The fhines of heaven rush sweetly in At all the gaping flaws :· Vifions of endless blifs are feen; O may these walls ftand tottering ftill, If I muft here in darkness dwell, Or rather let this flesh decay, Till glad to see th' enlarged way, THE UNIVERSAL HALLELUJAH. Pfalm cxlviii. Paraphras'd. RAISE ye the Lord with joyful tongue, PRAIS Ye powers that guard his throne; Jefus the Man fhall lead the fong, The God infpire the tune. Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir Shine to his praife, ye crystal skies, Or veil your little twinkling eyes Thou Thou reftless globe of golden light, Blush and refund the honours paid Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed Winds, ye fhall bear his name aloud For when his chariot is a cloud, Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, And speak his awful hand, Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas, Let wave to wave refound his praise, While monsters sporting on the flood, In fcaly filver fhine, Speak terribly their Maker-God, And lafh the foaming brine. But gentler things shall tune his name To fofter notes than these, Young zephyrs breathing o'er the ftream, Or whispering through the trees. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, To him that bid you grow: Let the fhrill birds his honour raise, While groveling beasts attempt his praise Thus while the meaner creatures fing, Echo the glories of your king, Th' Eternal Name must fly abroad From Britain to Japan; And the whole race fhall bow to God, That owns the name of man. Ye ftand upon a dreadful steep, And all beneath is hell : Your weighty guilt will fink you deep, When iron flumbersbind your flesh, And tortures wake the mind! Then you'll confefs, the frightful names Then shall ye curse that fatal day, Behold the faints rejoice to die, For heaven fhines round their heads; And angel-guards, prepar'd to fly, Attend their fainting beds. Their longing fpirits part, and rise To their celeftial feat; Above thefe ruinable skies They make their laft retreat. Hence, ye prophane, I hate your ways, There's a wide difference in our race, 7 The The LAW given at SINA I. ARM thee with thunder, heavenly Mufe, And keep th' expecting world in awe ; Oft haft thou fung in gentler mood Bent their knees to fenfelefs bulls, Now had they pass'd th' Arabian bay, And march'd between the cleaving fea; The rifing waves ftood guardians of their wondrous way, But fell with most impetuous force On the purfuing fwarms, And bury'd Egypt all in arms, Blending in watery death the rider and the horfe : O'er ftruggling Pharaoh roll'd the mighty tide, Apis and Ore in vain he cries, And all his horned Gods befide, He swallows fate with fwimming eyes, |