Power And Providence.

POWER AND PROVIDENCE.

THE God to whom at one survey His works are still display'd, And each event observes his sway, Thro' all which he has made;

Can order from disorder bring, Thro' all this varied scene; Can regulate each secret spring, That moves the vast machine.

Upheld by his supporting arm, Empires can fear no foe; His frown strikes nations with alarm; They fall if he withdraw.

And nought so little, or so great, But his protection share; And he who rules o'er empire's fate, Makes man alike his care.

'Tis he relieves the wants we feel, To human power denied; He guards us from impending ill, Which we could ne'er avoid.

The joys we prize would quickly blast, Denied his sov'reign aid; And all our prudence could forecast, Would disappointment shade.