III. The Venus whofe ftatue delights all mankind Then learn with her beauties to copy her air, Our fancies will paint what you cover with care, IV. The blushes of Morn, and the mildness of May, But if Amazon-like you attack your gallants, Y The BENEDICITE Paraphrafed. I. E works of God, on him alone, In earth his footstool, heaven his throne, Whofe hand the beauteous fabrick made, Whose eye the finish'd work furvey'd, And faw that all was good. VOL. IV. M H. Ye II. Ye angels, that with loud acclaim III. Praise him, ye blefs'd ætherial plains, Ye waters, that above him roll, Oh! make his praises known! IV. Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, pow'rs, With us your voices raise ; From age to age extend the lay, V. Cœleftial orb !-whofe pow'rful ray Whose influence all things own; As thine the paler moon, VI. Ye VI. Ye glitt'ring planets of the sky, And let himself fubmiffive own, The light he lends to you.. VII. Ye fhow'rs, and dews, whofe moisture shed, To him your praises yield; Whose influence wakes the genial birth, And crowns the laughing field. VIII. Ye winds, that oft' tempeftuous sweep The ruffled furface of the deep, With us confeís your God; See, through the heav'ns, the King of kings, Up-borne on your expanded wings, Comes flying all abroad. IX. Ye floods of fire, where-e'er ye flow, To his fuperior pow'r ; X. Ye M 2 X. Ye fummer's heat, and winter's cold, Praise him, who gave the fun and moon, And guide the circling year. XI. Ye frofts, that bind the wat'ry plain, Pursue the heav'nly theme; Praise him who sheds the driving fnow, And stops the rapid stream. XII. Ye days and nights, that swiftly born, Praise him, whofe never-varying light, Absent, adds horror to the night, But present gives the day. XIII. Light,from whofe rays all beauty springs, Involve the dusky globe; Praise him, who, when the heav'ns he spread, And light his regal robe. XIV. Praise XIV. Praise him, ye light'nings, as ye fly, Praise him, ye clouds, that wand'ring stray, Surround his awful shrine. XV. Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly king, With annual verdure bloom ; Whofe frequent drops of kindly rain, And bless thy fertile womb. XVI. Ye mountains, that ambitious rife, And heave your fummits to the skies, Revere his awful nod; Think how ye once affrighted fled, When Jordan fought his fountain-head, And own'd th' approaching God. |