Now mourn, and if fad share with us to bear
Your fiery effence can diftil no tear,
Burn in your fighs, and borrow
Seas wept from our deep forrow:

He who with all heav'n's heraldry whilere
Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us cafe ;
Alas, how foon our fin

Sore doth begin

His infancy to feise!

O more exceeding love, or law more just?
Juft law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightful doom remedilefs

Were loft in death, till he that dwelt above
High thron' d in fecret blifs, for us frail duft
Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakedness;

And that great covenant which we still transgress
Entirely fatisfied,

And the full wrath befide

Ofvengeful justice bore for our excess,

And feals obedience first with wounding smart
This day, but O ere long

Huge pangs and ftrong

Will pierce more near his heart.

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LY envious time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whofe fpeed is but the heavy plummet's pace; And glut thyfelf with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross;

So little is our lofs,

So little is thy gain.

For when as each thing bad thou haft intomb'd,
And last of all thy greedy felf confum'd,
Then long eternity fhall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;

And joy fhall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is fincerely good
And perfectly divine,

With truth, and peace, and love,fhall ever shine
About the fupreme throne

Of him, t'whofe happy-making fight alone When once ourheav'nly-guided foul fhall clime, Then all this earthly groffnefs quit,

Attir'd with stars, we fhall for ever fit, Triumphing over death, and chance, and thee, O time.

HYMN XCI.

YE Tribes of Adam, join

With Heav'n, and Earth, and Seas;

And offer Notes divine

To your Creator's Praise.

Ye

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Ye holy Throng of Angels bright,
In Realms of Light, begin the Song.
Thou Sun with dazling Rays,
And Moon that rul'st the Night,
Shine to your Maker's Praise,
With Stars of twinkling Light.
His Pow'r declare, ye Floods on high,
And Clouds that fly in empty Air,

The fhining Worlds above
In beauteous Order stand,
Or in fwift Courses move
By his fupreme Command.

He fpake the Word, and all their Frame
From Nothing came to praise the Lord.

Ye Mountains near the Skies,
With lofty Cedars there,

And Trees of humbler Size,

That Fruit in Plenty bear :

Beaftswild andtame, Birds,Flies, and Worms,

In various Forms exalt his Name,

Virgins and Youth, engage

To found his Praise divine,
While Infancy and Age
Their feebler Voices join.
Wide as he reigns his Name be fung
By ev'ry Tongue, in endless Strains.

6 Let all the Nations fear

The God that rules above;
He brings his People near,
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And makes them tafte his Love:
While Earth and Sky attempt his Praife,
His Saints shall raife his Honours high.

HYMN

XCII.

I PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal Choir! that fill the Realms above;

Praise him who form'd you of his Fire
and feeds you with his Love.

2 Shine to his Praise, ye chryftal Skies,
the Floor of his Abode,

Or veil in Shades your thousand Eyes,
before your brighter God.

3 Thou reftlefs Globe of golden Light,
whofe Beams create our Days,
Join with the filver Queen of Night,
to own your borrow'd Rays.
4 Winds, ye fhall bear his Name aloud
through the etherial Blue,

For when his Chariot is a Cloud,
he makes his Wheels of you.

5 Shout to the Lord, ye furging Seas,
in your eternal Roar ;

Let Wave to Wave refound his Praise,
and Shore reply to Shore.

6 Thunder and Hail, and Fires, and Storms, the Troops of his Command,

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Appear in all your dreadful Forms,
and fpeak his awful Hand.

Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pines,
to him that bid you grow,

Sweet

Sweet Clufters, bend the fruitful Vines
on ev'ry thankful Bough.

8 Thus while the meaner Creatures fing,
ye Mortals, catch the Sound,
Echo the Glories of your King,
through all the Nations round.

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HYMN XCIII.

GOD of my Life, through all its Days,
My gratefulPow'rs fhall found thyPraise;
The Song fhall wake with op'ning Light,
And warble to the filent Night.

2 When anxious Cares would break my Reft,
And Grief would tear my throbbing Breast,
Thy tuneful Praise I'll raise on high,
And check the Murmur and the Sigh.
3 When Death o'er Nature fhall prevail,
And all its Pow'rs of Language fail,
Joy through my fwimming Eyes fhall break,
And mean the Thanks I cannot speak.
4 But O! when that laft Conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to Flesh no more,
With what glad Accents fhall I rife,
To join the Music of the Skies!

5 Soon fhall I learn th' exalted Strains, Which echo through the heav'nly Plains; And emulate with Joy unknown,

The glowing Seraphs round thy Throne.

HYMN