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The only Bleft, tbe All-fufficient weeps,

But oh! who guides the ftagg'ring world, while its Protector fleeps?

V.

And can't thou, man, ungrateful prove?

When 'twas for thy falvation He left thofe fplendid feats above,

His late bright habitation;

Where all his Deity fhone without th' allay
Of a feraphic vehicle, or defecated clay.

VI.

Where he tranfcendently poffefs'd
The fullness of perfection;
Tho' here benighted and oppreft,

The type of al dejection.

He asks for food who gave the ravens bread,

And the great founder of the world wants where to lay his

head.

VII.

But oh! what dark catastrophe

Does hell at last conspire! Behold, upon the curfed tree,

The Lord of Life expire:

From this, amaz'd, the fun withdraws his eye,
Afraid to fee his Maker bleed, and the Eternal die.

VIII.

The seraphim that throng'd about
'Twixt hope and confternation,
Now blaze the wond'rous news about

The radiant corporation;

Who vainly strive the mystery to scan,

And fathom the ftupendous depth of this great love to

man.

IX.

He on the rights of justice stood

With their exalted nature,

Who now thro' ftreams of facred blood

Wafts the terrestrial creature,

Wafts dufty man to that felicity

Which the apoftate fons of light must never hope to fee.

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TE DEUM paraphrafed. By Mr. Dennis.

I.

A Long adieu to mortal lays,

Our voice t' immortal heights we raise,
And fing the great Creator's praise.
Thy praife, O God, thy boundless praise,
In more than human founds we fing,
O for an angel's tow'ring wing!
O rather for thy fpirit to sustain
Each matchlefs ftrain,

That it may reach eternal heights,
And in its lofty, daring flights,
The heaven of heavens may scale.
Raife all your voices, ftrike your strings,
"Tis God, 'tis God we fing;
Sound all and cry with one accord,
Hail, thou fupreme of things!
The world's great Author hail!
Hail infinite Eternal King,

The God above all heights ador❜d!
We all confefs and all obey,
Proftrate and low, and trembling, all
Before thy dreadful Majesty we fall,
Acknowledging thy boundless sway.

II.

Such homage to their eastern kings
The Indian and the Perfian brings:
But eastern kings [alas] to thee
Vain fantoms are of royalty;
That with a falfe delufive pow'r
Appear and vanish in an hour.
For thee, what homage shall we find ?
Infinite, independent mind.

What homage worthy of the God
Who can unmake us with a nod?

Look from thy awful throne on high,
And with thy omniprefent eye
Into our fouls receffes pry:

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There

There fee an homage worthy thee,
Worthy eternal Majesty,
See profound humility;
See fouls entirely mortify'd,
Down sensless vanity and pride:
Vile as thou art, vain man, appear,
Behold Omnipotence is here.
When he who only is, when he
Appears, what worms, what mites are we?
Nay, we are not, we only feem,
We're scarce a fhadow, fcarce a dream ;
A fenfless dream of what is not,
That passes and is straight forgot.
Thou only art, for what thou art
Thou always will be, always wert;
For thou are permanent and fix'd,
Uncreated, and unmix'd ;

The radiant heavens and rolling earth,
Owe to thee their wond'rous birth;
Thou of ten thousand worlds art Lord,
And art by every world ador'd ;
They all confefs thy power divine,
For thee they move, for thee they shine,
And every world's forever thine.

III.

And this great planet earth, which rolls
Inceffantly around its poles ;
And till the end of time must run
Its giant race about the fun;

And moving round the lamp of day,
O'ertake the feasons in its way;
While flanting in its oblique flight,
It shortens or prolongs the night;
Thee motion's fountain, and its fource,
It worships in its endless courfe;
Thee, while it turns about the sphere,
Accomplishing the mighty year,
Its great Creator thee it ferves,
And thy eternal laws obferves.
Creatures to whom great mother earth,
Fermented by thy flame, gave birth;

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All

All that on Lybian mountains roar,
Or flounder on the Indian fhore;
All that in airy caravans on high,
Intelligent of feasons fly,

Thro' the vast defarts of th' aerial sky,
Ali to their Maker adoration pay,

All conftantly thy feveral laws obey,

Which their diftinguish'd tribes and different nations fway,

Their seasons pre-ordain'd by thee they know,

At thy command they come, at thy command they go.

IV.

None but irregular man thy rightful sway,
Impious irregular man dares difobey;
Yet impious man too thee adores,

Thee from Cathaian to Peruvian shores,
With nameless rights, unnumber'd tongues,
He every hour implores.

Before thy feet earth's numerous kingdoms all,
Before thy feet a thousand monarchs fall,
And thee their everlasting Father call.
And thus they cry, thy potent breath,

Our great forefather call'd from more than death.
When thou faid'ft let him be, the found
Drew him wond'ring from the ground;
Before thee low the world's great rulers bow,
Thou art our God, our mighty maker thou,

Thou form'dft us at the firft, and thou fuftain'ft us

now.

V.

Now let us earth and earthly things disdain,

Now let us try a loftier strain,

Now let our fouls to heaven repair,

Direct their most aspiring flight,

To fields of uncreated light,

And dare to draw empyreal air.
'Tis done, oh place divinely bright!
Oh fons of god divinely fair!
Oh fight! unutterable fight!
Oh unconceivable delight!

Oh joy, which only Gods can bear!

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Hark

Hark how their blissful notes they raise,
And fing th' eternal Maker's praise ;
How in ecftatic fong they cry,

Lo we the glorious fons of light,
So great, fo beautiful, so bright!
Lo we the brightest of created things,

Who are all flame, all force, all spirit, and all eye,
Are yet but vile, and nothing in thy fight.
Before thy feet, O mighty King of Kings,
O Maker of this boundless all!
Thus lowly reverent we fall!
Thou know'st how many of us fell
To lowest shame and loweft hell;
But thou art holy, thou, O Lord,
Art only fit to be implor'd,
Of facred fabbath God ador'd!
And thus they pass eternity.
To thee all angels in the fky,
And all archangels loudly cry;
The mighty cherubim
Anfwer the flaming seraphim,
Holy, continually they cry!
O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Of facred fabbath God ador'd.

From them dominions catch the blissful fong,
And thrones the glorious theme prolong;
Holy continually they cry,

Th' harmonious thunder rolls along the skies,
And to the golden orbs it flies

The vaft intelligences all on fire,'

With flaming zeal complete th' immortal quire.

To fing the great Creator, all confpire;

All ranks divinely touch the living lyre :

O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Of facred fabbath God ador'd!

Holy, th' empyrean fpirits cry,

Holy, the regents of the orbs reply.
To the great ftrain they tune their spheres,
And ravish even immortal ears:

And all th' harmonious worlds on high

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