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A HYMN, on the Approach of the 29th of May.

Immense his power, and boundless is his skill,
Who rais'd the vast creation at his will,
And no less might supports the pond'rous ball,
Than that which drew from nought this wond'rous all.
The God, whose care inspects the sphere of things,
Must rule the fate of subjects and of Kings;
The true from all eternity are given,
And are the pure peculiar gift of Heaven;
The false, who tempt weak mortals to rebel,
Are vice's offspring by the spawn of hell;
Yet both for God's great glory fall or stand,
One by his leave, and one by his command.
Thus Heav'n, at length, may deign to put a close
To men's distractions, and reverse their woes;
Then glorious order from confusion springs,
O, praise him nations, and adore him Kings!
The pleasing thoughts of that revolving day,
Anticipate my joys, and chase away
Hopeless despair, which often haunts my bow'rs,
A frightful spectre in my gloomy hours.
O, could my soul in that great day rejoice,
And join her frail to Heav'n's unerring voice!
I'd sing aloud. “Glory to God on high,
“And peace to men, for our salvation's nigh!”