The glory of God in creation and providence. Y foul, thy great Creator praise;
When cloth'd in his celeftial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears. Note. This psalm may be fung to a different metre, by adding the following tavo lines to every Stanza, viz.
Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame
An equal honour to his name?
2 The heav'ns are for his curtain spread;
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed :
Clouds are his chariot, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.
3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His minifters are flaming fires;
And fwift as thought their armies move
To bear his vengeance or his love.
4 The world's foundations by his hand
Are pois'd, and shall forever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,
Left it should drown the earth again.
5 When earth was cover'd with the flood,
Which high above the mountains stood,
He thunder'd, and the ocean fled,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
6 The swelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet thence convey'd by secret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.
7 He bids the crystal fountains flow,
And cheer the vallies as they go ;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.
8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink,
The lark and linnet light to drink;
Their fongs the lark and linnet raife,
And chide our filence in his praife.
PAUSE I.
9 God, from his cloudy cistern, pours
On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs :
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
10 He makes the graffy food arife,
And gives the cattle large supplies ;
With herbs for man, of various pow'r,
To nourish nature, or to cure.
11 What noble fruit the vines produce !
The olive yields an useful juice;
Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine,
With inward joy our faces shine.
12 O bless his name, ye people, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread :
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigour in your hearts.
13 Behold the stately cedar stands,
Rais'd in the forest by his hands;
Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests secure on high.
14 To craggy hills ascends the goat;
And at the airy mountain's foot
The feebler creatures make their cell;
He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
15 He sets the fun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
And when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And, roaring, ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arife,
The favage beaft to covert flies.
17 Then man to daily labour goes ;
The night was made for his repose :
Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
18 How strange thy works! howgreat thy skill,
And ev'ry land thy riches fill :
Thy wifdom round the world we fee,
This spacious earth is full of thee.
19 Nor less thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep,
With wond'rous motions swift or flow,
Still wand'ring in the paths below.
20 There ships divide their wat'ry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.
21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord,
All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stand,
Waiting their portion from thy hand.
22 While each receives his diff'rent food,
Their cheerful looks pronounce it good;
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,
Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms.
23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,
And dying, to their dust return;
Both man and beast their fouls resign :
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine.
24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men ;
A word of thy creating breath
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
25 His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honour'd with his own delight :
How awful are his glorious ways !
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,
And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
Yet humble fouls may fee thy face,
And tell their wants to fov'reign grace.
27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.
28 While haughty finners die accurst,
Their glory bury'd in the dust,
I to my God, my heav'nly King,
Immortal hallelujahs fing.
PSALM CV. Abridged. Com. Metre.
God's conduct to Ifrael, and the plagues of Egypt.
GIVE thanks to God, invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace;
Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
2 His cov'nant, which he kept in mind
For num'rous ages past,
To num'rous ages, yet behind,
In equal force shall last.
3 He fware to Abr'am and his feed,
And made the blessing sure;
Gentiles the ancient promise read,
And find his truth endure.
4 "Thy feed shall make all nations blest," (Said the Almighty voice)
" And Canaan's land shall be their rest,
"The type of heav'nly joys."
5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace!
To give them Canaan's land,
When they were strangers in the place,
A little feeble band !
6 Like pilgrims through the countries round
Securely they remov'd;
And haughty kings, that on them frown'd,
Severely he reprov'd.
7 "Touch mine Anointed, and mine arm
"Shall foon revenge the wrong:
"The man that does my prophets harm,
"Shall know their God is strong."
8 Then let the world forbear its rage,
Nor put the church in fear :
Ifr'el must live through ev'ry age,
And be th' Almighty's care.]
9 When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the saints, .:
And thus provok'd their God,
Moses was fent, at their complaints,
Arm'd with his dreadful rod.
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