"Tis for their rapine, lufts, and thirst of blood,-
And all their unprotecting gods of wood,
The Lord is prefent on his facred hill,

Ceafe thy weak doubts, and let the world be ftill.
Here terror leaves me; with exalted head,
I breathe fine air, and find the vifion fled;
The Seer withdrawn, infpir'd, and urg'd to write,
By the warm influence of the facred fight.
His writing finifh'd, Prophet-like array'd,
He brings the burden on the region laid;
His hands a tablet and a volume bear,

The tablet threatenings, and the volume prayer ;
Both for the temple, where, to fhun decay,
Enroll'd the works of infpiration lay.

And awful, oft he stops, or marches flow,
While the dull'd nation hears him preach their woe.
Arriv'd at length, with grave concern for all,

He fix'd his table on the facred wall.

"Twas large infcrib'd, that those who run might read : "Habakkuk's burden, by the Lord decreed; For Judah's fins her empire is no more, The fierce Chaldeans bathe her realm in gore." Next to the priest his volume he refign'd, 'Twas prayer, with praifes mix'd, to raise the mind; 'Twas facts recounted, which their fathers knew,. 'Twas power in wonders manifeft to view ;. *Twas comfort, rais'd on love already past, And hope, that former love returns at last.

The priests within the prophecy convey'd, The fingers tunes to join his anthem made.

Hear

Hear, and attend the words: and, holy Thou
That help'd the Prophet, help the Poet now.

O, Lord, who rul'ft the world, with mortal ear
I've heard thy judgments, and I shake for fear.
O, Lord, by, whom their number'd years we find,
Ev'n in the midft receive the drooping mind;
Ev'n in the midst thou canst-then make it known,
Thy love, thy will, thy power, to save thine own.
Remember mercy, though thine anger burn,
And foon to Salem bid thy flock return.

O, Lord, who gav'ft it with an outstretch'd hand,
We well remember how thou gav’st the land.

God came from Teman, fouthward fprung the flame;
From Paron-mount the one that.'s Holy came;.
A glittering glory made the defert blaze,

High heaven was cover'd, earth was filled with praife.
Dazzling, the brightness, not the fun fo bright,
"Twas here the pure fubftantial Fount of Light;,
Shot from his hand and fide in golden ftreams,,
Came forward effluent horny-pointed beams :.
Thus fhone his coming, as fublimely fair
As bounded nature has been fram'd to bear;
But all his further marks of grandeur hid,
Nor what he could was known, but what he did..
Dire plagues before him ran at his command,

To waste the nations in the promis'd land.
A fcorching flame went forth where'er he trod,
And burning fevers were the coals of God.
Fix'd on the mount he ftood, his meafuring reed
Mark's the rich realms for Jacob's feed decreed :.

He

He looks with anger, and the nations fly
From the fierce fparklings of his dreadful eye;
He turns, the mountain thakes its awful brow;
Awful he turns, and hills eternal bow.
How glory there, how terror here, displays
His great unknown, yet everlasting ways!
I fee the fable tents along the strand
Where Cushan wander'd, defolately stand;
And Midian's high pavilions shake with dread,
While the tam'd feas thy rescued nation tread.
What burst the path? what made the Lord engage?
Could waters anger, feas incite thy rage,
That thus thine horfes force the foaming tide,
And all the chariots of falvation ride?

Thy bow was bare for what thy mercy fwore;
Thofe oaths, that promife, Ifrael had before.

The rock that felt thee cleav'd, the rivers flow,
The wondering defert lends them beds below.
Thy might the mountain's heaving fhocks confefs'd,
High fhatter'd Horeb trembled o'er the reft.
Great Jordan pafs'd its nether waters by,
Its upper waters rais'd the voice on high:
Safe in the deep we went, the liquid wall
Curling arofe, and had no leave to fall.
The fun effulgent, and the moon ferene,
Stopt by thy will, their heavenly courfe refrain:
The voice was man's, yet both the voice obey,
Till wars completed close the lengthen'd day.
Thy glittering fpears, thy rattling darts prevail,
Thy fpears of lightning, and thy darts of hail,

'Twas

***Twas thou that march'd against their heathen band,
Rage in thy vifage, and thy flail in hand;
"Twas thou that went before to wound their head,
The captain follow'd where the Saviour led:
Torn from their earth, they feel the defperate wound,
And power unfounded fails for want of ground.
With village-war thy tribes, where'er they go,
Diftrefs the remnant of the scatter'd foe;

Yet mad they rush'd, as whirling wind defcends,
And deem'd for friendlefs those the Lord befriends.
Thy trampling horfe from fea to fea fubdue,
The bounding ocean left no more to do.

O, when I heard what thou vouchsaf'ft to win,
With works of wonder must be loft for fin ;

I quak'd through fear, the voice-forfook my tongue,
Or, at my lips, with quivering accent hung;
Dry leannefs entering to my marrow came,
And every loofening nerve unftrung my frame.
How shall I reft, in what protecting shade,
When the day comes, and hoftile troops invade ?
Though neither bloffoms on the fig appear,
Nor vines with clusters deck the purpling year;
Though all our labours olive-trees belie,
Though fields the fubftance of the bread deny;
Though flocks are fever'd from the filent fold,
And the rais'd ftalls no lowing cattle hold;
Yet fhall my foul be glad, in God rejoice,
Yet to my Saviour will I lift my voice;
Yet to my Saviour still my temper fings,
What David fet to inftruments of strings e

The Lord's my ftrength, like hinds he makes my feet,
Yon mount 's my refuge, I as fafely fleet;

Or (if the fong 's apply'd) he makes me still
Expect returning to Moriah's hill.

In all this hymn what daring grandeur fhines,
What darting glory rays, among the lines:

What mountains, earthquakes, clouds, and smokes are feen,

What ambient fires conceal the Lord within;

What working wonders give the promis'd place,
And load the conduct of a stubborn race!

In all the work a lively fancy flows,
O'er all the work fincere affection glows:

While truth's firm rein the course of fancy guides,
And o'er affection zeal divine prefides.

Borne on the prophet's wings, methinks I fly
Amongst eternal Attributes on high:
And here I touch at Love fupremely fair,
And now at Power, anon at Mercy there;

So, like a warbling bird, my tunes I raise,
On those green boughs the Tree of Life difplays;
Whofe twelve fair fruits, each month by turns receives,
And, for the nations' healing, ope their leaves.
Then be the nations heal'd, for this I fing,
Defcending foftly from the prophet's wing.
Thou, world, attend the cafe of Ifrael; fee
Twill thus at large refer to God and thee.
If Love be fhewn thee, turn thine eyes above,
And pay the duties relative to Love ;
If Power be shewn, and wonderfully fo,
Wonder-and thank, adore, and bow below,