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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, Still trample on the poor man's right, And lewdly scorn thy power?
When roaring from the western deep
As then the whirling chaff is driven,
All who despise the laws of Heaven,
But, O ye just, with rapture raise
Who round the meek afflicted just,
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
And tremble at the presence of their thundering
The Lord Jehovah gave the word,
And loud the tribes resound,
And with their purple spoils are crown'd
Thousands of angels at thy gate,
Triumphing thou hast led.
That thou mightst dwell with men below,
Lo! Egypt's kings and wisest men
But, awful Sovereign! who can stand
Thy mercies far, oh, far above
A mother's ever watchful love
But ill resembles thine!
A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXLVIII.
O AZURE vaults! O crystal sky!
The world's transparent canopy,
Break your long silence, and let mortals know
Let echoing anthems make his praises known
O, praise his name, without whose purer light
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; O, 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, Who did all forms from the rude chaos draw, And whose command is the' universal law: Ye watery mountains of the sky, And you so far above our eye, Vast ever moving orbs, exalt his name, Who gave its being to your glorious frame. 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;
At whose command the foaming billows roar,
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,
Whose only care's to love and sing,
Whose power hath here no periods,
May all attempts against your crowns be vain!
And from the Danube's frosty banks, to those
Praise him from whom your power derives;
Praise him, old monuments of time;
When heaven, and earth, and all is pass'd: