HYMN S.

135

HYMNS.

TO THE OMNIPOTENT GOD.

Deo Opt. Max.

ALMIGHTY King, who fit'ft above,
Enthron'd with Majesty and Love,
Eternal Arbiter of fate;

Whether we name thee God of all,
Or Alla, Jove, or Mithra call,

Thou, thou alone art truly great!

Princes, the shadows of thy nod,
Live but to fhew, how low to God

Is all the gaudy pride of earth :

Thy Kingdom comprehends all space;
Thy Crown, enrich'd with pearls of grace,
Is glorious as the Morning's birth!

If earth's an atom in thy fight,

Enwrapt in Folly's mazy night,

How

How low am I that on it dwell!
Thy Brightness, not the fun can show;
Thy Voice, not all the winds that blow,
Nor all the rolling thunders tell!

The earthquake, and the tempest, both
Are but the bubbles of thy wrath,

When Vice appall'd fhrinks at thy frown;
But fearless Virtue's heav'nly form,
Sifs, like an angel, mid the ftorm,

And smiling wreathes her olive crown.

Grafp the whole earth within thy hand,
Bid heav'n be nought at thy command,
Thou, only thou, be still the same;

The void immenfe itself fhall cry,

'Glory to thee, O God most High,”

And ever "hallowed be thy Name!"

HYMNS.

HYMNS FOR THE SEASONS.

Quid prius dicam folitis Parentis

Laudibus? Qui res hominum ac deorum
Qui mare, et terras, variis que mcndum

Temperat horis.

HOR. Lib. I. Od. xii. v. 13.

SPRING.

How fmiling wakes the verdant year

Array'd in velvet green!

How glad the circling fields appear,

That bound the blooming scene!

Forth walks from heav'n the beaming Spring,

Calm as the dew the sheds;

And o'er the winter's mutt'ring king

Her veil of roses spreads.

The sky ferene, the waking flow'rs,

The river's loofen'd wave, Repay the kind and tepid Hours With all the charms they gave.