He brings by fickness down to gaping graves,
And, by reftoring health, from fickness faves.
He makes the Poor by keeping back his store,
And makes the Rich by bleffing men with more ;
He finking hearts with bitter grief annoys,
Or lifts them bounding with enliven'd joys.
He takes the Beggar from his humble clay,
From off the dunghill where defpis'd he lay,
To mix with Princes in a rank fupreme,
Fill thrones of honour, and inherit fame :
For all the pillars of exalted state,
So nobly firm, fo beautifully great,
Whofe various orders bear the rounded ball,
Which would without them to confufion fall,
All are the Lord's, at his difpofure ftand,
And prop the govern'd world at his command.
His mercy, ftill more wonderfully fweet,
Shall guard the righteous, and uphold their feet,
While, through the darkness of the wicked foul,
Amazement, dread, and defperation roll;
While envy ftops their tongues, and hopeless grief,
That fees their fears, but not their fears relief.
And they their ftrength as unavailing view,
Since none fhall truft in that and safety too.
The foes of Ifrael, for his Ifrael's fake,
God will to pieces in his anger break;
His bolts of thunder, from an open'd sky,
Shall on their heads, with force unerring, fly.
His voice fhall call, and all the world shall hear,
And all for fentence at his feat appear.
But mount to gentler praises, mount again,
My thoughts, prophetic of Meffiah's reign;
Perceive the glories which around him shine,
And thus thine hymn be crown'd with grace
'Tis here the numbers find a bright repose,
The vows accepted, and the votary goes.
But thou, my foul, upon her accents hung,
And sweetly pleas'd with what she sweetly fung,
Prolong the pleasure with thine inward eyes,
Turn back thy thoughts, and see the subject rise.
In her peculiar cafe, the fong begun,
And for a while through private bleffings run,
As through their banks the curling waters play,
And foft in murmurs kifs the flowery way,
With force encreasing then she leaps the bounds,
And largely flows on more extended grounds;
Spreads wide and wider, till vaft feas appear,
And boundless views of Providence are here.
How swift these views along her anthem glide,
As waves on waves push forward in the tide!
How swift thy wonders o'er my fancy sweep,
O Providence, thou great unfathom'd deep!
Where Refignation gently dips the wing,
And learns to love and thank, admire and fing;
But bold prefumptuous reafonings, diving down
To reach the bottom, in their diving drown.
Neglecting man, forgetful of thy ways,
Nor owns thy care, nor thinks of giving praise,
But from himself his happiness derives,
And thanks his wisdom, when by thine he thrives;
His limbs at eafe in foft repofe he spreads,
Bewitch'd with vain delights, on flowery beds;
And, while his fense the fragrant breezes kifs,
He meditates a waking dream of blifs;
He thinks of kingdoms, and their crowns are near;
He thinks of glories, and their rays appear;
He thinks of beauties, and a lovely face
Serenely fmiles in every taking grace;
He thinks of riches, and their heaps arise,
Display their glittering forms, and fix his eyes;
Thus drawn with pleasures in a charming view,
Rifing he reaches, and would fain pursue.
But ftill the fleeting shadows mock his care,
And ftill his fingers grafp at yielding air;
Whate'er our tempers as their comforts want,
It is not man's to take, but God's to grant.
If then, perfifting in the vain defign,
We look for blifs without an help divine,
We still may search, and fearch without relief,
Nor only want a blifs, but find a grief.
That fuch conviction may to fight appear,
Sit down, ye fons of men, fpectators here;
Behold a scene upon your folly wrought,
And let this lively scene inftruct the thought.
Boy, blow the pipe until the bubble rise,
Then caft it off to float upon the skies;
Still fwell its fides with breath-O beauteous frame!
It grows, it shines: be now the world thy name!
Methinks creation forms itself within,
The men, the towns, the birds, the trees, are feen;
The skies above present an azure fhow,
And lovely verdure paints an earth below.
I'll wind myfelf in this delightful sphere,
And live a thousand years of pleasure there;
Roll'd up in bliffes, which around me close,
And now regal'd with these, and now with those.
Falfe hope, but falfer words of joy, farewell,
You've rent the lodging where I meant to dwell,
My bubbles burft, my profpects disappear,
And leave behind a moral and a tear.
If at the type our dreaming fouls awake,
And Hannah's ftrains their juft impreffion make,
The boundless power of Providence we know,
And fix our trust on nothing here below.
Then he, grown pleas'd that men his greatness own,
Looks down ferenely from his ftarry throne,
And bids the blessed days our prayers have won
Put on their glories, and prepare to run.
For which our thanks be justly fent above,
Enlarg❜d by gladness, and inspir'd with love:
For which his praises be for ever fung,
O fweet employment of the grateful tongue!
Burft forth, my temper, in a godly flame,
For all his bleffings laud his holy name :
That, ere mine eyes faluted chearful day,
A gift devoted in the womb I lay,
Like Samuel vow'd, before my breath I drew,
O could I prove in life like Samuel too!
That all my frame is exquifitely wrought,
The world enjoy'd by fenfe, and God by thought;
That living streams through living channels glide,
To make this frame by Nature's course abide;
That, for its good, by Providence's care,
Fire joins with water, earth concurs with air;
That Mercy's ever-inexhausted store
Is pleas'd to proffer, and to promise more;
And all the proffers ftream with grace divine,
And all the promises with glory thine.
O praise the Lord, my foul, in one accord,
Let all that is within me praise the Lord;
O praise the Lord, my foul, and ever strive
To keep the sweet remembrances alive.
Still raise the kind affections of thine heart,
Raife every grateful word to bear a part,
With every word the ftrains of love devise,
Awake thine harp, and thou thyfelf arise;
Then, if his Mercy be not half exprefs'd,
Let wondering Silence magnify the reft.
MY thought, on views of admiration hung, Intently ravish'd, and depriv'd of tongue,
Now darts a while on earth, a while in air,
Here mov'd with praise, and mov'd with glory there;
The joys entrancing, and the mute furprize,
Half fix the blood, and dim the moistening eyes;
Pleasure and praise on one another break,
An exclamation longs at heart to fpeak;
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