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Whatever horrid monsters tread

The paths beneath the sea,
Their king at awful distance dread,

And Tullenly obey.
O Lord, how far extends thy name !

Where'er the sun can roll,
That fun thy wonders shall proclaim ;

Thy deeds from pole to pole.

5. Be Peace by Each implor'd on thee, O Salem, while with bended knee

To Jacob's God we pray: How blest, who calls himtelf thy Friend ! Success his labour shall attend, And safety guard his way.

6. O mayst thou, free from hostile fear, Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,

Nor war's wild wastes deplore : Alay Plenty nigh thee take her stand, And in thy courts with lavish hand Distribute all her store.

7. Seat of my Friends and Brethren, hail ! How can my togue, O Salem, fail

To bless thy lov'd abode? How cease the zeal that in me glow's Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose

The mansion of my God ?

§ 16. The 8tb Psalm translated,

CHRISTOPHER Pirr. OKING eternal and divine !

The world is thine alone : Above the stars thy glories shine,

Above the heavens thy throne.
How far extends thy mighty naine !

Where'er the sun can roll,
That sun thy wonders Thall proclaim,

Thy deeds from pole to pole.
The infant's tongue fhall speak thy power,

And vindicate thy laws;
The tongue that never spoke before,

Shall labour in thy cause.
For when I lift my thoughts and eyes,

And view the heavens around,
Yon stretching waste of azure skies,

With ftars and planets crown'd; Who in their dance attend the Moon,

The emprefs of the night,
And pour around her silver throne

Their tributary light:
Lord! what is mortal man ? that he

Thy kind regard thould thare ?
What is his son, who claims from thee,

And challenges thy care ? Next to the blest Angelic kind,

Thy hands created inan, And this inferior world aflign'd

To dignify his span,
Him all revere, and all obey

His delegated reign;
The flocks that through the valley stray,

The herds that graze the plain.
The furious tiger speeds his flight,

And trembles at his power; In fear of his fuperior might,

The lions cease to roar.

§ 17. Pfalm the 24ib parapbrased. Pitt. FAR as the world can stretch its bounds,

The Lord is king of all,
His wondrous power extends around

The circuit of the ball.
For he within the gloomy decps

Its dark foundations caít,
And rear'd the pillars of the earth

Amid the watery waste.
Who shall ascend his Sion's hill,

And see Jehovah there?
Who from his sacred shrine shall breathe

The sacrifice of prayer?
He only whose unsully'd soul

Fair virtue's paths has trod,
Whu with clean hands and heart regards

His neighbour and his God.
On him shall his indulgent Lord

Diffusive bounties Thed ;
From God his Saviour shall descend

All blessings on his head.
Of those who seek his righteous ways

Is this the chosen race,
Who baik in all his bountcous (miles,

And fourish in his grace,
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,

With hatty reverence rite ;
Ye everlasting doors, who guard

The pailes of the skies,
Swift from your golden hinges lcap,

Your barriers roll away,
Now throw your blazing portals wide,

And burft the gates of day.
For fee! the King of glory comes

Along th’ ethereal road :
The cherubs through your folds Mall bear
The triumphs of your

Who is this great and glorious King!

Oh! 'tis the Lord, whose might
Decides the conqueft, and suspends

The balance of the fight.
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors!

With hasy reverence rile;
Ye everlasting doors ! who guard

The pasis of the skies.
Swift from your golden hinges leap,

Your barriers roll away,
Now throw your blazing portals wide,
And burst the gates of day i


For see! the King of Glory comes

Within the proud delighted waves Along th' ethereal road :

The wanton turrets play;
The cherubs through your folds shall bear The streams lead down their humid train,
The triumphs of their God.

Reluctant to the Sea.
Who is this great and glorious King ? Amid the scene the temple floats,
Oh! 'tis the God, whose care

With its reflected towers,
Leads on his Ifrael to the field,

Gilds all the surface of the flood, Whose power controuls the war.

And dances to the lhores.

With wonder see what mighty power $ 18. Psalm 29tb. Pitt.

Our sacred Sion cheers, YE mighty princes, your oblations bring,

Lo! there amidst her stately walls, And pay due honours to your awful King;

Her God, her God appears.
His boundless power to all the world proclaim, Fixt on her basis we shall stand,
Bend at his shrine, and tremble at his name.

And, innocently proud,
For hark! his voice, with unresisted sway,
Rules and controuls the raging of the Sca;

Smile on the tumults of the world,
Within due bounds the mighty ocean kceps,

Beneath the wings of God.
And in their watery cavern awes the deeps : See! how their weakness to proclaim,
Shook by that voice, the nodding groves around

The heathen tribes engage!
Start from their roots, and fly the dreadful sound. See ! how with fruitless wrath they burn,
The blasted cedars low in duft are laid,

And impotence of rage ! And Lebanon is left without a shade.

But God has spoke; and lo! the world, See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains crowd,

His terrors to display, And Ay for thelter from the thundering God :

With all the melting globe of earth,
Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance,

Drops filently away.
And in wild measures lead th’unwieldy dance.
His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire,

Still to the mighty Lord of hosts
Back from the blast the shrinking flames retire.

Securely we refort; Evin Cades trembles when Jehovah spcaks,

For refuge fly to Jacob's God,

Our succour and support.
With all his Savages the desert shakes.
At the dread found the hinds with fear are ftung, Hither, ye numerous nations, crowd,
And in the lonely forest drop their young;

In ảlent rapture stand,
While in his hallow'd temple all proclaim

And see o'er all the earth display'd His glorious honours, and adore his name.

The wonders of his hand,
High o'er the foaming furges of the sea He bids the din of war be still,
He tits, and bids the listening deeps obey :

And all its tumults ceale;
He reigns o'er all; for ever lasts his power, He bids the guiltless trumpet found
Till nature finks, and time shall be no more. The harmony of peace.
With strength the sons of Israel shall he bless,
And crown our tribes with happiness and

He breaks the tough reluctant bow,

He bursts the brazen spear,

And in the crackling fire his hand § 19. Psalm 461b faraphrased. Pitt.

Consumes the blazing car. ON God we build our fure defence,

Hear then his formidable voice, In God our hope repote :

“ Be ftill, and know thc Lord; His hand protects us in the fight, And guards us from our woes.

“ By all the hcathen I'll be fcard;

“ By all the carth ador'd.” Then, be the earth's unwicłdy frame From its foundations hurl'd,

Still to the Mighty Lord of hosts We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy

Securely we refort; The ruins of the world.

For refuge fly to Jacob's God,

Our succour and lupport. What though the solid rocks be rent,

In tempcfts whirl'd away?
What though the hills should burst their roots, $20. Psalm goth paraphrased. Pitt.

And roll into the Sea:
Thou sea, with dreadful tumults swell,

THY hand, O Lord, through rolling years

Has fav’d us from despair,
And bid t'ay waters rile
In furious surges, till they dath

From period down to period itretch'd

The prospects of thy care.
The flood-gates of the skies.
Our minds shall be serene and calm,

Before the world was first conceiv'd,
Like Siloah's peaceful food;

Before the pregnant earth Whofe foft and silver streams refresh

Call'd forth the mountains from her woinb, The City of our God.

Who tirugg'cd to their birth;



Eternal God! thy early days

Now the bleft years of joy restore, Beyond duration run,

For those of grief and Itrife, Ere the first race of startling time

And with one pleasant drop allay Was measur'd by the Sun.

This bitter draught of life. We dic; but future nations hcar

Thy wonders to the world display, Thy potent voice again,

Thy fervants to adorn, Rise at the summons, and restore

That may delight their future fons, The perith'd race of man.

And children yet unborn; Before thy comprehensive fight,

Thy beams of Majesty diffuse, Duration fleets away;

With them thy great commands, And rapid ages on the wing,

And bid prosperity attend Fly swifter than a day.

The labours of our hands.
As great Jehovah's piercing eyes

Eternity explore,
The longest æra is a night;

$21. Psalm 1441b paraphrased. Pitt. A period is an hour. We at thy mighty call, O Lord,

Who taught myhands to draw the fatal tword; Vur fancy'd beings leave,

Led by his arm, undaunted I appear Rous'd from the flattering dream of life,

In the first ranks of death, and front of war. To sleep within the grave.

He taught me first the pointed spear to wield,

And mow the glorious harveft of the field. Swift from their barrier to their goal

By him infpir'd, from strength to strength I paft, The rapid moments pass,

Plung'd through the troops, and laid the battle And leave poor man, for whom they run,

In him my hopes I centre and repose, (waste. The emblem of the grass.

He guards iny life, and thields me from my foes. In the first morn of life it grows,

Hc held his ample buckler o'er my head, And lifts its verdant head;

And screen’d me treinbling in the mighty shade: At noon decays, at evening dies,

Against all hoftile violence and power, And withers in the mead.

He was my sword, my bulwark, and my tower. We in the glories of thy face

He o'er my people will maintain my sway, Our secret sins survey,

And teach my willing subjects to obey. And fec how gloomy those appear,

Lord! what is man, of vile and humble birth, How pure and radiant they.

Sprung with his kindred reptiles from the earth,

That he should thus thy sucret counsels share ? To death as our appointed goal

Or what his son, who challenges thy care ?. Thy anger drives us on;

Why does thinc eye regard this nothing, man? To that full period fix'd at length

His life a point, his measure but a span? This tale of life is done.

The fancy'd pageant of a moment inade, With winged speed, to stated bounds

Sirift as a dream, and fleeting as a shade. And liinits we must fly,

Come in thy power, and leaveth'ethereal plain, While feventy rolling funs complete

And to thy harness'd tempest give the rein; Their ciicles in the sky.

Yon tarry arch bend beneath the load,

So loud the charioi, and to great the God! Or if ten inore around us roll,

Soon as his rapid wheels Jehovah rolls, 'Tis labour, woe, and Atrife,

The folding skies shall tremble to the poles : Till we at length are quite drawn down

Heaven's gaudy Axle with the world thall fall, To the last dregs of life.

Leap from the centie, and unhinge the ball. But who, O Lord, regards thy wrath,

Touch'd bythyhands,the labouring hillsexpireTM Though dreadful and fevere?

Thick clouds of linokc, and deluges of fire; That wrath, whatever fear he fecis,

On the tall groves the red destroyer preys, Is equal to his fear.

And wraps th'eternal mountains in the blaze: So teach us, Lord, to count our days,

Full on my foes may all thy lightnings fly, And eye their constant race,

On purple pinions through the glooniy sky. To measure what we want in time,

Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, By wisdom, and by grace.

Down from the heaven of heavens thy bright

abode, With us repent, and on uur hearts

And shield me from my foes, whose towering pride Thy choicest graces shed,

Lowers like a storm, and gathers like a tide: And shower from thy celestial throne

Against strange children vindicate my cause, Thy blessings on our head.

Who curle thy name, and trample on thy laws; Oh! may thy mercy crown us here,

Who fear not vengeance which they never felt, And come without delay;

Train'd to blafpheine, and eloquent in guilt: Then cur whole course of life will seem Their hands are impious, and their deeds profane; Onc glad triumphant day.

They plead their boalted innuccnce in vain.


Thy name shall dwell for ever on my tongue, May every star his gaudy light with-hold,
And guide the facred numbers of my long; Nor through the vapour shoot his beamy gold .
To thee my Mufe shall confecrate her lays, Nor let the dawn with radiant skirts come on,
And every note shall labour in thy praise; Tipp'd with the glories of the rising fun;
The hallow'd theme thall teach me how to sing, Because that dreadful period fix'd iny doom,
Svei co the lyre, and tremble on the string. Norical'd the dark receiics of the wonb.

Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led, To that original my ills I owe;
When death flew raging, and the battle bled ; Heir of affliction, and the lon of woc.
And inatch'd the servant in the latt despair Oh ! had I dy'd unexcrcis'd in pain,
From all the riling tumult of the war.

And wak'd to life, to fleep in death again!
Against strange children vindicate my cause, Why did not Fare attend me at my birth,
Who curse thy name, and trample on thy laws; And give me back to my congenial carth)
That our fair fons may smile in early bloom, Why was I, when an infant, tooth’d to rest,
Our fans, the hopes of all our years to come: Lull'd on the knce, or hung upon the breaft?
Like plants that nurs’d by fostering Ahowers arise, For now ihe grave would all my cares composc,
And if their spreading honours to the skies : Conceal my forrows, and inter my woes :
That our chaste daughters may their charms There wrapp'd and leck'd within his cold embrace,

Safe had I llumber'd in the arms of peace;
Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay, There with the mighty kings, who lie inrollid
Polithid, and tall, and smooth, and fair as they. In clouds of incente, and in beds of gold :

Pil'd up with plenty let our barns appear, There with the princes, who in grandeur shone.
And burti with all the Seasons of the Year; Andau 'd the trembling nations from the throne,
Let pregnant flocks in every quarter blcat, Afficed Job an equal rest must have,
And drop their tender young in every street.

And share the dark retirement of the grave;
Safe from their labours may our oxen come, Or as a thapelers embryo lock the tomb,
Safe may they bring the gather'd summer home. Rude and imperfect from the abortive womb:
oh may no sighs, no streams of sorrow flow, Ere motion's early principle began,
Tofain our triumphs with the tears of woe. Or the dim substance kindled into man. ccare,
Bicts'd is the nation, how sincerely bless’d!

There from their monstrous crimes the wicked Of such unbounded happiness poffefsid, Their labouring guilt is weary'd into peace; To whom Jehovah's facred naine is known, There blended sleep the coward and the brave; Who claim the God of Israel for their own. Stretch'd with his lord, the undistinguish'd tlave

Enjoys the common refuge of the grave.

An equal lot the mighty victor Mares, $22. The 34 Chapter of Job. Pitt.

And lies amidst the captives of his wars; OB curs’d his birth, and bade his curses flow The fame in death, nor leflen'd by their chains.

With his, those captives mingle their remains, In words of grief, and eloquence of woe; Lost be that day which dragg’d me to my doom, Why curft to bear the painful light of day?

Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray ? Recent to life, and struggling from the womb; Whose beams with tuch malignant luftre thone, And pant in bitternefs of foul for death!

0! with what joy the wretches yield their breath, Whence all my years in anxious circles run. Loft be that night in undetermin’d space,

As a rich prize the distant bliss they crave,

And find the glorious treasure in the grave. And veil with deeper Shades her gloomy face, Which crowded up with woes this blender span, To combat woe, and read the round of grief,

Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief While the dull mass rose quick’ning into man.

Whom in the toils of fate his God has bound, O'er that curs’d day let sable darkness rise, Shrowd the blue vault, and blacken all the skies;

And drawn the line of iniseries around? May God o'erlook it from his heavenly throne,

When nature calls for aid, my sighs intrude, Nor roule from Icep the fedentary fun,

My tears prevent my necessary food : O'er its dark face to shed his genial ray,

Like a full ftrcam o'ercharg'd my sorrows flow, And warm to joy the melancholy day.

In bursts of anguilh, and a tide of woe; May the clouds frown, and livid poisons breathe, Pours like a roaring torrent on my head.

For now the dire affliction which I fled, And stain heaven's azure with the shade of death; My terrors still the phantom view'd, and wrought May ten-fold darkness from that dreadful The dreadful image into every thought :

night Seize and arrest the straggling gleams of light;

At length pluck'd down, the fatal stroke I feel, To pay due vengeance for its fatal crime,

And lose the fancy'd in the real ill.
Srill be it banith'd from the train of time ;
Nor in the radiant lift of months appear,

$ 23. The 25th Chapter of yob parapbrafed.

Рітт. To stain the shining circle of the Year : There through her dulky range may silence THEN will vain man complain and murmur fill, roam,

And stand on terms with his Creater's will? There may no ray, noglimpse of gladness comci Shall this high privilege to clay be given? No voice to cheer the folitary gloom.

Shall dust araign the providence of Heaven?

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With reason's line the boundless distance scan? When to the fight, from Egypt's fruitful foil,
Oppose heaven's awful majesty to man? Pour'd forth in myriads all the fons of Nile;

To what a length his vast dimensions run! The Lord o'erthrew the courser and the car,
How far beyond the journeys of the fun! Sunk Pharaoh's pride, and overwhelm'd his far,
He hung yon golden balls of light on high, Beneath th'cncumber'd deeps his legions lay,
And launch'd the planets through the liquid sky: For many a league impurpling all the sea :
To rolling worlds he inark'd the certain space, The chiefs, and steeds, and warriors whirl'd
Fix'd and sustain'd the elemental peace.

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 rile,

stand, And pour their flaming ranks along the skies : And check the force of thy victorious hand ? From their bright arins inceffant fplendors stream, Thy hand, which red with wrath in terror rose, And the wide azure kindles with the gleam. To crush that day thy proud Egyptian focs.

To this low world he bids the light repair, Struck by that hand, their droopingsquadrons 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 western goal. They funk like itubble crackling in the flame.

How then thall man, thus insolently proud, At thy dread voice the fummond billows crowd, Plead with his judge, and combat with his God? And áftill silence lulls the wondering food : How from his mortal mother can he come Roll'd up, the crystal ridges strike the skies, Unstain'd from fin, untinctur'd from the womb? Waves peep o'er waves, and feas o'er feas arise.

The Lord, from his fublime empyreal throne, Around in heaps the listening surges ftand, As a dark globe regards the filver moon. Mute and observant of the high command. Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain, Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train, Are but the humbler sweepings of his train; Rous'd from the fecret chambers of the main. Dim are the brightest splendors of the sky; With lavage joy the fons of Egypt cry'd, And the sun darkens in Jehovah's eye.

(Vast were their hopes, and boundless was their But does not sin diffuse a fouler stain,

Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, (pride) And thicker darkness cloud the soul of man? This servile nation, and divide the spoil; Shall he the depths of endless wisdom know? And spread so wide the Naughter, till their blood This short-liv’d sovereign of the world below? Dyes with a stronger red the blufhing flood. His frail original confounds his boast, [dust

. Oh! what a copious prey their hosts afford, Sprung from the ground, and quicken'd from the To glut and faiten the devouring sword !

As thus the yawning gulf the boasters pats’d,

At thy coinmand rush'd forth the rapid blast. § 24. The Song of Mofes, in the Fifteenth Chap- Then, at the fignal given, with dreadful Tivar, ter of Exodus, paraphrased. Pitt.

In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring tea ; THEN to the Lord, the vast

triumphant throng And now the ditentangled waves divide, of Israel's fors, with Mofes, rais’d the song Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide. To God our grateful accents will we raise, The deeps alarm'd call terribly from far And every tongue shall celebrate his praité : The loud, embattled surges to the war; Behold display'd the wonders of his might ; Till her proud fons astonish'd Egypt found Behold the Lord triumphant in the fight! Cover'd with billows, and in tempests dron n'd. With what immortal fame and glory grac'd ! What God can emulate thy power divine, What trophies rais d amid the watery waste! Or who oppose his miracles to thinc? How did his power the steeds and riders fiveep When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Bugulph'd in hcaps, and whelm'd beneath the deep! Thy trembling foes confcts their fear and shame. Whom should we fear, while he, heaven's awful The world attends thy absolute command, L'nthcaths for Israel his avenging fivord? (Lord, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. His outstretch'd arm, and tutelary care, That hand, extended o'er the swelling fca, Guarded and lav'd us in the latt despair : The conscious billows reverence and obey. His mercy eas'd us froin our circling pains, O'er the devoted race thc surges Tweep, Unbound our Mackles, and unlock'd our chains. And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. To him our God, our father's God, we'll rear That hand redecin'd us from our servile toil, A facrcd tcmple, and adore him there

And cach insulting tyrant of the Nile: With vows and incenso, facrifice and prayer. Our nation came beneath that inighty hand, The Lord cominands in war : his matchlets From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's facred land. might

Thou werttheirGuide,thcir Saviour,and:heirGod, Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight : To imooth the way, and clear the dreadful road. Bv him the war the mighty leaders form, The distant kingdoms ihall thy wonders hcar, And teach the hovering tumult where to storm. The fierce Philistines shall confess their fear; His name, O Tirael, heaven's cternal Cord, Thy fame shall over Edom's princes sprvad, For ever honour'd, reverenc'd, and ador'd. And Moab's kings, the univerlal drcad ;


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