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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 yon 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.
Let ev'ry element rejoice :
To Him who bids you roll :
And breathe it to the soul.
To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow ;
Your great Creator own;
Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
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 swayed,
In heavenly praise employ;
The gen'ral burst of joy.
Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Fall prostrate 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.
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,
grace : Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain :
And He will make it plain.
GOD THE FATHER.
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.