But from the fame fpring-tide of tears,
Commence your hopes, and joys, and fears,
{A tedious train !) and date your following years:
Break your first filence in his praise

Who wrought your wondrous frame:
With founds of tendereft accent raise
Young honours to his name;
And confecrate your early days
To know the Power fupreme.

Ye heads of venerable age,

Juft marching off the mortal stage,
Fathers, whofe vital threads are fpun

As long as e'er the glafs of life would run,
Adore the hand that led your way

Through flowery fields a fair long fummer's day;
Gafp out your foul in praises to the fovereign power
That fet your Weft fo diftant from your dawning hour.

Flying Fowl, and Creeping Things, praise ye. the LORD, Pfal. cxlviiii. 10,

SW

WEET flocks, whofe foft enamel'd wing
Swift and gently cleaves the sky;

Whofe charming notes addrefs the spring

With an artless harmony.

Lovely minstrels of the field,

Who in leafy fhadows fit,

And your wondrous ftructures build,

Awake your tuneful voices with the dawning light:

To

To nature's God your firft devotions pay,

Ere you falute the rifing day,.

'Tis he calls up the fun, and gives him every ray.

Serpents, who o'er the meadows flide,

And wear upon your shining back
Numerous ranks of gaudy pride,

Which thousand mingling colours make;
Let the fierce glances of your eyes
Rebate their baleful fire:

In harmless play twist and unfold
The volumes of your fcaly gold:
That rich embroidery of your gay attire,
Proclaims your Maker kind and wife.

Infects and mites, of mean degree,
That fwarm in myriads o'er the land,
Moulded by Wildom's artful hand,

And curl'd and painted with a various die;

Praife him that wears th' etherial crown,

And bend his lofty counfels down

To defpicable worms.

The COMPARISON and COMPLAINT.

INFINITE Power, Eternal Lord,

How fovereign is thy hand!

All nature rofe t' obey thy word,

And moves at thy command.

With steady courfe thy fhining fun

Keeps his appointed way;

And all the hours obedient run
The circle of the day.

But ah! how wide my spirit flies,
And wanders from her God!
My foul forgets the heavenly prize,
And treads the downward-road.

The raging fire, and ftormy fea,
Perform thine awful will,

And every beaft and every tree,
Thy great defigns fulfil :

While my wild paffions rage within,

Nor thy commands obey;

And flesh and fenfe, enflav'd to fin,
Draw my best thoughts away.

Shall creatures of a meaner frame
Pay all their dues to thee;
Creatures, that never knew thy name,
That never lov'd like me?

Great God, create my foul anew,

Conform my heart to thine,
Melt down my will, and let it flow,
And take the mould divine.

Seize my whole frame into thy hand;
Here all my powers I bring;
Manage the wheels by thy command,

And govern every spring.

Then

Then fhall my feet no more depart,

Nor wandering fenfes rove;
Devotion fhall be all my heart,
And all my paffions love.

Than not the fun fhall more than I
His Maker's law perform,
Nor travel fwifter through the sky,
Nor with a zeal fo warm.

GOD Supreme and Self-fufficient.

HAT is our God, or what his name,

WH

Nor men can learn, nor angels teach :
He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach.
The fpacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compar'd with him, how fhort they fall?
They are too dark, and He too bright.
Nothing are they, and God is All.

He spoke the wondrous word, and lo
Creation rofe at his command:
Whirlwinds and feas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand.

There refts the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop:

But his own Self-fufficience bears

The weight of his own glories up.

The

The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon :
No ebb his fea of glory knows,
His age is one eternal noon.

Then fly, my fong, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Michael raise;

All nature dwell upon the found,

But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.

JESUS the only SAVIOUR.

ADAM, our father and our head,

Tranfgreft; and juftice doom'd us dead:

The fiery law fpeaks all defpair,
There's no reprieve, nor pardon there.

Call a bright council in the skies;
"Seraphs the mighty and the wife,
"Say, what expedient can you give?
"That fin be damn'd, and finners live?

Speak, are you ftrong to bear the load,
"The weighty vengeance of a God ?
"Which of you loves our wretched race,
Or dares to venture in our place?"

In vain we ask for all around

Stands filence through the heavenly ground:
There's not a glorious mind above

Has half the strength, or half the love.