Thou restless globe of golden light, Blush and refund the honours paid Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed Winds, ye fhall bear his name aloud Through the ethereal blue, For when his chariot is a cloud, Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, And speak his awful hand. Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas, Let wave to wave refound his praise, While monsters sporting on the flood, Speak terribly their Maker-God, And lash the foaming brine. But gentler things shall tune his name To fofter notes than these, Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream, Or whispering through the trees. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, To him that bid you grow : Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines Let the fhrill birds his honour raise, Thus while the meaner creatures fing, Th' Eternal Name muft fly abroad From Britain to Japan; And the whole race fhall bow to God, That owns the name of man. THE ATHEIST's MISTAKE. LAUGH, ye prophane, and swell and burst Yet fhall ye live for ever curs'd, And feek in vain to die. The gafp of your expiring breath By the last agonies of death, F Ye Ye ftand upon a dreadful steep, And all beneath is hell: Your weighty guilt will fink you deep, When iron flumbersbind your flesh, And tortures wake the mind! Then you'll confefs, the frightful names Then fhall ye curfe that fatal day, Behold the faints rejoice to die, For heaven fhines round their heads; And angel-guards, prepar'd to fly, Attend their fainting beds. Their longing fpirits part, and rife To their celeftial feat; Above thefe ruinable fkies They make their laft retreat. Hence, ye prophane, I hate your ways, I walk with pious fouls; There's a wide difference in our race, And diftant are our goals. The LAW given at SINA I. ARM thee with thunder, heavenly Muse, And keep th' expecting world in awe ; Oft haft thou fung in gentler mood To Ifrael first the words were spoke, Bent their knees to fenfelefs bulls, Now had they pass'd th' Arabian bay, And march'd between the cleaving fea; The rifing waves ftood guardians of their wondrous way, But fell with most impetuous force On the pursuing fwarms, And bury'd Egypt all in arms, Blending in watery death the rider and the horfe: O'er ftruggling Pharaoh roll'd the mighty tide, Apis and Ore in vain he cries, And all his horned Gods befide, He fwallows fate with fwimming eyes, Ah! foolish Ifrael, to comply With Memphian idolatry! And bow to brutes, (a ftupid flave) To idols impotent to fave! Behold thy God, the fovereign of the sky, Hark! The fhrill echoes of the trumpet roar, Rails kept them from the mount before, Now from the rails their fear : 'Twas the fame herald, and the trump the fame Which fhall be blown by high command, Shall bid the wheels of nature stand, And heaven's eternal will proclaim, That time fhall be no more. Thus while the labouring angel fwell'd the found, And rent the skies, and fhook the ground, Up rofe th' Almighty; round his fapphire feat 7 Adoring |