I Mr c: THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD ENDOWMENT FUND V SACRED HYMNS: O R, An Attempt to Difcover and Revive the Original Spirit, Elevation, and Beauty, of fbme of the SELECT PSALMS To which is added, An ODE on the AGONY of the M E s s I A H. Sanflos an Jus re cinder e Font ex By the Reverend Mr. N E \v c o M B , Chaplain to his Grace the Duke of R I C H M O N D. LONDON: Printed for JOHN PEMBERTON, in Flect-ftreet -, and JOHN WALT HOE, over-againft the Royal Exchange in Cornbill. M DCG XXVI. T O The Reverend and the Worthy Mr. BIG, Warden of New-Colledge in OXFORD. SIR, HAVE preftim'd, without your leave or knowledge, prefix your Name be- fore this fhort Eflay ; an honour, I had reafon to fear, your great modefty 7G&56 Would iv DEDICATION. would have refus'd me, had I follici- ted you for it : It being your choice, rather to enjoy the fecret pleafure of virtue and goodnefs, than the praife of it. But however you may blame the freedom of this addrefs, I per- fuade myfelf you will approve the na- ture of the defign ; which is, to cele- brate, in as worthy a manner as I am able, from the infpir'd writings, the adorable perfections of the Supreme Being, which the licentioufnefs of this age, with impunity, has fome- times queftion'd, and often derided : Aiming, in this attempt, to promote and infpire that genuine piety and devotion, your own life and ex- ample more ttrongly encourage and recommend; which, if we cannot mention DEDICATION. :v mention without giving you offence, we cannot, I am fure, conceal,, with- out doing you an injury : Thefe, join'd with equal merits of another kind, have placed you fo early at the head of the moft polite, moft learned, and flourifliing fociety ; at an age, when common merit cou'd only have entertained thoughts of qualifying it- felf, for the diftant profpeft of fuch an honour. Thofe who advanced you to your prefent dignity, ftudying their own welfare, as much as your intereft ; providing, by the fame ac- tion, for your juft merit, and their own uncommon happinefs. I H A v E perufed, Sir, with fome cafe and attention, whatever has been written vj DEDICATION. written before, with any degree of reputation, this way. Thofe authors, who have attempted fome former verfions of the PSALMS, have, doubt- lefs, their beauties, and a fhare of merit to recommend them ; parties cularly, Mr. Sand) 's, Sir Richard Blackmore, Dr. Tatrick , and Dr. Brady : And, I am afraid, it may be thought by fome very worthy per- fons, an injury to thofe great names > to imagine, they can be excelled, or, perhaps, equall'd. I hope it will not be imputed to my prejudice or vanity, if I judge otherwife : As they have many excellencies, it will be a fame to imitate ; fo tftey have fome im- perfeftions, which it may be an e- qual prudence to avoid. How well I have v have endeavour d to reach the one, or to decline the other, is humbly fubmitted to yourfelf and the world to determine. THERE are two errors, common- ly deftruftive of true merit, in works of this nature ; one is, too religious a reverence for the Letter, which ex- tinguifhes all fpirit in thefe compofi- tions : The other is too wanton a li- berty in the fancy 'd embellifhments of them , which entirely deftroys their charafter , and inftead of a tranflation, gives us an original. I have carefully endeavour'd to avoid thefe too, extremes ; and, to make this Verfion both animated and juft ; keeping the fenfe of the divine ori- ginals viij DEDICATION. ginals ftill in view, and infpiring it with that degree of life and fpirit, with which it was firft delivered ; and without which, in any language, it can never pleafe. I am, SIR, With the utmoft Refpeff And Sincerity, Tour moji obliged, And moji humble Servant, THO. NEWCOMB. S A C k E D HYMNS, BEING An Attempt jto Difcover and Re- vive the Original Spirit,, Eleva- tion,, and Beauty, of fome of the SELECT PSALMS, PSALM VIII T E R N A L power ! whofe ftedfaft (throne is lay ? d Above the arches of the azure skies ; By heaven ador'd ; by earth beneath (obey'd, Rever'cfr by man's, and fear'd by angels eyes ; Round the wide world, what region can'ft thou But owns thy arm, and pays thee reverence due? B Here i Sacred HTMNS. Here we behold thy glorious face lefs bright, Thro' the thick cloud thy diftant feat furvey :, The heavens enjoy thy faireft fulled light, Pouring for ever round a blaze of day ! From whence eternal dreams of brightnefs flow, To blefs the earth, and chear each orb below. "** Whene'er thy foes, (JEHOVAH'S foes in vain) Thy wrath provoke, or matchlefs arm deride ; The babe is chofe their fury to reftrain, The ruckling call'd, to mock the {corners pride ; Weaknefs has flrength to work thy royal will ; And bid the haughty fons of pride be ftill. When to thy heaven my ravifh'd eyes I turn, And there behold the golden lamp of day, The fun with full meridian glory burn, The moon and flars diffufe a milder ray ; Kin to the crumbling duft, corruption's heir, How can weak man deferve his maker's care ? Him fcarce below the fairefl fons of light, Swift heralds of thy will, thy hand has made ; His fhield by day, his fure defence by night The angel's wing ; or cherub's guardian {hade ; Man's Sacred HTMNS. 3 Man's fame let all the wide creation own ; Friend of his God ; and fav'rite of his throne! Whate'er through nature's ample circuit ftray, Crowding the fea, or air, or fpacious landj His royal fummons hear ; and will obey, Attend his voice, or (loop to his command ; Or clothe the naked ; or the hungry feed ; Toil at the yoak ; or at the altar bleed ; Supreme, unbounded, heaven's immortal fire, Whofe tongue mall thy great Godhead greatly (praife ; To tell thy might, too weak each mortal lyre, To flng thy power, too faint all humane layes \ By various worlds, thy mercies are implor'd ; Each world fuftaining ; and by each ador'd ! '/..''.: .. PSALM XIX. Tnk golden heavens that burn on high, The lamps that deck the glorious sky ; Without a voice, great God, proclaim That power, which gave each flar a name ; B x The 4 Sacred HTMNS, The works and wonders of thy might, The day unfolds to pleafe the night ; Which me rejoicing to difplay Repeats again to charm the day ? To the glad nations all around They bear along the numerous found ; And bid each eye his hand admire Which filPd their filver orbs with fire ; Tho' filent round the earth they blaze, Their filence yet can fpeak thy praife ; Calling on man that God to own Who built each flar fo fair a throne. Beyond the reft in glory bright, The fun pours forth a flood of light ; His great pavilion plac'd on high, The firft, and faireft in the sky. As now he lights the eaftern air, A bridegroom's blulhes feem lefs fair ; And taking thence his weftern flight ; A giant has not half his might ! Along Sacred HTMNS. Along the golden glorious way, Where'er he bends, he fcatters day ; No nation but his beauties charm ; Nor world his prefence does not warm. Wak'd by his heat all nature pours From her green lap a year of flowers ; Which to the morn their fweets difclofe, And blefs thofe beams from whence they role. PSALM XVIII. GREAT God ! our fare defence in fight ! Who do'fl each heart with courage fill ; From whom our arm derives its might In battle, to defend or kill ; Through the wide earth weak man can fee, Nothing fecure or ftrong but thee ; No arm but thine we fafely truft ; Feeble the bold ; infirm the brave ; Our ihields are clay j our bucklers dud, Faithlefs in fight ; and cannot fave ; To man no help or refuge yield, In the dark gloom, or bloody field, s When 6 Sacred HTMNS. When dangers do my fteps furround Awaking every confcious fear, No ills fhall hurt j no dread confound My fledfaft heart, when thou art near ; Beneath thy wings fecure 1 goe, And meet, unhurr, my proudeft foe ; Tho' round the couch on which I fleep In fadnefs, each pale terror reigns, Tho' death fhou'd there his manfion keep, And hell reveal its faddeft pains ; Nor death nor hell cou'd e'er afright My foul, when cherifh'd by thy fight ; When my fad heart no comfort knows, And heaving fighs my bofom fwell, To thee my tongue mail lift my woes, My foul to thee its forrows tell ; Thy heavens my loud complaints fhall hear, And calm my griefs ; and dry my tear. The earth was mov'd ; the hills around Were fhook throughout with fudden fear ; Diflblving each, the dreadful found Of thy confuming wrath to hear ; Which Sacred HTMNS. 7 Which fills the world with dire difmay j And drives its trembling orbs away. From thy fierce vifage fparkles dire In fearful inundations flow ; Which fcatters round a fleam of fire Confuming all it meets below ; Nothing its fury can fubdue, Devouring wide, where'er it burns ; The bowing heaven, and bending skies, Receive their God with reverent dread j Beneath whole feet deep darknefs lies, While rays of glory hide his head ; His throne now clad with purefl light, Now veil'd with all the gloom of night. Upon the wings of cherubs bore, He chufes round his heavens to fly ; Or takes as great delight to fbar On all the winds above the sky ; Which, as they bear his weight along, Confefs their God more fwift and flrong. His 8 Sacred HTMNS. His aweful feat above the pole Is covered round with thickeft night - About his throne dark waters roll And hide his brow from humane fight j No eye the darknefs can invade, Or pierce the fecret folemn made ! 'Till from his prefence flames afcend, And drive the fcatter'd clouds away The lightnings which the mountain rend Lefs cruel and lefs keen than they ; Again his heavens are feen more bright ; Again his vifage glows with light , With dread, thou earth, his thunders hear* While from the skies his fury pours, To damp pale man with every fear, His fire and hail in mingled mowers ; Which with their mighty found and blaze All nature damp :, each world amaze. His bow full bent with flrongeft might A fhower of burning arrows threw ; The nations round in wild afright To fhun the cruel fliafts withdrew ; fa* Sacred HTMNS. Far from his withering flames retire, Confcious, whofe arm had fhdt the fire. Its Iprings no more the hoary deep, Hearing far off his blafting breath, Cou'd from man's eye, or wonder keep, Opening its horrors all beneath ; His chiding gives the world defpair , And leaves the earth's dark center bare ; PSALM CXIV. TT Tn E N IfraeFs race, opprefs'd with pain, * Shook offproud Tharaob's cruel chain j To quell the haughty tyrant's pride Jehovah was their ftrength and guide ! The ocean faw ; the rivers gaz'd ; And both their waters flood amaz'd ; To view their armies march along, So firm ; fo terrible and ftrong ; Beyond the floods their journey lay ; Which clove, to yield the troops a way ; C Con- io Sacred HTMNS. Confcious, whofe fovereign arm was nigh ; Whofe voice it was that bids 'em fly. As to the deep his fleps draw near, The deep attends the found with fear ; While Jordan's waters backwards turn With fearful hafte to find their urn. The mountains hold their place no more, Shook, with the aged pines they bore ; The little hills the mountains view ; Confefs their God ; and tremble too. Ye feas ! whofe arm drove back your wave ! Ye ftreams, whofe voice your terror gave ! Who rocks the feeble hills around ; Which, like the herds they nourifh, bound? As now your God forfakes his throne, Tremble, ye worlds ! his prefence own ! Prepare your flight ; difTolve with fear , And melt away, when he is near. 'Tis he who from the flint can call, And bid the gulhing waters fall ; From Sacred HTMNS. n From the hard rock, who fountains pours j And makes the defart fmile with ihowers. PSALM XXIII. WH E N E'E R I faint, opprefs'd with woe, Thy gentle hand my footfteps leads, Where filver dreams delight to flow Thro' fruitful vales, and flow'ry meads ; Each fcene around with tranfport leen ; The vale ftill frefh ; the meadows green. Beneath the /hade thy wings difplay I feed, and tafte each dear delight ; Nor dread the flame that burns by day, Nor fear the blaft that chills by night. Each blifs enjoy, each foe deride ^ Thy love, my ftrengrh ; thy arm, my guide > How clear the cooling fountains flow, How fweet the paflures where I feed, Thole drive away each penfive woe, Thofe every pleafing tranfport breed. A double joy at once impart, Both cheer the eye j and charm the heart. C -L As ix Sacred HI MRS. As here the flreams around me roul, One yet, one mercy more iupply ! Smile thou thylelf upon my foul And bid each other rapture die ; The vales tho' frefh ; the brooks tho' clear, Can pleafe no more when thou art near. Tho' treading the dark paths below, Far from thy heaven ; thefe fmiling plains ; With fad and fearful fleps I go, Where death refutes, where darknefs reigns j Thy hand mall lead me in the way, And turn the midnight gloom to day | W hate'er dire terrors dwell beneath, What fcenes afright, or woes amaze , What ilghs, tho' dead, the wretched breathe, What flames around the guilty blaze , Do thou my ftedfaft foul fuflain, I view and hear, without a pain. My table, with thy bounty fpread, With envy wades my pining foes ; While thy rich oil bedews my head, And with thy wine my cup o'erflovrs ; Which Sacred HYMNS. 13 Which gladnefs to each look imparts, And pours a joy around our hearts. Oh, let the fame indulgent fmile, That cheers me now, for ever fave ; That love, which does my griefs beguile, This hour await me to the grave ; That to thy name, my God and friend, My knee may bow, and heart may bend. PSALM XXIV. WH A T E'E R the ipacious world contains, The fruitful earth, or wat'ry plains ; That humbly on the furface creep, Or roul along the mighty deep ; (found, 'Twas heaven's great voice, with one creating That fill'd with life the wide expanfion round. Beneath the floods ; beyond our eye, Her deep and dark foundations lie j Tho' feas above her furface flow, Capacious oceans deep below ; Beneath the mountains hold their gloomy reign ^ Which bind the boifterous waves, as with a chain. Whofe Sacred HTMNS. Whofe feet fhall on thy mountain reft, Be, with thy fmiles and prefence, bleft > Who to thy facred hill mall rife, And claim thy temple or thy skies > Even he, who juftice loves, and treachery fcorns ; Whom virtue guides, and innocence adorns ; On him, fair, I/rael's hope and power, From heaven each fairefl gift fhall mower ; A thoufand fmiles his eye extend, His hand a thoufand mercies lend ; With kind events each pious action blefs, And crown each guiltlefs labour with fuccefs ; Such mall the happy race appear, Who Sion's God with reverence hear ; Such fmiles fhall grace, and gifts adorn The fons, of Jacob's lineage born ; Thofe who his prefence love ; and godhead own ; And bow their hearts before his awful throne. Ye temples round your valves unfold Throw wide your lofty gates of gold ! Omnipotence demands thcfpace, A God anon, your courts will grace ; Lift Sacred HTMNS. 15- Lift high your doors, that thro' the Ipacious way The king of glory may his pomp difplay. To whom does that great name belong? To Szon's God, in battle ftrong. Who pours contempt upon the brave, And fhuts the vi&or in the grave ; Shaking the feeble props of humane truft, And bids the proud lie down in death and dud. PSALM LXVIIL T E T God arife, and from his throne, * ' Turn to the earth his dreadful eye ; With dire amaze each foe lhall own His prefence, and, prepare to fly. Pouring confufion all around On thofe who dare his wrath withftand, The proud his anger mail confound, His looks confume, without his hand. When he prepares their ilrength to break, And whets his glittering fword for fight ; The melting wax is not fo weak, The flying fmoak, not half fo light. Not 16 Sacred HTMNS. Not fb the juft, who own his sky, Or from his arm, or pretence dart ; Soft joy infpires the guiltlefs eye, And gladnefs cheers the pious heart. With fmiles upon his brow they gaze, His facred courts with raptures tread ; Look on his heaven without amaze, His lifted arm without a dread. Ye worlds prepare your nobleft fong For him, whofe hand all nature guides ; Who on the heavens, fublime and ftrong. As on a burning chariot rides ; His praife, his worth be firfl decreed Dwelling aloft in faireft light ; Who checks the orbs in fulleft fpeed, Or with his word infpires their flight. To him who hears from off the skies The wretched race of man complain, The helplefs orphan never cries, Or lonely widow fighs in vain. He Sacred HTMNS. 17 He from the mourning pris'ner's feet Breaks the ftrong bolt, and heals his pain ; Perfuades his faints to union fweet, And burfts the captive's gauling chain. While thofe who his great llatutes fcorn, Nor in his arm, for fafety, truft, With want and meagre famine worn, Confume away, and pine in dull. Can we forget the glorious day, When led acrofs the defart fand, Cloth'd all in flame, his dread array Our armies own'd his guiding hand > The hills their (Irength retained no more, Confefs'd their weaknefs and his power ; As on their tops, with thunders tore, Was pour'd the rapid burning Ihower. The heavens and fearful earth cou'd ftay No more upon their trembling bafe ; But juft like Sinai fled away Before the brightnefs of his face. D PSALM 18 Sacred HTMNS. T\ T XrX7*TTT PSALM LXXVL "IT TB E R t Jttdafrs fruitful vales are fpread, And hear with joy the fountains fall ; Thy name, great God, is heard with dread, Wherever heard, ador'd by all ; The hills difrufe it all around ; The vales prolong the facred found. Fair Salem's feat, whofe royal fpires With beauty charm ; in height excel!, Thy prefence fills, and eye admires, Chofe for thy court, wherein to dwell ; On SMs brow thy temple rear'd, By nations own'd, and I/raele&i'd. Here to rebuke th' aftoniih'd foe, Their fhield thy ftronger fury rent ; Shiver 'd the fpear, made weak the bow, Againft her walls by Syria bent ; In hade their impious legions fled, While all around their battle bled. Thofc Sacred HTMNS. 19 Thofe bands which to the hills belong, Whofe fwords in cruel fpoil delight ; Thy arm more terrible and ftrong Shall drive away ; confound in fight ; Who, turning back to view thy eye, Shall all confume, before they fly. i Thou do'ft the proud of ftrength beguile, And make the vidor's heart with fear, No more the mighty hold the Ipoil, Or chafe the prey, when chou art near ; To fhun thy wrath and blafling breath o They fly and flying fleep in death. When he beholds thy brow with paia, " Thy angry (haft, and lifted hand, How (hall the driver hold the rein, t nCT! 35v_l Or how the fearful chariot (land ? Owning thy dire rebuke to feel The falling deed, and broken wheel. What elfe, the fpacious earth around Which thou, great God, do'ft ever fill, Can like thy angry look confound, Or like thy awful vifage kill ? Man's ^o Sacred HYMNS. Man's eye with lefs amaze can fee The lightning's cruel flame, than thec, When from his burning throne on high, Dark with fierce light, Jehovah rofe, The meek with mercies to fupply, And flied pale fear among his foes, The trembling earth, to which he flies, Receives him from the rending skies j The winds are hum'd ! the feas no more Are heard in murmurs to refbund ; They view their God, his fleps adore With confcious fear, and dread profound ; The wond'ring deep his eye reftrains ; And filence thro' all nature reigns. Let man, vain man, with fury rage Againft thy flrength, his fiercenefs raife ; Thy arm his fiercenefs can aflwage, And turn it to thy nobler praife, Into the bold a terror dart, And fix defpair in every heart. What Sacred HT MRS. What to thy kindeft love we owe, Rich incenfe, and oblations fweer, Whate'er we promife, let us throw Unfparing at thy royal feet ; For mercy, gratitude return, While with our gifts thy altars burn. Thy arm fhall break the tyrant's yoke, The fpirit of the bold reftrain ; By thee their flrength in battle broke Who fway the earth, and proudly reign Who, turning to thy glorious throne, Extol thy power ; nor truft their own. PSALM XCI. WH o makes thy arm his ftrong retreat, Great God, fecur'd beneath thy wings ; Scorns the vain infults of the great, The wade of war, and wrath of kings ; Each horror of the doubtful field Thy fmiles, his truft ; thy arm, his fhield. Each Sacred HTMNS. Each midnight mare the fecret foe Can form, or treachery devife, His hand thy fure defence below Thy eye mail mock, and heart defpiie. j While the blue peftilence mall fly Unfear'd acrofs the tainted sky. j # 3 j j { The guardian made his wing mall caft Abo'-e thy head, mall (till defend ; -./ , His faith through endlefs ages lafl, His truth to know no bounds, or end ;iv/ Not the flrong buckler (hall fecure d^' So well, or fword fo long endure. Each fearful terror of the night Man's eye can dread, or fears divine, In the deep darknefs may afright Each guilty heart, but cannot thine ; : '\II By him the arrow turn'd away That takes its flight, and wounds by day. Not the dire peft, which feeks the made To fpread around her blotting breath, Shall reach thy couch, thy reft invade, Or fill thy houfe with dread, and death ; Free Sacred HT MRS. 13 Free from each bold and baleful ill, That in full day delights to kill. When on his name the fmners call, In vain with fighs invoke his sky ; Thoufands on thy right hand fliali fall, Upon the left, ten thoufand die j Secure from that contagious breath Which ftretches all the proud in death. ... . . . r , Oh, wait a while, and view defcend From off yon heaven the vengeful dart, Which fhall the cloud in pieces rend, Amazing every guilty heart, While thy flrong fortrefs, plac'd on high, Derides each terror of the sky. What tho' the weeping earth around Does every fbrrow feel or fear, Thy roofs fhall ail with joy abound, Thy God, thy great avenger near ; The plague from thy lov'd couch who turns, Wafting whole regions where it burns. See a* Sacred HYMNS. See at his word, his kind command, His angels round their wings difplay ; About thy bed delighted (land, And guide thy Heps, and fmooth thy way ; Guarding each forrow from thy head Weak man has caufe each day to dread. Thou on the hiding fnake malt tread, The fiery afpick fearlefs meet ; Rouze the fierce dragon from his bed, And cram beneath thy (Ironger feet ; On his dire mane thy heel (hall reft, And fpurn the hauehty lion's creft. r a J See, fee, thy God is fond to chear The guiklefs heart \vith groans oppred ; Strong to relieve, and kind to hear The mournful voice, and throbbing bread. Does the good man to honours raife, Who owns his name ; and fpreads his praife. Whene'er thou do'ft for fuccour call, Thy eyes with dreams of forrow fed, His wings around thy couch fliall fall, And free thy foul from every dread ; Partake Sacred HTMNS. ^? Partake thy grief, or elfe allay ; And chafe the falling tear away f With every blifs and bletfing crown'd ; Thy life (hall wade, and glide away ; With honours grac'd, in fame renown'd, Shall flouriili long, and late decay ; In life, in death ; beneath, above, Sovereign his arm ; fupreme his love. PSALM XLIL Ju s T as the hart purfues the dream, Scorch'd with the day's meridian beam, To the cool current fwiftly flies, With eager fteps, and longing eyes ; From every meaner paflion free, So pants my foul, oh God, for thee. 1 faint, I third, oh, turn thy eye, See me expire ; behold me die ; 'Tis for thy abfence that I mourn, J Tis for thy prefence that I burn ; When will thy fmiles my fadnefs chear, And when will Ifrael's hope draw near ? E Oa Sacred HTMNS. On the fad dream my grief has filed, By night, by day, I long have fed ; Hearing thy foe with fcorn demand Some wonder from thy flighted hand ; Ask in what deeds thy arm excells, And where thy queftion'd Godhead dwells ? To hear proud man thy name difbwn, I feek the fliade, and pine alone ; Pour out my foul before the night, Too fad to view the day, or light ; Or to the temple lead along The tribes, to hear my penfive fong. Why do my eyes refufe their reft ? Why heaves each forrow in my breaft> What fadnefs and unbounded woe Bids the big tear for ever flow : Each joy from my fwelPd heart does keep, Which breathes, but only breathes to weep ? Oh, ftill on Jacob's God depend, His arm can yet a fuccour lend ; Be his almighty name thy trufl, Who lifts the poor from death and duft ; Does Sacred HTMNS. 17 Does from the grave the wretched raife, In joyful hymns to own his praife. Once more unveil thy facred skies ; Receive my forrows as they rife ! My voice mail then thy fame unfold, Thy prefent might, and works of old ; Of every harp the rapturous theme, From Hermotfs hill, to Jordan's dream. D '. J L-11 C 1 But the proud billows foam along The angry fea, lefs fierce and ftrong ; Not with that noife aflault the sky, Nor roar fb loud, nor roll fb high j As the deep floods thy hand has led, To break, and burft above my head. I Yet tho' each day I dread the grave, Each day thy arm is ftretch'd to fave ! Still may thy mercies from the skies Break forth, and with each morn arife ; Which my glad foul mall take delight To fing, and mention to the night, A Let me no more in fighs complain TJiy arrn is weak ; or fuccour vain j E * O'er- Sacred HTM N S, O'erwhelm'd with every bitter woe, And the low feorn of every foe :, them no more my fadnefs fee, By grief fubdued ; forgot by thee ! Life leaves my fainting breathlefs heartj My fmitten joints alunder parr, To hear the fcorner proudly cry, Where is thy God > how far his sky ? Whofe fmiles did once thy bofom warm ; What is his might ; and where his arm? PSALM XCVII. JEHOVAH reigns ! thou earth rejoice, Ye numerous ifles your incenfe bring ! Bend low the knee, exalt the voice ; To own the GOD, and praife the King / His works in fweeteft fongs repeat, His fame diflufe, and wonders own. Who chufes darknefs for his feat, And clouds to made his royal throne. Judgment Sacred HTMNS. ^ 9 Judgment and truth, that beauteous pair, Which with each heavenly charm beguile, Shine at his footftool always fair, And round his throne for ever fmile ! That none his terrors may abide, Fierce flames his arm around him throws ; Dreadfully glare on every fide, To fcatter and confound his foes ; Whene'er his fearful lightnings blaze, Whole mafts his anger does infpire, All nature feels a dire amaze, To view the red reludant fire ! Not the ilrong earth, or aged deep, As now his arrows crofs the sky, Or hills, their feat can longer keep. Prepaid to melt away, or fly ! All worlds, fubmifllve to thy will, Thy glories fmg, or terrors fear ; The heavens above thy judgments fill, The earth beneath thy mercies chear. Curfl 3 o Sacred HTMNS. Curft be his impious hand, who throws Rich incenfe on the idols fhrine ; His gifts ungratefully beftows On any altar elfe but thine ! Each fabled god of gold or (lone, Thy jealous fury ftiall devour ; Who, bending low before thy throne, Shall blefs thy name, or feel thy power, All Slon round has heard with joy Thy voice, thy wond'rous works declare ; Thy arm how mighty to deftroy, Thy boundlefs love, how fond to (pare ! Let kings, who to the duft belong, No more with him in glory vie ; Confefs his arm more fear'd and ftrong, His dreadful throne more bright and high ! Who make fair SMs God their choice, All guilt abhor, each error fly ; Nor own him only with their voice, And with polluted hearts deny : His Sacred HTMNS. 31 \ His arm is both a helm and fhield, He does around the upright throw ; A fure and ftrong defence to yield Againft the bold and impious foe. Whene'er he does his fmiles impart, To thofe who own and blefs his sky, Gladnefs dilates- each beating heart, And light fprings up in every eye. With joy before his prefence ftand, With early vows prevent the day ; 'Tis all his juftice does demand, And all our grateful lips can pay. PSALM CXXX. T"? ROM the dark chambers of the deep, -* Where fbrrow dwells ; and terrors fleep, I pour, great G o D, a bitter groan ; Unfold thy heavens ; and hear my moan ! Tho' here I pine, o'erwhelm'd with woe, Thy pitying eye can pierce as low ; Tho* 3T Sacred HT MRS, Tho' here I chufe a wretched grave, Even here thy mighty arm can fave ! Who cou'd thy wrath one hour abide By thy find law, with rigour try'd > Who the fad ientence undergo, If thy ftern juftice was his foe > But oh, to calm the guilty heart, Thy mercy turns away the dart, Which thy ftrong arm in wrath prepared, To be the fmner's fad reward. To thy lov'd heaven, and beauteous sky, i I lift my foul, and turn my eye ; Patient, till thon, vvhofe arm Shalt fmile, and take me from the dull ; <1 Before the early morn does rife, Or ftreakswith gold the eaftera skies, In raptures I thy mercies own, And pour my heart before thy throne ! Oh Ifrael) vain each god befide, Make him thy dear defence and guide ! Who i 3? Who kills, or refcues from the grave ; Strong to avenge, or kind to fave ! Tho' juftice may his fate decree, His mercy fets the finner free ! To the fad heart his lovd unfolds, Forgives each fin or not beholds. PSALM CVII. From the xi^ to the 3 Qth Verfe. WIDE as the Ipacious earth is fpread, Far as the fun its light difplays, Thy works, great God, arc feen with dread ; Thy mighty wonders told with praife } And while each knee with reverence bends, The heart, inlpir'd with joy, attends ! Who fail the loud unfathom'd deep, With fighs implore thy arm to fave ; In their fad thought each terror keep, And hear thy voice in every wave ; Or when it fwells the angry tide, Or bids the finking furge fubfide. F Op 34 Sacred HTM NS. Up to the heavens, a fearful way, The winds the reeling veflel blow"; 'Till broke the wave 011 which it lay, It finks as fwift and falls, as low ; P - { ^ Down from the-fea's enormous fteep, v . To the dire {hallows of the deep ;, r . 3 g ^. Roek'd to and fro, from wave to wave, The aking heart begins to fear, (Each billow feerning now a grave) With trembling (ighs, that death is near. Since the wild temped to reftrain Each arm is weak ;' -all : 'art in vain ! O3t 31 t l T {rfT Raging the fea ; tiiicalm'-d the wind, , Where, mall frail man for fuccour fly ; Whereiiri his angniili hope to find ?r,^d orlT Relief but from thy pitying sky ? Which, fmilingnow, difpels his fears, And turns to joy the wretch's tears. As he ordains, the fulphurous dovish'. No more with direful thunder roars ; While his almighty voice more loud Confines the lea, within its mores ; Bids Sacred HTMNS. 35- Bids the proud wave its limits keep, And fmooths each horror of the deep. New joy each ravifh'd heart does feel, New life infpires each beating bread, As he direds the bounding keel, To the fafe harbour, where to reft ; -Which, free from every dread, derides The threatening (torm ; and angry tides ! ^ fJll C ' . ' PSALM CXXVIII. . WH o E'E R the paths of virtue tread, Invoke their God with pious dread ; Shall (hare thofe fmiles, which flill impart A joy, to man's tranfported heart ! Beneath his kind indulgence plac'd, What their hand fows, their lips iliall talte ; Their grateful voice his bounty fing ; While bleffings from their labour fpring^ AS the rich vine with clutters bends, Which up thy verdant wall abends ; F i Thy 3 6 Sacred HT MN & Thy wife fhall ever pleafe thy view, As beauteous and as fruitful too. Thy children round thy eye lhall (land, And hear with joy each fpft command ; Upon thy bofom fmiling reft, And cheer each ravifh'd parent's bread. Each gift, heaven's bounteous hand mail ihed, Upon the lov 'd adorer's head ; His virtues crown ; and actions blefs, With great events and fair fuccefs ! ' Salem f s rich towers his eye fhall fee With pomp adorn'd ; from tumults free ; While round her walls her God does ihower A fair encreafe of fame and power. / His childrens race he fhall behold Around his knee their fmiles unfold ; Plenty reftor'd ; dire battles ceafe, And happy Zwn crown'd with peace. P S A L M T Sacred HTMNS. 37 PSALM CXLII. . o thee, great God, with bitter cries, My plaints I tell, and griefs difclofe, Unfolding to thy diftant skies My foul, with all its numerous wp.es \ My fadnefs with the light begun, Nor ended, when the day is done. As down each cheek my forrows fhow'r, Sprung from a fad defpairing breaft, To thee, my dire complaints I pour, Which rob my eye each night of reft ; Each other arm infirm or vain, On thine I reft to thee complain. When faint and weak my fpirit chofe In filent paths to weep alone ; Thy eye cou'd there behold my woes. Thy ear bear witnefs to my moan. Yet not my fighs, nor my defpair Cou'd guard me from the (corner's fnare. ., ;;r T ' J threw 3 8 Sacred HT MRS. I threw my gufhing eyes around On every fide, in hopes to find Some to fupprefs my tears, but found, Man's fuccour vain, or man unkind ; Tho' once in blifs and glory thron'd, Its wretched king each eye difbwn'd : Tho' to the deepefl made I bend My fteps, or to the darknefs haft ; Amazing terrors which attend My dangerous path, purfue as fait ; I fly, but ah, no art I find . 4trf . To leave my following cares behind. To theelbend, with dread oppreft, Great God ; to whom it does belong To give the pious mourner reft, To aid the weak, or crufh the ftrons ; > &> The portion, and the hope of all That on thy name in fadnefs call. / r j. 3J; Oh, bend from heaven a father's ear, Reach out that arm on which I truft, My groans attend, my forrows hear, Oh fmile, and lift me from the duft ! la Sacred HTMNS. 39 In mercy flop the flying dart, The foe has lev'elFd at my heart. : 3 n^if'S n ; : : Snatch me from death's amazing pain, My anxious fool from darknefs bring ; That rais'd by thee I may again Adore thy love, and goodnefs fmg. Smile thou, to eafe my troubled mind, And man, like thee, will foon be kind. PSALM CXII. inifif! l o ofcft S God let man draw near With humble hopes, and reverent fear ; With blifs and every blefling crown'd Belov'd by heaven ; on earth renown'd ; Happy himfelf, his eye fhall view With joy his race as happy too. While others pine, around his head ^ Plenty her fulleft flream fhall fhed ; Fair wealth, the beauteous child of peace, Shall fill his houfe, with large encreafe ^ 'Till death, each mercy to endure ; Since he, that gave 'em, can fecure. To 4-0 Sacred HYMNS. X" To him who guides his fleps aright, From the dark made fprings up a light ; Who, with heaven's kindeft bounty blefs'd, Joys, to revive the foul diftrefs'd ; Does to the fad his gifts impart -- Does he, that promised man to blefs, Forget the promife which he made ? To the fad heart refufe accefs, And hide himfelf behind his made? But oh, my ladnefs to fubdue, Thy tender mercies I unfold ; Read o'er thy works, thy wonders view, And call to mind thy deeds of old. To eafe my heart, with joy I tell (Now calming every anxious thought) How much thou do'ft in fame excell, What mighty things thy arm has wrought. The fons of Jacob's fav'rite race . Thy power adore and Godhead own ; . Confefs thy might fupreme, and place Their fafety in thy ftrength alone. Bending 4.8 Sacred HT MRS. Bending from heaven thy glorious way, The floods beheld thee with furprize ; The troubled waters fled away To fhun the brightnefs of thy eyes. Far from thy dreadful fteps with fear, The depths in dire confufion flew ; And as their God in wrath drew near, The waves amaz'd, as fad withdrew. At thy approach, devouring ihow'rs Of rapid fire from heaven defcend ; While from the cloud, thy lightning pours ; And the wide air, thy thunders rend. Thy flames and arrows fent abroad, All nature (hake with confcious fear ; Proclaim the prefence of a God, And tell the earth, that thou art near. Beneath the loud and lowed deep, Thy footfteps oft our eye can trace ; Who do'fl the fea's dark chambers keep. To be thy Iccret dwelling place. Like Sacred HTM HS. 49 Like faireft flocks, at thy command, In lovely vales thy people fed ; From jY;/?,;jby Mofes potent hand And Aaroris voice to Zton led. Yl'~" ^\TT TTT PSALM CXLIV. t oin no fu; t eni loj sat 3riT RE A T God !. my.fur.eft ftay and might, $ Who do'fl my ftrength in battle (land, Of power in ev'ry 'drdadful fight . To fvvell my heart and guide my hand ! From thee my arm its figour gain^vroiiu To load'With death the hoftile plains. t v^e orb T: o fiioii mi / rf 1 The fvvord, the fhicld, the high-built tower, The fortrefs chofen by the brave, Tho' ftrong and firm, yet want a power Like thy almighty arm to fave ; When fpears prove weak, thy hand, our trull; Our flay, when rocks are turn'd to dufl. Oh, fay from off thy golden skies, TRat with full light for ever glow, How can'fl thou turn thy glorious eyes To view man's wretched race below ? H Sprung jo Sacred HYMNS. Sprung from the earth ; of vapours made, And the thin fhadows of a made. To prove thy might, great God, defcend, Reveal thy arm, thy wonders fhew ; Touch but the hills, the hills mail bend, Beneath thy feet, and flame below. , . The fearful mountains, all on fire, Burn at thy fight, or elfe retire. ' Whene'er thy fatal lightnings blaze, ;) v/o Mankind begin to dread their doom ; Thy arrows pierce, thy fhafts amaze, The world, and, like thy voice, confume, Shot by thy arm from off the sky, Scattering pale death, where'er they fly. of etiT Beneath thy guardian wings above, From the dire foe my virtue keep, And let thy arm, and let thy love Releafe me from the whelming deep. Oh, bid the treach'rous tongue be dill ; And damp the arm ftretch'd out to kill ! For Sacred HTMNS. yi For this, my voice and heart fhall join, And fbngs of fweeteft praife beftow, Their numbers, and their mufick thine, Whence life, and all life's bleflings flow ; Pleas'd in eternal hymns to (ing All natures God, and Ifrael's King j : jx Kr'i/V',r ' ~ * -"V/ ""7^""^ rn<~ t'i '**-.- From thee, the laurels that I wear Receive their faired frefheft bloom ; By thee, each rival which I fear Shall fink in duft, and meet his doom ; Do thou the warrior's rage reftrain, His fvvord is weak, his courage vain* . \\J '"frA^Y* 1'"57O lYl^'a **Sf ; l f Oh, may our fbns, each parent's pride, Like plants, befide clear waters grow ; Or daughters like the polifh'd fide Of the fair temple's columns mew ! Thofe with their arm the foe repel, In beauty thefe as much excel. Oh, multiply blefs'd Judah's (lore, That without want her tribes may feed ! That her rich flocks, untold before, 3y thoufands on her hills may breed ; H i Let ft. Sacred HTM MS. Let her thick herds the mountains fold : " ' f Her vales look fair with flieafs of gold. 5iq j| Strengthen'd by thee, his toil to bear, ' w May the flrong ox the- yoke fuftain ; No fad complaints ourZion hear, The orphan's figh, or captive's chain ; Gladnefs from every voice refound , And all her ftreets with joy abound. ; - JL Happy, blefs'd7/r^/'sfav*riterace,-> & By no infulting foe opprefs'd, Who in thy arm their fafety place, By thy indulgent mercies blefs'd,- Who live, where great Jehovah reigns ; Whofe peace the GOD of GODS maintains. * PSALM CXXXVII. WHILE near Euphrates' winding flream, Swell'd with our tears, we penfive lay, By night lad Sion was our theme, And Judab's vanquifh'd realms, by day ! . 'The Sacred HTMNS. The flow'ry banks on which we fleep, For Jordan's flood, awake our moan ; And viewing Syria's vales, we weep, Thofe vales are like, but not our own. Silent and fad, our harps unflrung, Clofe to the willows fide we bound ; Which mov'd with pity, as they hung, Breath'd from each firing a mournful found Oh, hear our dire infulting foe, To multiply our bitter pains, Command us in our utmofl woejrf ?JTO To pleafe their ear with Z ion's flrains. Infpire again, the victors cry^^d ^*fr ? Thofe folemn notes, that us'd to raife Your monarch's fame, when to the sky, Your mufick bore Jehovah's praife. Far from his loft, his wretched land, Whofe tongue mall heaven's greatRegent fing? Whofe penfive voice, whofe trembling hand, Or fwell the note, or wake the firing ? Oh, j-4. Sacred HTMNS. Oh, beauteous Salem, once renown'd, But now the haughty conqueror's prize ; If from our heart thy deareft found, Or lov'd Idea ever flies ; If tortur'd by the fcornful foe, We mix not with our mournful tales, To fill our bread with pleafing woe, Thy filver fprings, and fertile vales ; May every tongue that weeps thy fate Be, in eternal filence, bound ; Each curious hand its skill abate, So long in every art renown'd. The fighs we breathe, and tears we fhower, (To moan thy fall, when now enclin'd,) Tho' fad and frequent, want a power To drive thy image from our mind. Oh, whet thy fvvord, thy arm difplay, Great God, thy keeneft fhafts prepare Againft proud Edom's fbns, that they May feel, like us, extreme defpair \ Oh, Sacred HTMNS. Oh, call to mind the haughty found, (Thy altars, nor thy prefence own'd) Threatening to level with the ground That temple, where thou liv'fl enthron'd. Blefs'd he, who in their bofom flains His fword, to make their ruin fore j And gives each heart thofe throbbing pains That Ifrael's wretchec) race endure. Their fons no eye fhall then bemoan, (Tho* moiften'd long with grief and tears) When dafli'd againft th* unpitying ftone, Or fmoaking on our bloody fpears. PSALM XLVL o D is our ftrong defence and tower, Our fword and fliield,his might and power; While he their fury does reflrain, Man's arm is weak ; and man is vain. Whofe heart fhall any terror fear, Whofe eye be fad, when he is near ? Tho' f6 Sacred HTMNS. Tho' the fix'd earth no longer flay, But from his prefence flies away ; Altho' the raging tempeft fweep The fearful hills into the deep, Whofe high and whelming billows hide Tl 1 J I 1 ' l. i Their drowned tops beneath the tide ; Tho' the loud waves begin to fvvell, Where with huge noife the mountains fell ; Their peace the upright fhall maintain ; When fear, and horrors fliake the main. f) To Sakm's towers his hand does bring, Thro' fertile meads, the filver fpring ; Which round her walls in murmurs plays, And gladnefs to each eye conveys. ' ' ' ' % The city which his arms embrace, His facred red, and dwelling place, Tranfported hears the waters flow, --.r. ' , rjf . And views with joy the dreams below. Taught by his prefence to deride The victor's, rage, and mortal pride, No Sacred HTMltS. f7 No flrength her bulwarks lhall deface, Where he has chofe his ftrength to place. Tho' the fierce nations of out foes Her beauties fcorn ; and walls enclofe, Speak thod, and whelm'd with dire difmay> The warrior's heart lhall melt away. t i- ' The God, that damps the hero's pride In battle, rights on IfraeFs fide ; Throws o'er his head the fhadowing ihield In the dire war, and bleeding field. . ' See on each plain with flaughter red, His kindling' vengeance heaps the dead ; By whofe confitming breath decreed, The nations fall, and mighty bleed. His awful voice, from off the skies, Now bids the dreadful battle rife ; 'Till the wide world, his fury o'er, Is huih'd in peace ; and war no more. His breath, in anger when he fpeaks, Unbends the bow ; the arrow breaks ; I Docs y8 Sacred HTMNS. Does to vile dufl the vi&or turn ; And bids the warrior chariot burn. As He in wrath reveals his will, Tremble, thou earth ! ye feas be ftill. Exalt his name, by whofe command, Your billows foam, and mountains (land. The God, that damps the hero's pride In battle, fights on Ifrael's fide ; Throws o'er his head the madowing Ihield, In the dark fight ; and bleeding field. PSALM LXV. VY THERE Siotfs lofty towers afcend, And mingle with the golden skies, Our knees to God in worfhip bend, Each day our rich oblations rife. There at his mrine thofe gifts we lay, Each grateful heart had vow'd to pay. To him the fad in flghs repair, Reveal their woes> and pangs impart ; And, in the fervency of prayer, Throw wide, and open all their heart ; Before Sacred HTMNS. j 9 Before his throne their griefs repeat, Knowing bis mercies full as great. Thrice happy ! whom beneath thy care No forrows damp, or ills opprefs ; Whom refcu'd from extreme defpair, Thy pity chufes out to blefs ! Their ravifh'd hearts no terrors fear, Whom thy fair courts, and prefence chear. A thoufand figns thy arm of old, Of its ftrong might and vigour, gave ; To us thy wonders too unfold, Fierce to avenge, or fond to fave ; Who do 'ft on earth our fteps fuftain ; And guide us, when we crofs the main. Firm on their bafe, by his command, The cloud-dividing mountains rife ; Built ftrong by his puiflant hand, They foar aloft, and meet the skies ; He does the floods in prifbns keep, And ftills the roarings of the deep. I ^ His 60 Sacred HTMNS. His voice the conlcious ocean knows ; Which, rolling now in all its pride, By the lame mighty voice it role, By the fame voice again fub fides. Who, with its billows, does allay Man's rage, as wild and loud as they, 1 . Who tread the utmoft verge of earth Shall tremble at thy fearful figns ; Or where the morning takes her birth ; Or where the day each eve declines ; Each region where the fun difplays His glorious light mall fing thy praife. By thee each cloud in plenty pours Its dreams of foft defending rain ; To blefs the earth ; whole gentle lliow'rs Make green the hill, and clothe the plain ; Bid the gay Ipring its buds unfold, And load each field with waving gold. Each river, which thy bounty fills With waters, boafts from thee a power, As thro' the glebe its juice diftills, To fwell the grain, and wake the flower ; From Sacred HYMNS. 61 From whence a thoufand births arife, To cheer man's heart, and charm his eyes. On the earth's fruitful bofbm thrown, Heaven's drops infpire the mellow'd foil^ Whofe richnefs does thy bounty own, Kind to repay the reaper's toil ; Who fees with joy his harvcfts wave ; Svvell'd with thofe dews thy ev'nings gave. The clouds, obedient to thy will, Give to each vale a large encreafe ; With verdure clothe the naked hill, And make the barren defart pleafe ; Blefs'd by the influence of the fphere, Thy goodnels crowns the lufty year. Each beauteous part of nature round Thy hand with various gifts does fill ; With golden ilieafs the plains abound Beneath ; with flocks the rifmg hill. That anfwer every human need, And clothe mankiqd, as well as feed. J S\ - . x r PSALM ' 6% Sacred HTM NS. PSALM XXIX. YE mighty, who the nations fway, And ftretch your rule o'er every land ; A name more mighty yet obey The God, who gave you your command. Proftrate before his footflool lye, And, as your vi&iins are decreed, His altars with rich blood to dye, Pay him due worfhip as they bleed. 'Tis he, whofe word and fearful voice The tumult of the waves reftrains ; Who calms the madding ocean's noife, And flrongly holds the flood in chains ; He fits above the ftarry pole, His feat for ever to endure ; Who calmly hears his thunders roll, Amaz'd the earth ; himfelf fecurc. As his almighty word commands. The feas are hufh'd ; or fly away ; While on their fhoar whatever (lands Attends With dread, as well as they ! As Sacred HTMNS. As from the cloud his voice defcends, Trembling the earth ; confus'd the skies, The found the lofty cedars rends. And the ftrong hill, on which they rife. Not Libanon, thy tow'ring height, Which, like a cloud, aloft does mow Thy fear, or terrors cou'd abate When he in anger fpoke below. Rock'd from thy bafe, the herds that breed Near thy green paftures hafte away ; Thy top, whereon they joy'd to feed, Shook, and amaz'd as much as they. Tho' the rude dorm the foreft bears ; Unmov'd can hear the tempefl's noife j Thofe trees the furious whirlwind fpares Thy fierce, and ftronger breath deftroys. The wildernefs in pieces tore, f Its oaks all fhiver'd on the ground, Can bear the angry blaft no more, Confcious, that God was in the found. His Sacred Hr MRS. His wrath difclofing from the skies, The fearful hind with terror flung, To the dark covert trembling flies, And drops her faint untimely young ! His feat prepar'd above the cloud, The feas from thence he does furvey ; His mighty voice more flrong and loud, More terrible to man, than they 5 . Each after each, a race of duft, By turns earth's monarchs die, and fpring ; That name, that God in whom we trufl, Lives flill ador'd ; for ever King. Each work, in which his arm excells* Tho* every voice attempts to raife, Yet where his dreadful glory dwells, His temple, founds with loudefl praife. From him our hand receives its might, Our troops fuccefs, and fwords renown ; Who gives us triumph in the fight, Then does with peace that triumph crown. PSALM Sacred HTM N S. 6? PSALM VI. To yonder hills, that reach the sky, I lift my voice, my eyes I bend ; Where fits inthron'd the God on high, Whole mercy does my foul defend. v ?;.' !& iltcli vif/i ; forfi o* o / ei I i Who gave the heavens their wond'rous birth, With heaven his glories to endure, Who call'd from fliades the beauteous earth, Is he who does my peace fecure. With kindeft love who guides aright My erring fleps, no flumber knows ; By day dill watchful, and by night Who ne'er permits his eye to clofe. From his ftrong arm which damps below The pride and pomp of earthly kings, Does my deliv'rance ever flow, And Judatis great redemption fprings. The fcorching flames, that burn by day, Upon my brow fhall never light ; Nor the red fires my foul difmay, That kindle half the heavens by night. K Tho' 66 Sacred HTMNS. Tho' num'rous ills my head furround, The wafting plague, and venom'd dart, My God fhall every foe confound, Drive every anguifh from my heart. His voice their fury mall allay Who third to drink my guilrlefs gore ; My God, my great defence to day, My might and iliield for evermore. PSALM CXXXIX. Y thy furrouuding watchful eyes, Great God, are all my counfels read ; Both when I fit, and when I rile, Thy pow'r I own, and prefence dread. In the deep foldings of my heart, Each fecret guilt, and dark defign, I may conceal with care and art From human fearch, but not from thine. Jw ~, The Sacred HT MRS. The midnight couch on which I fleep, The lonefome paths thro' which I ftray, From thee, my ,errors cannot keep, Whofe fhades are light ; whofe darknefs day. E're yet my words have utt'rance found, Thy eye into my heart can fee ; My formlefs thoughts, e're cloth'd with found, All mark'd, and open all to thee. My curious frame thy hand has wrought, Which owns thy work, and fpeaks thy praife ; Each part too high for human thought To form, or human art to raife, Such wonders of thy love and might The heart of man mail ne'er explore ; Such wifdom, hid from human fight, We cannot learn but may adore. Where then mall I direct my flight, To what dark Ipace of nature fly ; Unmark'd by thy purfuing fight, Concealed from thy all-feeing eye ? It 68 Sacred HT MRS, If with an eagle's ftrength I foar, And to thy heavens cou'd find a way I view myfelf with light all o'er, Encompafs'd round with thee and day ! If to the horrid Ihades of hell I chufe for fafety to retire, There does thy radiant prefence dwell, Turning the dusky gloom to fire ! Or ihou'd thy wrath my foul afright, Beneath the fea's refbunding wave ; In hopes, conceal'd from human fight, To find a refuge, or a grave ! Thy hand and eye wou'd both purfue My fleps below the cloven main ; Its depths laid open to thy view, Where man, vain man, lies hid in vain ; Nor fliall my impious heart prefume, In {hades of night myfelf to hide ; Since thou can'fl cut the midnight gloom, And with one look the cloud divide. The 5 Sacred HTMNS. 69 Tho* darknefs may the globe furround, And quench the fun's extinguilh'd ray ; Yet, to thy eye, the circuit round The wide expanfion flames with day ! To thee, inclos'd in radiant light, AH nature flill appears the fame ; Or when the fun retires at night ; Or when the morn brings back his flame. PSALM CXXXVL BE Jacob's God thy wond'rous theme, The God above all gods fupreme J To man his mercies ever fure, With time his glories to endure. Select his worthy acl: to fmg, The world's great Ruler ; I/rael's King ; Thy voice at once and bofbm fire With raptures, which his deeds infpire ! Whatever great thou do'ft behold, What wondrous now, or wrought of old ; By 70 Sacred HTM N S. By his ftrong arm was brought to light ; Or by his word, or by his might ^ The golden heavens, that flame above, Were rais'd by his unbounded love ; Confetti ng, as they round us mine, The hand that fram'd 'em was divine. The earth that does the fea inclofe, TO At his almighty call, arofe ; From weft to eaft began her flight, And Iprung from darknefs into light. The glorious lamps that blaze on high, The beauteous orbs which light the sky, Each confcious whence its luftre fprung, By his great word aloft was fprung. He firft ordain'd, with filver light, A train of ftars to drefs the night ; Which chafe the gloomy lhades away, And with their brightnels rival day. His hand their guide, the chofen band Of Ifrael left the Memphian flrand ; Whom Sacred HTMNS. 71 Whom now proud Nile no more detains, On his curft more, in fervile chains. Whofe word but his cou'd cleave the tide, Or bid the op'ning waves divide > The ocean's boundlefs rage reftrain Or curb the madnefs of the main. To yield the refcu'd tribes a way The waves no more their paffage (lay ; Which o'er proud 'Pharaoh's head refbund ; " And whelm his hoft in gulphs profound. Up-lifted long, the floods no more Are to themfelves a chryftal more ; But, ruining backward, now inclofe The tyrant's power j and Jacob's foes. He, through the wafte, his people brings, The delart now refreih'd with iprings j Where-e'er their wond'rous journey lies, Green herbage Iprouts, and fountains rife. As now they move by his command, To reach fair Judafrs diftant land ; Not 7i Sacred HTMNS. Not Sebon's arm, or he who fway'd Bafan's wide realm, their progrefs ftay'd. By him, their fudden doom decreed, The princes fall ; and valiant bleed ; And earth's proud kings, man's empty truft, Lie down in death, and fleep in duft. The vanquifh'd kingdoms of his foes, On Jacob's race, his love bellows ; Whofe voice the nations now attend, A And to the Viftor's fcepter bend ; ^ f His ihield, above our armies fpread, v Secures from dangers, and from dread ; -Does to each breaft a flrength impart, And drives pale fear from every heart. To man his bounty kindly gives Wherewith he joys ; whereon he lives. Each creature elfe with food fupplies ; Thronging the earth, or fea, or skies. Oh, to the God of gods flill raife Your folemn fong ; your facred praife , Still Sacred HTMNS. 73 Still let the Lord, of lords fupreme, Be your delight ; as well as theme ! PSALM XCIII. YE earthly kings, your pride reftrain, And humbly own Jehovah's reign 4 Who, chu(es, for his bright attire, A radiant robe of fearful fire ! Oh, bend before that mighty name, Whofe arm is ftrength ! whofe garment florae ; On whom man's eye can never gaze, Without remorfe, or dire amaze! Each impious nation to afrighr, He girds himfelf with matchlefs might ; Almighty wrath, refiftlefs power, His arms, proud empires to devour ; The ftedfaft earth, on which we move, Rofe from his kind creating love ; Which, on her bafe, mall reft fecure, And, like the orbs above, endure ; L Before Sacred HTMNS. Before the birth of early time, Thy throne was built in heav'n fublime ; With clouds of glory overcaft ; By thee begun, with thee to lafL Altho' the floods, with dreadful noife, Spread wide their rage, and lift their voice, The fhoar unable to reftrain . ' The fury of the roaring main ; The God, that dwells in yonder cloud, Has yet a voice more ilrong and loud ;, Who to the furge its fury gave, And can appeafe its proudeft wave. One glance from his commanding eye Bids the wild ocean peaceful lye ; Their bounds th' obedient billows keep ; Calming the outrage of the deep. PSALM U'/ Sacred HTMNS. 77 PSALM CXLVII. WITH choirs above, and angels join'd, 4 In longs Jehovah's might to raife, What can the blefs'd adorer find More comely, than to (ing his praife ; mlW Within whofe reach all nature lies ; Who fram'd the earth ; and fpread the skies. His arm fliall Sion's walls repair, Tho' fcatter'd now her ruins lie ; Build every beauteous Ipire more fair, And every lofty tovv'r more high ; Infafety home her captives bring, To bow before blefs'd I/rael's King ! His hand the wretch's wound does bind, Does to the weak new ftrength impart j Well pleas'd to calm the troubled mind, And to revive the broken heart ; . Whofe mercy takes delight to fave, And call the dying from the grave. L The Sacred HTMNS. The beauteous fhrs, with golden light, Along the azure heavens that flame, He numbers o'er each joyful night, And gives each ftar a glorious name ; Knows their bright progrefs thro' the sky, Whence they return, and where they fly. Nothing our G o D excels in might, With his flrong arm, in flrength can vie ; Nothing can foar fo great a height, Unlefs his wifclom is as high. Who does the proud in wrath confound $ And lifts the humble from the ground. Qh wake the harp ! each golden firing, His praife repeat in folemn flrains ; Who o'er the heaven's a cloud does bring, And pours on earth his fruitful rains, To raife the fpringing herb, decreed ; To glad the flocks ; weak man to feed. The herds that graze the lofty hills, Or chufe more lov'd the nether plains His bounteous love with herbage fills, And the wild raven's young Mains ; Nurs'd Sacred HT MRS. 77 Nurs'd by his care, ihe leaves her brood ; Who, from his hand, receive their food. His fcornful eye takes no delight The horfe's beauty to behold ; Too weak and vain to pleafe his fight The fwifr, the valiant, or the bold. Beyond the great, he loves the juft ; And thofe who make his arm their trufL Oh Sion I chufe thy nobleft fbng, On him, thy fweeteft praife beftow ; Who makes thy gates with iron ftrong, And guards thy walls from every foe. Who does with grace thy fons adorn ; And vows to blefs thy race unborn. His voice mall ftill the battle's rage, Bid difcord end, and tumults ceafe ; The madnefs of the war affwage And crown thy fields with fmiling peace. Thy fbns at reft allow 'd to feed On the rich fheafs thy furrows breed. Swift 78 Sacred HTMNS. Swift to the earth's extremeft bound, His dread commands, like light'ning, fly ; Of his great pow'r proclaim the found To worlds remote, and regions nigh. Which round, his wond'rous acls repeat ; How juft his laws ! his might how great ! From the chill- d air the fleecy mow, Like wool, in downy flakes defcends ; While from his heaven to worlds below Keen frofts, his yoke, like afhes, fends ; Who can his winters rage fuftain. Nor ihrink beneath the fhudd'ring pain. But fofter feafons now arife, Warm'd by the vigorous melting fun ; Again th' unfetter'd current flies, The ftream again begins to run ; While from the weft kind Zephires blow, And give the floods once more to flow. To Slon he his will reveals, Where his own Godhead does refide j Not thus with heathen nations deals, Or any fav'rite realm befide ; In Sacred HTMNS. 79 In Ifrael all his judgments mown, To every nation elfe unknown. PSALM XC. FR o M age to age, thou, mighty Lord, Do'fl to frail man thy arm afford ; Whate'er we aft, where'er we go, A guard and refuge from the foe. Before the fpacious earth was fpread, Or mountains rais'd their lofty head, E're yet the numerous worlds on high Began their progrefs thro' the sky ; Thou then waft God j thy awful name, For ever hallow'd ; dill the fame ; Whom now we fmg \ and fhall adore, When thou art {till, but time no more , To day, at thy commanding breath, We deep in duft ; and yield to death ; Our beauty at thy word refign, Too weak to combate wrath divine ; To 8o Sacred HTMNS* To morrow, calming now thy ire, Thou do'fl: our clay with life inlpire, Giving agafn our ravifh'd eye To blefs thy works, and view the sky. As ages paft thou do'fl forvey, A thoufand years are fcarce a day ; Which feem like fhadows to thy fight ; Or dreams, when chas'd away by light. Jufl as the flream is bore away, Our life rolls on ; and we decay ; As the fair flower, our eye admires Each morn, which yet at eve expires I Oh, wither not our ages bloom ; For in thy anger we confume j Too weak to bear thy blafting breath j Thy dire rebuke, man's inftant death. 'Tis thine with terrors to controul The haughty heart ; and guilty foul ; Amaze and grief, and fear to med Around the trembling finner's head ; The Sacred tiTMNS. 81 The fecret fins which we enfold, Deep in our heart, we can behold ; Hid from the world, they open lie To thy all-feeing won'drous eye. I Our ftrength altho' we now admire, Speak thou in wrath, and we expire ; Our youth decays ; our life is o'er, And man, frail man, is now no more. ' To fourfcore years, tho' we arrive^ *Tis then our grief, we are alive ; Yet cannot long life's toil endure, So weak our ftrength ! the grave fo lure. Robb'd of each blifs* we then fuftain Each fcene of fadnefs and of pain ; Which does our wretched age confame. Nor loft, till loft within a tomb, Whofe voice in limits fhall confine Almighty power, or rage divine ? The anger of the Godhead bound, Which does the weak, and ftrong confound ? M When Sacred HTMNS. When thy difpleafiwe gives us pain, Tis greater, than our fears can feign : Pouring on his aftonifh'd head Thofe ills, man's heart cou'd never dread. Oh, teach us from the years w* have paft, With care to manage well our laft ; And, as our ebbing life decays, Oh, guide our fteps in virtue's ways. In pity to our woes return ; Nor longer joy to view us mourn ; But from thy heavenly throne impart Thofe fmiles, which heal the faddeft heart ! Infpire us with thofe looks of love, Which cheer and charm the blefs'd above ; Thy beams of mercy wide difplay, And drive each forrow far away. Then mail our fons, thy chofen race, Without a dread, behold thy face ; When on thy brow no frown appears, To damp our joys, or wake our fears ! The Sacred HTMNS. 83 The heaven and earth we then mall gaze, Each thy great work, without amaze ; Adoring with each grateful thought The hand, which each fair fabrick wrought. Oh, flilJ in fmiles, thy felf impart To the pleas'd eye, and ravifh'd heart ; With looks of kindeft mercy fhine ; Ours all the toil ; the bleffing thine. PSALM CXLVIII. . E wing'd battalions of the sky, For ever cloth'd with faired light, Who watch your great Creator's eye, And, as he guides, dired your flight ; Ye firft his glories to admire. Be firft to fill the vocal choir. ' . His might, ye faints and leraphs, fing, From morn to eve the ftrain prolong ; Touch the glad harp, awake the firing, Pleas'd to record the facred fong ! M % Infpir'd 8* Sacred HTMNS. Infpir'd by his celeftial beam, Let him, that gave it, be your theme. Ye golden worlds of light above, That fcatter round the earth your flame, Whene'er ye mine, where-e'er ye move , Oh, find a voice to tell his fame ! His praife exalt ; and hand admire Which gave each radiant lamp its fire. .'. . . '.. j ; . iOl On * Thou fun, whofe orb with glory flreams, Parent and fource of heavenly light ; Thou moon, whofe borrpw'4 beauteous beamSj Adorn the fable brow of night ; Bear, as ye fly, his fame along ; And with his wonders (well the fbng. Ye train pf ftars, whofe glitt'ring fire r - Divides the fhade ; the darknefs cheers ; t - y Do you aflift the upper choir, And pour foft flrains from all your fpheres j Grateful to him, who fits above And guides that heaven wherein ye move. ; Ye Sacred HTMNS. 85- Ye chryftal fountains of the skies, Rernov'd fo'far from human fight, As your clear dreams defcend or rife, Oh, bear in mind his matchlefs might,; By whofe command ye upwards flow, Or falling cheer the vales below. X - * ' p Each orb his 1 fcand, or counfel, guides Thro' the blue fpaces of the air ; Which fwiftly moves, or gently Hides With clouds obfcur'd, or beauties fair ^ Thro' the fame track, for ever flies, Mark'd out, by his directing eyes -, .'!, J & J . Stedfaft and firm each axle turns, Brings on the night, renews the 'day ; With one great ame each planet burns, And pours around one conftant ray ! r J ? A Nor time, till nature now expires, Shall damp their heat ; or quench their fires ! Ye floods ! and thou refbunding deep, Whofe billows lave each briny fhore ; Both when ye rage, and w'hen ye fleep, With all your waves his fame adore ! Which 8 Who, in the vales of death, mall find Potent, thy arm ; thy mercy kind > Wil't Sacred HTMNS. 91 ^ ' WiFt thou thy faith fmcerely keep, With mould'ring earth ? our atoms raife From the cold taanfions where they fleep, Infpir'd with breath, to fuig thy praiie ? Shall our dead duff- adore thy sky, Or mercy find us, when we die ? ,- .n \iytis& t will r iotia: In vain, in death's eternal night, Are thy tranfcendent wonders mown ; In vain, thy love is brought to light In the dark ihades, where none are known ; When with their houfe of clay o'er-fpread 5 Forgetting, and forgot the dead ? When to thy heaven each morn I bend, Before the fun brings back the day, Why do my vows thy ears offend, Why are my forfows flung away > Regardlefs of that bitter fmart, Thy anger fixes in my heart. Feeble and faint behold I lie In fadnefs draw my wretched breath ; Panting like thofe, who, when they die, Hear with defpair the voice of death ,' N * Parfu'd ?i Sacred HTMNS. Purfa'd by thy avenging rage, From guilrlefs youth, to (looping age ! Thy wrath and dire difpleafare drowns My melting foul in deep delpair ; The dread of thee, thy killing frowns, Too fierce for man, weak man, to bear j Thy terrors, like a fearful tide, Clofing me round on every fide. As thou do'il all my beauty fpoil, My friends, and lovers, fly away ; thofe, that courted once my fmile, With fcorn, their wretched king furvey f Weeping, they turn their ear afide ; And, as I figh, my fighs deride. PSALM LXXIX, WHERE thou hafl chofen to refide, Great God, fair Salem's beauteous towers ; The heathen, with a conqueror's pride, And with a foe's revenge devours ! Thy temple round with (laughter red ; we adore, as well as dread. The Sacred HTM N S, 93 The city once thy dwelling place, With duft and ruins cover'd o'er, Their rage overturns ; their fvvords deface, Made wet with wretched Judatis gore ; No friends their dying friends to mourn ; No eye to weep around their urn. The victor's fury to allay, The bodies of our heroes (lain Become the wolves untimely prey, The vulture's food, on every plain. Whofe blood, like waves, our wall furrounds, That itfues from their dreaming wounds. Fair Z'ton^ once, thy dear delight, Does Syria s loud derifion grow ; Qnce great in arms, and fam'd in figHr, The fcorn of each prevailing foe : We fmk beneath thy jealous ire, And near thy blafling breath expire. Oh, turn thy Ihafcs ! and let the foe, Deriding now thy mighty power. Thy anger feel ; thy fury know The vengeance of one fearful hour ; Who, Sacred HTM NS. Who, whelm'd in death, acrofs each plain, Shall dread thy name, they now difdain ! The vale where filver Jordan ftray'd, With his propitious ftrearn embraced ; Is, by proud Edam's triumph, made A fcene of death ! a frightful wade ; No fheafs our trodden furrows yield, No harvefts wave along the field. Oh, drive, and banifh, from thy thought, That guilr, which does our realms deftroy ; Before thy eyes be never brought Thofe fins, that rob us of each joy ; Our mournful land with (laughter fill, And more, than Edom's fury, kill. . . ^ .,, . . Oh, with a parent's pitying care, Sad Judatis wretched kingdoms lave ; And thofe thy juftice cannot fpare Let thy fuperior mercy fave ; Thy arm, that does our foe fubdue, Mufl be both ftrong and fteady too ! AfTert Sacred HTMNS. ^ Afl"ert thy glorious flrength around Thy heaven, thy might, and Godhead's fame ; That impious worlds, with dread profound, May own, and tremble at thy name ; Nor ask, in what thy arm excells, Who is our God, or where he dwelis ? Rife then, in all thy fury rife, Be our avenging God, once more ; Proflrate before our ravifh'd eyes, The nations glutted with our gore ; Our fpeaking wounds invoke thy sky, With a fad voice for vengeance cry ! .9W Oh, let each figh the captives fend, From the dark prifon where they moan In fadnefs, to thy heaven afcend, And calm thy wrath ; and move thy throne ; And let thy power, and pity fave The prisoners, deflin'd to the grave , On impious nations, that deride Thy arm, a feven-fold vengeance fhower ; And crufti the haughty fcorner's pride, And quell the loud blafphemer's power. That Sacred HTMNS. That we thy might in fongs may raife, As pleas'd to blefs, as we to praife ^ PSALM CXLVI. tTTniLE his kind love thy life fuflains, * * And breath infpires thy fleeting frame, Thy God, my foul, in rapturous ftrains Adore ; his praife thy heart inflame. In earthly kings no more we truft, Themfelves from dread who cannot free , Forms only of more noble duft, To death devote, as well as we. Tho' now ambitious thoughts may fire Their breads, pufPd up with regal fway ; Yet let the mighty once expire, They mix their duft with common clay. When the cold folemn grave mall hide Earth's wretched kings beneath its gloom ; Their counfels and their thoughts abide No more forgot within the tomb. He Sacred HTMNS. 97 fete only is in fafety blefl, Whole heart to Israel's God can fay* Thou art my hope- on thee I reft, Thy arm, my ftrong fupport and flay j The heavens with every luftre bright, The earth, and fea that round it flows, Fromfhades ofdarknefs into light^ By his eternal word arofe ! The promife, which he once has paft, Like his own Godhead mail endure ! The ftedfaft world is not fo faft ; Nor his own feat abovej more fure ; By his ftrong arm, and faving might* The weak are from oppreflion freed ; Whofe tender mercy takes delight The hungry from his (lores to feed. To each fad wretch beneath the sky His bounty does a blifs impart, Pours fight into the darkened eye, And joy into the prisoner's heart. O His 9 8 Sacred HTMNS, His hand fupports with kindeft care The weak and aged, when they fall ; Forbids the righteous to defpair Who on his name in ladnefs call. The banifh'd from their native land, In every clime, their God may find ; And, guided by his laving hand, In every region own him kind. His fmile the wretched mourner chears, Whofe fighs afcend above his throne ; Well pleas'd to dry the widow's tears, And calm the helplefs orphan's moan. Not thus the heathen realms mail prove His power, blefs'd Judah's refuge ftill Not find his arm ftretch'd out in love To fave, but in revenge, to kill. When earthly kings are turn'd to duft, jiThy God, O Ston^ fhall remain Thy fure defence, and facred truft, For ever thron'd ; and ftill to reign ! PSALM Sacred HTMNS. 99 PSALM LXXX. THEIR vows, O Jacob's fhepherd, hear, Who own thy name with facred fear ; From the bright wings thyfelf unfold The cherubs wear of fpreading gold ; Let all from thence thy glories fee ! Oh rife, and let thy chofen free ! Shew the glad tribes, throughout the land, The deeds, accomplifh'd by thy hand ; How fear'd thy pow'r ; how fam'd thy might ; Thy fword, how terrible in fight ! Stir up thy flrength, that every foe Our God may own his terrors know. Tho' captives now, in chains we mourn, Speak thou, and haften our return ; With looks of kindefl pity fhine, And chear each foul, with rays divine, Thy fmiles mall thus our grief deflroy, And ev'ry heart mall flame with joy. Thou God ! that do'ft the battle fway, When wil't thou turn thy wrath away ! O i How ioo Sacred HTMNS. How long the wretches fighs difbwn, In vain afcending to thy throne ; Whole woe a bitter cup (applies, FilPd from the fountain of their eyes ! Our arm too weak to quell their pride, The nations round our fword deride ; Scoff at the foe they firft fubdue ; At once their fcorn, and conquefl too ; Oh, guard us with thy power divine ! What flrength, whoie arm can fave but thine The vine, too feeble now to ftand, Was firft tranfplanted by thy hand ; From &gyft brought, her lofty head Had room to grow ; and ftrength to fpread \ The heathen banifh'd, to allow More freedom to each loaded bough. By her the vales were cooler made ; From her the mountains took their ihade $ The cedars, mingling with the sky, Nor look'd fo fair ; nor grew fo high ; Whole branches filPd each fertile plain, From Trisy to the Tyr// Biain. Why Sacred HT MRS. 101 Why does thy wrath the fence deface, That did her beauties guard and grace ; Let each rude foe by force invade Her clutters, and her cooling fhade ! By each invader's hand o'er-power'd ; Her top cut down, her root devoured. Oh, view from heaven the bleeding tree, Water'd fb long, and nurs'd by thee ; Behold the place, great God, once more, (Tho' now with ruins cover'd o'er,) Where, nouriih'd by thy tender care, It mot fo high j and fpread fo fair. Oh, fill our Ions with all thy might ; Give 'em thy arm, and ftrength in fight ; So we, thy refcu'd tribes, (hall fing The triumphs of our matchlefs King. The God, that haft our legions led ; In battle, whom the mighty dread. " The following Pfalm, being efteem'd by " Mr. 'Dennis, and the beft criticks and judges, " the moft noble, the moft exalted and lofty in P the whole book ; (the wide creation, ever* " the IPX Sacred HTMNS. u the infenfible and inanimate parts of it, being * s call'd upon to celebrate the praifes of the iii- " preme being) we have had feveral beautiful No more condemn the fpear, which dy'cl Its point beneath his wounded fide ; 'Tvvas not the piercing nails, but thee Which fix'd him to the bleeding tree. As now in fadnefs, all alone, He drives to view his Father's throne, His griefs augment amaz'd to find His Parent, and his God unkind \ A cloud An O D E. A cloud, array'd with fearful light, Forbids him to approach his fight ; His heaven all hid with meteors dire ; Lightning his arm , his vifage fire. Amidft the worlds his voice had rais'd, Which once his Godhead own'd and praisM No heart a grateful figh fupplies, To calm his forrow, as he dies. A garden now the mourner chole, Beneath whofe made to meet his woes ; Remov'd far off from human fight, The hour - the dreadful dead of night, Here to his fad prefaging eyes, Dark fcenes of future fate arife ! While to his boding mind appear The fcourge, the crown ; the reed, the fpear. With wrath his Father's brow all red, With night the darkened heavens o'erfpread, Blue lightnings fcorching as they fly, And thunders rending half the sky ! Even Even now his bread begins to feel The wounds infli&ed by the fteel ; In his fad thought already worn, The mocking robe, and cruel thorn. Each way he turns his eye, to find Relief, he meets no object kind ; Nor heaven above, nor earth below, Vile man his judge ; and God his foe ; Oh, bid thofe guardian trains defcend, Which did thy royal birth attend ; And fhew'd each wond'ring fage the way To find thy Godhead, wrapp'd in clay ! Some cordial, lure, their hand will bring ; To calm his woes ; and raife their King ; His bofom flruggling now beneath The wrath of God ; and dread of death. Oh, throw your friendly wings between, Let not his Father's brow be feen ! But {hut, from his aftonifli'd eye, The terrors ifiuing from the sky. Drive An ODE. 113 Drive far th' infernal hoft away, That flrive the Saviour to difmay ; In ev'ry dreadful form appear To lhake his heart, with ev'ry fear. Even he, who form'd each orb on high, Kindled each flar above the sky, Beneath the night's fad Iblemn fhade Thofe light'nfngs fears, himfelf had made. But oh, to footh the fufFerer's pain, Each art, your pity tries, is vain, Man's guilt he bore ; and now muft bend Beneath thofe fears, which guilt attend. That cup, his eyes with horror view, He now muft tafte, and empty too ; Whofe draught, prepared by wrath divine, Too loon, great victim, mud be thine. But the dire fate his mercy chofe, Wherewith to end all human woes, To his fad mind now nearer brought, He drives to banifh from his thought. C Vet, The Agony of the MESSIAH. Yer, oh ! that ileep his bofom fl^es, Which clos'd, too foon, his followers eyes, Whofe boafted love had not a power To watch, the Jaft fad parting hour. Beneath the balmy chains of reft, Each forrow dies within their bread ; Each flumb'ring, while their Lord Mains Such mighty woes ; and matchlefs pains. But, fore, that God, whole fmiling brow Chcars the wide world, will aid him now ; Nor he, who Turners hears, defpife His forrow, who for fmners dies ; In mercy now, he mud fuftain The part'ner of his fame and reign ; Who fill'd fo late his royal throne, Their arm alike ; their Godhead one. But fate forbids which has decreed That heart muft burft ; thofe veins muft blee4 j Thofc hands and feet be purpled o'er, With facred ftreams of hallo w'd gore. . Ye An ODE. Ye angels, all your fuccour bring ! Ye great arch-angels, guard your King ! Hear him, in fighs, heaven's pity crave, Oh hafte, and fhatch him from a grave ; Can ye be blefs'd, within your bow'rs, While fuch deep groans his bofbm pours When floods of tears his cheeks bedew, And kindly flied, perhaps, for you ? To you, by heaven's decree, belong The weak to lift, and damp the flrong, To raife the low and humbled knee, And fet the pious captive free ; Oh, kindly cair your wings dbove The King of peace ; and Lord of love. Relieve his bofom's inmoft fmart, And drive each fbrrow from his heart, For fee! whate'er the fates of old, Or of his life, or doom, foretold ; Each woe, and all his bitter pains, In one fad hour his foul fuftains. Death n6 The Agony of the MESSIAH, Death now, in all its pomp, appears, Whofe fling he feels, while yet he fears ; Sees wav'd on high his brandiih'd dart, The dread whereof exceeds the fmart. Now hell's dark caves are feen below, Which his fad foul anon muft know ; Amaz'd, he views and fears to tread The paths that lead him to the dead, Each horror, now, his eye invades ! Dire fpe&res, and unbodied ihades ; The tort'ring lain ; the -fiery chains Each guilty wretch, beneath, fuftains. While in fad numbers, or alone, Defpairing ghofts in anguilh groan ; For death with bitter accents cry, Deny'd the wretched power to die. Aftonifh'd at the dreadful fight. Hell's manfions, and the realms of night, His eye to heaven once more he turns, While thus he faes , and thus he mourns. Parent An O D E, 117 Parent of good, who do'ft beftovv, Thy gifts on all who dwell below, Am I, abandon'd to defpair, The only wretch, that wants thy care > Does thy indulgent bounty give, The meaneft worm, to breathe and live, To one alone, ' wilt thou deny Thy (miles, and muft that one be I ? So deep my plaints, my fighs fo loud, Muft, fare, arrive, and reach that cloud, Where, to thy throne, the mourner bends, And where the wretch's woe afcends ! Oh, yet afTume thofe looks of lo.ve, Which chear and charm the blels'd above ; Throw wide thy arms ; thy fmiles reveal, And view my griefs, tho' not to heal ! - Who elfe a cordial mall infufe Into my foul, if thou refufe ? To whom fhould my fad ilghs afpire, But to my Friend, my God, my Sire ? Where n8 The Agony of //^MESSIAH, Where elfe mall I direct my moan ; Where bend, but to a Father's throne ; Send up my foul, and weeping eyes, But to thy fear, and facred skies ? The broken hearr, and bending knee, Ne'er fu'd before in vain to thee ; Attending others, let not mine Bow Jefs regarded at thy flirine ! Oh, mould thy wrath my pains prolong,' The bitter cup might prove too flrong \ And with a Father's anger fraught, My foul refufe the fearful draught. Calm then thy rage ; and ceafe to try What heights my virtue yet may fly ! Since, left unguarded by thy fhield, The God may bear, the man may yield. Perhaps, my frailty may refrain, To bear a greater weight of pain ; And I repent I left the sky, For man's offence too weak to die. See An. ODE. 119 See the wide world, the nations all, Who me, their God and Saviour, call, Throw each their guilt upon my head, The living now, and now the dead! I bleed, to calm thy heavenly rage, For fins, of every clime, and age ! For thofe who blefs my love, or fcorn ; For ages pad, and man unborn, Ev'n thofe, who now my fate decree, Prepare the fcourge, and raife the tree, If e'er they merit life, muft live, HeaFd by thofe wounds, they joy to give ! Thofe myftick drops their fury drains, From my fad heart, and flowing veins, Have all a voice and mud implore Mercy for thofe who fhed my gore ! Yet grant, each woe my foul could bear, Thou could'fi: inflid:, or I can fear, From thee my fufFrings to fuftain, Gives my fwell'd heart a deeper pain. With ixo The jjgony of the MESSIAH. With more remorfe, my fate I read, Doom'd by a Father's voice to bleed ; Which makes the cup, thy wrath does fill, More dreadful, and more bitter (till. What then, my heart, haft thou to fear, Or from the crofs, or bloody fpear ; Thou hafl a Father's anger bore, And heaven and earth can add no more. Tho' high they raife the curfed tree, Prepare the thorn, the fcourge decree, Mix in my draught the naufeous gall, In his dire frown I meet them all. Who then wou'd to my foul impart , A pain, beyond its prefent frnart, All hell's defpair muft add to mine, And lend a weight to wrath divine. Oh, why did'ft thou fo foon approve The firft kind offers of my love, When trembling for the (inner, I Tho' suiltlefs, chofe myfelf to die. Could O D E, Could none befide thy juftice charm, Thy fmiles engage, and wrath difarm ; Could earth no other vidim bring, To calm her God, but me her King > No flocks did Ifrael's mountains breed, No herds along her vallies feed ? Cou'd they no facrifice fupply ; Or liv'd there none to bleed, but I > Am I to heaven more dear, than all Each verdant field, and fatt'ning flail Send to its temples, which expire, To feed the rich, and hallow'd fire ? Oh, can'fl thou hear my fighs, while I, My God, my God, defpairing cry > Nor, in that hour of anguifh find, Thy wrath appeas'd, and Godhead kind? Haft thou another Son to love, Have I a parent elfe above ; To whom in tears I may difclole, The weight and number of my woes ? Oh, The jlgony of the ME s s i A H. Oh, let the Father's love appear, Removing what I feel or fear ; Death's dire approach, the foes defign ; And, by thy fmiles, oh, prove me thine. To view thee pleas'd, that hour I bleed, Will every other pang exceed ! Thy fmiles, as ndw I die, confound My heart, above each other wound. It is thy frown, great God, I fear, Above the crofs, and Roman fpear ; While that I dread, the foe, in vain, Wou'd fill my foul with greater pain ! But down ye fighs ! no more ye eyes Send your fad wailings to the skies ! For the world's guilt I vow'd this gore, And time mud finifh what I fwore. 'Tisnot, alas, for man or me, To break or alter heaven's decree j His heavy debt, on me, is lay'd, And fate one hour will fee it pay'd. That An O D E. That dreadful hour is come at laft ; But, oh, my Soul, it is not pad ; Tho' now begun, what woes attend My boding heart, before its end > But read yon dire decree on high ; Mankind is loft, or thou muft die : And let no doubt thy breaft come near, Which bids thee either faint or fear. Be calm and ftedfaft then, my heart, I chufe to acl: the bitter part ! Bending, to break the tyrant's power ; Dying, that death may be no more ; That lhaft, which bears me to the dead, Shall bruife the haughty vidor's head ; Mankind, from every terror freed, While death lies bleeding, as I bleed. Frail life I then no more defire ; Let man be blefs'd ! tho' I expire ! My foul, with joy, I now refign ! Take me - this moment I am thine. If 1X4- The j4gony of the MESSIAH. 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