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Thy essence fills this breathing frame, Thee, mighty God, my wondering soul,
Thee, all her conscious powers adore;
Alike illum'd by nature's light,
When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flow'r the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath thy kindling eye; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
ABOVE-below-where'er I gaze,
My God, all nature owns thy sway; Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day; When all thy lov'd creation wakes, When morning rich in lustre breaks, And bathes in dew the op'ning flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour ; And, when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong! Or when, in paler tints array'd, The evening slowly spreads her shade; That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can, more than day's enliv’ning bloom, Still ev'ry fond and vain desire, And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ; From earth the pensive spirit free, And lead tbe soften'd heart to thee. In every scene thy hands have dress'd, In every form by thee impress'd, Upon the mountain's awful head, Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread ; In every note that swells the gale, Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale, The cavern's depth or echoing grove,A voice is heard of praise and love. As o'er thy works the seasons roll, And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul.
I hear thee in the stormy wind,
I find thee in the noon of night, And read thy name in every star
Tis Love that loads the plenteous plain,
And smiles o'er ev'ry vale.
Oh never may their smiling train
But, in thy gospel, it appears
And charms the ravish'd breast;
And give the weary rest.
There smiles a kind propitious God Whene'er we climb the mountain's head, There flows a dying Saviour's blood, To greet the harbinger of day ;
The pledge of sins forgiv'n; Or view him sink in ocean's bed,
There faith, bright cherub, points the way Thy love, O God, paints every ray.
To regions of eternal day
And opens all her heav'n.
Then, in redeeming love rejoice,
That calls thee to the skies :
Above life's empty scenes aspireLove decks the finely varied flowers,
Its sordid cares and mean desire-
And seize th' eternal prize.
Lost were the peacock’s plumage; to the sight | The eye's at fault, and seeks th' assisting
And from thy brow take off tbe painted
Tadorn his temples, hasten with thy spear Ev'n with the baleful hemlock's irksome Reverted, and thy trusty bow unstrung, green.
Wbile unpursued thy lions roam and roar, Without thy aid, without thy gladsome And ruin'd tow’rs, rude rocks, and caverns beams,
wide The tribe of woodland warblers would Remurmur to the glorious, surly sound. remain
And thou, fair India, whose immense doMote on the bending branches, nor recite main The praise of him, who, ere he formed To counterpoise the hemisphere extends, their lord,
Haste from the West, and with thy fruits Their voices tuned to transport, wing’d
and flowers, their flight,
Thy mines and med'cines, wealthy maid And bade them call for nurture, and receive: attend. And lo! they call; the blackbird, and the More than the plenteousness so fam'd to tlow thrush,
By fabling bards from Amalthea's horn The woodlark, and the redbreast jointly call; Is thine; thine therefore be a portion due He hears, and feeds their feather'd families; Of thanks and praise; come with thy brilHe feeds bis sweet musicians:-nor neglects
liant crown The invoking ravens in the greenwood wide; And vest of fur; and from thy fragrant lap And tho' their throats coarse rattling hurt Pomegranates and the rich ananas pour.
But chiefly thou Europa, seat of Grace They mean it all for music, thanks, and praise And Christian excellence, his goodness own. To him who feeds, who clothes, and who Forth from ten thousand temples pour his adorns,
praise. Who made and who preserves, whatever Clad in the armour of the living God, dwells
Approach, unsheath the Spirit's flaming In air, in stedfast earth, or fickle sea.
sword; O He is good, He is immensely good! Faith's shield, salvation's glory-compass'd Who all things form’d, and form'd them all helm for man;
With fortitude assume, and o'er your heart Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, Fair truth's invulnerable breast-plate spread ; Dispensing all his blessings for the best, Then join the general chorus of all worlds, In order, and in beauty : rise, attend, And let the song of charity begin Arrest, and praise, ye quarters of the world! In strains seraphic, and melodious prayer : Bow down, ye elephants, submissive bow “ O all-sufficient, all-beneficent, To him who made the mite! Tho' Asia's “ Thou God of goodness, and of glory, hear ! pride,
“Thou, who to lowest minds dost condeYe carry armies on your tower-crown'd scend, backs,
“ Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him “ Adopting jealousy to prove thy love: Who is as great, as perfect, and as good “ Thou who resign'd humility uphold'st In his less striking wonders, till at length “ Even as the florist props the drooping rose,