mountains smoke, and the forests tremble at thy approach, the fummer and winter, the fhady night, and the bright revolutions of the day, are thine.

These are thy glorious works, parent of good;
Almighty, thine this univerfal frame:

Thus wond'rous they; thyfelf how wond'rous then!

But O what muft thy effential majefty and beauty be, if thou art thus illuftrious in thy works! If the discoveries of thy power and wisdom are thus delightful, how tranfporting are the manifeftations of thy goodnefs! From thee every thing that lives receives its breath, and by thee are all upheld in life. Thy providence reaches the least infect; for thou art good, and thy care extends to all thy works. Thou feedeft the ravens, and doft provide for the young lions their prey Thou scatterest thy bleffings with a liberal hand on thy whole creation; man, ungrateful man, largely partakes thy bounty. Thou caufeft the rain to defcend, and makeft thy fun to fhine on the evil and unthankful; for thou art good, and thy mercy endureth forever.

As the creator and preserver of men, thou art gloriously manifeft; but, oh! how much more gloriously art thou revealed, as reconciling ungrateful enemies to thyself by the blood of thy eternal Son! Here thy beneficence displays its brighteft fplendor; here thou doft fully difco

ver thy most magnificent titles, the LORD, the LORD GOD, merciful and gracious, long suffering and abundant in goodness. "How unsearchable are thy ways, and thy paths past finding!" Infinite depths of love never to be expreffed by human language! And yet, fhould man be filent, the stones themselves would speak, and the mute creation find a voice to upbraid his ungrateful folly.

I. THAT was a wonder-working word,
Which could the vaft creation raise !
Angels attendant on their Lord,
Admir'd the plan and fung his praise:

2. From what a dark and fhapeless mafs,
All nature fprang at his command!
Let there be light, and light there was,
And fun, and stars, and fea, and land.

3. With equal fpeed the earth and feas,
Their mighty Maker's voice obey'd;
He fpake, and ftrait the plants and trees,
And birds and beafts, and man were made.

4.

But man,
the Lord and crown of all,
By fin his honor foon defac'd;
His heart (how altered fince the fall!)
Is dark, deform'd, and void, and wafte.

5. The new creation of the foul,

Does now no less his power display;
Than when he form'd the mighty whole,
And kindled darkness into day.

6. Tho' felf-deftroy'd, O Lord, we are,
Yet let us feel what thou canft do ;
Thy word the ruin can repair,
And all our hearts create anew.

The Storm.

BUT what means that murmur? Alas, a ftorm is coming on; darkness is invading the whole face of nature; God is bringing the winds out of his treasures; they rife higher ftill; the trees feel their influence; they shake, they bow their lofty heads: how their leaves and branches are fcattered 'tis well if their crackling ftumps escape an overthrow. But I expect a more awful appearance on the ocean.Surprising more fo than any fscene that ever ftruck my alarmed eye. See how the furges rife ! what mountainous billows fwell and roll! what hideous caverns gape! Sheets of water are separated and carried to a diftance! How do the waves lash yonder rocks! How widely do they fpread upon the more level strand !—What will become of thofe veffels which I faw a little while ago failing fo fmoothly upon that sea of glass? amazing if they can live amidft fo vaft a confufion! How will they climb thofe precipices? how will they emerge, when buried in tfiofe watery graves? See one poor bark, as it were, hangsupon the broken wave.

O how much is to be learned by a ftorm! It is God that raiseth the ftormy wind, which lifteth up the waves of the fea; they mount up to heaven, they go down to the depths. How awful are the exhibitions of the Almighty! What wonders of judgment and mercy his word produces! The ftormy winds fulfil his word. O how dreadful to fall into the hands of God, with whom is fuch terrible majefty! Sinners may think lightly of his wrath, and dismifs the thought with an apprehenfion that they fhall be wife enough to efcape, or hardy enough to ride out the raging blaft: But, O that they did but fee with clearnefs, and confider with that seriousness, which the matter calls for! Doft thou, indolent, infolent finner, imagine thou canft contend with God, or cope with Omnipotence? Try thy power in some smaller matters; ftop the fun in its rapid progrefs; bring back the feafons and invert them; bid the flowers fpring up in winter, or drive in the feverities of froft and fnow upon the harveft ; or do but command thefe winds to ceafe, which rage with fuch impetuous fury. If thou canst not preferve thy body from dropping into the grave, and render it immortal, how canft thou keep the foul from finking into hell? Does many a hardy mariner who before feemed neither to fear God, nor regard man, tremble like a leaf when shaken by the wind, and is he even at his wits end in this tumult of the ocean? what then will the finner do, when God fhall call forth all his wrath and how will the now obdurate mif

Creant be able to ftand when the whole ftorm of vengeance fhall be fent against him, and beat upon him with a fury and power which eye never faw, and heart never felt? He may now like Leviathan, laugh at the shaking of the fpear, and the fword may be to him as rotten wood, when brandifhed in the threatenings of the Almighty; but when these threatenings come to be executed, and the spear enters into his very heart, and pierces his very marrow, whither, O whither will he fly, or, how will he endure.

But, bleffed be God, there is a covert from fuch storms, fweet character of the bleffed Redeemer! if none can abide the day of God's wrath, when the cedars of Lebanon are torn from their roots, and the rocks are thrown down before him, hide me, O hide me; with uplifted hands, a melted heart, and flowing eyes, I intreat thee hide me in the hollow of thy hand, in thy fuffering and bleeding heart. Do the birds of the air, and the beasts of the field from an inftinct of na ture, foresee the apppoaching shower, and make hafte to the retreat? let my hopes waft me on wings of faith to thy bleffed felf, who calleft thyfelf a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempeft.

1. THO' the morn may be ferene,
No threat'ning cloud be feen;
Who can undertake to fay
'Twill be pleasant all the day?