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The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleas'd the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise I Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See suture sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies * See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,. And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs I For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And feeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glowSee heav'n its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day !. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn. Nor ev'ning Cynthia sill her silver horn ;. But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts: the light himself Hull stunt Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! The fras shall waste, the slues in smoke decay. Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;. But six'd his' word, his saving pow'r remains; ,Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns I
The UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
By the Same.
FATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
Thou great sirst cause, least understood:
Who all my sense consin'd
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To fee the good from ill; And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than heav'n pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
T' enjoy is to obey.
C 6 Yet
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
And deal damnation round the land,
If I am right, thy grace impart,
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
Save me alike from soolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe*
To hide the fault I fee; That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quick'ned by thy breath j
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's life or death.
This Thls day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,
And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies I One chorus let all being raise!
All nature's incense rise L
NIGHT THOUGHTS, by Dr. Young.
TIR' D nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose,