If Power that led thee now, no longer lead,

But brow-bent Juftice draws the flaming blade.
When Love is fcorn'd, when fin the fword provokes
Let tears and prayers avert, or heal the strokes ;
If Juftice leaves to wound, and thou to groan,
Beneath new lords, in countries not thine own,
Know this for Mercy's act, and let your lays,
Grateful in all, recount the cause of praife:
Then Love returns, and while no fins divide
The firm alliance, power will shield thy side.

See the grand round of Providence's care,
See realms affifted here, and punish'd there;
*O'er the just circle caft thy wondering eyes,
Thank while you gaze, and study to be wife.

HYMN FOR MORNING.

EE the far that leads the day,

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Rifing, fhoots a golden ray,

To make the shades of darkness go
From heaven above and earth below;
And warn us early with the fight,
To leave the beds of filent night;
From an heart fincere and found,
From its very deepest ground;
Send devotion up on high,
Wing'd with heat to reach the fky.
See the time for fleep has run,
Rife before, or with the fun:

Lift thy hands, and humbly pray,
The fountain of eternal day;
That, as the light ferenely fair,
Illuftrates all the tracts of air;
The Sacred Spirit fo may reft,

With quickening beams, upon thy breaft;
And kindly clean it all within,
From darker blemishes of fin;

And fhine with grace until we view
The realm it gilds with glory too.
See the day that dawns in air,
Brings along its toil and care:
From the lap of night it springs,
With heaps of business on its wings,;
Prepare to meet them in a mind,
That bows fubmiffively refign'd;
That would to works appointed fall,
That knows that God has order'd all.
And whether, with a famll repast,"
We break the fober morning fast; ̧
Or in our thoughts and houfes lay
The future methods of the day;
Or early walk abroad to meet
Our bufinefs, with industrious feet:
Whate'er we think, whate'er we do,
His glory ftill be kept in view.
O, giver of eternal blifs,

Heavenly Father, grant me this;
Grant it all, as well as me,

All whofe hearts. are fix'd on thee;

Who revere thy Son above,

Who thy Sacred Spirit love.

HYMN FOR NOON..

THE fun is swiftly mounted high,
It glitters in the southern sky;

Its beams with force and glory beat,
And fruitful earth is fill'd with heat.
Father, alfo with thy fire

Warm the cold, the dead defire,

And make the facred love of thee,
Within my foul, a fun to me.
Let it fhine fo fairly bright,

That nothing else be took for light;
That worldly charms be feen to fade,,
And in its luftre find a fhade..
Let it strongly fhine within,

To scatter all the clouds of fin,
That drive when gufts of paffion rise,,
And intercept it from our eyes.
Let its glory more than vie

With the fun that lights the sky:
Let it fwiftly mount in air,

Mount with that, and leave it there;,
And foar, with more aspiring flight,,
To realms of everlasting Light.
Thus, while here I'm forc'd to be,
I daily wish to live with thee;

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And feel that union which thy love Will, after death, complete above. foul I fend my prayer,

From my

Great Creator, bow thine ear;
Thou, for whofe propitious fway
The world was taught to see the day; :
Who fpake the word, and earth begun,,
And fhew'd its beauties in the fun;
With pleasure I thy creatures view,
And would, with good affection too;:
Good affection sweetly free,

Loose from them, and move to thee;
O, teach me, due returns to give,

And to thy glory let me live;

And then my days fhall shine the more,.

Or pafs more bleffed than before.

HYMN FOR EVENING..

THE beam-repelling mifts arife,

And evening fpreads obscurer skies:

The twilight will the night forerun,
And night itself be foon begun.
Upon thy knees devoutly bow,
And pray the Lord of glory now,
To fill thy breaft, or deadly fin
May cause a blinder night within.
And whether pleasing vapours rife,
Which gently dim the closing eyes;

Which makes the weary members blefs'd,
With sweet refreshment in their reft;
Or whether spirits in the brain
Difpel their foft embrace again;
And on my watchful bed I stay,
Forfook by fleep, and waiting day;
Be God for ever in my view,
And never he forfake me too;
But ftill as day concludes in night,.
To break again with new-born light;
His wondrous bounty let me find,
With ftill a more enlighten'd mind;
When grace and love in one agree,
Grace from God, and love from me;
Grace that will from heaven infpire,
Love that feals it in defire :

Grace and love that mingle beams,
And fill me with encreafing flames,
Thou that haft thy palace far
Above the moon and every star,
Thou that fitteft on a throne

To which the night was never known,
Regard my voice and make me bless'd,
By kindly granting its request.
If thoughts on thee my foul employ,
My darknefs will afford me joy,
Till thou fhalt call, and I fhall foar,
And part with darknefs evermore.