Abash'd The Devil Stood, And

Nor Think Thou With Wind Of æry Threats To Awe Whom Yet With Deeds Thou Canst Not.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

Son Of Heav'n And Earth, Attend: That Thou Art Happy, Owe To God; That Thou Continuest Such, Owe To Thyself, That Is, To Thy Obedience; Therein Stand.

This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light.