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VI.
To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

VII.
Peace from the bofom of his God,

My peace to him I give;
And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling foul shall live.

VIII.
To him protection shall be shown,
And
mercy

from above
Descend on those, who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.

Mrs. BARBAUL).

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I.
AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray ;
Unseals the eye-lids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

II.
O what a night was that, which wrapt
The Heathen world-in gloom!

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O what a fun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb !

III.
This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hofannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

IV.
Ten thousand differing lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.

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VI.
The powers of darkness leagu'd in vain

To bind his soul in death;
He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

VII.
Not long the toils of hell could keep

The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught so much divine.

VIII.
And now his conquering chariot-wheels

Ascend the lofty skies;

While broke beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

IX.
Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below,
Through him is pard’ning love difpent'd,
And boundless blessings flow.

X.
And still for erring guilty man

A brother's pity flows ;
And still his bleeding heart is touch'd
With
memory
of our woes.

XI.
To thee, my Saviour and my King,

Glad homage let me give;
And stand prepar'd like thee to die,
With thee that I

may
live.

Mrs. BARBAULD.

S E C T. XVI.

ON THE POWER AND PERFECTIONS OF GOD.

I.

JEHOVAH reigns : let every nation hear,

And at his footstool bow with holy fear ;
Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,
And the wide peopled earth his praise proclaim,

II.
He rules with wide and absolute command
O'er the broad ocean, and the stedfast land :
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Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone,
And all creation hangs beneath his throne,

III.
He saw the struggling beams of infant light

Shoot through the maffy gloom of ancient night;
His fpirit hulh'd the elemental strife,

And brooded o'er the kindling seeds of life.
Seasons and months began the long procession,
And measur'd o'er the years in bright fucceffion.

IV.
The joyful fun sprung up th'ethereal way,

Strong as a giant, as a bridegroom gay;
And the pale moon diffus'd her shadowy light

Superior o'er the dusky brow of night;
Ten thousand glittering lamps the skies adorning,
Num'rous as dew-drops from the womb of morning.

V.
Earth's blooming face with rising flowers he drest,

And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast :
Then from the hollow of his hand he

pours
The circling waters round her winding shores,
The new-born world in their cool arms embracing,,
And with soft murmurs still her banks caressing.

VI.
At length she rofe complete in finish'd pride,

All fairand spotless like a virgin bride ;
Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood,

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.

VII. Yet

VII.
Yet this fair world, the creature of a day,

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;
Eternal night shall veil their proudest story,
And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

VIII.
The fun himself, with weary clouds oppreft,

Shall in his filent dark pavilion rest;
His golden urn shall broke and useless lie,

Amidst the common ruins of the sky!
The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion,
And bathe their glittering foreheads in the ocean.

Mrs. BARBAULD.

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HEALTH to my dear_and long unbroken years,

By storms unruffled, and unstain’d by tears :
Wing’d by new joys may each white minute Alpe
Spring on her cheek, and funshine in her eye:
O’er that dear breast, where love and pity springs,
May peace eternal fpread her downy wings;
Sweet beaming hope her path illumine ftill,
And fair ideas all her fancy fill.

Mrs. BARBAULD,

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