Learns from this union of the rising whole,
The first, last purpose of the human soul;
And knows where faith, law, morals, all began,
All end in Love of God, and Love of Max.

THE

UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

POPE.

Deo opt. max.

FATHER of all! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great First Cause, least understood;

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind.

Yet gave me in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill!
And binding nature fast in fate,

'Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than hell to shun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,
: T'enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted

span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay:
If I am wrong, 0 teach

my

heart To find that better way!

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Mean though I am, not wholly so,

Since, quicken'd by thy breath; O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my

lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose ałtar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all being raise!

All nature's incense rise!

1

THE

INFINITE.

WATTS.

SOME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue,

Or harp of golden string,
That I may raise a lofty song

To our Eternal King.

Thy names, how infinite they be!

Great Everlasting One!
Boundless Thy might and majesty,

And unconfin'd Thy throne.

Thy glories shine of wondrous size,

And wondrous large Thy grace;
Immortal day breaks from Thine eyes,

And Gabriel veils his face,

Thine essence is a vast abyss,

Which angels cannot sound,
An ocean of infinities

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

D

The myst'ries of creation lie

Beneath enlighten'd minds;
Thoughts can ascend above the sky,

And fly before the winds.

Reason may grasp the massy hills,

And stretch from pole to pole,
But half Thy name our spirit fills,

And overloads our soul.

In vain our haughty reason swells,

For nothing's found in Thee
But boundless inconceivables,

And vast eternity.

THE

DAY OF JUDGMENT.

AN ODE.

WATTS.

WHEN the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury,
And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes

Rushing amain down,