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The fmiling infant in his hand fhall take

The crefted bafilifk and speckled fnake, Pleas'd the green luftre of the fcales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rife, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy fpacious courts adorn ; See future fons, 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 fprings ! For thee Idume's fpicy forefts blow, And feeds 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 rifing fun fhall gild the morn, Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn; But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior 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 fhall wafte, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to duft, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains ; Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own Meffiah reigns!

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The UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

By the Same.

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ATHER of all! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By faint, by favage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great firft caufe, leaft understood:
Who all my sense confin'd

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,
To fee the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

What confcience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to fhun,
That, more than heav'n pursue.

What bleffings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not caft away;

For God is paid when man receives,

T' enjoy is to obey.

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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 my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

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Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,

Since quick'ned by thy breath;

O lead me wherefoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and

peace my lot:

All elfe beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies!

One chorus let all being raise !
All nature's incenfe rife!

NIGHT

To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade,

Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail univerfal Lord, be bounteous ftill

To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd ought of evil, or conceal'd,
Difperfe it, as now light difpels the dark.

MESSIAH,

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