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A67268	Divine hymns, or, A paraphrase upon the Te Deum, &c. and the Song of the three children, or canticle Benedicite omnia opera, &c. as they are in the Book of common prayer by T. Walker ...	Walker, Thomas, 1658 or 9-1716.; Nicetas, of Remesiana, Saint, d. ca. 414. Te Deum laudamus.	1691 (1691)	Wing W415; ESTC R13384	12,832	40

their corruptible bodies shall be chang'd into incorruptible From which Interpretation of the Text P. 579. Oecumenius upon the place does not disagree 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. As to what is said we shall not all sleep but we shall all be changed it ought to be understood in this sense that we shall not sleep so long a sleep that we shall either lye in the grave or be turn'd to corruption but those who shall be found shall undergo a short death who cannot enjoy any long sleep by reason of the sudden resurrection that will follow but all shall be changed that is all shall put on incorruption A PARAPHRASE Upon the Canticle Benedicite omnia opera c. I. O Earth arise ye Heavens downward bend And to your great Creators praise attend Th' inspiring Theme will flowing Numbers lend II. Let all the Works which Gods commanding word From Nothing into Being brought afford Immortal praises to th' Eternal Lord. III. Ye Angels that in wondrous strength excell Praise the most High because you never fell And on that copious Theme for ever dwell IV. Ye Spheres whose high and vast expanded Face Can't limit Him who knows no Time nor Place Extend Gods praise beyond your bounded Space V. You who so nimbly climb and swiftly fly And in perpetual rolls dance round the Skie Your motions Tune to gratefull Harmony VI. Ye Waters which th' Almighty does prepare Above the spacious Regions of the Air In murmuring sounds His dreadful Name declare VII Ye Natu'ral Pow'rs whose dark mysterious Laws Confound the searchers into ev'ry Cause ' Advance His Pow'r whence Nature vertue draws VIII Bright Sun when thou arifest from thy bed And on the World thy pow'rfull beams doest shed God's praise with Heat and Light together spread IX Thou and the Moon which guide the Day and Night Send back your Rays up to the source of Light And raise God's Glory bove your dazling Height X. Ye Stars whose faint and languid beams bestow A weaker Influence on Things below Unite your force and God's Just Praises show XI Let fruitfull show'rs which cool the gaping Ground And make the Earth with Corn and Wine abound God's praises o're the Hills and Vales resound XII Ye Dews which on the Herbs fresh verdure bring Fly back in vapours to your Heav'nly spring And carry Praises on your balmy wing XIII Ye boistrous Winds which rend the trembling Skie Where e'er your never-flagging Wings shall fly Disperse your Sov'reigns Praises far and nigh XIV Let breezing Gales which Fan the buxom Air And o're the Seas the floating Castles bear Perfume their gentle breath with thankful Prayer XV. Enlivening Heat and All-consuming Fire From human use to sacred Rites retire And unto Heav'n in flaming Praise aspire XVI Ye diff'rent Seasons of the changing year Summer and Winter let your Praise appear Through ev'ry cloudy Day in ev'ry clear XVII Let blooming Spring and fruitfull Autumn try In richest praise each other to outvie And never cease 'till aged Time shall die XVIII Let all the Meteors hauging in the Air The hony Dews and Frosts with silver Hair Pure virgin Praises unto God prepare XIX Let lambent Flames which round our Temples play And wandring Fires which lead us from our way God's praise adorn in ev'ry shining Ray. XX. Ye gaudy colours of the Showrie Bow Which from reflection and refraction flow Let streaming Praise surround your painted Brow XXI Ye Frost and Cold whose rigorous force delays The pleasing Comforts of the warmer Days Bend all your rigour to th' Almighty's Praise XXII Let Snow which clothes the naked Earth in white And Ice which stops the liquid water's flight Dissolve in Praises to the God of might XXIII Wake sluggish Nights sing Days with cheerfull joy Your precious Hours to Gods great praise imploy 'Till He shall your alternate Course destroy XXIV Let Light the offspring of the glorious Sun Whose flight's so swift 't is finish't when begun As swiftly toward God in Praises run XXV Let Darkness too which fills the World with Dread And o're the Earth does quiet silence spread In awful Praises hide its gloomy Head XXVI Ye Lightnings which th' affrighted world amaze And dart quick death from your sharp-pointed rays In vocal Flashes speak the Thund'rer's praise XXVII Ye Clouds which from the Earth in vapours rise And intercept the Influence of the Skies Let praises trickle from your weeping eyes XXVIII Let Mother Earth which Herbs and Fruits does be●t And with a Thousand Joys relieves our care A solemn grateful Feast to God prepare XXIX Ye lofty Mountains of the greatest Fame O're your aspiring Heads exalt his Name Then Eccho't to the Valleys down again XXX Ye litle Hills with fruitfull vineyards Crown'd For healing Plants and flowing springs renown'd Let Praises from your shaggie Tops rebound XXXI Ye verdant Pastures and ye flow'ry Plains Which glad the careful hearts of labouring Swains Praise the Almighty in your Runal strains XXXII Let Cedars Cypress and the ●ery Pine The budding Rose the Olive and the Vine Flourish in Praises to the King Divine XXXIII Ye springs that do the Tops of Mountains creep In hollow caverns from the briny Deep Soft lulling Notes to God's great Glory weep XXXIV Some for unusual Ebbs and Flows renown'd Others that borrow vertue from the Ground Let all your Glory to the Lord redound XXXV Ye curling Seas that beat the crooked Shoar With foaming Mouths your thanks to Him restore Who curbs your waves calms you when you roar XXXVI Ye grateful Floods which travel to the Main And pay your Homage in a watry Train Return with humble Praises back again XXXVII Ye Whales and Tenants of the wat'ry Coasts Thô dumb and silent praise the Lord of Hosts In signs more grateful then the loudest Boasts XXXVIII Ye winged People of the azure Skie Where e're you can your well-fledg'd Pinions try In Artless Notes declare that God is High XXXIX Ye savage Beasts which o're the Desarts stray When in your Paws you 've seiz'd your panting Prey With Howls and horrid Yells your Thanks repay XL. Ye creeping Insects that with tardie pace Advance your Snakie foulds from place to place In all your winding turns God's Glory trace XLI Ye fleecy Flocks upon a Thousand Hills Whose hungry mouths the great Creater fills Bleat praise to Him from whom your Food distills XLII Your Shepherd never does his Temples steep In clammy Dews of soft refreshing fleep But with a watchful eye your Folds does keep XLIII Let other Beasts that in fat pastures feed The Lowing Oxe the Gow land neighing Steed Proclaim His Bounty who supplies their Need. XLIV Ye sons of Men whom reason ought to sway Thô Lords of all below no pride betray But Homage to the Worlds sole Monarch pay XLV You who 're endu'd with an Immortal mind Whom Angels leave not very far behind In praises be as constant and refin'd XLVI Let Isr'el God's peculiar people tread His Courts with praise who them from Egypt led And in the Wilderness with Manna fed XLVII Remember how you went o're ruddie sand Whilest wondring waves like walls of glass did stand 'Till you were safely guarded to the Land XLVIII Then did the willing streams together meet And with a humid kiss each other great And wash the drown'd Egyptians floating feet XLIX Let holy Priests with frag●●●● Incense come And load God's Altars with the choicest Gum Then with sweet praise their sacrifice perfume L. Ye Levites your devoted Hearts inflame With praises due to Gods tremendous Name And in Melodious Quires his Deeds proclaim LI. Ye servants of the Lord whose faithful eye Can Heav'nly Things thr● Earthy Types def●●y Contemn this World in Praise ascend on High LII Ye Souls who from the Earth have took your flight Releas'd from clay and cloth'd in Robes of White Let praises be your Joy and chief delight LIII Ye holy Men who tread th' unbeaten way Which leads to Regions of Eternal Day Praise God because you do not goe astray LIV. Ye humble Hearts whose only pride and Skill Is to pursue what 's good and fly from Ill To praise the Lord is to observe his Will LV. O Shadruch Meshach and Abednego Whom cruel Men into the Flames did throw Flames less revengefull than your raging Foe LVI You who by Miracle escap'd that Fire Mount up to Heav'n in Flames of hot desire And blessing live and praising God expire NOTE PAG. 15. Stanza ● It may be asked why the Angels are call'd upon and exerted to praise God seeīng it as their constant imployment in Heaven to sing Hallelujahs unto him To which it may be answered that their being excited to praise God is as much by way of congratulation as exhortation according to that saying of Ovid Qui monet ut facias quod jam facis ipse monendo Lafudat hortatu comprobat acta suo He that advises what thou doest to doe At once exhorts Thee and commends thee too FINIS

most agreeable to its Nature wherein if I have at any time fail'd the defect was in my Judgement not in my will I must confess the difficulty of expressing the same sence almost in every Stanza with different Phrases and of concluding each with Three Rhimes to which I at first tyed my self has forc'd me to make use of some words not altogether so fit and proper as I cou'd have chosen if I had not been fetter'd with this threefold chain but yet I hope I have not distorted the sense of any word so far or used any phrase so uncouthly but that a candid interpretation and Poetical liberty may be fairly allow'd to plead my excuse A PARAPHRASE UPON The Te Deum c. WE with our Hearts our tunefull voice will raise In gratefull Hymns to great Jehovah's praise Nor will we any other Gods confess Who all than Him are Infinitely less Thee mighty Father all the world adore Invoke thy Bounty and thy Help implore For Bounty can't exhaust thy endless store When Thou command'st the Angels swiftly run And in their flight out-go the posting Sun Whose splendid faces thô they brightly shine Yet are but darkness when compar'd with Thine They in continual songs resound thy Praise And make the Heavens eccho to their Lays Thee Cherubin and Seraphin proclaim And in such strains as these dilate thy Name Thrice Holy Lord of Hosts what tongue can find Clear language to express the labouring mind When it attempts in fitting words to tell The hidden wonders that in Three-One dwell Thy Fame Thô Heaven 's so high and earth 's so low Does their too narrow limits overflow And thô there were a Thousand Worlds in store Thy spreading Glory still wou'd ask for more Th' Apostles by the World so rudely scorn'd Now with the brightest rays of light adorn'd And in sublimest Bliss exalted High With praises fill the Circles of the Skie The Prophets too who taught thy Heavenly Law And things to come in Dreams and visions saw With clearer eyes view thy resulgent face And all thy winding providences trace Then in an extasie of Joy admire And rend the Heavens in a chanting Quire The Martyrs who a Thousand deaths withstood And swam to Heav'n in Seas of Purple Blood Now with Triumphant Garlands crown'd reherse Thy matchless praise in never-dying verse The fruitfull offspring of their blood they view And then again their Joyfull songs renew Thee Holy Church throughout the World does own Th' Eternal Father of th' Eternal Son He 's truly so not by Adoption Thine But with the same côeval rays does shine None others with him in this Glory share Thy only true and Honourable Heir That worship which we Justly pay to Thee We offer Him upon the bended knee Worship divine supposes Deity One undivided Essence still remains Which Father Son and Holy Ghost contains To Him the Universal Church does sing Who o're the Waters spread his brooding Wing When darkness overlaid the formless Deep And all things in Non-Entity did sleep Before the Sun his Flaming course began Or passive Earth was fashion'd into Man To Him all Hearts which He inspires do bow Who from the Father and the Son did flow In streams which from Eternity did run Like Floods of light from th' Ocean of the Sun Thô He 's the God of comfort and of Love He does the wicked World for sin reprove Thus whilst on Earth she blows Her dying fire 'Till she be mingled with the Heav'nly Quire Does with fresh Songs th' immortal Theme pursue And thus again Her fainting breath renew Enlarge the Gates of Praise shut those of Sin And let th' Eternal King of Glory in O Christ who never didst beginning own But sat'st upon the Everlasting Throne With God the Father happy in that state Before you did the spacious World create And when the noblest creature that was made By Sin and Folly had himself betray'd Thou with compassion view'd his coming Fate And didst the rigour of his Doom rebate And when thou didst th' endearing work begin To expiate the heinous guilt of Sin Thou thy transcendent Glory didst entomb And shroud thy God-head in the Virgins womb Those radiant beams that did surround thy Head Which would have struck frail mortal Nature dead Were with a veil of darksom Flesh o'respread Nor did thy Love the tedious paths decline To which thou didst thy patient Soul resign A Thousand terrors in thy breast did roul And ghastly sights dismay'd thy fainting Soul Such dreadfull Agonies thy body tore That clotted blood sprang from each widened pore But Oh! what tongue can fully represent The grief when nails thy Hands and Feet had rent A sable darkness clad the mourning Skie And even Rocks relented at thy Cry They burst in sunder at that dolo'rous groan Which cou'd not pierce some harder hearts of stone Then for a time thy God-head did retire And left Thee in a painfull death t' expire Then all our Sins on thy strong Shoulders lay But thou like Sampson bore the Gates away And as a Victor marching from the Plain Gover'd with mangled bodies of the slain With Laurel crown'd laden with richest spoil Does then reward his Valiant Souldiers Toil So Thou when death lay vanquish'd at thy Feet In Triumph didst thy faithfull servants meet And thus with smiles and pleasing language greet Your sins no longer shall your Joys delay I 've open'd now to Heav'n th' inviting way To you who 've died e're since the World began And unto ev'ry true believing man Enter the blisful seats of endless Joy Where neither pains nor woe nor fears annoy Thus having all thy weary stages gone Thou didst ascend up to thy Native Throne With Joys surrounded and with glory crown'd With which the Father does not more abound But when the Day of Universal Doom Blest to the good but direful unto some Shall o're the Hills ascend with trembling ray And drive the less affrighting Night away Then with the brightest robes of Light array'd The Sun to Thee will seem but like a shade Thou wilt descend th' Ethereal Trump shall sound Louder than Thunder all the World around And from the dark recesses of the grave And watry bowels of the surging wave Shall summon all the Dead the listning dust Of wicked men as well as of the Just Shall hear and to their fellow Atoms cry Rise up to meet the Judge enthron'd on High Then those who never tasted bitter death Shall in a moment loose their fleeting breath New shapes assume of Glory or of shame And be consign'd to Bliss or endless flame Myriads of Blessed spirits on Thee wait And in a Pompous Train attend thy State Shrill Clarions sound and waving Banners play Whilest thro' the air they cut their easie way The rosie Sun amidst his hasty flight Suspends his course to view th' amazing sight Affrighted then shoots forth such fiery beams That melted Mountains flow in pitchy streams The spangled Heavens and the Sphears above