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Learns from this union of the rising whole,
Deo opt. max.
FATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou great First Cause, least understood;
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind.
Yet gave me in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill!
'Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than heav'n pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
Yet not to earth's contracted
When thousand worlds are round.
Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay:
heart To find that better way!
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
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!
SOME seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue,
Or harp of golden string,
To our Eternal King.
Thy names, how infinite they be!
Great Everlasting One!
And unconfin'd Thy throne.
Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large Thy grace;
And Gabriel veils his face,
Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
The myst'ries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
And fly before the winds.
Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole,
And overloads our soul.
In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee
And vast eternity.
DAY OF JUDGMENT.
WHEN the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rushing amain down,