BAXTER'S POEMS, And if this earth, so low and small, Do thus thy [wond'rous] power shew; What should we say if we saw all, Which the bless'd [glorious] angels know? When tow'rds the heav'ns we turn our eyes, And on the [lucid] regions look, We see the shining stars and,skies, The [golden] letters of thy book. How clear a preacher is the sun In which God's [glorious] pow'r doth shine, The speedy race the ·gJobes do run Few would believe [were it] not seen. All eyes at once behold its light Which lfrom Heav'n] beyond earth extend, It's strange if e'en an angel's sight This [glorious] glPbe can comprehend. Who knows how many orbs there are, Beyond [those stars] which mortals see? A system to each fixed star ? [0 tlten] how great a God have we. How greatly should this God be fear'd? How joyfully [should lte] be prais'd? And how obediently be heard? And hearts [in love] to him be rais'd. Who'd set against him sinful dust ? Or let [one base] temptation in? To please a carnal will and ltist ? How bad [how mad] is wilful sin·? 191
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