III.

Thy mercy sweeten'd every foil,
Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine-hills it warm`d,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.

IV.

Think, O my foul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou faw'ft the wide-extended deep,
In all its horrors.rife.

V.

Confufion dwelt in every face,

And fear in every heart;

When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs,

O'ercame the pilot's art.

VI.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy fet me free;

Whilft, in the confidence of prayer,

My foul took hold on thee.

VII.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not flow to hear,

Nor impotent to fave.

VIII. Th

VIII.

The ftorm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The fea, that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.

IX.

In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise Thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
X.

My life, if thou preferv'ft my life,
Thy facrifice fhall be ;

And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my foul to Thec.

WHEN rifing from the bed of death,

I fee

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

my Maker face to face;

O how fhall I appear!

II.

If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be fought,

My heart with inward horror fhrinks,

And trembles at the thought:

III.

When thou, O Lord, fhalt ftand disclos'd

In majesty severe,

And fit in judgment on my foul;

O how fhall I appear!

IV.

But thou haft told the troubled foul,
Who does her fins lament,

The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.

V.

Then fee the forrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And add my Saviour's dying groans,
To give those forrows weight.

VI.

For never shall my foul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows Thy Only Son has dy'd
To make that pardon sure.

PARA

PARAPHRASE ON PSALM XXIII.

THE

1.

HE Lord my pasture fhall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His prefence fhall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye :
My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my mid-night hours defend.

II.

When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering fteps he leads:
Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

III.

Though in the paths of death I tread
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
IV.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile,
The barren wildernefs fhall fmile,

With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams fhall murmur all around.

THE PLAY-HOUSE.

WHERE gentle Thames through stately channels

glides,

And England's proud metropolis divides;
A lofty fabrick does the fight invade,

And ftretches o'er the waves a pompous shade;
Whence fudden fhouts the neighbourhood furprize,
And thundering claps and dreadful hissings rise.
Here thrifty R- hires monarchs by the day,
And keeps his mercenary kings in pay;
With deep-mouth'd actors fills the vacant scenes,
And rakes the ftews for goddeffes and queens :
Here the lewd punk, with crowns and fcepters grac'd,
Teaches her eyes a more majestic caft;

And hungry monarchs, with a numerous train
Of fuppliant flaves, like Sancho, starve and reign.
But enter in, my Mufe; the Stage furvey,

And all its pomp

and pageantry display ;

Trap-doors and pit-falls, from th' unfaithful ground,
And magic walls encompass it around :

On either fide maim'd Temples fill our eyes,
And intermixt with Brothel-houses rife ¿
Disjointed Palaces in order ftand,

And Groves obedient to the mover's hand
O'erfhade the Stage, and flourish at command.
A ftamp makes broken towns and trees entire :
So when Amphion struck the vocal lyre,

*See Sedley's Mifcellanies, 8vo. p. 202.

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