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Still in my thought thy happier days detain’d,
See trembling foes, and thy triumphant arms!
The pompous ftreamers waving as fhe flies!
The plains where once her fhouting armies stood,
The ftream's broad wave that blush'd with hostile blood.
Roll'd in the mafs of fire neglected lay,
And join'd th' involving cloud that hid the day.
They fweep the field, and shiver as they run.
There nature labours with convulfive throws:
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And ftreams fhall murmur all around.
HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
Transported with the view, I'm loft
O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my
But thou canft read it there.
Thy Providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redreft,
When in the filent womb I lay,
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedlefs fteps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
And when in fins and forrows funk,
Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
Nor is the least a chearful heart,
That taftes those gifts with joy.
Thro' every period of my life
And after death in diftant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy fhall adore.
Thro' all eternity to thee
HE fpacious firmament on high,
And spangled heavens, a fhining frame,
Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,
Does his creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.