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“ Where didst thou dwell at nature's early birth?
rung, “ When shouting sons of God the triumph crown'd, " And the wide concave thunder'd with the sound?
Who, stretching forth his sceptre o'er the deep, “ Can that wild world in due subjection keep? “ I broke the globe, I scoop'd its hollow'd side, “ And did a bason for the foods provide;
I chain’d them with my word ; the boiling sea, “ Work'd up in tempests, hears my great decree; «Thus far, thy floating tide shall be convey'd; “ And here, O main, be thy proud billows stay'd.' “ Who taught the rapid winds to fly so fast, “ Or shakes the centre with his eastern blast;
Who from the skies can a whole deluge pour ? “ Who strikes through nature with the solemn roar “Of dreadful thunder, points it where to fall, “ And in fierce lightning wraps the flying ball ? “ Not he who trembles at the darted fires, “ Falls at the sound, and in the flash expires. “ Who did the soul with her rich pow'rs invest, “ And light up reason in the human breast? “ To shine with fresh increase of lustre bright; “ When stars and sun are set in endless night? “ To these my various questions make reply." Th’ALMIGHTY spoke; and, speaking, shook the sky. What then, Chaldæan Sire, was thy surprise! Thus thou, with trembling heart, and downcast
eyes : « Once and again, which I in groans deplore,
My tongue has err'd; but shall presume no more.
" Thou canst accomplish all things, LORD of
might: “ And every thought is naked to Thy sight. “ But oh! Thy ways are wonderful, and lie Beyond the deepest reach of mortal
eye. • Oft have I heard of Thine Almighty Pow'r, “ But never saw Thee till this dreadful hour. « O’erwhelm’d with shame, the LORD of Life I see, “ Abhor myself, and give my soul to Thee: « Nor shall
anger more : “ Man is not made to question, but adore.
THE SEVENTH CHAPTER OF PROVERBS.
My son, th' instruction that my words impart • 'Grave on the living tablet of thy heart; And all the wholesome precepts that I give Observe with strictest reverence, and live. Let all thy homage be to Wisdom paid, Seek her protection, and implore her aid ; That she may keep thy soul from harm secure, And turn thy footsteps from the harlot's door; Who, with curs’d charms, lures the unwary in, And soothes with flattery their souls to sin. Once, from my window, as I cast mine eye On those that passed in giddy numbers by, A youth among the foolish youths I spy'd, Who took not sacred Wisdom for his guide. Just as the sun withdrew his cooler light, And ev'ning soft led on the shades of night, He stole in covert twilight to his fate, And pass'd the corner near the harlot's gate ; When lo, a woman comes ! Loose her attire, and such her glaring dress, As aptly did the harlot's mind express ; Subtle she is, and practis'd in the arts, By which the wanton conquer heedless hearts :
Stubborn and loud she is; she hates her home,
ISAIAH, CHAP. XL. VERSE VII. AND VIII..
Rev. S. Wesley.
And gay their silken leaves unfold ;
And fearless of the evening cold. Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,
The short liv'd beauties fade away. So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows ; Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
With lustre brighter far shall shine,
Safe from diseases and decline.
If Heaven will recompense our pains ;
If firm the word of God remains !
THE BENEDICITE PARAPHRASED.
Be all your praise bestow'd !
And saw that all was good.
Ye angels that, with loud acclaim,
And hail'd th’eternal King;
And touch the tuneful string.
To fix his awful throne;
Oh! make His praises known!
With us your voices raise ;
Hymns of eternal praise. Celestial orb !--whose pow'rful ray Opes the glad eyelids of the day,
Whose influence all things own;
As thine the paler moon.
With him the song pursue;
The light he lends to you.
To Him your praises yield ;
And crowns the laughing field.