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ORD, as a tender mother day by day
So wean us, Lord, fo make us wholly
Left in our feebleness we start away
From Thy loved chaftening; for we could not bear
Or learn at once how vain our bright hopes be.
E calm in arguing, for fierceness makes
More than his fickness or his poverty?
Calmness is great advantage: he that lets
Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets;
As cunning fencers fuffer heat to tire.
Truth dwells not in the clouds; the bow that's there Doth often aim at, never hit, the sphere.
NOW'ST thou the value of a foul immortal?
Behold the midnight glory, worlds on worlds!
Amazing pomp! Redouble this amaze; Ten thousand add; and twice ten thousand more;
one foul outweighs them
IKE Mufic on the waters,
The waves lie ftill and gleaming,
IKE the gale, that fighs along
Is the grateful breath of fong,
Filled with balm, the gale fighs on,
So, when pleasure's dream is gone,
Mufic! oh how faint, how weak,
Why should Feeling ever speak,
When thou canft breathe her foul fo well?
Friendship's balmy words may feign,
Love's are e'en more falfe than they;
Oh! 'tis only Mufic's ftrain
Can fweetly foothe, and not betray!
HERE the bright Seraphim, in burning
Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow;
And the Cherubick hoft, in thousand
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
ND ftoried windows, richly dight,
There let the pealing organ blow,
In fervice high and anthems clear,
And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
|S, one by one, ftars on the Eastern space
Thus, while death's deepening fhades
Darken around thy fteps in ftranger lands,
Sweet awful memories of thine own St. John
Given through his hands; upon the self-fame road,
The Saviour laid thy body in the duft.
That thou might'ft rule thy flock a prieft on high,
And teach thy children to afcend the sky.