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Thou reftless 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
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 monfters fporting on the flood,
Speak terribly their Maker-God,
And lafh the foaming brine.
But gentler things shall tune his name
To fofter notes than thefe,
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 raife,
Thus while the meaner creatures fing,
Th' Eternal Name must fly abroad
From Britain to Japan;
And the whole race fhall bow to God,
That owns the name of man.
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 these 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 distant are our goals.
The LAW given at SINA I.
RM thee with thunder, heavenly Mufe,
And keep th' expecting world in awe ;
To Ifrael first the words were spoke,
Bent their knees to fenfelefs bulls,
Now had they pafs'd th' Arabian bay,
And march'd between the cleaving sea ;
The rifing waves ftood guardians of their wondrous way, But fell with most impetuous force
On the pursuing swarms,
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 beside,
He swallows fate with fwimming eyes,
Ah! foolish Ifrael, to comply
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 shall be blown by high command, Shall bid the wheels of nature ftand,
And heaven's eternal will proclaim,
That time fhall be no more.
Thus while the labouring angel fwell'd the found,
Up rofe th' Almighty; round his fapphire feat