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Now, should you fix my feet on Cæsar's throne,
Crown me, and call the world my own,
I am the Lord's, and Jesus is my love ;
And nearer to my Saviour move;
Thus I with angels live; thus half-divine
His glory is my great design,
A SONG to Creating WISDOM.
Thee the creation sings :
And heaven's high palace rings.
To travel with the sun;
The wonders thou hast done!
How glorious to behold ?
There There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circles run;
And day obeys the sun.
PART II. Downward I turn my wondering eyes
On elouds and storms below, Those under-regions of the skies
Thy numerous glories fhow. The noisy winds stand ready there
Thy orders to obey, With founding wings they sweep the air,
To make thy chariot way. There, like a trumpet, loud and strong,
Thy thunder Makes our coast : While the red lightnings wave along,
The banners of thine host.
On the thin air, without a prop,
Hang fruitful Mowers around :
Their fatness on the
PART III. Now to the earth I bend my song,
And cast my eyes abroad, Glancing the British ifles along; Bleft ifles, confess
How did his wondrous skill array
Your fields in charming green ; A thousand herbs his art display,
A thousand flowers between !
Tall oaks for future navies grow,
Fair Albion's best defence,
Those luxuries of sense.
The bleating flocks his pasture feeds :
And herds of larger size,
His bounteous hand supplies.
We see the Thames caress the shores,
He guides her silver flood : While angry
Severn swells and roars, Yet hears her ruler God.
The rolling mountains of the deep
Observe his strong command ;
Or sink them to the sand.
Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord,
The finny nations play,
Rush through the northern fea.
PART PART v. Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing fight, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight. Infinite ftrength, and equal skill,
Shine through the worlds abroad,
And speak the builder God.
Our softer passions move ;
We see, adore, and love.
GOD's Absolute Dominion
ORD, when my thoughtful soul surveys
Fire, air, and earth, and stars and seas, I call them all thy faves ; Commission'd by my Father's will, Poisons shall cure, or balms thall kill;
Vernal sims, or zephyr's breath,
That sharp December faves ;
But a precarious power ?
When he appoints the hour.
Lo, the Norwegians near the polar sky
Chafe their frozen limbs with snow,
The vital flame touch'd with a strange supply
Cold steel, expos’d to northern air,
And burns th’unwary stranger there.
For boasting to be abfolute :
A King more absolute than he.
Three Hebrews of immortal name :
A statue ; fear congeal d his blood:
Attempt their garments, or their hair :
Now breaks her own eternal laws,
How broad thy kingdom, how divina!