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When in the flipp’ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd face, And when in fins and forrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy fhall adore.
THE spacious firmament on high,
Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
What thou, in solemn silence, all
The DAY of JUDGMENT,
By Mr. OGILVIE,
OME, heav'nly muse, my raptur'd foul inspire,
Touch with one beam of thy celestial fire,
and all the scenes of war A nobler aim invites my song to rise : No praise I fing, but his who form'd the skies : No scenes, but nature's burning vaults display'd; No pow'r, but that which wakes the sleeping dead. My theme how vast! the sun's extinguish'd rays; Ten thousand stars in one devouring blaze ; That doom, the guilty wretch must dread to hear; The last loud trump that stops the rolling sphere; The crowds that burst from earth's diffolving frame; All heaven descending, and a world on flame. O Thou, whose hands the bolted thunder form, Whose wings the whirlwind, and whose breath the storm: Tremendous God! this wond'ring bofom raise, And warm each thought that would attempt thy praise.
O! while I mount along thetherial
way, To fofter regions, and unclouded day, Pass the long tracks where darting lightnings glow, Or trembling view the boiling deeps below ; Lead thro' the dubious maze, direct the whole, Lend heav'nly aid to my transported foul, Teach ev'ry nobler power to guide my tongue, And touch the heart, while thou inspir'ft the song. 'Twas at the hour, when midnight ghosts aflume Some frightful shape, and fweep along the gloom; When the pale spectre bursts upon the view; When fancy paints the fading taper blue; Wien smiling virtue refts, nor dreads a foe; And slumber shuts the weeping eyes of woe: 'Twas then, amid the filence of the night, A graceful seraph stood before my fight, And blaz'd meridian day--the rocking ground Flam'd as he mov'd, and totter'd as he frown'd. As some vaft meteor, whose expanded glare Shoots a long stream that brightens all the air, So flam'd his burning eyes :-earth heard and shooks, When from his lips these dreadful accents broke : “Now is that hour, when at th' Almighty's call,
Surrounding flames shall melt the yielding ball ; " When worlds must blaze amid the general fire, • And suns and stars with all their hosts expire. • The long-delay'd, th' important day is come, " (All nature quake with terror at the doom.)