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They kindle-to a Flame!
The Naughter'd I.amb.
They ever cry:
And endless Praite.
H Y M N CXLIII. Ho
Touse of our God with chearful anthemsring,
While allourlipsandheartshisgoodnessfing; With facred joy bis wond'rous deeds proclaim; Let ev'ry tongue be vocal with his name. The Lord is good, his mercy never-ending, His blessings in perpetual show is descending.' The heav'n of heav'ns he with his bounty fills; Ye seraphs bright, on ever-bloomirg hills, His honours found; you to whom good alone, Unmingled, ever-growing, hath been known; Thro' your immortal life with love encreasing, Proclaim your Maker's goodness never ceafing. Thou earth, enlightned by his rays divine, Pregriant with grais,and corn, andoil, and wine, Crown'd with his goodness let thy nations meet, And lay their crowns at his paternal feet; With gråteful love that lib'ral hand confefling Which thro'each heart diffuseth ev'ry blefig.
Hisgoodness never ends; the dawn, the shade,
HY MN CXLIV. JEHOVAH reigns, let ev'ry nation hear, Let heav'n's high arches echo with his name, And the wide peopled earth his praise proclaim, Then fendit down to hell's deep gloomsrefound
ing, Thro'allhercavesindreadful murmurs founding, He rules with wide and absolute command O'er the broad ocean and the stedfast land, Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone, And all creation hangs beneath his throne ; He reigns alone, let no inferior nature Usurp, or share the throne of the creator. "He saw the struggling beams of infant light Shoot thro' the maffy gloom of antient night, His spirit hufh'd the elemental strife,
And brooded o'er the kindling feeds of lifc;
ing. Earth’sblooming facewith rising flow'rshe dreft, And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast;
Then from the hollow of his hand he pours The circling waters round her winding shores, The new born world in their cool arms embra
cing, And with soft murmurs still her banks caressing, At length she rose complete in finish'd pride, All fair and spotless like a virgin bride, Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood Her maker blest his work, and call'd it good; The morning stars with joyful aeclamation Exulting fung, and hail'd the new creation. Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, Tho'built byGod's right hand must pass away; And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, The fate of empires, and the pride of kings; Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.
The fun himself with weary clouds opprest
H Y MN CXLV. 1 BEGIN, my Soul, th’exalted Lay,
Let each enraptur'd Thought obey,
To fwell th' inspiring Theme.
Let ev'ry liftning Saint above Wake all the tuneful Soul of Love,
And touch the sweetest String. 3 Thou Heav'n of Heav'ns, his vast Abode, Ye Clouds, proclaim your forming God;
Ye Thunders, speak his Pow'r :
Th' astonish'd Worlds adore.
Praise him who bid you roll;
And breathe it to the Soul. 5 Wake, all ye foaring Throngs, and fing; Ye cheerful Warblers of the Spring,
Harmonious Anthems raise
And tun'd your Voice to praise.
In heav'nly Praise employ;
The gen’ral Burst of Joy.