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THE MAJESTY, THE POWER, THE JUSTICE, AND
MERCY OF GOD.
ARISE, O God, assume thy might!
Shall proud oppressors still unawed devour, Ştill trample on the poor man's right,
And lewdly scorn thy power?
When roaring from the western deep
The black-wing’d tempests rush,
The inundations gush;
So swept away shall be
Nor honour pay to thee.
But, О ye just, with rapture raise
With sacred awe and holy mirth
The God whose mercy knows no end,
The helpless orphan's sire;
Is still a wall of fire.
When thou, O God, didst march before
Then shook old earth:-The sky
Shot lightnings from on high ; The rapid Jordan bared his bed, The ocean saw his God and fled, The lofty cliffs of Sinai nod
(God. And tremble at the presence of their thundering
The Lord Jehovah gave the word,
And loud the tribes resound,
Lay scatter'd o'er the ground:
The tender virgin train.
Thousands of angels at thy gate,
And great archangels stand,
Great Lord, thy dread command !
With godlike honours clad, Captivity in captive chains
Triumphing thou hast led.
That thou mightst dwell with men below,
And be their God and King,
Shalt thou thy people bring:
Shalt thou the way prepare.
Lo! Egypt's kings and wisest men
Shall bend the duteous knee,
Shall stretch her hands to thee.
How mild thy mercies shine !
But ill resembles thine:
But ill resembles thine!
A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXLVIII.
O AZURE vaults! O crystal sky!
The world's transparent canopy,
Wing'd squadrons of the God of war,
Who conquer whosoe'er you are,
Great eye of all, whose glorious ray
Rules the bright empire of the day, 0, praise his name, without whose purer light Thou hadst been hid in an abyss of night.
Ye moon and planets, who dispense,
By God's command, your influence; Resign to him, as your Creator due, That veneration which men pay to you.
Fairest, as well as first, of things,
From whom all joy, all beauty springs; 0, praise the almighty Ruler of the globe, Who useth thee for his empyrean robe.
Praise him, ye loud harmonious spheres,
Whose sacred stamp all nature bears,
Ye watery mountains of the sky,
And you so far above our eye,
Ye dragons, whose contagious breath
Peoples the dark retreats of death, Change your fierce hissing into joyful song, And praise your Maker with your forked tongue.
Praise him, ye monsters of the deep,
That in the sea's vast bosom sleep;
Ye mists and vapours, hail and snow,
And you who through the concave blow, Swift executors of his holy word, [Lord. Whirlwinds and tempests, praise the Almighty
Mountains, who to your Maker's view
Seem less than molehills do to you, Remember how, when first Jehovah spoke, All heaven was fire, and Sinai hid in smoke.
Praise him, sweet offspring of the ground,
With heavenly nectar yearly crown'd; And, ye tall cedars, celebrate his praise, That in his temple sacred altars raise.
Idle musicians of the spring,
Whose only care's to love and sing, Fly through the world,and let your trembling throat Praise your Creator with the sweetest note.
Praise him, each savage furious beast,
That on his stores do daily feast:
Majestic monarchs, mortal gods,
Whose power hath here no periods, May all attempts against your crowns be vain! But still remember by whose power you reign.
Let the wide world his praises sing,
Where Tagus and Euphrates spring, And from the Danube's frosty banks, to those Where from an unknown head great Nilus flows.
You that dispose of all our lives,
Praise him from whom your power derives; Be true and just like him, and fear his word, As much as malefactors do your sword.
Praise him, old monuments of time;
0, praise him in your youthful prime; Praise him, fair idols of our greedy sense; Exalt his name, sweet age of innocence.
Jehovah's name shall only last,
When heaven, and earth, and all is pass'd : Nothing, great God, is to be found in thee, But unconceivable eternity.