V.

From where the rising day ascends, to where it sets in night,

He compasses the floods with bounds, and checks their threat'ning might.

VI.

The pillars that support the sky tremble at his rebuke;

Through all its caverns quakes the earth, as though its centre shook

VII.

He brings the waters from their beds,
although no tempest blows;
And smites the kingdom of the proud
without the hand of foes.

VIII.

With bright inhabitants above
he fills the heav'nly land;
And all the crooked serpent's breed
dismay'd before him stand.

IX.

Few of his works can we survey; these few our skill transcend; But the full thunder of his pow'r what heart can comprehend?

X.

PROV. i. 20,-31.

I.

IN streets, and op'nings of the gates,

where pours the busy crowd, Thus heav'nly wisdom lifts her voice, and cries to men aloud:

II.

How long, ye scorners of the truth, scornful will ye remain?

How long shall fools their folly love, and hear my words in vain?

III.

O turn, at last, at my reproof!
and, in that happy hour,
His bless'd effusions on your heart
my Spirit down shall pour.

IV.

But since so long with earnest voice to you in vain I call,

Since all my counsels and reproofs thus ineffectual fall

V.

The time will come, when, humbled low, in sorrow's evil day,

Your voice by anguish shall be taught, but taught too late, to pray.

VI.

When, like the whirlwind o'er the deep, comes Desolation's blast,

Pray'rs then extorted shall be vain, the hour of mercy past.

VII.

The choice you made has fix'd your doom;

for this is Heav'n's decree,

That with the fruits of what he sow'd the sinner fill'd shall be

XI.

PROV. iii. 13,-17.

I.

O HAPPY is the man who hears

Instruction's warning voice,

And who celestial Wisdom makes his early, only choice!

II.

For she has treasures greater far than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are than all their stores of gold.

III.

In her right hand she holds to view à length of happy days;

Riches, with splendid honours join'd, are what her left displays.

IV.

She guides the young with innocence in pleasure's paths to tread d; A crown of glory she bestows upon the hoary head,

XII.

PROV. vi. 6,-12.

1.

YE indolent and slothful! rise,

View the ant's labours and be wise.
She has no guide to point her way,
No ruler chiding her delay;

II.

:

Yet see with what incessant cares
She for the winter's storm prepares;
In summer she provides her meat,
And harvest finds her store complete.

III.

But when will slothful man arise?
How long shall sleep seal up his eyes?
Sloth more indulgence still demands;
Sloth shuts the eyes and folds the hands.

IV.

But mark the end; want shall assail, When all your strength and vigour fail; Want, like an armed man, shall rush The hoary head of age to crush.