This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1770 Excerpt: ...Thro' all the tossing Waves of Fear, And dang'rous Rocks of black Despair. Safe, under Thee, we shall to the wish'd Hav'nmove, And reach the undiscover'd Lands of Bliss above. Thus low (behold!) to thy great Name we bow, And thus we ever wish to grow: Constant, as Time, does thy fix'd Laws obey, To Thee our Worship, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1770 Excerpt: ...Thro' all the tossing Waves of Fear, And dang'rous Rocks of black Despair. Safe, under Thee, we shall to the wish'd Hav'nmove, And reach the undiscover'd Lands of Bliss above. Thus low (behold!) to thy great Name we bow, And thus we ever wish to grow: Constant, as Time, does thy fix'd Laws obey, To Thee our Worship, and our Thanks we pay: With these, we wake the chearful Light, With these, we Sleep and Rest invite: And thus we spend our Breath, and thus we spend our Days, And never cease to fing, and never cease to praise. While thus each Breast, and Mouth, and Ear, Are filled with thy Praise, and Love, and Fear, Let never Sin get Room, or Entrance there: Vouchfafe, O Lord, thro' this and all our Days To guard us with thy pow'rful Grace: Within our Hearts let no usurping Lust be found, No Rebel-Passion Tumult raise, To break thy Laws, or break our Peace, But set thy Watch of Angels on the Place, And keep the Tempter still from that forbiddenGround. Ever, O Lord, to us thy Mercies grant, Never, O Lord, let us thy Mercies want, Ne'er want thy Favour, Bounty, Liberality, But let them ever on us be, Constant as our own Hope and Trust on Thee: On Thee, we all our Hope and Trust repose! O never leave us to our Foes, Never, O Lord, desert our Cause: Thus aided and upheld by Thee, We'll fear no Danger, Death, nor Misery: Fearless we thus will stand a falling World With crushing Ruins all about us hurl'd, And face wide-gaping Hell, and all its flighted Povv'rs defy. A LETTER FROM THE COUNTRY T O A FRIEND IN TOWN. Giving an Account of the Author's Inclinations to Foetry. A s to that Poet (if so great a one as he, May suffer, in Comparison with me) When heretofore, in Scythian f Exile pent, To which he from ungrateful Rome was sent. Isa kind Paper from his Country cam...
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