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This he believ’d, and on his Shield he bore,
( was more.
By the Earl of Rofcommon.
The World's transparent Canopy ; Break your long Silence, and let Mortals know, With what Contempt ye look on Things below. Wing'd Squadrons of the God of War, Who conquer wherefoe'er you are; Let ecchoing Anthems make his Praises known On Earth, his Foot Stool, as in Heav'n his Throne: Great Eye of all, whose glorious Ray Rules the bright Empire of the Day; O praise hiç Name, without whose purer Light, Thou hadst been hid in an Abyss of Night.
Ye Moon and Planets, who dispense,
By God's Command, your Influence;Resign tq hin, as your Creator's due, That Veneration which Men pay to you.
Fairest, as well as first of Things,
From whom all-Joy, all Beauty Springs;O praise th’Almighty Ruler of the Globe, Who useth thee for his Empyreal Robe : Praise him ye loud harmonious Spheres, Whose facred Stamp all Nature bears,
Who did all Fornis from the rudc Chaos draw,
Ye watry Mountains of the Sky,
Vaft ever-moving Orbs, exalt his Name,
Ye Dragons whose contagious Breath,
-Change your fierce Hisling into joyful Song,
That in the Sea's.vast Bofonas sleep;
Ye Mists and Vapours, Hail and Snow,
And you who through the Concave blow. Swift Exécutors of his holy Word, Whirlwinds and Tempests, praise the Almighty Lord,
Mountains, who to your Maker's View,
Şeen less than Mole-Hills do to you; Renienber how, when firft Jehovahe spoke, All Heaven was fire, and Sinai hid in Smoke.
Praise hin sweet Offspring of the Ground
With heavenly Nectar yearly crown'd. And ye tall Cedars, celebrate his Praise, That in his Teniple facred Altars raise.
Idle Musicians of the Spring,
Whose only Care's to love and fing,
Praise him each Salvage furious Beast,
And you tame Slaves of the-laborious Plow,
Majestick Monarchs, Mortal Gods,
May all Attempts against your Crown be vain, But still remember by whose Power you reign.
Let the wide World his Praises fing,
Where Tagus and Euphrates.spring; And from the Danube's frosty Banks, to those Where from an unknown Head great Nilus flows.
You that dispose of all our Lives,
Praise him from whom your Power derives. Be true and just like him, and fear his Word, As much as Malefactors do your Sword.
Praise him old Monuments of Time,
O praise him in your youthful Primé. Praise him fair Idols of our greedy Senfe, Exalt his Name, sweet Age of Innocence :
Jehovah's Name shall only last,
When Heaven, Earth, and all is past. Nothing, Great God, is to be found in Thee, But unconceivable Eternity.
Exalt, O Jacob's Sacred Race,
The God of Gods, the God of Grace; Who will above the Stars your Empire raise, And with his Glory recompence your praise.
In mighty Numbers, mighty Things,
Mighty Pain to Love it is,
And 'tis a Pain that Pain to misso