Your guilt (for guilt it is to mourn,
When such a Sov'reign reigns)
Your guilt diminish, peace pursue;
How glorious peace in pains!

Here, then, your sorrows cease; if not,
Think how unhappy they

Who guilt increase by streaming tears
Which guilt should wash away.

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CIV.

Of tears that gush profuse restrain;
Whence burst the dismal sighs?
They from the throbbing breast of one
(Strange truth!) most happy rise.

CV.

Not angels (hear it, and exult!)

Enjoy a larger share

Than is indulg'd to you, and yours,
Of God's impartial care.

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Too small the whole creation deem'd
For emmets in the dust!

Account amazing! yet most true;

My song is bold, yet just.

CXI.

Man born for infinite, in whom

No period can destroy

The pow'r in exquisite extremes

To suffer, or enjoy.

CXII.

Give him earth's empire (if no more)

He's beggar'd and undone !

Imprison'd in unbounded space!

Benighted by the sun!

For what's the sun's meridian blaze

To the most feeble ray

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Which glimmers from the distant dawn

Of uncreated day?

CXIV.

'Tis not the poet's rapture feign'd

Swells here, the vain to please;
The mind most sober kindles most
At truths sublime as these.

CXV.

They warm ev'n me.---I dare not say

Divine ambition strove

Not to bless only, but confound,

Nay fright us, with its love;

CXVI.

And yet so frightful what, or kind,

As that the rending rock,

The darken'd sun, and rising dead,
So formidably spoke ?

Whate'er endears eternity,

Is mercy from above.

CXIX.

What most imbitters time, that most

Eternity endears;

And thus by plunging in distress,

Exalts us to the spheres ;

CXX.

Joy's fountain-head! where bliss o'er bliss,
O'er wonders wonders rise,

And an Omnipotence prepares

Its banquet for the wise;

CXXI.

Ambrosial banquet! rich in wines

Nectareous to the soul!

What transports sparkle from the stream,

As angels fill the bowl!

CXXII.

Fountain profuse of ev'ry bliss!

Good-will immense prevails:

Man's line cann't fathom its profound;

An angel's plummet fails.

CXXIII.

Thy love and might, by what they know

Who judge, nor dream of more;

They ask a drop, how deep the sea?

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One sand, how wide the shore?

CXXIV.

Of thy exuberant good-will,

Offended Deity!

The thousandth part who comprehends,

A deity is He.

CXXV.

How yonder ample azure field

With radiant worlds is sown!

How tubes astonish us with those
More deep in ether thrown!

CXXVI.

And those beyond of brighter worlds
Why not a million more?

In lieu of answer, let us all

Fall prostrate and adore.

CXXVII.

Since thou art infinite in pow'r,

Nor thy indulgence less;

Since man, quite impotent, and blind,

Of drops into distress;

CXXVIII.

Say what is Resignation? 'Tis

Man's weakness understood;

And Wisdom grasping, with an hand
Far stronger, ev'ry good.

CXXIX.

Let rash repiners stand appall'd,

In thee who dare not trust;