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For man he taught the glorious sun to roll
From his bright barrier to his western goal.

How ther shall man, thus insolently proud, Plead with his Judge, and combat with his God? How from his mortal mother can he come Unstain'd from sin, untinctur'd from the womb ?

The Lord, from his sublime empyreal throne, As a dark globe regards the silver Moon; Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain, Are but the humblest sweepings of his train; Dim are the brightest splendours of the sky, And the Sun darkens in Jehovah's eye. But does not sin diffuse a fouler stain, And thicker darkness cloud the soul of man? Shall he the depths of endless wisdom know? This short-liv'd sovereign of the world below ? His frail original confounds his boast, Sprung from the ground, and quicken'd from the dust.

Pitt.

THE SONG OF MOSES IN THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER

OF EXODUS PARAPHRASED. Then to the Lord the vast triumphant throng Of Israel's sons, with Moses, rais'd the song. To God our grateful accents will we raise, And ev'ry tongue shall celebrate his praise : Behold display'd the wonders of his might! Behold the Lord triumphant in the fight! With what immortal fame and glory grac'd! What trophies rais'd amid the wat'ry waste ! How did his power the steeds and riders sweep Ingulf'd in heaps, and whelm'd beneath the deep!

Whom should we fear, while he, Heaven's awful
Unsheaths for Israel his avenging sword ? (Lord,
His outstretch'd arm, and tutelary care,
Guarded and sav'd us in the last despair :
His mercy eas'd us from our circling pains,
Unbound our shackles, and unlock'd our chains.
To him, our God, our father's God, we'll rear
A sacred temple, and adore him there
With vows and incense, sacrifice and prayer.
The Lord commands in war : his matchless

might
Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight:
By him the war the mighty leaders form,
And teach the hovering tumult where to storm.
His name, O Israel, Heaven's eternal Lord,
For ever honour'd, reverenc'd, and ador'd.

When to the fight, from Egypt's fruitful soil,
Pour'd forth in myriads all the sons of Nile;
The Lord o'erthrew the courser and the car,
Sunk Pharaoh's pride, and overwhelm'd his war.
Beneath th' encumber'd deeps his legions lay,
For many a league impurpling all the sea :
The chiefs, and steeds, and warriors whirl'd

around, Lay midst the roarings of the surges drown'd. Who shall thy power, thou mighty God, with

stand, And check the force of thy victorious hand ? Thy hand, which, red with wrath, in terror rose, To crush that day thy proud Egyptian foes. Struck by that hand, their drooping squadrons fall, Crowding in death; one fate o'erwhelms them all

Soon as thy anger charg'd with vengeance came, They sunk like stubble crackling in the flame.

At thy dread voice the summond billows crowd,
And a still silence lulls the wondering flood :
Roll'd up, the crystal ridges strike the skies,
Waves peep o'er waves, and seas o'er seas arise.
Around in heaps the listening surges stand,
Mute and observant of the high command.
Congeald with fear attends the watry train,
Rous'd from the secret chambers of the main.

With savage joy the sons of Egypt cried,
(Vast were their hopes, and boundless was their
Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, (pride)
This servile nation, and divide the spoil;
And spread so wide the slaughter, till their blood
Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood.
Oh! what a copious prey their hosts afford,
To glut and fatten the devouring sword!

As thus the yawning gulf the boasters pass'd, At thy command rush'd forth the rapid blast, Then, at the signal given, with dreadful sway, In one huge head roll'd down the roaring sea ; And now the disentangled waves divide, Unlock their folds, and thaw thy frozen tide. The deeps, alarm'd, call terribly from far The loud embattled surges to the war, Till her proud sons astonish'd Egypt found Cover'd with billows, and in tempests drown'd. | What god can emulate thy power divine, Or who oppose his miracles to thine ? When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Thy trembling foes confess their fear and shame; The world attends thy absolute command, And Nature waits the wonders of thine hand; That hand, extended o'er the swelling sea, The conscious billows reverence and obey,

O'er the devoted race the surges sweep,
And whelm the guilty nation in the deep.
That hand redeem'dus from our servile toil,
And each insulting tyrant of the Nile:
Our nation came beneath that mighty hand,
From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's sacred land.
Thou wert their guide, their Saviour, and their

God,
To smooth the way, and clear their dreadful road,
The distant kingdoms shall thy wonders hear,
The fierce Philistines shall confess their fear;
Thy fame shall over Edom's princes spread, i
And Moab's kings, the universal dread;
While the vast scenes of miracles impart
A thrilling horror to the bravest heart.
As through the world the gathering terror runs,
Canaan shall shrink, and tremble for his sons :
Till thou hast Jacob from his bondage brought,
At such a vast expense of wonders bought,
To Canaan's promis'd realms and bless'd abodes,
Led through the dark recesses of the floods.
Crown'd with their tribes shall proud Moriah rise,
And rear his summit nearer to the skies.
Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy boundless

i power, Thy throne shall stand when time shall be no more: For Pharaoh's steeds and cars, and warlike train, Leap'd in, and boldly rang'd the sandy plain : While in the dreadful road, and desert way, The shining crowds of gasping fishes lay; Till, all around with liquid toils beset, The Lord swept o'er their heads the wat'ry net, He freed the ocean from his secret chain, And on each hand discharg'd the thund’ring main

The loosen'd billows burst from every side,
And whelm the war and warriors in the tide;
But on each hand the solid billows stood,
Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood;
Till the bless'd race to promis'd Canaan passid,
O'er the dry path, and trod the watery waste.

Pitt.

THE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINTH PSALM

PARAPHRASED. O DREAD Jehovah! thy all-piercing eyes Explore the motions of this mortal frame, This tenement of dust: thy stretching sight Surveys the harmonious principles, that move In beauteous rank and order, to inform This cask, and animated mass of clay. Nor are the prospects of thy wond'rous sight To this terrestrial part of man confin'd; But shoot into his soul, and there discern The first materials of unfashion'd thought, Vet dim and undigested, till the mind, Big with the tender images, expands, And, swelling, labours with th’ ideal birth. Where'er I move, thy cares pursue my feet Attendant. When I drink the dews of sleep, Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there enjoy A sweet forgetfulness of all my toils, Unseen, thy sov'reign presence guards my sleep, Wafts all the terrors of my dreams away, Sooths all my soul, and softens my repose, Before conception can employ the tongue, And mould the ductile images to sound; Before imagination stands display'd,

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