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SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bend the adoring knee ;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes :
Oh, by all thy pain and woe,
(Suffered once for man below,)
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany!
By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
of the insulting tempter's power,
Turn, oh turn, a favouring eye,
Hear our solemn Litany!
By the sacred griefs that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguish'd sigh that told
Treachery lurk'd within thy fold ;
From thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn Litany!
By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice;
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn Litany!
By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,

By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
Oh! from earth to heaven restor'd,
Mighty, re-ascended LORD,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany!

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.



THÈSE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty; Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens,
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine :

Speak ye, who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels'; for ye behold Him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night
Circle His throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
On earth join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge Him thy greater; sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou

Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly’st
With the fixt Stars, fixt in their orb that flies,
And ye five other wandering Fires that move
In mystic dance not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light.
His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud : and wave your tops, ye

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.





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.

PSALM XIX.-Addison.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim :

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Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant .orbs be found ?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
• The Hand that made us is Divine."

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,

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