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The Shamrock

or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte]

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AN ODE TO THE CREATOR.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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AN ODE TO THE CREATOR.

All hail to him, who sits on high!
To him your chearful Voices raise!
To him, the Ruler of the Sky,
Be Glory! Honour! Love! and Praise!

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Ye Wise! ye Good! in Age, in Youth,
The Song of Joy, O, never cease!
His Words are all the Words of Truth;
And all his Paths the Paths of Peace:
This Globe of Earth, the Sea, the Air,
Were form'd by his all wise Command;
The Heavens and all their Hosts declare
The Work of an Almighty Hand:
The rough wild Sea his Voice obeys,
When the loud Winds the Waves deform;
He walks (how wonderous all his Ways!)
On the broad Pinions of the Storm:
When all this fair Creation lay
Involv'd in universal Night,
He spake the Word, and all was Day;
He spake the Word, and all was Light:
He sees the Secrets of the Heart;
He searches all the human Soul;
His Skill directs in every Part;
His Power informs the wonderous Whole.
'Twas he! Jehovah! King! and God!
Gave us to breathe this vital Air;
We are the Children of his Nod,
His last best Work, his dearest Care.
The Earth shall moulder into Dust,
And Life's gay Dream shall pass away;
Rejoice, ye Good! Rejoice, ye Just!
His Glory never shall decay!

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All hail! Jehovah! King! and God!
Ye Nations all, adore his Name!
Approach, approach his high Abode,
With Thanks, with Joy, and loud Acclaim!
All hail to him, who sits on high!
To him your chearful Voices raise!
To him, the Ruler of the Sky,
Be Glory! Honour! Love! and Praise!