7 O happy, who are thus compell'd
To the rich Feaft by Jefus held!
Britain! thy Bleffings know; and prize
The Light which Liberty supplies.

IMPOSTURE fhrinks from Light,
And dreads a curious Eye:

Thy Doctrines, Lord, the Teft invite,
They bid us fearch and try.

Lord, to thy Word we bring
A meek enquiring Mind;

And, joyful, at Salvation's Spring

Refreshing Truth we find.

With Understanding bleft
Created to be free,

Our Faith on Man we dare not reft,

Subject to none but thee.

O Lord, our Spirit lead,

With foundest Knowledge fill;

From noxious Error guard our Creed,

From Prejudice our Will.

The Truth once learn'd impress
With Savour on our Heart;

And help us firmly to profess
'Gainft all feducing Art.

HYMN

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HYMN CLIII.

HESEare thygloriousworks, Parentofgood,
Almighty, thine this univerfal frame,
Thuswondrousfair:thyfelf howwondrous then!
Unfpeakable,who fitft above these Heav'ns
To us invifible, or dimly feen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'rdivine.
Speak ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
And choral fymphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heav'n;
On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol
Him firft, him laft, him midft, and without end.
Fairest of stars, laft in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledgeofday,thatcrown'st the smilingmorn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy fphere,
While day arifes, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou Sun, of this great world both eyeandfoul,
Acknowledge him thy greater, found his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noonhaftgain'd, and when thou
fall'ft.

Moon, that now meet'ftthe orientfun, nowfly'ft,

With the fix'd ftars, fix'd in their orb that flies, And ye five other wand'ring fires that move In myftic dance not without fong, refound His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise, Ye Mifts and Exhalations that now rife From hill or steaming lake, dufky or gray, Till the fun paint your fleecy fkirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rife, Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolor'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, Rifing or falling ftill advance his praise. Hispraife, ye Winds, that fromfourquartersblow, Breathe foft or loud; and waveyourtops,ye Pines, With ev'ry plant, in fign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, That finging up to Heav'n gate afcend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witriefs if I be filent, morn or even,

hill or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade

Made

Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail univerfal Lord! be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd ought of evil or conceal'd,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
HYMN CLIV.

THESE, as they change, almighty Father, thefe,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleafing Spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the foftening air is balm;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And ev'ry sense, and ev'ry heart is joy.
Then comes thy glory in thefummer-months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy fun
Shoots full perfection thro' the fwelling year:
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder fpeaks;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooksandgroves,inhollow-whifperinggales,
Thy bounty fhines in autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In Winter awful thou! with clouds and ftorms
Around thee

thrown,tempefto'ertempestroll'd,
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing,
Riding fublime, thou bid'ft the world adore,
And humbleft nature with thy northern blast.
Mysterious round! whatskill, what force divine,
Deep-felt

Deep-felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet fo delightful mix'd, with fuch kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softning into shade;
And all fo forming an harmonious whole;
That, as they still fucceed, they ravish still.
But wand'ring oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Manmarks not thee, marksnotthe mightyhand,
That, ever bufy, wheels the filent spheres;
Works in the fecret deeps; fhoots, fteaming,
thence

The fair profufion that o'erspreads the Spring:
Flings from the fun direct the flaming day;
Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempest forth;
And as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.
Nature, attend! join ev'ry living foul,
Beneath the fpacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join; and, ardent, raise
One gen'ral fong! to him, ye vocal gales,
Breath foft, whofe Spirit in your freshness

Oh talk of him in folitary glooms!

breathes:

Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine
Fills the brown fhade with a religious awe.
And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,
Who shake th' aftonifh'd world, lift high to hea-

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