Mean though I am, not wholly fo
Since quicken'd by Thy breath;
O lead me wherefo'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All elfe beneath the fun,
Thou know'ft if beft beftowed or not,
And let thy will be done..
To thee, whofe temple is all space,
Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies!
One chorus let all beings raise!
All nature's incenfe rife!
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care!
His prefence fhall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walk he fhall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring fteps he leads:
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overfpread,
My ftedfast heart fhall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful fhade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
– Through devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile:
The barren wilderness fhall fmile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams fhall murmur all around.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!
My rifing foul furveys;
Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise!
O! how fhall words with equal warmth
Thy gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou can't read it there.
Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom thofe comforts flow'd.
When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way;
And through the pleasing fnares of vice, More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with fickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand, with worldly blifs,
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend,
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts,
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a chearful heart,
That tastes thofe gifts with joy.
Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll purfue;
And, after death, in diftant worlds,
The glorious themes renew.
When nature fails, and day and night,
Divide thy works no more,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy fhall adore.
Through all eternity to thee,
A joyful fong I'll raise;
For, oh! eternity's too fhort
To utter all thy praise.
BY THE SAME.
THE lofty pillars of the sky,
And spacious concave rais'd on high;
Spangled with stars, a fhining frame,
Their great original proclaim :
Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,
Pours knowledge on his golden ray,
And publishes to every land,
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning earth,
Repeats the ftory of her birth:
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