Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, And through the pleasing snares of vice, II. Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. III. What though in solemn silence, all For ever singing as they shine, DIVINE ODE.' 1 I. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. 1 Published in the Spectator as a 'Divine Ode,' made by a gentleman on the conclusion of his travels.-G. II. In foreign realms and lands remote, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, II. Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil, The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd, IV. Think, O my soul, devoutly think, V. Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face, And fear in ev'ry heart, When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs, VI. Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free, My soul took hold on thee. 'The allusion in these lines is to a violent gale he encountered in his Italian tour.-Vide Life.-G. VII. For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. VIII. The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, The sea that roar'd at thy command, 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 preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, if death must be my doom, Shall join my soul to thee! HYMN.1 I. WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear! 'Originally published in the Spectator. |