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Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise Him in the shade.
Thou, heav'n of heav'ns, His vast abode ; Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, Who called
worlds from night : “Ye shades, dispel!” th' Eternal faid; At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.
Whate'er a blooming world contains,
United praise bestow.
Ye swelling deeps below.
Let ev'ry element rejoice :
And breathe it to the soul.
To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Your great Creator own;
Tell, when affrighted nature fhook,
And trembled at His frown.
Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale,
In mutual concourse rise ;
In incense to the skies.
Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and fing;
Harmonious anthems raise
And tuned your voice to praise.
Let man, by nobler paffion fwayed,
In heavenly praise employ ;
The gen'ral burst of joy.
Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Fall proftrate at His throne ;
Ye princes, rulers, all adore ;
An image of His own.
Ye fair, by nature formed to move,
With youth's enlivening fire ;
the tuneful lay, Sigh His blessed name—then soar away, And ask an angel's lyre.
OD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform ;
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
And works his Sovereign will.
Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take,
so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace : Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
H Father of Heaven! look down from
above, Illumine my paths by the light of Thy
love, That sleeping or waking, by night or by
day, My footsteps may ever be found in Thy way.
When the world's bright allurements before me are
shining, And to follow their course my fond heart is incliningOh make me remember how small is their worth, How empty and vain are the pleasures of earth! When passions within their wild warfare are waging, And finful temptations my mind are engaging, Be Thy arm my support, and if virtue should shrink, Uphold the weak nature, which haply might fink.