That man fhall flourish like the trees The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below. But he whose bloffom buds in guilt. And like the rootlefs ftubble toft, Before the sweeping blast. i For why? that God the good adore 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, Yet fure thofe ills that wring my foul Sure Thou, Almighty, canft not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, But if I muft afflicted be, To fuit fome wife defign; Then, man my foul with firm refolves 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; *** 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 Thou giv'ft the word: Thy creature, man, |