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Sweet peace shall from the smiling skies,
FROM THE GERMAN.
Begin, my Soul, th' Exalted Lay! REGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay!
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's name:
To swell th' inspiring theme.
Ye scenes divinely fair!
And breath'd the fluid air.
Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound !
His boundless mercy sing :
And touch the sweetest string. Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir; Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid: Soon as grey ev’ning gilds the plain, Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade. Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call'd yon worlds from night: “Ye shades, dispel!”—th' Eternal said: At once th’involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.
United praise bestow :
Ye swelling deeps below:
To him who bids you roll;
And breathe it to the soul.
To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Your great Creator own;
And trembled at his frown.
In mutual concourse rise;
In incense to the skies.
Harmonious anthems raise
And tun'd your voice to praise. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;
The gen’ral burst of joy.
Fall prostrate at his throne :
An image of his own.
Ye fair, by nature form’d to move,
With youth's enlivening fire:
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way.
THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
If rough and thorny be the way,
Bright Pledge of Peace and Sunshine ! STILL young and fine! but what is still in view w We slight as old and soiled, though fresh
and new : How bright wert thou when Shem's admiring eye Thy burning flaming arch did first descry; When Nahor, Terah, Haran, Abram, Lot, The youthful world's gray fathers in one knot, Did with intentive looks watch every hour For thy new light, and trembled at each shower. When thou dost shine darkness looks white and
fair, Forms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air; Rain gently spends his honey drops, and pours Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. Bright pledge of peace and sunshine ! the sure
tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of his eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distant and low, I can in thine see Him, Who looks upon thee from his glorious throne, And minds the covenant betwixt all and one.