244 LYRIC And thrdie my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and die. 16 " Rise, says the Prince of mercy, rise, With jdy and pity in his eyes. Rise, and behold my wounded veins, Here flows the blood to wash thystain s. it See my great Father reconcil'd:" He said, and Jo, the Father smil'd; The joyful cherubs clapp'd their wings, And sounded grace on oll their strings. Young Men andMaidens, Old Mean and Babes,praise ye the Lord, Ps. exlviii. 12. 1 SÓNS of Adam, bold and young, In the wild mazes of whose veins A flood of fiery vigour reigns, And wields your active limbs, with hardy sinews strung ; Fall prostrate at th' eternal throne Whence your precarious pow'rs de- pend ; [own, Nor swell as if your lives were allyour But choose your Maker for your friend His favour is your life, his arm is your support, His hand' can stretch your days, or cufTyour minutes short. 2 Virgins, who roll your artful eyes, And shoot delicious danger thence Swift the lovely lightning flies, And melts-our reason down to sense; Boast not of those withering charms That most yield theft youthful grace To age and wrinkles,earth and worms; But love the Author of your smiling face That heav'nly Bridegroom claims your blooming hours ; O make' it your perpetual care To please that everlasting Fair; His beauties are the sun, and but the .shade is yours, whose different destinies Are wove with threadsofdfff'rent size; But from the same spring-tide of tears, Commence your hopes, and joys, and fears, [lowing years: (A tedious train- !) and date your fol- Break your first silence in his praise Whowreught your wondrous frame: With,abonds of tenderest accent raise Young honours to his name ; And consecrate your early days To know the pow'r supreme. 4 Ye heads of venerable age Just, marching off the mortal stage, Fathers, whose vital threads are spun As long as e'er the glass of life would run, Adore the hand that led your way Theo' flow'ry fields a fair long sum- mer's day; Gasp out your soul in praises to the sov'reign pow'r That set your west no distant from your dawning hour. POEMS. Flying Fowl, and creepingThings,praise ye the Lord. Ps. exlviii. 10. i SWEET flocks, whose soft enamell'd wing Swift and gently cleaves the sky: Whose charming notes address the With an artless harmony. [spring Lovelyminstrels of the field, Who in leafy shadows sit, And your wondrous structures build, Awake your tuneful' voices with the dawning light; [pay, To nature's God your first devotions Ere you Salute therising day, 'Tis he calls op the sun, and gives him every ray. 2 'Serpents, who o'er the meadowsslide, And wear upon your shiningback Num'rous ranksof gaudypride, Which thousand mfnnghng colours make : Let the fierce glances of your eyes Rebate their baleful fire: In harmless play, twist and unfold The volumesof your s caly gold [attire That rich embroid'ry of your gay Proclaims your Maker kind and wise. 3 Insects and mites, of mean degree, That swarm in myriads o'er the land, Mostlded by wisdom's artful hand, And curl'd and painted with a various In your innumerable forms [die ; Praise him that wears th'etherealcrown, And bends his lofty counsels down To despicable worms. The Comparison and Complaint. i INFINITE pow'r, eternal Lord, How sov'reign is thy land! All nature rose t' obey thy word, And moves at thy command. 2 With steady course thy shining sun Keeps his anointed ways And all the hours obedient run The circle of the day. 3 But ah! how wide my spirit flies, And wanders from her God ! My soul forgets the heáv'nly prize, And treads the downward road. 4 The raging fire, and stormy sea, . - .Perform thine awful will; And ev'ry beast and er'ery tree, Thy great designs fulfil: 5 While my wild passions rage within, Nor thy commands obey And flesh and sense, inslav'd to sin, Draw my best thoughts away. 6 Shall creatures of a meanerframe Pay all their dues to thee Creatures, that never knew thy name, That never lov'd like ine ? 7, GreatGod, create my soul anew, Conform my heárt'to thine,
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