X.

Ye fummer's heat, and winter's cold,

By turns in long fucceffion roll'd,

The drooping world to chear;

Praise him, who gave the fun and moon,
To lead the various seasons on,

And guide the circling year.
XI.

Ye frofts, that bind the watʼry plain,
Ye filent fhow'rs of fleecy rain,

Pursue the heav'nly theme;

Praise him, who fheds the driving snow,
Forbids the harden'd waves to flow,

And stops the rapid stream.

XII.

Ye days and nights, that fwiftly born,
From morn to eve, from eve to morn,

Alternate glide away;

Praise him, whose never-varying light,
Abfent, adds horror to the night,

But present gives the day.

Light,

Darkness,

XIII.

from whofe rays all beauty fprings,

whose wide-expanded wings

Involve the dufky globe;

Praife him, who, when the heav'ns he spread,
Darkness his thick pavilion made,

And light his regal robe.

XIV.

Praife him, ye light'nings, as ye fly,

Wing'd with his vengeance through the sky,

And red with wrath divine;

Praise him, ye clouds, that wand'ring stray,
Or fix'd by him in close array,

Surround his aweful fhrine.

XV.

Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly King,

Who bids the plants, that form the fpring,

With annual verdure bloom;

Whofe frequent drops of kindly rain,

Prolific fwell the rip'ning grain,

And bless thy fertile womb.

XVI.

Ye mountains, that ambitious rise,

And heave your fummits to the skies,

Revere his aweful nod

Think how you once affrighted fled,

When Jordan fought his fountain-head,

And own'd th' approaching God.

XVII. Ye

XVII.

Ye trees, that fill the rural scene,

Ye flowers, that o'er th' enamel'd green

In native beauty reign;

O! praise the Ruler of the skies,

Whofe hand the genial fap fupplies,

And clothes the smiling plain.

XVIII.

Ye fecret fprings, ye gentle rills,
That murm'ring rife among the hills,

Or fill the humble vale;

Praise him, at whose almighty nod
The rugged rock diffolving flow'd,
And form'd a fpringing well.
XIX.

Praise him, ye floods, and feas profound,
Whose waves the fpacious earth furround,
And roll from shore to fhore;

Aw'd by his voice, ye feas, fubfide,

Ye floods, within your channels glide,

And tremble and adore.

XX.

Ye whales, that stir the boiling deep,

Or in its dark receffes fleep,

Remote from human eye;

Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,
Praise him, without whofe heav'nly aid
Ye languish, faint, and die.
XXI.

Ye birds, exalt your Maker's name,
Begin, and with th' important theme
Your artless lays improve;

Wake with your fongs the rifing day,
Let mufic found on every spray,

And fill the vocal grove.

XXII.

Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly roam

Amid the folitary gloom,

Th' expected prey to feize;

Ye flaves of the laborious plough,

Your ftubborn necks fubmiffive bow,

And bend your weary'd knees.

XXIII.

Ye fons of men, his praise display,
Who ftampt his image on your clay,
And gave it pow'r to move;
Ye, that in Judah's confines dwell,
From age to age fucceffive tell

The wonders of his love.

XXIV. Let

XXIV.

Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,

'Till angels liften to the fong,

And bend attentive down;

Let wonder seize the heav'nly train,
Pleas'd, while they hear a mortal strain,
So fweet, fo like their own.

XXV.

And you, your thankful voices join,
That oft at Salem's facred shrine

Before his altars kneel;

Where thron'd in majesty he dwells,
And from the mystic cloud reveals
The dictates of his will.

XXVI.

Ye fpirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the bleft abode,
To heav'nly manfions foar :

O! let your fongs his praise display,
'Till heav'n itself fhall melt away,

And time fhall be no more.

XXVII.

Praise him, ye meek and humble train,

Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain

The boundlefs blifs to fhare;