You whose capacious powers survey Is seen, or known, or thought, by you! How flat your highest praises fall Weak creatures we, that strive in vain Great God, forgive our feeble lays, Sound out thine own eternal praise; A song so vast, a theme so high, Calls for the voice that tun'd the sky. PARDON AND SANCTIFICATION. My crimes awake; and hideous fear Almighty vengeance frowns on high, And flames array the throne; While thunder murmurs round the sky, Impatient to be gone. Where shall I hide this noxious head; Or shall I wrap me in the shade Is there no shelter from the eye Those guardian drops my soul secure, I bless that wondrous purple stream Lord, blast his empire with thy breath, Ye flattering plagues, that work my death, SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE. THE Lord! how fearful is his name! Immortal glory forms his throne, A word of his Almighty breath Adoring angels round him fall, His bowels, to our worthless race, He clothes his looks with softest grace, Now let the Lord for ever reign, Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain, No more shall peevish passion rise, THE LAW AND GOSPEL. "CURST be the man, for ever curst, "That doth one wilful sin commit; "Death and damnation for the first, "Without relief, and infinite." Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth 66 Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, "Streaming along a Saviour's blood, "And life, and joys, and crowns above, "Dear-purchas'd by a bleeding God." Hark, how he prays (the charming sound Go, you that rest upon the law, But I'll retire beneath the cross; And the keen sword that justice draws, SEEKING A DIVINE CALM IN A REST LESS WORLD. "O Mens, quæ stabili fata Regis vice," &c. Casimire, Book 111. Od. 28. ETERNAL Mind, who rul'st the fates With one unchang'd decree, |