Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain, And praise Him in the fhade. V. Thou, heav'n of heav'ns, His vaft abode; VI. Whate'er a blooming world contains, That wings the air, that skims the plains, United praise bestow. Ye dragons, found His awful name To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim, VII. Let ev'ry element rejoice: Ye thunders, burft with awful voice VIII. To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow; Tell, when affrighted nature shook, And trembled at His frown. IX. Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale, X. Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and fing; To Him who shaped your finer mould, XI. Let man, by nobler paffion fwayed, In heavenly praise employ ; Spread His tremendous name around, Till heaven's broad arch brings back the found, The gen'ral burst of joy. XII. Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please, Nurf'd on the downy lap of ease, Fall proftrate at His throne ; Ye princes, rulers, all adore; Praise Him, ye kings, who makes your power An image of His own. XIII. Ye fair, by nature formed to move, Sigh His bleffed name-then foar away, OGILVIE. Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take, Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe, GOD THE FATHER. H Father of Heaven! look down from above, Illumine my paths by the light of Thy love, That fleeping 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 fhining, And to follow their courfe my fond heart is inclining- When paffions within their wild warfare are waging, |