3 Tho' in the Paths of Death I tread, 1 FATHER of All! in ev'ry Age, in ev'ry Clime, ador'd, By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage, the univerfal Lord! 2 What Confcience dictates to be done, or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to fhun, that, more than Heav'n pursue. 3 What Bleffings thy free Bounty gives, let me not caft away; For God is paid when Man receives, 4 Yet not to Earth's contracted Span 5 Let 5 Let not this weak, unknowing Hand prefume thy Bolts to throw, And deal Damnation round the Land, on each I judge thy Foe. 6 If I am right, thy Grace impart, ftill in the Right to ftay; If I am wrong, O teach my Heart to find that better Way.. 7 Save me alike from foolish Pride, At aught thy Wisdom hath deny'd, 8 Teach me to feel another's Woe, 9 fince quicken'd by thy Breath; O lead me wherefoe'er I go, thro' this Day's Life or Death. 10 This Day be Bread and Peace my Lot; II To thee, whofe Temple is all Space, SHALL loyal Nations hail the Day, ThatcrownstheirKingwith loud Acclaim? And fhall not Saints their Homage pay With ev'ry Pow'r to be ador'd, 5 How mean the Tribute Mortals pay, Jefus the King of Glory reigns! He comes, he comes with Triumph crown'd, Faith views the Splendor dawning round, Earth's Earth's faireft Luftre finks in Shade. PLUNG'D in a Gulph of dark Defpair, He saw, and, O surprising Love! 3 Down from the fhining Seats above, 4 Oh! for this Love, let Rocks and Hills, 5 Angels, affift our mighty Joys, But when you raife your highest Notes, IWE fing the deep mysterious Plan, Which God devis'd ere Time began; Which beams around us from above, With Grace fo free, and Hope fo bright. 2 Here has the wife eternal Mind In Chrift, their common Head, conjoin'd Gentiles and Jews, and Earth and Heav'n: Throughhim,fromthegreat Father's Throne, Rivers of Blifs come rolling down, And endless Peace and Life are giv'n.. 3 No more the awful Cherubs guard The Tree of Life with flaming Sword, To drive afar Man's trembling Race; At Salem's pearly Gates they ftand, And fmiling wait (a friendly Band!) To welcome Strangers to the Place. 4 While we expect that glorious Sight, Love fhall our Hearts with theirs unite, And ardent Hope our Bofoms raise; From Earth's vile Cottages of Clay, To those refplendent Realms of Day, We'll try to fend the founding Praise. HYMN CIII. GR REAT God of Wonders! all thy Wayst But the fair Glories of thy Grace |