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If Power that led thee now, no longer lead,
But brow-bent Justice draws the Aaming blade.
When. Love is scornd, when din the sword provokes,
Let tears and prayers avert, or heal the strokes;
If Justice leaves to wound, and thou to groan,
Beneath new lords, in.countries not thine own,
Know this for Mercy's act, and let your lays,
Grateful in all, recount the cause of praise :
Then Love returns, and while no fins divide
The firm alliance, power will field thy side,
See the grand round of Providence's care,
See realms aslifted here, and punish'd there;
O'er the just circle cast thy wondering eyes,
Thank while you gaze, and study to be wise.
TE E the star that leads the day,
Rising, fhoots a golden ray,
To make the shades of darkness go
From heaven above and earth below;
And warn us early with the fight,
To leave the beds of silent night;
From an heart sincere and found,
From its very deepest ground;
Send devotion up on high,
Wing'd with heat to reach the sky.
See the time for sleep has run,
Rise before, or with the sun :
Lift thy hands, and humbly pray,
The fountain of eternal day;
That, as the light ferenely fair,
Illustrates all the tracts of air;
The Sacred Spirit só may rest,
With quickening beams, upon thy breast;
And kindly clean it all within,
From darker blemishes of sin;
And Thine with grace until we view
The realm it gilds with glory too.
See the day that dawns in air,
Brings along its toil and care:
From the lap of night it springs,
With heaps of business on its wings;
Prepare to meet them in a mind,
That bows fubmiffively resign'd;
That would to works appointed fall,
That knows that God has order'd alí.
And whether, with a famll repast,
We break the fober morning fast;
Or in our thoughts and houses lay
The future methods of.the day;
Or early walk abroad to meet
Our business, with industrious feet:
Whate'er we think, whate'er we do,
His glory still be kept in view.
O, giver of eternal bliss,
Heavenly Father, grant me this;
Grant it all, as well as me,
All whose hearts are fix'd on thee:;
THE fun is swiftly mounted
It glitters in the southern sky;
Its beams with force and glory beat,
And fruitful earth is fill'd with heat.
Father, alfo with thy fire
Warm the cold, the dead desire,
And make the sacred love of thee,
Within my soul, a sun to me.
Let it shine so fairly bright,
That nothing else be took for light;
That worldly charms be seen to fade,
And in its lustre find a shade.
Let it strongly shine within,
To scatter all the clouds of fin,
That drive when gusts of passion rise;
And intercept it from our eyes.
Let its glory more than vie
With the sun that lights the sky:
Let it swiftly mount in air,
Mount with that, and leave it there;
And foar, with more aspiring flight,
To realms of everlasting Light.
'Thus, while here I'm forc'd to bez
I daily wish. to live with thee;
And feel that union which thy love
Will, after death, complete above.
From my soul I send my prayer,
Great Creator, bow thine ear; .
Thou, for whose propitious sway
The world was taught to see the day;
Who spake the word, and earth begun,',
And Thew'd its beauties in the fun;
With pleasure I thy creatures viewing
And would, with good affection too;.
Good affection sweetly free,
Loose from them, and move to thee;
O, teach me, due returns to give,
And to thy glory let me live;
And then my days shall shine the more,
Or pass more blessed than before.
HE beani-repelling mists arise,
And evening spreads obscurer skies :
The twilight will the night forerun,
And night itfelf be soon begun.
Upon thy knees devoutly bow,
the Lord of glory now,
To fill thy breast, or deadly sin
May cause a blinder night within.
And whether pleasing vapours rise,
Which gently dim the closing eyes;
Which makes the weary members bless'd,
With sweet refreshment in their rest;
Or whether spirits in the brain
Dispel their soft embrace again ;
And on my watchful bed I stay,
Forsook by sleep, and waiting day;
Be God for ever in my view,
And never he forsake me too;
But still as day concludes in night,
To break again with new-born light;
His wondrous bounty let me find,
With still a more enlighten’d mind;
and love in one agree,
Grace from God, and love from me;
Grace that will from heaven inspire,
Love that feals it in desire :
Grace and love that mingle beams,
And fill me with encreasing flames.
Thou that hast thy palace far
Above the moon and every star,
Thou that fittelt on a throne
To which the night was never known,
Regard my voice and make me bless’d,
By kindly granting its request.
If thoughts on thee my soul employ,
My darkness will afford me joy,
Till thou shalt call, and I shall foar,
And part with darkness evermore.