262 THE POEMS OF ANNE �And as our Aspirations do ascend, �Let every Thing be summon' d to attend; 300 �And let the Poet after God's own Heart Direct our Skill in that sublimer part, And our weak Numbers mend! �THE HYMN �To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, �Let endless Hallelujas rise! �Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise Him, ye Heavens unreach'd by mortal Eyes, Praise Him, in your degree, ye sublunary Skies! �Praise Him, you Angels that before him bow, �You Creatures of Celestial frame, Our Guests of old, our wakeful Guardians now, Praise Him, and with like Zeal our Hearts enflame, Transporting then our Praise to Seats from whence you came ! �Praise Him, thou Sun in thy Meridian Force; �Exalt Him, all ye Stars and Light! Praise Him, thou Moon in thy revolving Course, Praise Him, thou gentler Guide of silent Night, Which do's to solemn Praise, and serious Thoughts invite. �Praise Him, ye humid Vapours, which remain �Unfrozen by the sharper Air; Praise Him, as you return in Show'rs again, To bless the Earth and make her Pastures fair: Praise Him, ye climbing Fires, the Emblems of our Pray'r. �Praise Him, ye Waters petrify'd above, Ye shredded Clouds that fall in Snow, ��� �
