That man fhall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow;

The fruitful top is spread on high,

And firm the root below.

But he whose bloffom buds in guilt.
Shall to the ground be caft,

And like the rootlefs ftubble toft,

Before the sweeping blast.

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For why? that God the good adore
Hath giv'n them peace and reft,
But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly bleft..

PRAYER,

Under the Preffure of Violent Anguish.

O THOU great Being! what Thou art

Surpaffes me to know:

Yet fure I am, that known to Thee

Are all Thy works below.

Thy

Thy creature here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;

Yet fure thofe ills that wring my foul
Obey Thy high beheft.

Sure Thou, Almighty, canft not act
From cruelty or wrath!

O, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!

But if I muft afflicted be,

To fuit fome wife defign;

Then, man my foul with firm refolves
To bear and not repine!

O THOU, the firft, the greatest friend

Of all the human race!

Whofe ftrong right-hand has ever been

Their ftay and dwelling-place!

Before

Before the mountains heav'd their heads

Beneath Thy forming hand,

Before this pond'rous globe itself,

Arofe at Thy command;

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That Pow'r which rais'd and ftill upholds

This univerfal frame,

From countless, unbeginning time

Was ever ftill the fame.

Those mighty periods of years

Which feem to us fo vast,

Appear no more before Thy fight
Than yesterday that's paft.

Thou giv'ft the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to existence brought;