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6. The terror and the charm repel,
And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell
The Divine Being knows and sees every thing.
Thine eye beholds, with piercing view,
My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs 2. My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
Ere from my op’ning lips they break. 8. Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
I am surrounded still with God.
What large extent! what lofty height!
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Consent to sin, for God is there.6. Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love,
Or from thy dreadiul glory run? 7. If up to heav'n I take ny flight,
'Tis there thou dwell:wt inthron'a in light, Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigning
and Satan groans beneath thy 's VIDA 8 [f, mounted on a morning ray.
i dy beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
Beneath the spreading veil of night;
Would kindle darkness into day.
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Al nature atiests the great Creator. 1. Hast thou beheld the glorious sun,
Through all the sky his circuit run,
And when he beam'd his nocntide ray? 2. Say, didst thou e'er attentive view
The ev'ning cloud, or morning dew?
Rise in the east, a beauteous show?
Hast thou e'er seen the moon arise ;
Shed lustre o'er the face of night?
And view'd the fields, and waving grain;
Where all is melody and love?
And heard the restless ocean roar,
Its billows roll in dreadful form?
Thro' night's dark gloom with sudden gleam;
7. Hast thou e'er felt the cutting gale,
The sleety show'r, the biting hail ;
The water, bound in icy chains ?
That sport along the valley green;
Or wanton in the sunny ray;
Or under ground their dwellings keep;
Or frightful wilds and deserts strange ? 10. Hast thou the wondrous scenes survey'd
That all around thee are display'd ?
To Him who caus'd these scenes to rise ? 11 "Tiwas GOD who form'd the concave sky,
And all the shining orbs on high :
gave the various beings birth, That people all the spacious earth. 12. 'Tis ve that bids the tempest rise,
Ard rolls the thunder through the skies.
Thro' all the earth extends his sway. 13. His goodness all his creatures share :
But man is his peculiar care.--
SECTION XXVI. Praise due to God for his wonderful works. 1. My God! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou gir’st the night, and thou the day!
2. Or when, in paler tints array'd,
The Ev’ning slowly spreads her shade •
And lead the soften'd heart to thee.
In ev'ry form by thee impress'd,
A voice is heard of praise and love. 4. As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul,
The happy end. 1. WHEN lite's tempestuous storms are o'er, How calm he meets the friendly shore,
Who liv'd averse to sin !
The good man's joys begin.
To lift his soul on high!
Who caught him how to die.
3. The horrors of the grave and hell,
In vain their gloom display ;
Their darkness into day.
As from the sinner's breast:
And sooths his heart to rest!
SECTION XXVIII. A kind and gentle temper of great important to the happiness
And half our inis’ry from our foibles springs ;
A small unkindness is a great offence.
But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.
To all the gift of r.inistring to ease. 3. The gentle offices of patient love,
Beyond all flattry, and all price above;
And crush'd ill fortune when it made a friend. 4. A solitary blessing few can find;
Our joys with those we love are intertwin'd: