Behold the gay Bow in the sky, How vivid the colours are seen; Its glories extended on high, With purple, and orange, and green. Thro' the drops as they fall, the Sun's beams Refracted, reflected we view, As it glows, as it fades, the sweet scenes, Our wonder, our pleasure renew. But oh! with what heighten'd delight In heav'n the bright object I trace, When by faith I contemplate the sight, As the sign of a cov'nant of grace. When over me hangs the thick cloud, And darkness with horrors outspread; Mighty thund'rings with lightnings aloud, Roll terribly over my head. No deluge of wrath shall I fear, No more can the floods of the deep, Their billows affrighted uprear, The globe with destruction to sweep. Tho' the heav'ns all on fire be dissolv'd, The elements melting with heat, The earth with fierce flames be involv'd, Unmov'd I these terrors can meet. That emerald Bow round the throne, The pledge of his favor I see: Come, welcome, dear Lord, to thine own, I long to be ever with thee. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 7. [Illustration] "After this manner therefore pray ye." Father of all! we bow to thee, Who dwells in heav'n ador'd; But present still thro' all thy works, The universal Lord. All hallow'd be thy sacred name, O'er all the nations known; Advance the kingdom of thy grace, And let thy glory come. A grateful homage may we yield, With hearts resign'd to thee; And as in heav'n thy will is done, On earth so let it be. From day to day we humbly own The hand that feeds us still: Give us our bread, and let us rest Contented in thy will. Our sins and trespasses we own: O may they be forgiv'n! That mercy we to others shew, We pray the like from heav'n. Our life let still thy grace direct, From evil guard our way, And in temptation's fatal path Permit us not to stray. For thine the pow'r, the kingdom thine, All glory's due to thee: Thine from eternity they were, And thine shall ever be.