But if thou countest the Sum-total o'er,
Not to be fo, will coft a great deal more.
1 'TWAS by an Order from the Lord,
The ancient Prophets spoke his Word;
His Spirit did their Tongues infpire,
And warm'd their Hearts with heav'nly Fire.
2 The Worksand Wonders whichtheywrought,
Confirm'd the Meffages they brought;
The Prophet's Pen fucceeds his Breath,
To fave the holy Words from Death.
3 Great God! mine Eyes with Pleasure look
On the dear Volume of thy Book;
There my Redeemer's Face I fee,
And read his Name who dy'd for me.
4 Let the falle Raptures of the Mind
Be loft and vanifh in the Wind:
Here I can fix my Hope secure;
This is thy Word, and muft endure.
HE great Creator gave to Brutes the Light Of Senfe and natural Instinct, that might Conduct them in a fenfual Life; by this They fteer their Course, and very rarely miss Their inftituted Rule, nor yet reject
Its Guidance, or its Influence neglect:
But the Creator's great Beneficence
Gave unto Man, befides the Light of Senfe,
The nobler Light of Reafon, Intellect,
And Confcience, to govern and direct
His Life and Actions, and to keep at Rights
The Motions of his fenfual Appetite:
But wretched Man unhappily deserts
His Maker's Inftitution, and perverts
The End of all his Bounty, proftitutes
His Reason unto Luft; and fo pollutes
His noble Soul, his Reason, and his Wit:"
And Intellect, that in the Throne should fit,
Muft lacky after Luft, and so fulfil
The baseCommands and Pleasure of her Will:
And thus the human Nature's great Advance
Becomes its greater Ruin, doth inhance
Its Guilt; while Judgment, Reason, Wit
Improve thofe very Sins, it doth commit.
Dear Lord, thy Mercy furely muft o'erflow,
That pardons Sins, which from thy Bounty
IGOD moves in a mysterious Way
his Wonders to perform:
He plants his Footfteps in the Sea,
and rides upon the Storm.
2 Judge not the Lord by feeble Senfe,
but trust him for his Grace:
Behind a frowning Providence
he hides a finiling Face.
His Purposes will ripen faft,
unfolding ev'ry Hour:
The Bud may have a bitter Tafte,
but sweet will be the Flow'r.
4 Blind Unbelief is fure to err,
and scan his Work in vain: God is his own Interpreter, and he will make it plain.
HYMN CCCIII.
TWO Heav'ns a right contented Man
One here, and one hereafter to be found: One in his own meek Bofom, here on Earth, And one in Abraham's, at his future Birth.
I THOU great and facred Lord of all,
of Life the only Spring,
Creator of unnumber'd Worlds,
immenfely glorious King:
2 Drive from the Confines of my Heart
Impenitence and Pride;
Norlet me in erroneous Paths,
with thoughtlets Idiots glide.
3 Whate'er thy all-defcerning Eye
fees for thy Creature fit,
I'll blefs the Good, and to the Ill,
contentedly submit.
4 With humane Pleasure let me view
the Profp'rous and the Great;
Malignant Envy let me fly,
with odious Self-conceit.
5 Let not Dispair nor curs'd Revenge
be to my Bofom known;
Oh give me Tears for others Woe,
and Patience for my own.
6 Feed me with neceffary Food,
I ask not Wealth nor Fame:
But give me Eyes to view thy Works,
and Sense to praise thy Name.
7 And when thy Wisdom thinks it fit
to shake my troubled Mind,
Preferve my Reason with my Griefs,
and let me not repine.
8 May still my Days obscurely pass,
without Remorse or Care;
And let me for the parting Hour,
my trembling Ghost prepare.
All ye glorious Works of God!
unite your cheerful Lays;
Ye bear a Maker's Stamp divine,
refound that Maker's Praise.
2 Ye Seraphs, and ye Cherubims!
your facred Choir apply,
And chaunt celeftial Airs to him,
who fits enthron'd on high.
3 Ye Sons terrestrial! all extol,
in grateful, dulcet Sounds,
That bleft Similitude divine,
who heals your mortal Wounds.
4 His sweet inestimable Grace inceffantly implore,
That he your devious Steps may guide
to the eternal Shore.
5 Thou Sun! when first thou ftreak'ft the Eaft with thy impurpled Rays,
Or when high Noon thou climb'ft, or fall'st, exalt thine Author's Praise.
6 Thou filv'ry Regent of the Night!
in various Style proclaim,
(As thou thy various Forms renew❜ft)
his celebrated Name.
7 Thou fairest of the Virgin Stars!
laft in the Train of Night,
Or when thou crown'ft the radiant Morn, adore the God of Light.
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