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Crown'd with that majesty which form'd the world,
And the grand rebel flaming downward hurld.
Virtue, dominion, praise, omnipotence,
Support the train of their triumphant prince.
A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright,
Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light.
Night shades the folemn arches of his brows,
And in his check the purple morning glows.
Where'er serene he turns propitious eyes,
Or we expect, or find a paradise :
But if resentment reddens their mild beams,
The Eden kindles, and the world's in flames.
On one hand knowledge shines in purest light,
On one the sword of justice fiercely bright.
Now bend the knee in sport, present the reed,
Now tell the scourg'd impostor he shall bleed!

But oh! ye sons of men, exalt your voice,
And bid the soul thro' all her pow’rs rejoice :
Mercy, his darling, in his bosom found,
Scatters ambrosial odours all around;
Unbends his brow, and mitigates his frown,
And sooths his rage, and melts his thunder down.
My thoughts are chang’d; now man exalt thine eye,
In thy dread Judge thy dear Redeemer spy;
Ev’n Judas struggles his dispair to quell;
Hope almost blossoms in the shades of hell.

Thus glorious thro' the courts of heav'n, the source
Of life and death eternal bends his course ;
Loud thunders round him roll, and light’nings play,
Th'angelic host is rang’d in bright array:
Some touch the string, some ftrike the founding shell,
And mingling voices with rich concert swell,
Voices seraphic, bleft with such a strain,
Could satan hear, he were a god again :
All heav’n shines forth, in all her pomp compleat,
For God himself, magnificently great.

Triumphant King of glory! foul of bliss !
What a stupendous turn of fate is this?
O! whither art thou rais'd above the scorn
And indigence of him in Bethlem born,
A needy, helpless, unaccounted guest,
And but a second to the fodder'd beast ?


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How chang'd from him who meekly prostrate laid,
Vouchsaf'd to wash the feet himself had made?
From him who was betray'd, forsook, deny'd,
Wept, languilh’d, pray’d, bled, thirsted, groan'dand dy'd;
Hung pierc'd and bare, insulted by the foe,
All heav'n in tears above, earth unconcern'd below!

And was't enough to bid the fun retire ?
Why did not nature at thy groan expire?
I see, I hear, I feel the pangs divine,
The world is vanilh'd -- I am wholly thine.

Miftaken Caiaphas! ah! which blafphem'd,
Thou or thy pris'ner? which shall be condemn'd?
Well mightít thou rend thy garments, well exclaiin,
Deep are the horrors of eternal flame !
But God is good! 'tis wondrous all! ev'n he
Thou gav'st to death, shame, torture, died for thee.

Now the descending triumph stops its flight
From earth full twice a planetary height.
There all the clouds, condens’d, two columns raise
Distinct with orient veins and golden blaze.
One fix'd on earth, and one on sea, and round
Its ample foot the swelling billows found.
Thele en immeasurable arch support,
The grand tribunal of this awful court.
Sheets of bright azure, from the purest sky,
Stream from the crystal arch, and round the columns fly..
Death .wrapt in chains low at the basis-lyes,
And on the point of his own arrow dies.

Here high enthron'd th' eternal Judge is plac'd,
With all the grandeur of his Godhead grac'd ;
Stars on his robes in beauteous order meet,
And the fun burns beneath his dreadful feet.

Now an archangel, eininently bright,
From off his silver staff of wondrous height,
Unfurls the Christian flag, which waving flies,
And shuts and opens more than half the skies :
The cross so strong a red, it sheds a stain, .
Where'er it floats, on earth, in air, or main ;
Flushes the hill, and sets on fire the wood,
And turns the deep-dy'd ocean into blood.

Oh formidable glory ! dreadful bright!
Reiulgent torture to the guilty sight.


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Ah turn, unwary muse, nor dare reveal
What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell.
Say not, (to make the sun shrink in his beam),
Dare not affirm, they wish it all a dream
Wish, or the souls may with their limbs decay,
Or God be spoild of his eternal sway;.
But rather, if thou know's the means,

unfold How they with transport may the scene behold.

Ah how ! but by repentance, by a mind
Quick and severe its own offence to find ?
By tears, and groans, and never-ceasing care
And all the pious violence of prayer !
Thus then, with fervency till now unknown,
I cast my heart before th' eternal throne,
In this great temple, which the skies surround,
For homage to its Lord, a narrow. bound.

• Othou! whose balance does the mountains weigh, • Whose will the vast tumultuous leas obey ; " Whose breath can turn those watry worlds to flamez. • That flame to tempeft, and that tempeft tame;

Earth's meanest fon, with trembling, proftrate falls, • And on the plenty of thy goodness calls.

• Ah! give the winds all part offence to fweep, • To scatter wide, and bury in the deep : • Thy pow'r, my weakness, may I ever see, ' And wholly dedicate my soul to thee.

Reign o'er my will; my passions ebb and flow • At thy command, nor human motive know!! • If anger boil, let anger be my praise, . And sin the graceful indignation raise. . My love be warm to fuccour the distress'd, • And lift the burden from the soul oppress’d.

Oh! may my understanding ever read

This glorious volume, which thy wisdom made ! " Who decks the maiden spring with flow’ry pride? " Who calls forth fummer like a sparkling bride ? • Who joys the mother-autumn's bed to crown? . And bids old winter lay her honours down? • Not the great Ottoman, or greater Czar,

Not Europe's arbitress of peace and war.

May sea and land, and earth and heav'n be join'd, To bring th’ eternal Author to my mind !.

· When

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" When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll,

May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my soul; • When earth's in bloom, or planets proudly shine, • Adore my heart the majesty divine.

• Thro' every scene of life, or peace, or war,

Plenty, or want, thy glory be my care ! • Shine we in arms? or sing beneath our vine? • Thine is the vintage, and the conquest thine : " Thy pleasure points the shaft, and bends the bow; • The cluster blasts, or bids it richly flow; • 'Tis thou that lead'lt our powerful armies forth, And giv'st great Anne thy sceptre o'er the north. Grant I may ever, at the morning ray, Open with pray'r the confecrated day; • Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise,

And with the mounting sun ascend the skies? • As that advances, let my zeal improve, • And glow with ardour of consummate love ; « Nor cease at eve, but with the setting fun . My endless worship shall be still begun.

• And Oh! permit che gloom of folemn night • To facred thought may forcibly invite.

When this world's fhut, and awful planets rise, • Call on.our minds, and raise them to the skies ; • Compofe our souls with a less dazzling fight, s And shew all nature in a milder light; How every boistrous thought in calm subsides ! • How the smooth'd spirit into goodness glides ! « O how divine ! to tread the milky way, " To the bright palace of the Lord of day; • His court admire, or for his favour sue, . Or leagues of friendship with his faints renew ; • Pleas'd to look down, and see the world allcep, • While I long vigils to its founder keep.

• Canst thou not shake the centre ? Oh controul, • Subdue by force the rebel in my soul : • Thou who canft still the raging of the flood, • Restrain the various tumults of my blood; : Teach me with equal firmness to sustain • Alluring pleasure and affaulting pain. • O may I pant for thee in each desire ! • And with strong faith foment the holy fire !

6. Stretch

Stretch out my soul in hope, and grasp the prize, “ Which in eternity's deep bosom lyes !

At the great day of recompence behold, • Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold ! « Then, wafted upward to the blissful feat, . From age to age my grateful song repeat;

My light, my life, my God, my Saviour fees, * And rival angels in the praise of thee.

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HE book unfolding, the resplendent feat

Of saints and angels, the tremendous fate
Of guilty souls, the gloomy realms of woe,
And all the horrors of the world below,
I next presume to sing : what yet remains
Demands my last, but most exalted strains..
And let the muse or now affect the sky,
Or in inglorious shades for ever lye,
She kindles, she's inflam'd so near the goal ;
She mounts, she gains upon the starry pole;
The world grows less as she pursues her flight,
And the fun darkens to her diftant light.
Heav'n opening, all its facred pomp displays,
And overwhelms her with the rushing blaze!
The triumph rings ! archangels shout around !
And echoing nature lengthens out the sound !

Ten thousand trumpets now at once advance ;
Now deepest filence lulls the vast expanse;
So deep the filence, and so strong the blast,
As nature died, when she had groan'd her last.
Nor man nor angel moves; the Judge on high
Looks round, and with his glory fills the sky :
Then on the fatal book his hand he lays,
Which high to view supporting seraphs re
In solemn form the rituals are prepar'd,
The seal is broken, and a groan is heard,

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