Praise him, who, when the heav'ns he spread,
Darkness his thick pavilion made,

And light his regal robe...

XIV.

Praife him, ye light'nings, as ye fly,

Wing'd with his vengeance through the sky,
And red with wrath divine;

Praise him, ye clouds, that wand'ring ftray,
Or fix'd by him in close array,

Surround his aweful fhrine.

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Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly King,

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Who bids the plants, that form the spring,

With annual verdure bloom;

Whose frequent drops of kindly rain,

Prolific fwell the rip'ning grain,...

And bless thy fertile womb.

XVI.

Ye mountains, that ambitious rife,

And heave your fummits to the skies,

Revere his aweful nod;

Think how you once affrighted fled,

When Jordan fought his fountain-head,

And own'd th' approaching God.

XVII. Ye

XVII.

Ye trees, that fill the rural scene,

Ye flowers, that o'er th' enamel'd green

In native beauty reign;

O! praife the Ruler of the skies,
Whose hand the genial fap fupplies,

And clothes the smiling plain.
XVIII.

Ye fecret springs, ye gentle rills,
That murm'ring rife among the hills,
Or fill the humble vale;

Praise him, at whofe almighty nod
The rugged rock diffolving flow'd,
And form'd a fpringing well..
XIX.

Praise him, ye floods, and feas profound,
Whose waves the spacious earth furround,
And roll from shore to fhore;

Aw'd by his voice, ye feas, subside,

Ye floods, within your channels glide,

And tremble and adore.

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Ye whales, that ftir the boiling deep,

Or in its dark receffes fleep,

Remote from human eye;

Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,

Praise him, without whose heav'nly aid

Ye languish, faint, and die.

Ye birds, exalt

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your Maker's name,

Begin, and with th' important theme

Your artless lays improve;

Wake with your fongs the rifing day,
Let mufic found on every spray,

And fill the vocal grove.

XXII.

Praise him, ye beafts, that nightly roam

Amid the folitary gloom,

Th' expected prey to feize;

Ye flaves of the laborious plough,
Your stubborn necks fubmiffive bow,

And bend your weary'd knees.

XXIII.

Ye fons of men, his praise difplay,

Who stampt his image on your clay,
And gave it pow'r to move;
Ye, that in Judah's confines dwell,
From age to age fucceffive tell

The wonders of his love.

XXIV. Let

XXIV.

Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,

'Till angels liften to the fong,

And bend attentive down;

Let wonder feize the heav'nly train,
Pleas'd, while they hear a mortal ftrain,
So fweet, fo like their own.

XXV.

And you, your thankful voices join,
That oft at Salem's facred fhrine

Before his altars kneel,

Where thron'd in majefty he dwells,
And from the mystic cloud reveals
The dictates of his will.

XXVI.

Ye fpirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the bleft abode,
To heav'nly manfions foar :

O! let your fongs his praise difplay,
'Till heav'n itself shall melt away,

And time shall be no more.

XXVII.

Praise him, ye meek and humble train,

Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain

The boundless blifs to fhare;

O! praise him, 'till ye take your way

And reign for ever there.

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Let us, who now impaffive ftand,

Aw'd by the tyrant's stern command,

Amid the fiery blaze;

While thus we triumph in the flame,

Rife, and our Maker's love proclaim, ..
In hymns of endless praife...

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An ODE to FANCY.

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By the Same,

ANCY, whofe delufions vain

Sport themselves with human brain;

Rival thou of Nature's pow'r,

Can'ft, from thy exhauftlefs ftore,

Bid a tide of forrow flow,

And whelm the foul in deepest woe:

Or in the twinkling of an eye,

Raise it to mirth and jollity.

Dreams