And smiling seraphs worship at his feet.
Where'er, serene, he turns his dazzling eyes,
There's peace, there's joy, there's love there's paradise:
But if just anger reddens their mild beams,
All heaven trembles, and the world's in flames.
Rank'd by degrees, in the supreme abode,
Bright cherubs, wond'ring, view th' immortal God.
Beneath his eye, the heav'ns, in full survey,
The spacious earth, and vast creation lay.
He darts his eye, his piercing eye profound,
And looks majestically stern around;
And, with a single glance the God surveys
The slaves, the ships, the navigable seas,
Again the Sire of men his silence broke,
All heav'n, attentive, trembled as he spoke:
The stormy winds a solemn silence keep,
The curling waves lie level on the deep;
All æther trembled, while high heav'n was aw'd,
All nature reverenc'd th’immortal God.
His voice harmonious, thus Jehovah cries,
While anger sparkled in his awful eyes....
“Behold and blush, ye first-born of the skies,
Behold yon Christian hypocrites unjust,
Full of rage, rapine, cruelty and lust;
T'enslave my sons, they propagate their sway,
Join fraud to force, and bear the spoils away.

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Frone tender husbands, weeping brides they tear,
They proffer peace, yet wage unnat'ral war:
Whilst still they hope we'll wink at their deceit,
And call their villainies the crimes of fate.
Unjust mankind, whose will's created free,
Charge all their guilt on absolute degree:
To us they pray, to us their sins translate,
And follies are miscall'd the crimes of fate.
The Christian rulers in their ruin join,
And truth is scorn'd by all the perjur'd line!
Their crimes transcend all crimes since Noah's flood,
Their guilty glories soon shall set in blood.
They swear by heav'n, then spill their brother's gore;
Lo, view my creatures bleeding on the shore :
Shall heav'n be false, because revenge is slow?
No...,we prepare to strike the fiercer blow:
Sure is our justice. They shall feel their woe!
The day shall come, that great avenging day,
When all their honours in the dust shall lay ;
Ourself shall pour dire judgments on their land,
Thus have we said, and what we say shall stand,
Their cruelty for justice daily cries,
And pulls reluctant vengeance from the skies;
Such hypocritix foes their toils shall know,
And ev'ry hand shall work its share of woe.
How av'rice fires their minds, ye heav'n-born train,
Behold our sacred gospel preach'd in vain ;
Behold us disobey's; what dire alarms

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Inflame their souls to slaughter, blood, and arms.
Their dreadful end will wing its fatal way,
Nor need their rage anticipate the day.

Let him who tempts me dread the dire abode,
And know th' Almighty is a jealous God.
Still they may charge on us their own offence,
And call their woes the crimes of providence;
But they themselves their miseries create,
They perish by their folly, not their fate."
Then by himself, the gracious monarch swore
To save th' oppressed, and relieve the poor;
To bless the orphan, punish lawless lust,
And lay each haughty tyrant in the dust,
Destroy th' oppressor, aid the righteous cause,
Avenge the breach of heav'n's eternal laws.
Then, lo, he gave the great tremendous nod,
With his bright head, the sanction of the God.
Thro' heav'n, thro' earth, the strong concussion rolls
The golden planets trembled to the poles;
That moment thunders rattle, lightnings fly,
Black clouds and double darkness veil the sky:
The rough rocks roar, tumultuous boil the waves,
The tides come roaring through the rumbling caves:
The wild winds whistle, and the storms arise,
Lash the salt surge, and bluster in the skies:
The wave behind mounts on the wave before,
And drives the mountain billows to the shore.""

Most assuredly all the works of God be. speak his goodness, as well as his power: Who can look up to the golden skies above him, or the spacious landscapes around him, and dare to deny this assertion? Who can view the trees, loaded with delicious fruit within the reach of man, and deny the providential care, and impartial beneficence of Jehovah? In order to be convinced of his infinite goodness, we have only to retrospect our past lives, and we will find that goodness and mercy has followed us all our days; and if we have been unhappy,

; it is because we have refused to walk in the path which leads to happiness, and which has been pointed out to us by the finger of God. Even in this world virtue carries her reward, in her bosom ; contempt of covetousness insures repose, temperance secures health, benevolence produces the most pleasurable of all earthly gratifications, infinitely superior to the libertine's, or the epicures must sanguine gratification. The

first delight is divine, the last beastly and sensual; humility begets assurance of safety,and removes fear, for the man cannot fall far who is at the bottom of a valley; gratitude produces confidence in God, and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ; and “ faith builds a bridge across the gulph of death,” over which the good man securely walks and fears no evil. Some will complain that God has made an unfair distribution of his gifts; to the rich he gives too much, to the poor too little. This I contend is a wrong conclusion, and an unjust insinuation ; the poor man has a better chance for happiness here and glory hereafter, than the rich man; which I think I will be able to demonstrate before I conclude this department. It is well known that abundance cloys, of riches women or wine, the three things men are most eager to obtain ; while mediocrity satisfies the calls of nature. The shades of obscurity is safer than the sunshine of glory. The colours of a flower in my sequestered

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