HAW AWKSTONE! thy Beauties please the Eye, Thy Scenes proclaim Heav'n's Pow'r most nigh, From his bleft Influence fure They are, Delightful Forms! when we can fee Which Ufe, if we do not neglect, To Our Eternal Reft. What bleft Inftruction here have we From Us You may much Wisdom learn, To HIM who doth, by various Things, And to our Hearts Inftruation brings, Doth Doth teach Us, by his Works fublime, Leffons of greatest Use, And which, if we improve, in Time Will lafting Good produce. At least, they will have this Effe&, Which was, that we might clearly fee Who makes the Plant and Flow'r. From Whom Alone we live and move, Whofe Providence is over All, And doth our Wants fupply; Moft nigh He is to all on Earth, For all, from HIM, receiv'd their Birth, The Heav'n's declare His bleft Abode, The Earth His Works doth show; Above He is the Angel's GOD, As well as Man's below. In both He mo confpicuous fhines, He is our great Creator, kind, As Heav'nly Light doth fhow. He is the only GOD of Love, In fhort, He is the All in All To Those who love His Ways; In Heav'n fhall join the Angel's Song And praife, with Them, in Heart and Tongue Seek Ye first the Kingdom of GOD and it's Righteousness, and all Things shall be added unto You. Matt. VI. 33. The Earth is the LORD's, and the Fulnefs thereof; the World, and they that dwell therein. Who fhall afcend into the Hill of the LORD? and who fhall ftand in his holy Place? He that hath clean Hands, and a pure Heart; who hath not lift up his Soul unto Vanity, nor fworn deceitfully. He fhall receive the Bleffing from the LORD, and Righteousness from the GOD of his Salvation. Pfa. XXIV. 1. 3. 4. 5. MORAL REFLECTIONS &c. CONTINUED. All thy Works praife Thee, O LORD. In Wif dom haft thou made them all. Pla. CIV. 24. How admirable are thy Works, O LORD! How excellent the Operations of thy Hands! Eastern Songs. Range where You pleafe, In Water, Earth and Air, WH PART II. HERE'ER I turn my wond'ring Eyes, Extenfive Profpects Here we fee, Hills, Rocks, and Vales thefe Scenes adora, And in a bright, unclouded Morn, Twelve Counties hence We view, |