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SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
By the vault, whose dark abode
FROM RELIGIO CLERICI.-Mason. FATHER, REDEEMER, COMFORTER DIVINE! This humble off’ring to Thy equal shrine Here Thy unworthy servant grateful pays Of undivided thanks, united praise, For all those mercies, which at birth began, And ceaseless flowed thro’ life's long lengthen'd
span; Propt my frail frame thro' all the varied scene, With health enough for many a day serene; Enough of science clearly to discern How few important truths the wisest learn; Enough of arts ingenious to employ The vacant hours, when graver studies cloy; Enough of wealth to serve each honest end, The poor to succour, or assist a friend; Enough of faith in Scripture to descry, That the sure hope of immortality, Which only can the fear of death remove, Flows from the fountain of REDEEMING Love.
MORNING HYMN OR ADAM AND EVE.
THÈSE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Speak ye, who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Pines, With every Plant, in sign of worship, wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise, Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, That singing up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes, His praise ; Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught His praise; Hail, universal LORD, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal’d, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
OTHER PARTS OF SCRIPTURE,
TRANSLATED OR IMITATED.
PSALM XV.-Mason. LORD! who may to thy love aspire, Or hope to join thy heavenly choir; But he who rests on thee his trust, Whose thoughts are pure, his actions just, Whose word is truth, whose open heart Disdains the mean disguise of art; Who, swift to praise, as slow to blame, Guards as his own his neighbour's fame. Despising earthly pomp and state, He knows the good alone are great. If danger wakes, or justice sleeps, Alike, if giv'n, his word he keeps. No gains luxurious swell his hoard, No guiltless blood embrues his sword ; Whom no rewards to vice allure, He, walking wisely, walketh sure.
The spacious firmament on high,
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
PSALM XXIII.-Addison. The LORD my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care: His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant; To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wand'ring steps He leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in the paths of death I tread, With
gloomy horrors overspread,