2 Thee, the great Father of Mankind,
His Delegate on Earth affign'd,
Taught thee to blefs, exalt and charm,
Bade thee afpiring Nature warm,
Affift each burfting Virtue's Birth,
And ripen tender Senfe to Worth;
Gave thee to banish Pain,Despair andFear,
To check th' encroaching Woe and starting
Tear.

HYMN CCCCXXXII.

O God of Good, in whom combine
TheHeights and Depths of Love divine,
With thankful Hearts to thee we fing;
To thee our longing Souls afpire
In fervent Flames of ftrong Defire:
Come, and thy facred Unction bring.
2 All Things in Earth, and Air, and Sea,
Exift, and live, and move in thee:
All Nature trembles at thy Voice:
With Awe, ev'n we thy Children, prove
Thy Pow'r: O let us tafte thy Love;
So evermore fhall we rejoice.

3 O Love, our stubborn Wills fubdue,
Create our ruin'd Frame anew;
Difpel our Darknefs by thy Light:
Into all Truth our Spirit guide,
But from our Eyes forever hide
All Things difpleafing in thy Sight.
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HYMN

HYMN CCCCXXXIII

ITO thee, my God, I hourly figh, but not for golden Stores;

Nor covet I the brightest Gems on the rich eastern Shores: 2 Nor that deluding empty Joy Men call a mighty Name, Nor Greatness in its gayeft Pride, my reftlefs Thoughts inflame: 3 Nor Pleafures foft enchanting Charms my fond Defires allure:

For greater Things than these from thee my Wishes would fecure.

4 Thofe blifsful, thofe tranfporting Smiles, that brighten Heav'n above, The boundlefs Riches of thy Grace, and Treasures of thy Love.

5 These are the mighty Things I crave: O! make thefe Bleflings mine, And I the Glories of the World contentedly refign.

HYMN CCCCXXXIV.

THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
in Concert with the Bleft,

Who joyful in harmonious Lays,
employ an endless Reft.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
we bleft and pious grow;
By Hymns of Praise we learn to be
triumphant here below.

3 On this glad Day a brighter Scene
of Glory was display'd

By God, th' eternal Word, than when
this Universe was made.

4 He rifes, who Mankind has bought,
with Grief and Pain extreme;

'Twas great to fpeak the World from Nought, Twas greater to redeem.

HYMN

CCCCXXXV.

I PRAISE to the God who arch'd the Sky,
Is the high Note that wakes my Tongue:
Praife to the God who reigns on high,
Shall be the Cadence of the Song:
Celestial Worlds, your Maker's Name
Refound thro' ev'ry fhining Coast:
Our God a greater Praife will claim,
Where he unfolds his Glories moft.
2 Angels, that his Commiffion bear,

And ye that wait around the Throne,
Next in the tuneful Work appear,
And fend your lofty Honours down.
Stupendous Globe of flaming Day,
Praife him in your fublime Career,

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He ftruck from Night thy peerless Ray,
Weigh'dtheethyPath and guidesthee there.
Moon, milder Regent of the Night,

Our God expects his Praife from you,
If faint your Beams, yet they can write,
In fainter Strokes his Praifes too.
Ye ftarry, Lamps,to whom 'tis giv❜n,
Nights fabler Horrors to illume;
Praise him who hung you in the Heav'n,
With vivid Fires to gild the Gloom.
4 Oceans, with all th' enormous Race
Peopling your Wombs, his Name adore;
Soft be the Note, if fmooth your Face,
But founding, if their Billows roar.
Dragons, of huge terrific Size,

Can you your Maker's Praise forbear?
His Vengeance flashes in your Eyes,
Your Backs his fcaly Liv'ry wear.

5 Light'nings, that round th' Eternal play,
Thunders, that from his Arm are hurl'd,
The Grandeur of vour God convey,
Blazing or bursting on the World:
Let rounded Hail, let fleecy Snow,
Publifh their Maker's wide Renown:
Snows, you must waft it soft and flow,
While Hail in Tempeft bears it down.
6 Whirlwinds, that with impetuous Force
Fulfil Jehovah's dire Commands,

Praife him in your unfetter'd Course,

And found his Terrors thro' the Lands.
Vapours

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Vapours, when you afcend the Skies, Array'd in Beauties not your own, On your gay Plumes let Praifes rife, And aid the Concert to the Throne. 7 Mountains, with everlasting Zeal,

Proclaim your Maker's Name abroad; While Grove to Grove, and Hill to Hill, In humble Ecchos praise their God. Praise him, ye Trees, with Verdure crown'd, Or hung with Fruits of golden Dye, From the lowShrub that creeps the Ground, To Cedars waving in the Sky.

8 Refound his Name, ye Beafts of Prey, Thro' all your Dens in awful Strains, And let the lowing Herds effay

His Honours as they graze the Plains. Ye Birds, in painted Plumage dreft, Tune to your God your lab'ring Throats; By Reptiles be his Praife expreft,

Tho' rude and artlefs be their Notes.

Monarchs, who hold imperial Sway,
By Leave from Heav'n's eternal King,
Come with the Millions that obey

Your Nod, and your Creator fing.
Judges, enthron'd in folemn State,
Th'impartial Judge of all revere;
And while you feal the Guilty's Fate,
Think of your Sentence at his Bar.
10 Let Youth of ev'ry Sex and Rank,
Exulting in the Bloom of Life,