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Great Salem's King, who bids each state
On her decrees dependent wait;

In her, ere time begun,

High on eternal base upreared,
His hands the regal feat prepared
For Jeffe's favoured Son.

Mother of cities! o'er thy head

See peace, with healing wings outspread,
Delighted fix her stay.

How bleft, who calls himself thy friend!
Succefs his labours fhall attend,

And fafety guard his way.

Thy walls, remote from hoftile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore;
There fmiling plenty takes her stand,
And in thy courts with lavish hand
Has poured forth all her store.

Let me, bleft feat, my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,

In thee for ever dwell.

Let Charity my steps attend,

My fole companion and my friend!
And Faith and Hope farewell!

ZUINGER.

* Mr. Merrick's tranflation of the Latin verses of Zuinger, and found in Melchior Adamus' work, "Vitæ Germanorum Medicorum."

VII.

PSALM CXLVIII.

I.

EGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name.
Lo! heaven and earth, and feas and skies
In one melodious concert rife,
To fwell th' infpiring theme.

II.

Ye fields of light, celeftial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye fcenes divinely fair,

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim;
Tell how He formed your fhining frame,
And breathed the fluid air.

III.

Ye angels, catch the thrilling found;
While all th' adoring thrones around

His boundless mercy fing;

Let ev'ry listening faint above

Wake all the tuneful foul of love,

And touch the fweeteft ftring.

IV.

Join, ye loud fpheres, the vocal choir;

Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,

The mighty chorus aid;

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 vast abode;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who called yon worlds from night:
"Ye fhades, difpel!" th' Eternal faid;
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.

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,
Ye fwelling deeps below.

VII.

Let ev'ry element rejoice:

Ye thunders, burft with awful voice

To Him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the foul.

VIII.

To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own;

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at His look,

And trembled at His frown.

IX.

Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale,
Ye infects, fluttering on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise;
Crop the gay rofe's vermeil bloom,
And waft its fpoils, a sweet perfume,

In incenfe to the skies.

X.

Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and fing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

To Him who shaped your finer mould,

Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

XI.

Let man, by nobler paffion swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

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,
O praise th' eternal fource of love

With youth's enlivening fire;

Let age

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Sigh His bleffed name-then foar away,

And afk an angel's lyre.

OGILVIE.

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