Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the duft. 3 The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, His foul abhors delicious meat ; Nature, with heavy loads oppreft, Would yield to death to be releas'd. 4 Then how the frighted finners fly To God for help, with earnest cry! He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And faves them from approaching death. 5 No med'cine could effect the cure So quick, fo easy, or fo fure : The deadly fentence God repeals; He fends his fov'reign word, and heals. 60 may the fons of men record The wond'rous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful off'rings prove How they adore their Maker's love. PSALM CVII. 4th Part. Long Metre. Deliverance from storms and shipwreck: or, the feamen's fong. OULD you "W behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad, Go with the mariners, and trace The unknown regions of the feas. 2 They leave their native fhores behind, And feize the favour of the wind, 'Till God commands, and tempefts rife, That heave the ocean to the fkies. 3 Now to the heav'ns they mount amain ; 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, 5 He bids the winds their wrath affuage; The wond'rous goodness of the Lord! PSALM CVII. Common Metre. HY works of glory, mighty Lord, The fons of courage fhall record, 2 At thy command the winds arife, 3 [Again they climb the wat'ry hills, 4 Frighted to hear the tempeft roar, Then to the Lord they raife their cries, And orders filence through the fkies, 6 Sailors rejoice to lofe their fears, Now to their eyes the port appears; 7 'Tis God that brings them fafe to land; Let ftupid mortals know That waves, are under his command, 80 that the fons of men would praise PSALM CVII. Laft Part. Long Metre. WHEN God, provok'd with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren fand, 2 His word can raise the springs again, 3 [Where nothing dwelt but beafts of prey, 4 They fow the fields, and trees they plant, Whofe yearly fruits fupply their want Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, 5 Thus they are bleft: but if they fin, PSALM CIX. 1-5, 31. Com. Metre. GThy glory is my fong, Though finners fpeak against thy grace 2 When in the form of mortal man 3 Their mis'ries his compaffion move, 4 Their malice rag'd without a caufe; 5 Lord, fhall thy bright example fhine 6 The Lord fhall on my fide engage, I fhall defeat their pride and rage, PSALM CX. 1ft Part. Long Metre. Chrift exalted, and multitudes converted: or, the fuccefs of the gospel. I HUS the eternal Father fpake To Chrift the Son,, " Afcend and fit "At my right hand, till I fhall make "Thy foes fubmiffive at thy feet. 2" From Zion fhall thy word proceed; Thy word, the fceptre in thy hand, "Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed, "And bow their wills to thy command. 3 "That day fhall fhew thy pow'r is great, "When faints fhall flock with willing minds, "And finners crowd thy temple-gate, "Where holinefs in beauty fhines." |