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The moon and stars adorn the night:
His works are all divine.

4 [He struck the fons of Egypt dead;
How dreadful is his rod!
And thence with joy his people led :
How gracious is our God!
5 He cleft the swelling fea in two ;
His arm is great in might :
And gave the tribes a passage through;
His pow'r and grace unite.

6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd;
How glorious are his ways!
And brought his faints thro' defert ground;
Eternal be his praife.

7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand;
Victorious is his sword;
While Ifr'el took the promis'd land :
And faithful is his word.]
8 He saw the nations dead in fin;
He felt his pity move;
How fad the state the world was in!
How boundless was his love!

9 He fent to save us from our woe;
His goodness never fails;
From death, and hell, and ev'ry foe;
And still his grace prevails.

10 Give thanks to God the heav'nly King;

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His mercies still endure;

Let the whole earth his praises sing;
His truth is ever fure.

PSALM CXXXVI. Particular Metre.

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IVE thanks to God most high,

Th' univerfal Lord;

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The fov'reign King of kings;
And be his grace ador'd.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the fame;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

2 How mighty is his hand !
What wonders hath he done !
He form'd the earth and feas,
And fpread the heav'ns alone.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever fure

Abides thy word.

3 His wisdom fram'd the fun,
To crown the day with light;
The moon and twinkling stars,
To cheer the darksome night.
His pow'r and grace
Are still the fame ;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

4 [He smote the first-born fons,
The flow'r of Egypt, dead :
And thence his chosen tribes
With joy and glory led.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure ;
And ever fure
Abides thy word.

5 His pow'r and lifted rod
Cleft the Red Sea in two,
And for his people made
A wond'rous paffage through,

His pow'r and grace
Are still the fame;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

6 But cruel Pharaoh there

With all his host he drown'd;
And brought his Ifr'el safe
Through a long defert ground.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure ;
And ever fure
Abides thy word.

PAUSE.

7 The kings of Canaan fell
Beneath his dreadful hand;
While his own fervants took
Poffeffion of their land.
His pow'r and grace
Are still the fame;
And let his name
Have endless praife.]

8 He saw the nations lie
All perishing in fin,
And pity'd the fad state
The ruin'd world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure ;
And ever fure
Abides thy word.

9 He fent his only Son

To fave us from our woe,
From Satan, fin, and death,
And ev'ry hurtful foe.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the fame ;
And let his name

Have endless praife.

10 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heav'nly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories fing.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure ;
And ever fure
Abides thy word.

PSALM CXXXVI. Abridged. Long Metre.

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IVE to our God immortal praise !
Mercy and truth are all his ways;

Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.
3 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

4 He fills the fun with morning-light,
He bids the moon direct the night :
His mercies ever shall endure,

When funs and moons shall shine no more.

5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong.

6 He saw the Gentiles dead in fin, And felt his pity work within : His mercies ever shall endure,

When death and fin shall reign no more.

7 He fent his Son with pow'r to fave From guilt, and darkness, and the grave; Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong.

8 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly feat ; His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

PSALM CXXXVIII. Long Metre.
Restoring and preserving grace.

1 [WIth all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song:

Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the fong, and join the praise. 2 Angels that make thy church their care, Shall witness my devotion there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.]

3 I'll fing thy truth and mercy, Lord; I'll fing the wonders of thy word; Not all thy works and names below, So much thy pow'r and glory show. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes; He did my rifing fears control, And strength diffus'd through all my foul. 5 The God of heav'n maintains his state, Frowns on the proud and scorns the great;

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