10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts and after death, in distant worlds, 12 When Nature fails, and day and night divide thy works no more, my ever-grateful heart, O Lord, 13 Through all eternity to thee, AN ODE. 1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord! 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, 3 Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil, 4 Think, O my soul, devoutly think, thou saw'st the wide-extended deep, in all i'ts horrors rise. 5 Confusion dwelt in every face, and fear in every heart; when waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs, o'ercame the pilot's art. 6 Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, whilst, in the confidence of prayer, 7 For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung I knew thou wert not slow to hear, 8 The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, the sea, that roar'd at thy command, 9 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, and praise thee for thy mercies past, 10 My life, if thou preserv'st my life, and death, if death must be my doom, AN HYMN. 1 When rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker face to face; 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, my heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd in majesty severe, and sit in judgment on my soul; O how shall I appear! 4 But thou hast told the troubled soul, 5 Then see the sorrows of my heart, and add my Saviour's dying groans, 6 For never shall my soul despair PARAPHRASE ON PSALM XXIII. 1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Tho' 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 still; thy friendly crook shall give me aid, and guide me through the dreadful shade. 4 Tho' in a bare and rugged way, through devious lonely wilds I stray, thy bounty shall my wants beguile, the barren wilderness shall smile, with sudden greens and herbage crown'd, and streams shall murmur all around. CATO, A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS. "Ecce spectaculum dignum, ad quod respiciat, intentus operi suo, Deus! Ecce par Deo dignum vir fortis cum malâ fortunâ compositus! Non video, inquam, quid habeat in terris Jupiter pulchrius, si convertere animum velit, quàm ut spectet Catonem, jam partibus non semel fractis, nihilominùs inter ruinas publicas erectum." SEN. de Divin. Prov. |