How did his wondrous skill array Tall oaks for future navies grow, The bleating flocks his pafture feeds : That bellow through the Lindian meads, PART IV. We fee the Thames carefs the shores, Yet hears her ruler God. The rolling mountains of the deep Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord, And fcaly monsters, at thy word, PART V. Thy glories blaze all nature round, And ftrike the gazing fight, Through skies, and feas, and folid ground, With terror and delight. Infinite ftrength, and equal fkill, Shine through the worlds abroad, But the sweet beauties of thy grace Pity divine in Jesus face We fee, adore, and love. GOD's Abfolute Dominion. LORD, when my thoughtful foul furveys Fire, air, and earth, and stars and feas, I call them all thy flaves; Commiffion'd by my Father's will, Poifons fhall cure, or balms fhall kill; Vernal funs, or zephyr's breath, But a precarious power? The fun is all in darkness loft, When he appoints the hour. Lo, the Norwegians near the polar sky The vital flame touch'd with a strange supply He bids the vital flood in wonted circles flow. Drinks the meridian fury of the midnight Bear, Enquire, my foul, of ancient fame, Look back two thousand years, and see Once to his court the God of Ifrael came, I fee the furnace blaze with rage Three Hebrews of immortal name: They move, they walk across the burning stage It knew the Lord of nature there. How broad thy kingdom, how divine! Nature, and miracle, and fate, and chance, are thine. Hence Hence from my heart, ye idols, flee, To chance and nature, tales and lies: Or frofts, or flames, to kill or fave ? His favour is my life, his lips pronounce me dead; CONDESCENDING GRACE. In Imitation of the cxivth Pfalm. WHEN the Eternal bows the skies, To vifit earthly things, With fcorn divine he turns his eyes From towers of haughty kings; Rides on a cloud disdainful by Laughs at the worms that rife fo high, He bids his awful chariot roll To vifit every humble foul, Why fhould the Lord that reigns above Say, Lord, and why fuch looks of love Upon fuch worthlefs things? Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares Difpute his awful will ? Afk no account of his affairs, Just like his nature is his grace, All fovereign, and all free; Great God, how fearchlefs are thy ways! THE INFINIT E. SOME feraph, lend your heavenly tongue, Or harp of golden ftring, That I may raise a lofty song To our Eternal King. Thy names, how infinite they be! Thy glories fhine of wondrous fize, Thine effence is a vast abyss, Which angels cannot found, An ocean of infinities Where all our thoughts are drown'd. The |