempest give the rein; May God o'er-look it from his heavenly throne, Yon starry arch shall bend beneath the load, Nor rouse from sleep the sedentary Sun, So loud the chariot, and so great the God! O'er its dark face to shed his genial ray, Soon as his rapid wheels Jehovah rolls,

And warın to joy the melancholy day. The folding skies shall tremble to the poles : May the clouds frown, and livid poisons breathe, Heaven's gaudy axle with the world shall fall, And stain heaven's azure with the shade of death. Leap from the centre, and unhinge the ball.

May tenfold darkness from that dreadful night Touch'd by thy hands, the labouring bills expire Seize and arrest the straggling gleams of light; Thick clouds of smoke, and deluges of fire; To pay due vengeance for its fatal crime, On the tall groves the red destroyer preys,

Stili be it banish'd from the train of Time; And wraps th' eternal mountains in the blaze: Nor in the radiant list of months appear, Pull on my foes may all thy lightnings fly, To stain the shining circle of the year : On purple pinions through the gloomy sky. There through her dusky range may silence roan,

Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, There may no ray, no glimpse of gladness come, Down from the Heaven of Heavens thy bright abode, No voice to cheer the solitary gloom. And shield ine from my focs, whose towering pride May every star his gaudy light with-hold, Lowers like a storm, and gathers like a tide : Nor through the vapour shoot his beamy gold: Against strange children vindicate, my cause,

Nor let the dawn with radiant skirts come on, Who curse thy name, and trample on thy laws; Tipp'd with the glories of the rising Sun; Who fear not vengeance which they never felt,

Because that dreadful period fix'd my doom, Train`d to blaspheme, and eloquent in guilt : Nor seal'd the dark recesses of the womb. Their hands are impions, and their deeds profane, To that original my ills I owe, They plead their boasted innocence in vain. Heir of aflliction, and the son of woc.

Thy name sball dwell for ever on my tongue, Oh! had I dy'd unexercis'd in pain, And guide the sacred numbers of my song; And wak'd to life, to sleep in death again! To thee my Muse shall consecrate her lays, Why did not Fate attend me at my birth, And every note shall labour in thy praise; And give me back to my congenial earth? The hallow'd theme shall teach me how to sing, Why was I, when an infant, sooth'd to rest, Swell on the lyre, and tremble on the string. Luld on the knee, or hung upon the breast?

Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led, For now the grave would all my cares compose, When death few raging, and the battle bled ; Conceal my sorrows, and inter my woes: And snatch'd thy servant in the last despair There wrapp'd and lock'd within his cold embrace, From all the rising tumult of the war.

Safe had I slumber'd in the arms of peace ; Against strange children vindicate my cause, There with the mighty kings, who lie enrolld Who curse thy name, and trample on thy laws ; In clouds of incense, and in beds of gold : That our fair sons may smile in early bloom, There with the princes, who in grandeur shone, Our sons, the hopes of all our years to come : And aw'd the trembling nations from the thrones Like plants that nursid by fostering showers arise, Amicted Job an equal rest might have, And lift their spreading honours to the skies. And share the dark retirement of the grave; That our chaste daughters may their charms dis- Or as a shapeless einbryo seek the tomb, play,

Rude and imperfect from the abortive womb : Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay, Ere motion's early principle began, Polish'd, and tall, and smooth, and fair as they. Or the dim substance kindled into man.

Piled up with plenty let our barns appear, There from their monstrous crimes the wicked And burst with all the seasons of the year ;

cease, Let pregnant flocks in every quarter bleat, Their labouring guilt is weary'd into peace; And drop their tender young in every street. There blended sleep the coward and the brave, Safe from their labours may our oxen come, Stretch'd, with his lord, the undistinguish'd slave Safe may they bring the gather'd summer home. Enjoys the common refuge of the grave. Oh! may no sighs, no streams of sorrow flow, An equal lot the mighty victor shares, To stain our triumphs with the tears of woe, And lies amidst the captives of his wars;

Bless'd is the nation, how sincerely bless'd ! With his, those capæves mingle their remains, Of such unbounded happiness possess'd,

The same in death, nor lessen'd by their chains. To whom Jehovah's sacred name is known,

Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray? Who claim the God of lorael for their om. Why curst to bear the painful light of day?


Oh! with what joy the wretches yield their breath, To God our grateful accents will we raise, And pant in bitterness of soul for death?

And every tongue shall celebrate his praise : As a rich prize, the distant bliss they crave, Behold display'd the wonders of his might; And find the glorious treasure in the grave.

Behold the Lord triunphant in the fight ! Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief, With what immortal fame and glory grac'd! To combat woe, and treall the roand of gricf, What trophies rais'd amid the watery waste ! Whom in the toils of fate his God has bound, How did his power the steeris and riders sweep And drawn the line of miseries around?

Ingulf'd in heaps, and whelm'd beneath the deep? When nature calls for aid, my sighs intrude, Whom shall we fear, while he, Heaven's awfud My tears prevent my necessary food ;

Unsheaths for Israel his avenging sword ? [Lord, Like a full stream o'ercharg'd, my sorrows flow,

His outstretch'd arm, and tutelary care, In bursts of anguish, and a tide of woe;

Guarded and sav'd us in the last despair : For now the dire affliction which I died,

His mercy eas'd us from our circling pains, Pours like a roaring torrent on my head.

Unbound our shackles, and unlock'd our chains, My terrours still the phantom view'd, and wrought to him our God, our fathers' God, I'll rear The dreadful image into every thought:

A sacred temple, and adore bim there,
At length pluck'd down, the fatal stroke I feel, With vows and incense, sacrifice and prayer.
And lose the fancy'd in the real ill.

The Lord commands in war; his matchless might
Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight :
By him the war the mighty leaders form,

And teach the hovering tumult where to storm.

His name, O Israel, Heaven's Eternal Lord,

For ever honour'd, reverenc'd, and ador'd. They will vain man complain and murmur still,

When to the fight, from Egypt's fruitful soil,

Pour'd forth in myriads all the sons of Nile; And stand on terms with his Creator's will ?

The Lord o'erthrew the courser and the car, Shall this high privilege to clay be given ?

Sunk Pharaoh's pride, and overwhelm'd his war. Shall dust arraign the providence of Heaven?

Beneath th' encumber'd deeps his legions lay, With reason's line the boundless distance scan;

For many a league impurpling all the sea : Oppose Heaven's awful Majesty to man.

The chiefs, and steeds, and warriours whirl'd around, To what a length his vast dominions run?

Lay midst the roarings of the surges drowu'd. How far beyond the journeys of the Sun?

Who shall thy power, thou mighty God, withHe hung yon' golden balls of light on, high,

stand, And lanch'd the planets through the liquid sky:

And check the force of thy victorious hand? To rolling worlds he mark'd the certain space,

Thy hand, which red with wrath in terrour rose, Fixt and sustain'd the elemental peace.

To crush that day thy proud Ægyptian foes. Unnumber'd as those worlds his armies more,

Struck by that hand, their drooping squadrons fall, And the gay legions guard his realms above ;

Crowding in death; one fate o'erwhelms them all. High o'er th' ethereal-plains, the myriads rise,

Soon as thy anger, charg'd with vengeance, came, And pour their flaning ranks along the skies :

They sunk like stubble crackling in the flame. From their bright arms incessant splendours stream,

At thy dread voice the summon'd billows crowd, And the wide azure kindles with the gleam.

And a still silence lulls the wondering food : To this low world he bids the light repair,

Roll'd up, the crystal ridges strike the skies, Down through the gulfs of undulating air:

Waves peep o'er waves, and seas o'er seas arise, For man he taught the glorious Sun to roll, Around in heaps the listening surges stand, From his bright barrier to his western goal.

Mute and observant of the high command. How then shall man, thus insolently proud,

Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train, Plead with his Judge, and combat with his God?

Rous'd from the secret chambers of the main. How from his mortal mother can he come,

With savage joy the sons of Ægypt cry'd, Unstain'd from sin, untinctur'd from the womb?

(Vast were their hopes, and boundless was their The Lord from his sublime empyreal throne,

Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, [pride) As a dark globe, regards the silver Moon.

This servile nation, and divide the spoil : Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain,

And spread so wide the slaughter, till their blood Are but the hunblest sweepings of his train ;

Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood. Dim are the brightest splendours of the sky; Oh! what a copious prey their hosts afford, And the Sun darkensin Jehovah's eye.'

To glut and fatten the devouring sword !" But does not sin diffuse a fouler stain,

As thus the yawning golph the boasters pass'd, And thicker darkness cloud the soul of man ?

At thy command rush'd forth the rapid blast. Shall he the depths of endless wisdom know?

Then, at the signal given, with dreadful sway, The short-liv'd sovereign of the world below?

In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring sea;
His frail original confounds his boast, [dust. And now the disintangled waves divide,
Sprung from the ground, and quicken'd from the Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide.

The deeps alarm'd cal] terribly from far
The loud, embattled surges to the war;

Till her proud sons astonish'd Ægypt found,

Cover'd with billows, and in tempests drown'd. IN THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER OF EXODUS, PARA- What god can emulate thy power divine,

Or who oppose his miracles to thine ? Then to the Lord, the vast triumphant throng

When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Of Israel's sons, with Moses, tais'd the song.

Thy trembling foes confess their fear and shame.


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