His glories, how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light !
4 Behold his love ; he ftcops to view
What faints above and angels do ;
And condescends yet inore, to know
The mean affairs of men below,
Ś From dust and cottages obscure,
His grace exalts the humble poor ;
Gives them the honour of his fons,
And fits them for their heav'nly thrones:
6 [A word of his creating voice
Can make the barren house rejoice :
Though Sarah's ninety years were part,
The promis'd feed is born at-last.
7 With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done :
Faith may grow strong when fense despairs :
If nature fails, the promise bears. ]
PSALM CXIV. Long Metre.
Miracles attending Ifrael's journey..
W HEN IIr'el, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Fadah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay ;
The deep divides to make them way :
Jordan beheld their march, and fled
With backward current to his head.
3 The mountains shook like frighted fheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap ;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of fov'reign pow'r at hand