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HE Lord ! how fearful is his name ! THE

How wide 'is his command ! Nature, with all her moving frame,

Rests on his mighty hand.
Immortal glory forms his throne,

And light his awful robe ;
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown,

He manages the globe.
A word of his Almighty breath

Can swell or fink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,

Or break them as he please.
Adoring angels round him fall

In all their shining forms,
His sovereign eye looks through them all,

And pities inortal worms.
His bowels, to our worthless race,

In sweet compassion move ;
He clothes his looks with softeft

And takes his title, Love.
Now let the Lord for ever reign,

And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain,

We are his favourites still,


No more shall peevish paflion rise,

The tongue no more complain ; 'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,

And love resumes again.

The L AW and GOSPEL.

CURST be the man, for ever curst,


“ Death and damnation for the first, 6 Without relief and infinite.”

Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings; But, Jesus, thy dear gafping breath, And Calvary, fay gentler things. “Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, “ Streaming along a Saviour's blood, " And life, and joys, and crowns above, “ Dear-purchas’d by a bleeding God.” Hark, how he prays, (the charming found Dwells on his dying lips) “ Forgive !" And every groan, and gaping wound, Cries, “ Father, let the rebels live."

Go, you that reft upon the law,
And toil, and seek falvation there,
Look to the fames that Moses saw,
And Ihrirk, and tremble, and despair.

But I'll retire beneath the cross :
Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie;
And the keen sword that justice draws,
Flaming and red, thall pass me by.

Seeking a divine Calm in a restless World.

“ O Mens, quæ stabili fata Regis vice, &c."

Casimire, Book III. Od. 28.


TERNAL mind, who rul'st the fates

Of dying realms, and rising states,
With one unchang'd decree ;
While we admire thy vast affairs,
Say, can our little trifling cares

Afford a smile to thee?

Thou scatterest honours, crowns, and gold :
We fly to seize, and fight to hold

The bubbles and the oar :
So emmets struggle for a grain ;
So boys their petty wars maintain

For Mells upon the shore.
Ilere a vain man his sceptre breaks,
The next a broken sceptre takes,

And warriors win and lose ;
This rolling world will never stand,
Pluniier'd and snatch'd from hand to hand,

As power decays or grows.


Earth 's but an atom : Greedy swords
Carve it amongst a thousand lords,

And yet they can't agree :
Let greedy swords still fight and Nay,
I can be poor ; but, Lord, I pray
To sit and sinile with thee.



OW meanly dwells th’immortal mind !

“ How vile these bodies are ! " Why was a clod of earth design'd

“ T'enclose a heavenly star? “ Weak cottage where our souls reside!

“ This flesh a tottering wall; “ With frightful breaches gaping wide

“ The building bends to fall. “ All round it storms of trouble blow,

“And waves of sorrow roll; “ Cold waves and winter storms beat through,

“And pain the tenant-soul. “Alas ! how frail our state !" said I:

And thus went mourning on,
Till iudden from the cleaving lky

A gleam of glory shone.
My soul all felt the glory come,

And breath'd her native air;
Then the remember'd heaven her home,
And the a prisoner here.
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Straight Straight she began to change her key,

And joyful in her pains,
She sung the frailty of her clay

In pleasurable strains.
“ How weak the prison is where I dwell!

“ Flesh but a tottering wall, “ The breaches chearfully foretel,

“ The house must shortly fall. “ No more, my friends, shall I complain,

“ Though all my heart-strings ake; « Welcome disease, and every pain,

“ That makes the cottage shake. “ Now let the tempest blow all round,

“ Now swell the surges high, " And beat this house of bondage down,

“ To let the stranger fly. * I have a manfion built above

By the Eternal Hand; “ And thould the earth's old basis move,

My heavenly house must stand. “ Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns,

(I long to see the God) “ And his immortal strength suitains

" The courts that cost him blood." Hark, from on high my Saviour calls :

I come, my Lord, my Love :” Devotion breaks the prison-walls,

And speeds my last remove.



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