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ADDRESS TO THE DEITY,-Merrick.
God of my health, whose tender care
First gave me pow'r to move,
The wonders of Thy love?
Dust of my parent earth,
And call’d me to the birth.
From Thee the parts their fashion took,
And, ere my life begun, Within the volume of Thy hook
Were written one by one.
The yet unfinish'd plan;
And form'd the future man.
Oh! may this frame, which rising grew
Beneath thy plastic hands, Be studious ever to pursue
Whate'er Thy will commands. The soul which moves this earthly load, :
Thy semblance let it bear, Nor lose the traces of the GOD,
Who stamp'd His image there.
Thou, who within this earthly shrine
Hast pour'd Thy quick’ning ray, Oh! let Thy influence on me shine,
And purge each mist away. With curious search let others ask
Through Nature's depth to see; Oh! teach my soul the better task,
To know itself and Thee.
Teach me to know how weak the mind,'
That yields to erring pride ;
Thy word its safest guide.
Religion's flame resign:
Compared, my God, to Thine
Keep in my soul the strong delight,
The hopes that in me rise,
The bliss that never dies.
That faith my whole employ;
And hope in fullest joy.
Where'er I turn my wakeful thought,
Unnumber'd foes I see;
But lead me safe to Thee.
Dissuasive step between;
And passions war within.
Yet fix'd on Thee, I lose each fear, ,
Each vain assault I brave;
Nor impotent to save.
And let them pass away
Or as a cloud by day.
Só while, in secret thought arraign'd,
O'er my past life I go,
To strike th' avenging blow:
My thankful heart declare, And joy to celebrate Thy praise,
Whose mercy deign'd to spare,
ON THE WORKS OF CREATION.
BEAUTY complete, and majesty divine, In all Thy works, ador'd Creator, shine. Where'er I cast my wond'ring eyes around, The God I seek in every part is found. Pursuing Thee, the flow'ry fields I trace, And read Thy name on ev'ry spire of grass. I follow Thee thro' many a lonely shade, And find Thee in the solitary glade. I meet Thee in the kind refreshing gale, That gently passes thro' the dewġ vale. The pink, the jasmin, and the purple rose, Perfum'd by Thee, their flagrant leaves disclose, The feather'd choir, that welcome in the spring, By Thee were taught their various notes to sing. By Thee the Morning in her crimson vest And ornaments of golden clouds is drest. The Sun, in all his splendour, wears Thy beams, And drinks in light from Thy exhaustless streams. The Moon reveals Thee by her glimm’ring ray; Unnumber'd Stars Thy glorious paths display. Amidst the solemn darkness of the night, The thoughts of God my musing soul delight. Thick shades and night Thy dread pavilion form; In state Thou rid'st upon the flying storm; While Thy strong hand its fiercest rage restrains, And holds the wild unmanag'd winds in reins. What sparklings of Thy majesty appear, When thro' the firmament swift lightnings glare?
When peals of thunder fill the skies around,
And while I here Thy faintest shadows trace,
HAIL sacred volume of eternal truth!
Lead me, my KING! my SAVIOUR! and my
God! Through all those paths thy sainted servants trod! Teach me thy twofold nature to explore, Copy the human, the Divine adore.