God has a thousand terrors in his name,
A thousand armies at command,
Waiting the fignal of his hand,

And magazines of froft, and magazines of flame,
Drefs thee in fteel to meet his wrath;

His sharp artillery from the North

Shall pierce thee to the foul, and shake thy mortal frame. Sublime on Winter's rugged wings

He rides in arms along the sky,
And scatters fate on fwains and kings;

And flocks and herds, and nations die;
While impious lips, profanely bold,
Grow pale; and, quivering at his dreadful cold,
Give their own blasphemies the lie.

The mifchiefs that infeft the earth,
When the hot dog-ftar fires the realms on high,
Drought and disease, and cruel dearth,

Are but the flashes of a wrathful eye

From the incens'd Divinity.

In vain our parching palates thirft,

For vital food in vain we cry,

And pant for vital breath;

The verdant fields are burnt to duft,
The Sun has drunk the channels dry,

And all the air is death.

Ye fcourges of our Maker's rod,

'Tis at his dread command, at his imperial nod, You deal your various plagues abroad.

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Hail,

Hail, whirlwinds, hurricanes, and floods,
That all the leafy ftandards ftrip,

And bear down with a mighty fweep

The riches of the fields, and honours of the woods;
Storms, that ravage o'er the deep,

And bury millions in the waves;

Earthquakes, that in midnight fleep

Turn cities into heaps, and make our beds our graves; While you dispense your mortal harms,

'Tis the Creator's voice that founds your loud alarms, When guilt with louder cries provokes a God to arms.

O for a meffage from above

To bear my fpirits up!

Some pledge of iny Creator's love
To calm my terrors and fupport my hope!
Let waves and thunders mix and roar,
Be thou my God, and the whole world is mine:
While thou art Sovereign, I'm fecure;

I fhall be rich till thou art poor;

For all I fear, and all I wish, Heaven, Earth, and Hell are thine.

EARTH AND HEAVEN.

HAST thou not feen, impatient boy?

Haft thou not read the folemn truth,

That grey experience writes for giddy youth
On every mortal joy?

Pleafure

Pleasure must be dafh'd with pain:

And yet, with heedlefs hafie,

The thirsty boy repeats the taste,

Nor hearkens to despair, but tries the bowl again. The rills of pleasure never run fincere :

(Earth has no unpolluted spring)

From the curs'd foil fome dangerous taint they bear; So rofes grow on thorns, and honey wears a fting.

In vain we feek a Heaven below the fky;

The world has falfe, but flattering, charms :

Its diftant joys fhow big in our esteem,
But leffen still as they draw near the eye;

In our embrace the visions die,

And when we grasp the airy forms,
We lose the pleafing dream.

Earth, with her fcenes of gay delight,
ls but a landskip rudely drawn,
With glaring colours, and falfe light;
Distance commends it to the fight,

For fools to gaze upon;

But bring the naufeous daubing nigh,. Coarfe and confus'd the hideous figures lie, Diffolve the pleasure, and offend the eye.

Look up, my foul, pant tow'rd th' eternal hills
Those Heavens are fairer than they feem;
There pleasures all fincere glide on in cryftal rills,
There not a dreg of guilt defiles,

Nor grief disturbs the ftream.

That Canaan knows no noxious thing,

No curfed foil, no tainted fpring,

Nor rofes grow on thorns, nor honey wears a fting.

FELICITY ABOVE.

O, 'tis in vain to feek for blifs;

N°,

For blifs can ne'er be found

Till we arrive where Jefus is,

And tread on heavenly ground,

There's nothing round thefe painted fkies,

Or round this dufty clod;

Nothing, my foul, that's worth thy joys,
Or lovely as thy God.

'Tis Heaven on Earth to taste his love,
To feel his quickening grace;

And all the Heaven I hope above
Is but to fee his face.

Why move my years in flow delay ?
O God of ages! why?

Let the spheres cleave, and mark my way
To the fuperior fky.

Dear Sovereign, break thefe vital ftrings
That bind me to my clay;

Take me, Uriel, on thy wings,

And ftretch and foar away.

GOD's

GOD'S DOMINION AND DECREES.

EEP filence, all created things,

KEER

And wait your Maker's nod:

The Mufe ftands trembling while fhe fings,
The honours of her God.

Life, Death, and Hell, and worlds unknown
Hang on his firm decree :

He fits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.

Th' almighty voice bid ancient Night
Her endless realms refign,

And lo, ten thousand globes of light
In fields of azure shine.

Now Wisdom with superior sway
Guides the vast moving frame,
Whilst all the ranks of being pay
Deep reverence to his name.

He fpake; the fun obedient stood,
And held the falling day:

Old Jordan backward drives his flood,
And difappoints the fea.

Lord of the armies of the sky,

He marshals all the stars;

Red comets lift their banners high,

And wide proclaim his wars.

Chain'd