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For he within the gloomy deeps
Within due bounds the mighty ocean keeps, Its dark foundations cast,
And in their watery cavern awes the deeps : And rear'd the pillars of the earth
Shook by that voice, the nodding groves around Amid the watery waste.
Start from their roots, and fly the dreadful sound. Who shall ascend his Şion's hill,
The blasted cedars low in dust are laid,
And Lebanon is left without a shade. 'Who from his sacred shrine shall breathe
See! when he speaks, the lofty mnountains crowd, The sacrifice of prayer ?
And fly for shelter from the thundering God:
Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance, He only whose unsully'd soul
And in wild measures lead th' unwieldy dance. Fair virtue's paths has trod,
His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire, Who with clean hands and heart regards Back from the blast ihe shrinking fames retire. HỊis neighbour and his God.
Ev’n Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks, On him shall his indulgent Lord
With all his Savages the desert stakes.
At the dread sound the hinds with fear are stung, From God his Saviour shall descend
And in the lonely forest drop their young, All blessings on his head.
While in his hallow'd temple all proclaim of those who seck his righteous ways
His glorious honors, and adore his name, Is this the chosen race,
High o'er the foaming sirtges of the sea Who bask in all his bountcous smiles,
He sits, and bids the listening deeps obey : And flourish in his grace.
He reigns o'er all; for ever lasts his power
Till nature sinks, and time shall be no more. Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,
With strength the sons of Israel shall he bless, With hasty reverence rise ;
And crown our tribes with happiness and peace. Ye everlasting doors! who guard The passes of the skies.
$ 20. Psalm 46th paraphrased. Pitt.
On God we build our sure defence,
In God our hope repose :
Ilis hand protects us in the fight,
And guards us from our woes.
Then, be the Earth's unwieldy frame
Froin its foundation hurl'd,
We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy
The ruins of the world.
What though the solid rocks be rent,
In tenipests whirld away?
What though the hills shall burst their roots, Decides the conquest, and suspends
And roll into the sea ? The balance of the fight.
Thou Sea, with dreadful tumults swell,
And bid thy waters rise
In furious surges, till they dash
The flood-gates of the skics. The passes of the skies.
Our minds shall be serene and calm, Swift from your golden hinges leap,
Like Siloal's peaceful flood ; Your barriers roll away,
Whose soft and silver streams refresh Now throw your blazing portalș wide,
The City of our Gov. And burst the gates of day;
Within the proud delighted waves For see! the King of Glory comes
The wanton turrets play; Along th' ethercal road :
The streams lead down their humid train, The cherubs through your folds shall bear
Reluctant to the sea. The triumphs of their God.
Amid the scene the temple floats, Who is this great and glorious King?
With its reflected towers, Oh! 'tis the God, whose care
Gilds all the surface of the flood, Leads on his Israel to the field,
And dances to the shores. Whose power control the war.
With wonder see what mighty power
Our sacred Sion cheers,
Her God, her God appears !
Bencath the wings of God.
See! how their weakness to proclaim, | Rous'd from the Aattering dream of life,
To sleep within the grave.
The rapid moments pass,
And leave poor man, for whom they run, His terrors to display,
The emblern of the grass. With all the melting globe of earth,
In the first morn of life it grows, Drops silently away.
And lifts its verdant head;
At noon decays, at evening dies,
And withers in the mead.
We in the glories of thy face,
Our secret sins survey,
And see how gloomy those appear, Hither, ye nuncrous nations, crowd,
How pure and radiant they. In silent rapture stand,
To death as our appointed goal And see o'er all the earth display'd
Thy anger drives us on: The wonders of his hand.
To that full period fix'd at length He bids the din of war be still,
This tale of life is donc. And all its tuinults cease ;
With winged spced, to stated bounds He bids the guiltless trumpet sound
And liinits we must fly, The harmony of peace.
While seventy rolling suns complete He breaks the rough reluctant bow,
Their circles in the sky. He bursts the brazen spear,
Or if ten more around us roll, And in the crackling fire his hand
"Tis labor, woe, and strife, Consumes the blazing car.
Till we at length are quite drawn down Hlear then his formidable voice,
To the last dregs of life. “ Be still, and know the Lord:
But who, O Lord, regards thy wrath, “ By all the heathen I'll be fear'd;
Though dreadful and severe?
That wrath, whatever fear he feels,
Is equal to his fear. Securely we resort ;
So teach us, Lord, to count our days, For refuge fly to Jacob's God,
And eye their constant race, Our succour and support.
To measure what we want in time,
By wisdom, and by grace. $21. Psalın goth paraphrased. Pitt. With us repent, and on our hearts Tuy hand, O Lord, through rolling years
Thy choicest graces shel, Has sav'd us from despair,
And shower from thy celestial throne From period down to period stretch'd
Thy blessings on our head. The prospects of thy care.
Oh! may thy mercy crown' us here, Before the world was first conceivid,
And coine without delav; Before the pregnant earth
Then our whole course of life will seem Callid forth the niountains from her womb,
One glad triumphant day. Who struggled to their birth;
Now the blest years of joy, restore, Eternal God! thy early days
For those of grief and strife, Beyond duration run,
And with one pleasant drop allay Ere the first race of Meeting time
This bitter draught of life. Was measur'd by the Sun,
Thy wonders to the world display, We die; but future nations hear
Thy servants to adorn, Thy potent voice again,
That may delight their future sons, Rise at the summons, and restore
And children yet unborn; The perish'd race of man.
Thy beams of Majesty diffuse, Before thy comprchensive sight
With them thy great commands, Duration fleets away;
And bid prosperity attend
The labors of our hands.
$22. Psalm 144th paranhrased. Pitt. The longest #ra is a night;
Aly soul, in raptures rise to bless the Lord, A period is an hour.
Who taught my hands to draw the fatal sword, We at thy mighty call, O Lord,
Led by his arm, undaunted I
appear Our fancy d beings leave',
In the first rauks of death, and front of war
He taught me first the pointed spear to wield, Pild up with plenty let our barns appear, And now the glorious harvest of the field. And burst with all the Seasons of the Year; By hin inspir'd, from strength to strength I pass'd, Let pregnant flocks in every quarter bleat, Plung'd through the troops, and laid the battle and drop their tender young in every street.
In him my liopes I center and repose, (waste. Safe from their labors may our oxen come, He guards my life, and shields me from my focs. Sase may they bring the gather'd summer home. He held his ample buckler o'er my head, Oh! may no sighs, no scams of sorrow flow, And screen’d me treinbling in the mighty shade: To stain our triumphs with the tears of woe. Against all hostile violence and power,
Blest is the nation, how sincerely blest! Jle was my sword, my bulwark, and my tower. Of such unbounded happiness possest, lle o'er mny people will maintain my sway, To'whoni Jehovah', sacred name is known, And teach my willing subjects to obey. Who claim the God of Isracl for their own.
Lord! what is man, of vile and hunuble birth, Sprung with his kindred repıiles from the carth, That he should thus thy secret counsels share?
$ 23. The 34 Chapter of J. Pitt. Or what his son, who challenges thv care.? Jop curs'd his birth, and bade his curses flow Why does thine eye regard this nothing, man? In words of grief, and eloquence of woe: His life a point, his measure but a span? Lost be that day which dragg'd me to my doom, The fancy'd pageant of a moment made, Recent to life, and struggling from the womb; Swift as a dream, and fleeting as a shade. Whose beams with such malignant lustre shone,
Comciathy power, and leaveth'ethereal plain, Whence all my years in anxious circles run.
Touch'd by thy hands, the laboring hills ex- Nor rouse fronı sleep the sedentary sun,
Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, night
roam, Their hands are impious, and their deeds profane; There may no ray, no glinipse of gladness come; They plead their boasted innocence in vain. No voice to cheer the solitary gloom,
Thy name shall dwell for ever on my tongue, May every star his gaudy light with-hold;
Oft has thy hand froin fight the monarch led, To that original my ills I owe;
Against strange children vindicate my cause, Why did not Fate attend me at my birth,
Safe had I slumber'd in the arms of peace; Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay, There with the mighty kings, who lie inrolld Polish'd, and tall, and sinooth, and fair as they. In clouds of incense, and in beds of gold :
There with the princes, who in grandeur shone, Flow then shall man, thus insolently proud, Andaw'd the trembling nations from the throne, Plead with his judge, and combat withi his God? Aflicted Job an equal rest must have,
How from his mortal mother can he come And share the dark retirement of the grave; Unstain'd from sin, untinctur'd from the womb? Or as a shapeless embryo seek the tomb,
The Lord, from his sublime empyreal thronc, Rude and iinperfect from the abortive womb: As a dark globe regards the silver moon. Ere motion's early principle began,
Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain, O: the dim substance kindled into man. [cease, Are but the humblest sweepings of his train,
There from their monstrous crimes the wicked Dim are the brightest spleudors of the sky;
This siiort-liv’d sovereign of the world below?
§ 25. The Song of Moses in the Fifteenth Chap
ler of Exodus, paraphrased. Pit. 0! with what joy the wretches yield their breath, And pant in bitterness of soul for death! Then to the Lord the vast triumphant throng As a rich prize the distant bliss they crave, Of Israel's sons, with Moses, rais’d the song. And find the glorious treasure in the grave.
To God our grateful accents will we raise, Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief And ev'ry tongue shall celebrate his praise: To conibat woe, and tread the round of grief, Behold display'd the wonders of luis might;, Whom in the toils of fate his God has bound, Behold the Lord triumphant in the fight ! And drawn the line of miseries around? With what immortal fame and glory grac'd!
When nature calls for aid, my sighs intrude, What trophies rais'd amid the watery waste! My tears prevent my necessary food:
How did his power the steeds and riders sweep Like a full stream o'ercharg'd my sorrows flow, Ingulph'd in hieaps,andwhelm'd beneathth deep! In bursts of anguish, and a tide of woe;
Whom should we fear, while he, heaven's awful
To him our God, our father's God, we'll rear
The Lord commands in war: his matchless $24. The 25th Chapter of Jol paraphrased.
Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight: They will vainman complain and inurmur still, By him the war the mighty leaders form, And stand on terms with his Creator's will? And teach the hovering tumult where to storm. Shall this high privilege to clay be given? His name, O Israel, heaven's eternal Lord, Shall dust arraign the providence of Heaven? For ever honord, reverenc'd, and ador'd. With reason's line the boundless distance scan? When to the tight, from Egypt's fruitful soil, Oppose Heav'n's awful majesty to man? Pour'd forth in myriads all the sons of Nile; To what a length his vast dimensions run! The Lord o'erthrew the courses and the car, How far beyond the journeys of the sun! Sunk Pharoah's pride, and overwhelm'd his war, He lung yon golden balls of light on high, Beneath th' encumber'd deeps his legions lay, And launch'd the planets through the liquid sky: For many a league impurpling all the sca: To rolling worlds he mark'd the certain space, The chiefs, and steeds, and warriors whirld Fix'd and sustain'd the elemental peace.
around, Unnumber'd as those worlds his armies move, Lay’midst the roarings of the surges drown'd. And the gay legions guard his realms above; Who shall thy power, thou mighty God, with High o'er th' ethereal plains the myriads rise,
stand, And pour their flaming ranks along the skies: And check the force of thy victorious hand? From theirbrightarmsincessant splendors stream, Thy hand, which red with wrath in terror rose, And the wide azure kindles with the gleam. Toʻcrush that day thy proud Egyptian foes.
'To this low world he bids the liglit repair, Struckbythat hand, their drooping squadrons fall, Down through the gulphs of undulating air; Crowding in death; one fate o'erwhelms them all. For man he taught the glorious sun to roll Soon as thy anger charg'd with vengeance came, From his bright barrier to his westem goal. They sunk like stubble crackling in the flame.
Althy dread voice the sunimon'd billows crowd, Till, all around with liquid toils beset,
The loosen'd billows burst from every side, Mute and obserant of the high comniand, And whelm the war and warriors in ihe tide; Congeal'd with fcar atiends the watery train, But on each hand the solid billows stood, Rous'd from the secret chambers of the main. Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood;
With savage joy the sons of Egypt cry'd, Till the blest race to proinis'd Canaan pass'd (Vast were their hopes, and boundless was their O'er the dry patlı, and trud the watery wasic. Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, (pride) This servile nation, and divide the spoil; And spread so wide the slaughter, till their blood $26. The 139th Psalm paraphrased. Pitt. . Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood. ODRHAD Jehovah! thy all-piercing eyes Oh! what a copious prey their hosts aflord, Explore the motions of this niortal frane, To glut and farten the devouring sword ! This tenement of dust : Thy stretching sight
As thus the yawning, gulf the boasters passid, Surveys the harmonious principles, that more At thy command rush'd forth the rapid blast, In beauteous rank and order, to inform Then, at the signal given, with dreadful sway, This cask, and animated mass of clay. In one luge heap roli'd down the roaring sea; Nor are the prospects of thy wond'rous sight And now the disentangled waves divide, To this terrestrial part of man contin'd; Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide, But shoot into his soul, and there discern The deeps alarm'd call terribly from far The first matcrials of unfashion'd thouglı, 'The loud, embattled surges to the war, Yet dim and undigested, till the mind, Till ber proud sons astonishi'd Egypt found Big with the tender images, expands, Cover'd with billows, and in tempests drown u. and, swelling, labors with thi' ideal birth.
What God can emulate thy power divine, Where'er I move, thy cares pursue ny feet Or who oppose his miracles to thine? Attendant. When I drink the dews of sleep, When jorful we adore thy glorious name, Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there cnjoy Thy trembling foes confess their fear and shame; A sweet forgetfulness of all my toils, The world attends tlıy absolute command, Unseen, thy sov'reign presence guards my sleep, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. Wafts all the terrors of my dreams away, That hand, extended o'er the swelling sea, Sooths all iny soul, and softens my ropose. The conscious billows reverence and obey, Before conception can employ the tongue, O'er the devoted race the surges swecp, And mould the ductile images to sound; And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. Before imagination stands display'd, That hand redeem'd us from our servile tuil, Thine eye ihe future eloquence can read, And each insulting tyrant of the Nile : Yet unarray'd with speech: Thou, mighty Lord! Our nation caine bencath that mighty hand, Hast moulded man tronı his congenial dust, From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's sacred land. And spoke him into being; while the clay, Thou wert their Guide, thcir Saviour, and their Beneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, inspir'd, God,
And started into life; through every part, To smooth the way,and clear their dreadful road. At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd. The distant kingdoms shall thy wonders hear, But such exalted knowledge leaves below, The fierce Philistines shall confess their fear; And drops poor man from its superior sphere. Thy fame shall over Edom's princes spread, In vein, with reason's ballast, would he try And Moab's kings, the universal dread; To stein thi' unfathomable depth : his bark While the vast scenes of miracles impart O'ersets, and founders in the vast abyss. A thrilling horror to the bravest heari. Then whither shall the rapid fancy run, As through the world the gathering terror runs, Thouglı in its full career, to spoed my flight Canaan shall shrink, and tremble for his sons : From thy unbounded presence? which, alone, Till thou hast Jacob from his bondage brought, Fills all the regions and extended At such a vast expence of wonders bought, Beyond the bounds of nature! Whither, Lord ! To Canaan's promis'd realms and blest abodes, Shall my unrein d imagination rove, Led through the dark recesses of the floods. To leave behind thy Spirit, and out-fly spread, Crown’d with their tribes shall proudMoriah rise, Its influence, which, with brooding wings outAnd rear his summit nearer to the skies. Hatch'd unflelg'd nature froin the dark profound! Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy bound- If mounted on iny tow'ring thoughts I climb
Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold Thythrone shallstandwhaitime shall be no more: The blaze of thy unclouded majesty! For Pharaoh's steeds, and cars, and warlike train, In the pure empyrean thee I view, Leap'd in, and boldly rang'd the sandy plain : Iligh thron'd above all height, thy radiant shrine While in the dreadful road, and desert way, Throng'd with the prostrate Seraphs, who receive The shining crowds of gusping fishes lay: Beatitude past utterance! If I plunge