Ride on the clouds; whilst, as his chariot flies, The molten deluge round the globe shall roar, May winds and storms those beauteous colours spare, Still may they bloom, as permament as fair; And his tribunal see, whose cross they paint so well. HYMN. Commit thou all thy ways To his sure trust and tender care, Who heav'n and earth commands; Who points the clouds their course, He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care: To him commend thy cause, his ear Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismay'd; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, He will lift up thy head. Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms, He'll gently clear thy way; Wait thou his time, so shall this night THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. Father of all! in ev'ry age, In ev'ry clime, ador'd, By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage, Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confin'd To know but this, that Thou art good, Yet gave me, in this dark estate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns nie not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, What blessings thy free bounty gives For God is paid when man receives, Yet not to earth's contracted span Or think Thee Lord alone of man, Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart If I am wrong, oh teach my heart Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has deny'd, Teach me to feel another's woe, That mercy I to others show, Mean tho' I am, not wholly so, This day, be bread and peace my lot: Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not; To Thee, whose temple is all space, One chorus let all Being raise! RURAL SIMPLICITY, An Ode. O thou, whom love and fancy lead, Stranger, if thy lot has laid In toilsome scenes of busy life, Of weary passions ill repaid, |