VI.

Ye glitt❜ring planets of the sky,'
Whose lamps the absent fun supply,
With him the fong pursue;
And let himself fubmiffive own,

He borrows from a brighter Sun,
The light he lends to you.
VII.

Ye fhow'rs, and dews, whose moisture shed,
Calls into life the op'ning feed,

To him your praises yield;

Whose influence wakes the genial birth,
Drops fatnefs on the pregnant earth,

And crowns the laughing field.
VIII.

Ye winds, that oft' tempeftuous sweep
The ruffled furface of the deep,

With us confefs your God;

See, thro' the heav'ns, the King of kings,
Up-borne on your expanded wings,
Come flying all abroad.

IX.

Ye floods of fire, where e'er ye flow,
With juft fubmiffion humbly bow

To his fuperior pow'r;

Who ftops the tempeft on its way,
Or bids the flaming deluge ftray,

And gives it ftrength to roar.

X.

Ye fummer's heat, and winter's cold,
By turns in long fucceffion roll'd,

The drooping world to chear;

Praise him, who gave the fun and moon,

To lead the various seasons on,

And guide the circling year.
XI.

Ye frofts, that bind the wat'ry plain,
Ye filent show'rs of fleecy rain,

Purfue the heav'nly theme:

Praise him who sheds the driving fnow,
Forbids the harden'd waves to flow,

And stops the rapid ftream.

XII.

Ye days and nights, that fwiftly born,
From morn to eve, from eve to morn,
Alternate glide away;

Praise him, whose never-varying light,

Abfent, adds horror to the night,

But present gives the day.
XIII.

Light,from whofe rays all beauty springs,
Darkness,whose wide-expanded wings

Involve the dusky globe:

Praise him, who, when the heav'ns he spread,
Darkness his thick pavillion made,

And light his regal robe.

XIV. Praife

. XIV.

Praise him, ye light'nings, as ye fly,

Wing'd with his vengeance thro' the sky,
And red with wrath divine;

Praise him, ye clouds, that wand'ring ftray,
Or fix'd by him in close array,

Surround his aweful farine.

XV.

Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly King,
Who bids the plants, that form the spring,

With annual verdure bloom;

Whose frequent drops of kindly rain,
Prolifick fwell the rip'ning grain,
And blefs thy fertile womb.

And heave your fummits to the skies,

Revere his aweful nod;

Think how you once affrighted fled,

When Jordan fought his fountain-head,
And own'd th' approaching God.
XVII.

Ye trees, that fill the rural fcene,

Ye flowers, that o'er th' enamel'd green

In native beauty reign,

O! praise the Ruler of the skies,

Whofe hand the genial fap supplies,

And clothes the fmiling plain.
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XVIII. Ye

XVIII.

Ye fecret springs, ye gentle rills,
That murm'ring rife among the hills,
Or fill the humble vale ;

Praise him, at whofe almighty nod
The rugged rock diffolving flow'd,
And form'd a fpringing well.
XIX.

Praise him, ye floods, and feas profound,
Whofe waves the spacious earth furround,
And roll from shore to fhore;

Aw'd by his voice, ye feas, subside,
Ye floods, within your channels glide,

And tremble and adore.

XX.

Ye whales, that stir the boiling deep,
Or in its dark receffes fleep,

Remote from human eye;

Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,
Praise him, without whose heavenly aid
Ye languish, faint, and die.
XXI.

Ye birds, exalt your Maker's name,
Begin, and with th' important theme

Your artless lays improve ;

Wake with your fongs the rifing day,

Let mufick found on ev'ry fpray,

And fill the vocal grove.

XXII. Praise

XXII.

Praife him, ye beafts, that nightly roam
Amid the folitary gloom,

Th' expected prey to seize;
Ye flaves of the laborious plough,
Your ftubborn necks fubmiffive bow,
And bend your weary'd knees.
XXIII.

Ye fons of men, his praise display,
Who ftampt his image on your clay,
And gave it pow'r to move;
Ye, that in Judah's confines dwell,
From age to age fucceffive tell

The wonders of his love.

XXIV.

Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,

'Till angels liften to the song,
And bend attentive down ;

Let wonder feize the heav'nly train,
Pleas'd, while they hear a mortal strain,

So fweet, fo like their own.
XXV.

And you, your thankful voices join,

That oft at Salem's facred shrine

Before his altars kneel;

Where thron'd in majesty he dwells,

And from the mystick cloud reveals

The dictates of his will.