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When the loud trumpet shall assemble round
Meanwhile, thou great Intelligence supreme,
Who spend in peaceful love your joyful hours,
Though all thy attributes, divinely fair,
This led, Creator mild! thy gracious hand, When formless Chaos heard thy high command; When, pleas'd, thy eye thy matchless works re
view'd, And goodness placid spoke that all was good.
Nor only does in Heav'n thy goodness shine, Delighted Nature feels its warmth divine; The vital Sun's illuminating beam, The silver crescent, and the starry gleam, As day and night alternate they command, Proclaim that truth to every distant land.
See smiling Nature, with thy treasures fair, Confess thy bounty and parental care; Renew'd by thee, the faithful seasons rise, And earth with plenty all her sons supplies. The generous lion, and the brindled boar, As nightly through the forest walks they roar, From thee, Almighty Maker, seek their prev, . Nor from thy hand unsated go away:
To thee for meat the callow ravens cry,
revive! On Virtue's acre, as on Rapine's stores, See Heav'n impartial deal the fruitful show'rs: 'Life's common blessings all her children share, Tread the same earth, and breathe a general air; Without distinction boundless blessings fall, And goodness, like the Sun, enlightens all.
Oh man! degenerate man! offend no more: . Go, learn of brutes thy Maker to adore. Shall these through every tribe his bounty own, Of all his works ungrateful thou alone! Deaf when the tuneful voice of mercy cries, And blind when sov'reign Goodness charms the
eyes! Mark how the wretch his awful name blasphemes, His pity spares--his clemency reclaims. Observe his patience with the guilty strive, And bid the criminal repent and live; Recal the fugitive with gentle eye, Beseech the obstinate he would not die. Amazing tenderness-amazing most, The soul on whom such mercy should be lost!
But wouldst thou view the rays of goodness join In one strong point of radiance all divine, Behold, celestial Muse! yon eastern light; To Bethlehem's plain, adoring, bend thy sight;
Hear the glad message to the shepherds given,
Redemption! oh thou beauteous mystic plan,
Advance, thou hopeless mortal, steeld in guilt, Behold, and if thou canst, forbear to melt! Shall Jesus die thy freedom to regain, And wilt thou drag the voluntary chain ? Wilt thou refuse thy kind assent to give, When dying he looks down to bid thee live? Perverse, wilt thou reject the proffer'd good, Bought with his life, and streaming in his blood, Whose virtue can thy deepest crimes efface, Re-heal thy nature, and confirm thy peace?
Can all the errors of thy life atone,
O bless'd Redeemer! from thy sacred throne,
Nor only to thy church confine thy ray, O'er the glad world thy healing light display; Fair Sun of Righteousness! in beauty rise, And clear the mists that cloud the mental skies; To Judah's remnant, now a scatter'd train, Oh, great Messiah! show thy promis'd reign; O'er Earth as wide thy saving warmth diffuse, As spread the ambient air, or falling dews; And haste the time when, vanquish'd by thy pow'r, Death shall expire, and sin defile no more.
His Rectitude. HENCE distant far, ye sons of Earth profane, The loose, ambitious, covetous, or vain! Ye worms of pow'r! ye minion'd slaves of state, The wanton vulgar, and the sordid great! But come, ye purer souls, from dross refin'd, The blameless heart and uncorrupted mind! Let your chaste hands the holy altars raise, Fresh incense bring, and light the glowing blaze, Your grateful voices aid the muse to sing The spotless justice of the Almighty King!,