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For all in these, the Saviour deigned to die!
To MR. WINCHESTER, On hearing his Introductory. Lecture on the Pro
phecies. HAPPY the man commission'd from above, To teach the world JEHOVAH's boundless love ;, His universal kingdom to proclaim, And spread abroad the Saviour's matchless fame. Hear it, ye mortals ! with unbounded joy, And let this grand event your noblest pow'rs employ.
Enlarge my pow'rs, my God, to comprehend,
nal rest. Lord,thou hast said. Surely, I quickly come,' Amen, so come, Lord Jesus, take us home.
A FAVORITE HYMN.
COMPOSED BY MR. THORLEY.
O FOR a sweet inspiring ray
To animate our feeble strains,
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns.
Adoring saints and angels fall;
His smiles their bliss, their heaven, their all.
While sounding Hallelujah's rise,
Through all the regions of the skies.
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Resound his everlasting praise.
The UNIVERSAL CONCERT.
PRAISE to the Lord who arch'd the sky,
Is the sweet sound that wakes my tongue ;. Praise to the Lord who dwells on high, Shall finish the delightful song.
Bright heay'ns above, your Builder's name Resound though ev'ry shining coast;
Our God a vaster praise will claim, Where he unfolds his glories most.
Angels, who his great orders bear, And ye that guard the flaming throne,
Sweeping your golden harps, appear Ardent to sound his high renown.
Fair unexhausted fount of day, Bright trophies to thy Maker rear,
Thy broadest blaze is scarce a ray Of what his boundless glories are.
Our God, pale'empress of the night, Exacts his debt of praise from you ;
If faint your beams, yet they can write, In fainting strokes his honors too.
Ye starry orbs, to whom 'tis givin, Night's dreary horrors to illume;
Praise him, who hung you in his heav'n, To cheer the silent solemn gloom.
Ye deeps, with all the wieldless race, Peopling your wombs, his name adore;
Soft waft his praise, when smooth your face;, But sound it when your
Ye dragons of enormous size,
His fiery vengeance points your eyes,
Lightnings, that round th? Eternal play, Thunders, that from his arm are hurl'd ;
Lectures of dreadful strain convey, Breaking or blazing on the world..
Let moulded hail, let fleecy snow,
: Conspire to spread our God's renown;
Snows, you must waft it soft and slow, While hail in tempest bears it down.
Vapours, when you ascend the skies, Glitt'ring in splendors not your own ;
Let praise on your wet plumes arise, And send it upwards to the throne.
Whirlwinds, that with tempestuous rage, Jehovah's dire commands fulfil ;
In this unbounded work engage, And loud and stormy be
Tall craggy rocks with lofty sound, Publish your Maker's praise abroad ;
And each inferior hill around, In gentler echoes teach their God.
Praise him ye trees, with verdure crown'd, And hung with fruits of various die ;
From the low shrub that creeps the ground, To cedars waving in the sky.
Roar out his praise, ye beasts of prey,
And let the tamer kine essay
Ye birds of various-painted wing,
Reptiles and insects aim to sing,
Monarchs possess'd of boundless rule, Vicegerents of th’ Eternal King ;