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5 Thy Stroke the Rock's dark Entrails clave;
Forth from its Depth the foaming Wave
6 BY Thee prepar'd, the Night and Day
Alternate walk th' ethereal Way;
And with it cloth'd the radiants un.
Its Balance fixes, marks its Bounds;
:11 8' PARENT of Nature ! God fupreme !
While Folly's Sons thy Acts blafpheme,
Thy' trembling Turtle's Life devour, ".. Nor dark Oblivion's Shade, our Pain
For ever from thy Thought detain. io O give the Flock that bears thy Name, :: Thy fed'ral Mercy yet to claim:
Behold within each cavern'd Cell,
Fraud, Violence, and Rapine dwell! 11 Behold! and let th' afflicted Poor,
(From Terror and from Shame secure) With grateful Heart, and joyous Tongue, . Wake to thy Praise the hallow'd Song.
Our Love and highest Praise shall
And plant within our Hearts thy Fear. 2 “ Lift not the Horn, ye Sons of Pride,
(The LORD, with fierce Rebuke, hath cry'd) Is Lift not the Horn !-- nor thus in vain;
“With stubborn Neck, my Name profane.” 3 That God, whose Word the Heav'ns out
spread, The regal Crown from Head to Head Transfers :-Wealth, Honour, Pow'r, his
At Will shall grant, at Will resume. [Doom 4 His Hand the full-charg'd Cup prefents,
While red with Wrath its Wine ferments,
Low to its utmost Dregs shall drain. 5 But I, with facred Transport fillid,
To Jacob's God my Praise will yield;
OD's Glories Salem's Temple fill,
And rest on Sion's sacred Hill:
2 O cloth'd with Majesty divine !
O say, what Strength shall equal thine !
With awful Wonder strike the Eye. 3 At thy Rebuke o Jacob's God,
The Steed, whose Hoofs in hoftile Blood
Earth heard when God the Judgment gave,
5 Him ferve and fear, and duteous bring
Your Presents to the heav'nly KING ;
To fought his gracious Ear,
TO God I cry'd with mournful Voice,
In the sad Day when Troubles rose,
And fill'd the Night with Fear.
2 My overwhelming Sorrows grew
Till I could speak no more ;
And call'd thy Judgments o’er.
When I beheld thy Face;
That might withhold thy Grace.ru
Which I enjoy'd before ;
His Face appear no more? "5 Will He for ever caft me off ?
His Promise ever fail ?
Shall Anger still prevail ?-
This dark, despairing Frame, Rememb’ring what thy Hand hath wrought;
Thy Hand is still the fame.
And talk thy Wonders o'er;
When Flesh could hope no more. 8 Grace dwells with Justice on the Throne ;
And Men that love thy Word
The Counsels of the LORD.
PART II. 9 MAKER of All! At thy Command
Revers'd the Laws of Nature ftand;
And bid the Nations know their LORD. 10 Let Jacob and let Jofeph fay
How. Itrong thine Armi to chase away
12 Incessant from the bursting Cloud:
Down stream'd the bidden Rain ;-aloud
Thy flaming Shafts were feen to fly. 13 And, as thy Voice around the Pole
In awful Threats was heard to roll, [Head
Its livid Sheet the Lightning spread. 14 Wide yawn'd the Flood from Shore to
And op'd a Path unknown before, [Shore,
With trackless Step its Channel trod. 15 As Sheep to distant Pastures led,
Secure thy People march?d, convey'd