Nor useless wafte this moral night, But glow with wisdom's facred light, Shrinks in new terrors dead. And loudeft thunders roll; Well pleas'd, O Lord, each eye fhall fee And mark with joy, for love of thee, A A HY M N, OCCASIONED BY THE SIXTY-FIFTH PSALM. L BY J. S. ET praise to that almighty fovereign rife, Who fix'd the mountains, and who spread the Who o'er his works extends paternal care; [fkies; Whose kind protection all the nations fhare: From the glad climes, whence morn in beauty dreft, Forth goes, rejoicing, to the fartheft weft; On him alone their whole dependence lies, And his rich mercy every want fupplies. O thou great author of th' extended whole! Revolving seasons praise thee as they roll : By thee fpring, fummer, autumn, winter, rife; Thou giv'ft the frowning, thou the smiling skies: By thy command the foftening fhower diftills, Till genial warmth the teeming furrow fills; Then fav'ring fun-fhine o'er the clime extends, And bleft by thee, the verdant blade afcends; Next fpring's gay products cloath the flowery hills, And joy the wood, and joy the valley fills; Then foon thy bounty fwells the golden ear, And bids the harveft crown the fruitful year: Thus all thy works confpicuous worship raise, And nature's face proclaims her maker's praife. HYMN. FROM PSALM VIII. BY THE SAME. Lmighty power! amazing are thy ways; Above our knowledge, and above our praise! How all thy works thy excellence difplay! How fair, how great, how wonderful are they! Thy hand yon wide-extended heaven uprais'd, Yon wide-extended heaven with stars emblaz❜d, Where each bright orb, fince time his course begun, Has roll'd a mighty world, or fhin'd a fun : Stupendous thought! how finks all human race! A point, an atom, in the field of space! Yet even to us, O Lord, thy care extends, Thy bounty feeds us, and thy power defends; Yet even to us, as delegates of thee, Thou giv'ft dominion over land and sea; Whate'er or walks on earth, or flits in air; Whate'er of life the watery regions bear; All these are ours, and for th' extensive claim, We owe due homage to thy facred name! Almighty power! how wond'rous are thy ways! How far above our knowledge and our praise! TRUST TRUST IN GOD. А РОЕМ. BY PETER PINNELL, M. A. Why art thou fo full of heaviness, O my foul, and why art thou difquieted within me. — -PUT THY TRUST IN GOD. Pf. XLII. 6, 7. W [figh? HY droops the head, why languishes the eye? What mean the flowing tear, and frequent Where are the lenient med'cines to impart Their balmy virtue to a bleeding heart? Fruitless are all attempts for kind relief To mix her cordial, and allay my grief; So ftrong my anguish, fo fevere my pain, Weak is philofophy, and reafon vain : Such rules, like fuel, make my paffion glow, While darkening clouds intoxicate the brain: No fcenes amufe me, that amus'd before, And nature's afpect a rich verdure wears; The budding plants of variegated hue, The bloffoms opening with the morning dew; Νο |