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Young Men and Maidens, Old Men and Babes,
praise ye the LORD, Psal. cxlviii. 12.
ONS of Adam, bold and young,
In the wild mazes of whose veins A flood of fiery vigour reigns, And weilds your active limbs, with hardy sinews atrung;
Fall prostrate at th' eternal throne
Whence your precarious powers depend ; Nor swell as if your lives were all your own,
But choose your Maker for your friend; His favour is your life, his arm is your support, His hand can stretch your days, or cut your minutes short. Virgins, who roll
Boaft not of those withering charms
That mult yield their youthful grace To age and wrinkles, earth and worms; But love the Author of your smiling face; 'That heavenly bridegroom claims your blooming hours :
O make it your perpetual care
To please that Everlasting Fair ;
Infants, whose different destinies
But from the same spring-tide of tears,
Who wrought your wondrous frame:
Young honours to his name ;
To know the Power supreme.
Fathers, whose vital threads are spun
Adore the hand that led your way
Flying Fowl, and Creeping Things, praise ye
the LORD, Pfal. cxlviiii. ro, SWEET focks, whose soft enamel'd wing
Swift and gently cleaves the sky;
With an artless harmony.
And your wondrous structures build,
То To nature's God
firit devotions pay, Ere you salute the rising day, 'Tis he calls up the sun, and gives hiin every ray.
Serpents, who o'er the meadows side,
Rebate their baleful fire :
The volumes of your scaly gold:
Maker kind and wise.
Insects and mites, of mean degree,
Moulded by Wisdom's artful hand,
In your innumerable forms
To despicable worms.
The COMPARISON and COMPLAINT.
NFINITE Power, Eternal Lord,
How sovereign is thy hand! All nature rose t'obey thy word,
And moves at thy command.
With steady course thy shining fun
Keeps his appointed way;
The circle of the day.
And wanders from her God!
And treads the downward-road.
Thy great designs fulfil :
Nor thy commands obey ;
Draw my best thoughts away.
Pay all their dues to thee;
That never loy'd like me ?
heart to thine,
And take the mould divine.
Here all my powers I bring;
And govern every spring.
Then Then Mall my feet no more depart,
Nor wandering ser ses rove;
And all my passions love.
His Maker's law perform,
Nor with a zeal fo.warm.
GOD Supreme and Self-sufficient.
what his name, WHAT is our God,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach :