Third PART

He made the Moon for stated Times, The Sun knows his fix'd Rout. He Darkness makes, and it is Night; Then Forest Beasts crawl out. Young Lyons roar, and hunt their Prey; From God they seek their Meat. The Sun ariseth, they unite, And close in Dens retreat. Man to his Work, and Culture, goes, Till th' Ev'ning gives him Rest. How various, Lord! how wise thy Work! Th' Earth's with thy Riches blest. The Sea too, whose wide Arms contain Numberless creeping Things; With Animals, both small and great, That swim by unknown Springs. There pass the gallant Ships, which cut, Thro' trackless Paths, their Way; There huge Leviathan, thou mad'st; Diverts himself with Play. All wait on Thee, thou in due Time, Dost give to each their Food: They gather from thine open'd Hand, And all are fill'd with Good. If thy enliv'ning Face thou hid'st, In deep Distress they mourn; Thou tak'st away their Breath, they die, And to their Earth return. Thy quick'ning Spirit thou send'st forth, And a new Life takes Place; The Earth renew'd, with Vigour blooms, And Beauty in her Face.