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ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.-Merrick.
GOD of my health, whose tender care
Thy breath inform'd the sleeping clay,
From Thee the parts their fashion took,
Within the volume of Thy book
The shadowy lines Thy pencil drew,
Oh! may this frame, which rising grew Beneath thy plastic hands,
Be studious ever to pursue
Whate'er Thy will commands.
Nor lose the traces of the GOD,
Thou, who within this earthly shrine
Through Nature's depth to see; Oh! teach my soul the better task, To know itself and Thee.
Teach me to know how weak the mind,
Let me not, lost in learning's maze,
For what's the worth of human praise,
Keep in my soul the strong delight,
The bliss that never dies.
Oh! be those hopes my only boast,
Where'er I turn my wakeful thought,
Guide of my youth, forsake me not,
While pleasures tempt me from without, And passions war within.
Yet fix'd on Thee, I lose each fear,
I know Thee, LORD, not slow to hear,
Oh! cast my errors from Thy sight,
So while, in secret thought arraign'd,
And mark how oft I urg'd Thy hand
My thankful heart declare,
ON THE WORKS OF CREATION.
BEAUTY complete, and majesty divine, In all Thy works, ador'd Creator, shine. Where'er I cast my wond'ring eyes around, The GOD I seek in every part is found. Pursuing Thee, the flow'ry fields I trace, And read Thy name on ev'ry spire of grass. I follow Thee thro' many a lonely shade, And find Thee in the solitary glade. I meet Thee in the kind refreshing gale, That gently passes thro' the dewy vale. The pink, the jasmin, and the purple rose, Perfum'd by Thee, their flagrant leaves disclose, The feather'd choir, that welcome in the spring, By Thee were taught their various notes to sing. By Thee the Morning in her crimson vest And ornaments of golden clouds is drest. The Sun, in all his splendour, wears Thy beams, And drinks in light from Thy exhaustless streams. The Moon reveals Thee by her glimmʼring ray; Unnumber'd Stars Thy glorious paths display. Amidst the solemn darkness of the night, The thoughts of GOD my musing soul delight. Thick shades and night Thy dread pavilion form; In state Thou rid'st upon the flying storm; While Thy strong hand its fiercest rage restrains, And holds the wild unmanag'd winds in reins. What sparklings of Thy majesty appear, When thro' the firmament swift lightnings glare?
When peals of thunder fill the skies around,
And while I here Thy faintest shadows trace, I pine to see the glories of Thy face; Where beauty, in its never-changing height And uncreated excellence, shines bright. When shall the heav'nly scene, without control, Open in dazzling triumph on my soul? My pow'rs, with all their ardour, shall adore, And languish for terrestrial charms no more.
HAIL sacred volume of eternal truth!
Thou staff of age! thou guide of wand'ring youth! Thou art the race which all that run shall win, Thou the sole shield against the darts of sin; Thou giv'st the weary rest, the poor man wealth, Strength to the weak, and to the lazar health.
Lead me, my KING! my