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The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested bafilisk and speckled snake, Pleas'd the green luftre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes ! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on ev'ry fide arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies! See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See heav'n its fparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day! No more the rising fun fhail gild the morning Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her silver horn; But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O’erflow thy courts : the light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The feas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ;. But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains ; Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own Mefliah reigns !
The UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
By the Same.
ATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou great first cause, least understood :
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than heav'n pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away ;
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay: If I am wrong, oh teach
heart To find that better
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I fee ;
I to others show,
Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,
Since quick’ned by thy breath; O lead me wherefoe'er I