to God on high; and on earth Peace, goodwill towards men. If. 9. 6. For unto us a child is born; unto us a fon is given: Andhis name fhall be called Wonderful! Counfellor! the mighty God! the everlasting Father ! the Prince of Peace. Hallelujah. Amen.

ANTHEM, from the Prophet IJaiab.

Omfort ye my people, faith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerufalem, and fay unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned.-And the glory of the Lord thall be revealed; and all flefh fhall fee it together: for the mouth of the Lord. hath fpoken it.-Behold, a virgin fhall conceive, and bear a fon: and they fhall call his name Emanuel. God with us.- -O thou that telleft glad tidings to Zion, lift up your voice; be not afraid fay unto the cities of Judah, behold your God.-For behold darkness fhall cover the earth, and grofs darkness the people. But the Lord fhall arife upon thee; and his glory fhall be feen upon thee; for behold he fhall come faith the Lord of hofts.-He fhall feed his flock like a fhepherd; and fhall gather the lambs with his arm, and gently lead thofe that are with young.-Sing, Oye heavens; and

be

beljoyful, O earth; for the Lord hath done it. Shout ye lower parts of the earth; for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob, and glorified himself in Ifrael. For unto us a child is born; unto us a fon is given; and the government fhall be. upon his fhoulder; and he fhall fave his people from their fins.-Glory be to God in the higheft; and on earth peace, goodwill towards men. Hallelujah. Ämen.

FAL

TATHER of All! in ev'ry age,.
In ev'ry clime, ador'd,

By faint, by favage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou Great First Caufe, least understood,

Who all my sense confin'd

To know but this, that thou art Good,
And that myself am blind:

Yet gave me in this dark" eftate,"
To fee the good from ill;

And binding Nature fast in Fate,
Left free the human will,

What

What confcience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to fhun,
That more than heav'n pursue.

What bleffings thy free bounty gives
Let me not caft away;

For God is paid when man receives:
T'enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to Earth's contracted fpan
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think the Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolt to throw,
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, oh! teach my
To find that better way.

heart

Save me alike from foolish pride
Or impious discontent;

At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
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Teach

Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others fhow,
That mercy fhew to me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;
O lead me, wherefoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's life or death!

This day be bread and peace my
All elfe beneath the fun

lot;

Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whofe temple is all space,
Whofe altar earth, fea, fkies!
One chorus let all Being raise!

All Nature's incenfe rife!

ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR.

που

OUSE of our God! with cheerful anthems
ring;

While we with lips and hearts thy praises fing.
The opening year his graces fhall proclaim;
And all its days be vocal with its name.
The Lord is good, his mercy never ending
His bleffings in perpetual show'rs defcending.

Burft

Burst into praife, my foul; all nature join,
Angels and men in harmony combine.
While human years are measured by the fun;
And while eternity its courfe fhall run,
His goodness in perpetual show'rs descending,
Exalt in fongs and raptures never-ending.

Hallelujah!

A FUNERAL ODE.

LAS! alas! and is the fpirit fled?

dead?

Shall I no more in focial converse share
The fweet endearments of his friendly care?
No more his pleafing countenance furvey,
Which charm'd the foul, and fmil'd the hours
away?

Ah! cruel death, why was that dart of thine
Shot at a brother and a friend of mine?
A brother in the bond of Chriftian love,
(The tie, which forms the family above.)
A friend of genial foul, whofe kindred flame
Fired my affections into love again.

But ah! he's gone; and I remain below,
A little longer in the vale of woe.

But fhall I mourn as those, whofe hopes are

vain,

As if I ne'er fhould fee my friend again?

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Ah!