For he within the gloomy deeps

Within dud bounds the mighty ocean keeps, Its dark foundations cast,

And in their watery cavern awes the deeps : And rear'd the pillars of the earth

Shook by that voice, the nodding groves around Amid the watery waste.

Start from their roots, and fly the dreadful sound. Who shall ascend his Sion's hill,

The blasted cedars low in dust are laid,
And see Jehovah there?

And Lebanon is left without a shade. 'Who from his sacred shrine shall breathe

Sce! when he speaks, the lofty mountains crowd, The sacrifice of prayer ?

And Aly for shelter from the thundering God:

Sirion and Lebanon like hinds advance, He only whose unsully'd soul

And in wild measures lead th' unwieldy dance. Fair virtue's paths has trod,

His voice, his mighty voice, divides the fire, Who with clean hands and heart regards Back from the blast the shrinking flames retire. His neighbour and luis God.

Evin Cades trembles when Jehovah speaks, On him shall his indulgent Lord

With all his Savages the desert slakes.
Diffusive bounties shed ;

| At the dread sound the hinds with fear are stung, From God his Saviour shall descend

And in the lonely forest drop their young, All blessings on his head.

While in his hallow'd teinple all proclaim
Of those who seck his righteous ways

His glorious honors, and adore his name,
Is this the chosen race,

High o'er the foaming sirtges of the sea
Who bask in all his bountcous smiles,

He sits, and bids the listening deeps obey : And flourish in his grace.

He reigns o'er all; for ever lasts his power

Till nature sinks, and time shall be no more. Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,

With strength the sons of Israel shall he bless, With hasty reverence rise ;

And crown our tribes with happiness and peace. Ye everlasting doors! who guard . The passes of the skies.

$ 20. Psalm 46th paraphrased. Pitt.

On God we build our sure defence,
Swift from your golden hinges leap,

In God our hope repose :
Your barriers roll away,
Now throw your blazing portals wide,

And guards us from our woes.
And burst the gates of day.

Then, be the Earth's unwieldy frame
For sec! the King of Glory comes

Froin its foundation hurl'd,
Along th' ethereal road :

We may, unmov'd with fear, enjoy
The cherubs through your folds shall bear

The ruins of the world.
The triumphs of their God.

What though the solid rocks be rent,
Who is this great and glorious King?

In tenipests whirl'd away?
Oh! 'tis the Lord, whose might

What though the hills shall burst their roots, Decides the conquest, and suspends.

And roll into the sea ?
The balance of the fight.

Thou Sea, with dreadful tumults swell,
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors !

And bid thy waters rise
With hasty reverence rice;

In furious surges, till they dash
Ye everlasting doors! who guard

The flood-gates of the skies.
The passes of the skies.

Our minds shall be serene and calm,

Like Siloah's peaceful flood;
Your barriers roll away, .

Whose soft and silver streams refreshi
Now throw your blazing portals wide,

The City of our God. And burst the gates of day;

Within the proud delighted waves For see! the King of Glory comes

The wanton turrets play; - Along th' ethercal road :

The streams lead down their humid train, 'The cherubs through your folds shall bear

Reluctant to the sea.
The triumphs of their God.

Amid the scene the temple floats,
Who is this great and glorious King?

With its reflected towers, Oh! 'tis the God, whose care

Gilds all the surface of the flood, Leads on his Israel to the field,

And dances to the shores. Whose power control the war.

With wonder see what mighty power
$ 19. Psalm 29th. Pitt.

Our sacred Sion cheers,
Ye mighty princes, your oblations bring, Lo! there amidst her stately walls,
And pay due honors to your awful King;

Her God, her God appears !
His boundless power to all the world proclaiin, Fist on her basis we shall stand,
Bend at his shrine, and tremble at his name. And, innocently proud,
For hark! his woice with unresisted sway, Smile on the tumulis of the world,
Rules and controls the raging of the sea;

Bencath the wings of God.

See!

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See! how their weakness to proclaim, Rous'd from the Aattering dream of life,
The heathen tribes engage!

To sleep within the grave. ,
See! how with fruitless wrath they burn, Swift from their barrier to their goal
And impotence of rage !

The rapid moments pass,
But God has spoke; and lo! the world, And leave poor man, for whom they run,
His terrors to display,

The emblern of the grass.
With all the melting globe of earth,

In the first morn of life it grows,
Drops silently away.

And lifts its verdant head;

At noon decays, at evening dies,
Suill to the mighty Lord of hosts

And withers in the mead.
Securely we resort;
For refuge fly to Jacob's Goul,

We in the glories of thy face,

Our secret sins survey, -
Our succour and support.

| And see how gloomy those appear, Hither, ye numerous nations, crowd,

How pure and radiant they.
In silent rapture stand,

To death as our appointed goal
And see o'er all the earth display'd

Thy anger drives us on:
The wonders of his hand.

To that full period fix'd at length
He bids the din of war be still,

This tale of life is done.
And all its tuinults cease;

With winged speed, to stated bounds
He bids the guiltless trumpet sound

1 And linits we must fly, The harmony of peace.

While seventy rolling suns complete
He breaks the rough reluctant bow,

Their circles in the sky.
He bursts the brazen spear,

Or if ten more around us roll,
And in the crackling fire his hand

"Tis labor, woe, and strife, Consumes the blazing car.

| Till we at length are quite drawn down }lear then his formidable voice,

To the last dregs of life. « Be still, and know the Lord:

But who, O Lord, regards thy wrathi, “ By all the heathen I'll be fear'd;

Though dreadful and severe? " By all the earth ador'd."

That wrath, whatever fear he feels,

Is equal to his fear.
Still to the mighty Lord of hosts
Securely we resort;

So teach us, Lord, to count our days,
For refuge fly to Jacob's God,

And eye their constant raoc,
Our succour and support.

To measure what we want in time,

By wisdom, and by grace. $21. Psalın goth paraphrased. Pitt. With us repent, and on our hearts . Thy hand, O Lord, through rolling years

Thy choicest graces shed,
Has sav'd us from despair,

And shower from thy celestial throne
From period down to period stretch'd

Thy blessings on our head.
The prospects of thy care.

Oh! may thy mercy crown' us here,
Before the world was first conceivid,

And coine without delav;
Before the pregnant earth

Then our whole course of life will seem
Callid forth the mountains froin her womb,

One glad triumphant day.
Who struggled to their birth;

Now the blest years of joy restore,
Eternal God! thy early days

For those of grief and strife,
Beyond duration run,

| And with one pleasant drop allay Ere the first race of Meeting time

This bitter draught of life.
Was measur'd by the Sun,

(Thy wonders to the world display, We dic; but future nations hear

Thy servants to adorn,
Thy potent voice again,

That may delight their future sons,
Rise at the summons, and restore

And children yet unborn;
The perish'd race of man.

Thy beams of Majesty diffuse,
Before thy comprehensive sight

With them thy great commands,
Duration flects away;

And bid prosperity attend
And rapid ages on the wing

The labors of our hands..
Fly swifter than a day.
As great Jehovah's piercing eyes
Eternity explore,

$ 22. Psalm 144th peranhrased. Pitt.! The longest æra is a night;

Aly soul, in raptures rise to bless the Lord, A period is an hour.

Who taught my hands to draw the fatal sword, We at thy mighty call, O Lord,

(Led by his arm, undaunted I appear Our fancy'd beings leave, In the first ranks of death, and front of war

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He taught me first the pointed spear to wield, 1 Pilid up with plenty let our barns appear, And now the glorious harvest of the field. And bursi with all the Seasons of the Year; By hin inspir'd, fronıstrength to strength I pass'd, | Let pregnant flocks in every quarter bleat, Plung'd through the troops, and laid the battle and drop their tender young in every street.

In him my hopes I center and repose, swaste. Sare from their labors may our oxen come, He guards my life, and shields nie from my focs. Sase may they bring the gather'd summer home. lle held his ample buckler o'er my head, Oh! may no sighs, no sirzams of sorrow flow, And screen'd me treinbling in the mighty shade: To stain our triumphs with the tears of woe. Against all hostile violence and power, | Blest is the nation, how sincerely blest : He was my sword, my bulwark, and my tower. Of sucli unbounded happiness possest, lle o'er my people will maintain my sway, Towhoni Jehovah': sacred name is known, And teach my willing subjects to obey.

Who claim the God of Israel for their own. Lord! what is man, ostile and humble birth, Sprung with his kindred repiiles from the carth, That he should thus thy secret counsels share?') $23. The 34 Chapter of Ja. Pitt. Or what his son, who challenges thv care? | Jos curs'd his birth, and bade his curses flow Why does thine eye regard this nothing, man? In words of gricf, and eloquence of woc: His life a point, his measure but a span? Lost be that day which dragg'd me to my doom, The fancy'd pageant of a moment made, Recent to life, and struggling from the womb; Swift as a dream, and fleeting as a shade. 1 Whose beams with such malignant lustre shone,

Comeiathy power, and leaveth'ethereal plain, Whence all my years in anxious circles run. And to thy liarness'd tempest give the rein; Lost bc that niglit in undetermin'd space, Yon starry arch shall bend berieath the load, And veil with dceper shades her gloomy face, So loud the chariot, and so great the God! Which crowded up with woos this slender span, Soon as his rapid wheels Jeliovali rolls, While the dull mass rose quick'ning into nian. The folding skies shall tremble to the poles: O'er that curs d day let sable darkness rise, Ileav'ns gaudy Axle with the world shall fall, Shroud the blue vault, and blacken all the skies; Leap from thic centre, and unbinge the bail. May God o'eriook it from his heavenly throne,

Touch'd by thy hands, the laboring hills ex- Nor rouse froni sleep the sedentary sun, Thick clouds of smoke, and deluges ot fire, (pire O'er its dark face to shed his genial ray, . On the tall groves the red destroyer preys, And warm to joy the melancholy day. And wraps th' eternal mountains in the blazc: May the clouds frown, and livid poisons breathe, Full on my fue; may all thy lightnings fly, And stain heaven's azure with the shade of death. On purple pinions through the glooniy sky. May ten-fold darkness from that dreadful

Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, night Down from the heavenofheavensthybrightabode, Seize and arrest the straggling gleams of light; And shield me from my foes, whose toweringpride To pay due vengeance for its fatal crime, ; Lowers like a storin, and gathers like a tide: Suill be it banish'd from the train of time; Against strange children vindicate my cause, Nor in the radiant list of months appear, Who curse thy naine, and trample on thy laws; To stain the shining circle of the year : Who fear not vengeance which they never felt, There through her dusky range inay silence Train'd to blasphere, and eloquent in guilt:

roam, Their hands are impious, and their deeds profane; There may no ray, noglinipse of gladness come; They plead their boasted innocence in vain. No voice to cheer the solitary gloom.

Thy name shall dwell for ever on my tongue, May every star his gaudy light with-hold;
And guide the sacred numbers of my song : Nor through the vapour shoot his beamy gold;
To thee my Muse shall consecrate her lays, Nor let the dawn with radiant skirts come on,
And every note shall labor in the praise; | Tipp'd with the glories of the rising sun ;
The hallow'd theme shall teach me how to sing, Because that dreadful period fix'd my doom,
Swell on the lyre, and tremble on the string. Nor seal'd the dark recesses of the wonub.

Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led, To that original my ills I owe;
When death few' raging, and the battle bled; lleir of affliction, and the son of woe.
And snateli'd the servant in the last despair .Oh! had I died unexercis'd in pain,
From all the rising tumult of the war.

And wak'd to life, to sleep in death again!
Against strange children vindicate my cause, Why did not Fate attend me at my birth,
Who curse thy name, and trample on thy laws; And give me back to my congenial earth?
That our fair sons may smile in early bloom, Why was I, when an infant, sooth'd to rest,
Our sons, the hopes of all our years to come: Lullid on the knee, or hung upon the breast!
Like plants that nurs'd by fostering showers arisc, For now the grave would all my cares compose,
And lift their spreading honors to the skies : Conccal my sorrows, and inter my woes :
That our chaste daughters may their charms 2 | Therewrapp'd and lock'd within his cold embraec,
display,

Safe had I slumber'd in the arms of peace; Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay, There with the mighty kings, who lie inrolld Polish'd, and tall, and sinooth, and fair as they.) In clouds of incense, and in beds of gold :

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There with the princes, who in grandeur shone, ! Ilow then shall man, thus insolently proud, Andaw'd the trembling nations from the throne, Plead with his judge, and combat withi his God? Aflicted Job an equal rest must have,

How from his mortal mother can he come And share the dark retirement of the grave; Unstain'd from sin, untinctur'd from the womb? Or as a shapeless embryo seek the tomb,

'The Lord, from his sublime empyreal throne, Rude and imperfect from the abortire womb: As a dark globe regards the silver noon.. Ere motion's early principle began,

Those stars, that grace the wide celestial plain, Or the dim substance kindled into nran. (ccase, Are but the humblest sweepings of his train,

There from their monstrous crimes the wicked Dim are the brightest spleudors of the sky; Their lalworing guilt is weary'd into peace; And the sun darkens in Jehovah's eve There blended sleep the coward and the brave; But does not sin diffuse a fouler stain, . Stretch'd with his lord, the undistinguish'dslave | And thicker darkness cloud the soul of man? Enjors the common refuge of the grave. Shall he the depths of endless wisdom know? An equal lot the inighty victor shares,

This siiort-liv'd sovereign of the world below? And lies amidst the captives of his wars; His frail original confounds his boast, [dust. With his, those captives iningle their remains, Sprung from the ground, and quicken'd from the The same in death, nor lessen'd by their chains. | Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray? Le Why cursid to bear the painful light of day?

$ 25. The Song of Moses in the Fifteenth Chapa 0! with what joy the wretches yiell their breath. I lot of Exodus, paraphrased. Pit. And pant in bitterness of soul for death!

Then to the Lord the vast triumphant throng As a rich prize the distant bliss they crave, of Israel's sons, with Moses, rais'd the song. And find the glorious treasure in the grave. To God our grateful accents will we raise, Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief And ev'ry tongue shall celebrate his praise: To combat woe, and tread the round of grief, Behold display'd the wonders of his might; W'hom in the toils of fate his God has bound, Behold the Lord triumphant in the fight! And drawn the line of miseries around? With what imınortal fame and glory grac'd!

When nature calls for aid, my sigiis intrude, What trophies rais'd amid the watery waste! My tears prevent my necessary food: . How did his power the steeds and riders sweep Like a full stream o'ercharg'd my sorrows flow, Ingulph'd in heaps,andwhelm'd bepeathihedeep! In bursts of anguish, and a tide of woe; Whom should we fear, while he, heaven's awful For now the dire affliction which I fled, L'osheaths for Israel his avenging sword? (Lord, Pours like a roaring torrent on my head. His outstretch'd arm, and tutelary care, Myterrors still, the phantom view'd, and wrought Guarded and sav'd us in the last despair: The dreadful image into every thought: His mercy cas'd us from our circling pains, At length pluck'd down, the fatal stroke I feel, Inbound our shackles, and unlock'd our chains. And lose the fancy'd in the real ill.

To him our God, our father's God, we'll rear ) A sacred temple, and adore him there | \lith vows and incense, sacritice and prayer. )

The Lord commands in war: his matchless $ 24. The 251h Chapter of Jol paraphrased.

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Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight: Thex will vainman complainand inurmur still, By him the war the mighty leaders forin, And stand on terins with his Creator's will. And teach the hovering tumult where to storm. Shall this high privilege to clay be given? His name, O Israel, heaven's eternal Lord, Shall dust arraign the providence of Heaven? For ever honor'd, reverenc'd, and ador'd. With reason's line the boundless distance scan? When to the tight, from Egypt's fruitful soil, Oppose Heav'n's awful majesty to man? Pour'd forth in myriads all the sons of Nile; To what a length his vast dimensions run! |The Lord o'erthrew the courses and the car, How far beyond the journeys of the sun! Sunk Pharoah's pride, and overwhelm'd his war, He hung yon golden balls of light on high, Beneath th' encumber'd deeps his legions lay, And launch'd the planets through the liquidsky: For many a league impurpling all the sea : To rolling worlds he mark'd the certain space, The chiefs, and steeds, and warriors whirl'd Fix'd and sustain'd the elemental peace.

around, Unnamber'd as those worlds his armies move, Lay 'midst the roarings of the sarges drown'd. And the gay legions guard his realms above; Who shall thy power, thou mighty God, with High o'er thi' ethereal plains the myriads rise,

stand, And pour their flaming ranks along the skies : And check the force of thy victorious hand? From theirbrightarmsincessant splendors stream, Thy band, which red withi wrath in terror rose, And the wide azure kindles with the gleam. (To crush that day thy proud Egyptian foes.

To this low world he bids the light repair, Struckbythat hand, their drooping squadrons fall, Down through the gulphs of undulating air; Crowding in death; one fate o'erwhelms them all. For man he taught the glorious sun to roll Soon as thy anger charg'd with vengeance came, From his bright barrier to his western goal. They sunk like stubble crackling in the flame.

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Althy dread voice the sunimon'd billows crowd, Till, all around with liquid toils besct,
And a still silence lulls the wondering flood: The Lord swept o'cr their heads the watcry nei.
Rollid up, the chrystal ridge's strike the shics, He freed the ocean from his secret chain, main.
Waves peep o'er waves, and seas o'er seas arisc. And on cach hand discharg'd the thundering
Around in heaps the listening surges stand,

The loosen'd billows burst from eyeryside, Mute and observant of the high comniand, I And whelm the war and warriors in ihe vide; Congeald with fear attends the watery train, But on each hand the solid billows stood, Rous'd froin the secret chambers of the main. Like loftv mounds to check the raging flood;

With savage joy the sons of Egypt cryil, Till the blest race to proinis d Canaan passid (Vast were their hopes, and boundless was their O'er the dry patlı, and trud the watery waste. Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, (pride) This servile nation, and divide the spoil; And spread so wide the slaughter, vill their blood! 26. The 139th Psalm paraphrused. Pitt. Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood. ODREAD Jehovah! thy all-piercing (yes Oh! what a copious prey their hosts afford, Explore the motions of this niortal frame, To glut and fatien the devouring sword! This tenement of dust : Thy stretching sight

As thus the yawning gulf the boasters pass'd, Surveys the harmonious principles, thal move At thy command rushid forth the rapid blast, In beautcous sank and order, to inform Then, at the signal given, with dreadful sway, This cask, and animated mass of cla;. . In one huge heap rolid down the roaring sca;

Nor are the prospects of thy wondrous sight And now the disentangled waves divide, To this terrestrial part of man contin'd; Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide, But shoot into his soul, and there discern The deeps aları'd call terribly from far

The first matcrials of unfashion'd thouglı, 'The loud, embattled surges to the war,

Yet dim and undigested, ull the inind,
Till ber proud sons astonish'd Egype found B ig with the tender images, expands,
Cover'd with billows, and in tempests drownu, ind, swelling, labors with tl' ideal birth.

What God cau emulate thy power divine, Where'er I move, diy cares pursue my feet Or who oppose his miracles to thine?

Attendant. When I drink the dews of sleep, When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there emoy Thy trenibling foes confess their fear and shame; A sweet forgetfulness of all my toils, The world attends tly absolute command, | Unseen, thy sov'reign presence guards my sleep, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. Wasts all the terrors of my dreams away, That hand, extended o'er the swelling sea, Sooths all my soul, and softens my repose.

The conscious billows reverence and obey. Before conception can employ the tongue, . O'er the devoted race the surges sweep,

And mould the ductile images to sound; And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. Before imagination stands display'd, That hand redeem'd us from our servile toil, Thine eve ine future eloquence can read, And each insulting tyrant of the Nile : | Yet unarray'd with specchi. Thou, mighty Lord! Our nation cane beneath that inighty hand, Hast moulded man from his congenial dust, From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's sacred land. And spoke him into being; while the clay, Thou wert their Guide, thcir Saviour, and their Beneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, inspird, God,

And started into life; through every part, To smooth the wav,and clear their dreadful road. At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd. The distant kingdoms shall thy wonders hear, But such exalted knowledge leaves below, The fierce Philistines shall confess their fcari | And drops poor man from its superior sphere. Thy fame shall over Edom's princes spread, In vein, with reason's ballast, would lie try Aud Vloab's kings, the universal dread;

To stem thi'unfathomable depth : his bark While the vast scenes of miracles impart O'ersets, and foumders in the vast abyss. A thrilling horror to the bravest heart. 'Then whither shall the rapid fancy run, As through the world the gathering terror runs, Though in its full career, to spoed my flight Canaan shall shrink, and tremble for his sons : From thy unbounded presence? which, alone, 'Til thou hast Jacob from his bondage brought, Fills all the regions and extended space At such a vast expence of wonders bought, Beyond the bounds of nature! Whither, Lord! To Canaan's proinis'd realms and blest abodes, Shall my unrein'd imagination rove, Led through the dark recesses of the floods. To leave behind thy Spirit, and out-fly (spread, Crown'd with their tribes shall proudMoriah rise, Its influence, which, with brooding wings our: And rear his summit nearer to the skies. Hatch'd unflely'd nature froin the dark profound? Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy bound- If mounted on iny tony'ring thoughts I climb less power,

Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold Thythrone shallstandwhentiine shall be no more: The blaze of thy unclouded majesty! For Pharaoh's steels, and cars, and warlike train, In the pure empyrean thee I view,' Leap'd in, and boldly rang'd the sandy plain : High thron'd alove all height, thy radiant shrine While in the dreadful road, and desct way, | Throng'd with the prostrate Seraphs, who receive The shining crowds of gasping fishes lay:

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