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20 Pkclim's. Song.
directs the whirlwinds wing? Who bids the
tremendous Ocean roar? —
Lamin I now own the awful force of thy
words. There muft be what thou callfl: a God,
and that God, muft be as thou fay'rt, allmighty,
eternal , benevolent and juft.
Enlighten me , o thou bounteous , power-
ful God ! diipel the fhades of ignorance that
hitherto darken'd my intelligence} teach me to
know thy will : teach me to love and follow
thy law. Then as the lofty pine of the hill,
wJiofe top was hid in the lazy fog , fpreads
his broad branches afar, and f hines refplendent
to heaven, when the rays of the fun pierce the
vapor, and difperfe the gloomy miflj fo fhall
I tower again in my ftrength 5 fo fhall the light
of truth difllpate the gloom , the anguifh , and
anxiety of my fouL