Lord of himself, he rules his wildest thoughts,
And boldly acts what calmly he defign'd,
Whilst he looks down and pities human faults;
Nor can he think, nor can he find

A plague like reigning paffions, and a fubject mind.

But oh! 'tis mighty toil to reach this height,
To vanquish felf is a laborious art;
What manly courage to fuftain the fight
To bear the noble pain, and part

With thofe dear charming tempters rooted in the heart!

'Tis hard to ftand when all the paffions move,
Hard to awake the eye that paffion blinds;
To rend and tear out this unhappy love,

That clings fo close about our minds,

And where th' inchanted foul so sweet a poifon finds.
Hard; but it may be done. Come, heavenly fire,
Come to my breast, and with one powerful ray
Melt off my lufts, my fetters: I can bear
A while to be a tenant here,

But not be chain'd and prifon'd in a cage of clay.
Heaven is my home, and I must use my wings;
Sublime above the globe my flight aspires :
I have a foul was made to pity kings,

And all their little glittering things;

I have a foul was made for infinite defires.

Loos'd from the earth, my heart is upward flown ; Farewell, my friends, and all that once was mine;

Now, fhould you fix my feet on Cæfar's throne,

Crown me, and call the world my own,

The gold that binds my brows could ne'er my foul confine.

I am the Lord's, and Jefus is my love;
He, the dear God, fhall fill my vaft defire.
My flesh below; yet I can dwell above,
And nearer to my Saviour move;

There all my foul fhall center, all my powers conspire.

Thus I with angels live; thus half-divine

I fit on high, nor mind inferior joys:

Fill'd with his love, I feel that God is mine,

His glory is my great defign,

That everlasting project all my thoughts employs.

A SONG to Creating WISDOM.

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PART I.

TERNAL Wifdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creation fings :

With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and feas,
And heaven's high palace rings.

Place me on the bright wings of day

To travel with the fun;

With what amaze fhall I furvey

The wonders thou haft done!

Thy hand how wide it fpread the sky!
How glorious to behold?

Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye,
And ftarr'd with sparkling gold.

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There thou haft bid the globes of light

Their endless circles run;

There the pale planet rules the night,
And day obeys the fun.

PART II.

Downward I turn my wondering eyes
On clouds and storms below,
Thofe under-regions of the skies
Thy numerous glories fhow.

The noify winds ftand ready there
Thy orders to obey,

With founding wings they fweep the air,

To make thy chariot way.

There, like a trumpet, loud and strong,
Thy thunder shakes our coast:
While the red lightnings wave along,
The banners of thine hoft.

On the thin air, without a prop,
Hang fruitful showers around :
At thy command they fink, and drop
Their fatnefs on the ground.

PART III.

Now to the earth I bend my fong,

And caft my eyes abroad, Glancing the British isles along; Bleft ifles, confefs your God.

How did his wondrous skill array
Your fields in charming green ;
A thousand herbs his art difplay,
A thousand flowers between !

Tall oaks for future navies grow,
Fair Albion's best defence,
While corn and vines rejoice below,
Thofe luxuries of fenfe.

The bleating flocks his pasture feeds :
And herds of larger fize,

That bellow through the Lindian meads,
His bounteous hand supplies.

PART IV.

We fee the Thames carefs the fhores,
He guides her filver flood:
While angry Severn fwells and roars,
Yet hears her ruler God.

The rolling mountains of the deep
Obferve his ftrong command;
His breath can raife the billows steep,
Or fink them to the fand.

Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord,

The finny nations play,

And fcaly monfters, at thy word,
Rush through the northern sea.

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PART V.

Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And ftrike the gazing fight,

Through skies, and feas, and folid ground,

With terror and delight.

Infinite ftrength, and equal fkill,

Shine through the worlds abroad,
Our fouls with vaft amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.

But the sweet beauties of thy grace
Our fofter paffions move;

Pity divine in Jefus face

We fee, adore, and love.

GOD's Abfolute Dominion.

ORD, when my thoughtful foul furveys
Fire, air, and earth, and stars and seas,
I call them all thy flaves;

Commiffion'd by my Father's will,
Poisons shall cure, or balms fhall kill;
Vernal funs, or zephyr's breath,
May burn or blast the plants to death
That sharp December saves;
What can winds or planets boast
But a precarious power?

The fun is all in darkness loft,
roft shall be fire, and fire be frost,

When he appoints the hour.