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His feet are never slow;
My peace to him I give;
Awakes the kindling ray ;
O what a fun, which broke this day
And loud hofannas sung ;
To hail this welcome morn,
To nations yet unborn.
To bind his soul in death;
The hope of Judah's line;
Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke beneath his powerful cross,
And Lord of all below,
A brother's pity flows ;
Glad homage let me give;
S E C T. XVI.
ON THE POWER AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD.
JEHOVAH reigns : let every nation hear,
And at his footstool bow with holy fear ;
Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone,
Shoot through the maffy gloom of ancient night;
And brooded o'er the kindling seeds of life.
Strong as a giant, as a bridegroom gay;
Superior o'er the dusky brow of night;
And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast :
All fairand spotless like a virgin bride ;
Her maker blefs’d his work, and call'd it good: The morning stars with joyful acclamation, Exulting fung and hail'd the new creation.
Though built by God's right hand, must pass away ; And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things,
The fate of empires and the pride of kings;
Shall in his filent dark pavilion rest;
Amidst the common ruins of the sky!
HEALTH to my dear_and long unbroken years,
By storms unruffled, and unstain’d by tears :