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HYMNS by Mr. ADDISON.
HE Lord my pafture shall prepare,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
Thy friendly crook fball give me aid,
Aud guide me through the dreadful fhade.
Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Thro' devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile :
And ftreams fhall murmur all around.
HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
Transported with the view, I'm loft
O how shall words with equal warmth
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
Thy Providence my life fuftain'd,
To all my weak complaints and cries,'
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themfelves in pray`r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe,
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
And when in fins and forrows funk,
Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my ftore.
Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a chearful heart,
That taftes thofe gifts with joy.
Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll purfue;
And after death in diftant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Thro' all eternity to thee
For oh! eternity's too short
HE fpacious firmament on high,
And fpangled heavens, a fhining frame,
Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
Soon as th' ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
Repeats the ftory of her birth:
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
What though, in folemn filence, all