There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circles run; There the pale planet rules the night, PART II. Downward I turn my wondering eyes On clouds and ftorms below, The noify winds ftand ready there With founding wings they fweep the air, To make thy chariot way. There, like a trumpet, loud and strong, On the thin air, without a prop, PART III. Now to the earth I bend my song, And caft my eyes abroad, Glancing the British ifles along; G 2 How How did his wondrous skill array Your fields in charming green; Tall oaks for future navies grow, While corn and vines rejoice below, The bleating flocks his pasture feeds And herds of larger fize, : That bellow through the Lindian meads, PART IV. We fee the Thames carefs the fhores, The rolling mountains of the deep Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord, And fcaly monfters, at thy word, PART PART V. Thy glories blaze all nature round, And ftrike the gazing fight, Through skies, and feas, and folid ground, With terror and delight. Infinite ftrength, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad, Our fouls with vaft amazement fill, And speak the builder God. But the fweet beauties of thy grace Our fofter paffions move; Pity divine in Jefus face We fee, adore, and love. GOD's Abfolute Dominion. LORD, when my thoughtful foul furveys Fire, air, and earth, and ftars and feas, I call them all thy flaves; Commiffion'd by my Father's will, Poifons fhall cure, or balms fhall kill; Vernal funs, or zephyr's breath, May burn or blast the plants to death That sharp December faves ; But a precarious power? When he appoints the hour. Lo, the Norwegians near the polar sky The vital flame touch'd with a strange supply He bids the vital flood in wonted circles flow. Drinks the meridian fury of the midnight Bear, Enquire, my foul, of ancient fame, Look back two thousand years, and fee 1 Once to his court the God of Ifrael came, A King more abfolute than he. I fee the furnace blaze with rage Three Hebrews of immortal name: They move, they walk across the burning ftage Nature, compell'd by a fuperior cause, How broad thy kingdom, how divine! Nature, and miracle, and fate, and chance, are thine. Hence Hence from my heart, ye idols, flee, To chance and nature, tales and lies: His favour is my life, his lips pronounce me dead; Earth is my mother, or my grave. CONDESCENDING GRACE. In Imitation of the cxivth Pfalm. WHEN the Eternal bows the skies, To vifit earthly things, With fcorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings; Rides on a cloud difdainful by Laughs at the worms that rife fo high, He bids his awful chariot roll To vifit every humble foul, With pleasure in his eyes. Why fhould the Lord that reigns above Difdain fo lofty kings? Say, Lord, and why fuch looks of love Upon fuch worthlefs things? |