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

4 [He ftruck 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 fwelling fea in two; His arm is great in might : And gave the tribes a paffage 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 fword;

While Ifr'el took the promis'd land:
And faithful is his word.]

8 He faw the nations dead in fin;
He felt his pity move;

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How fad the ftate the world was in!
How boundlefs was his love!

He fent to fave us from our woe;
His goodness never fails;

From death, and hell, and ev'ry foe;
And ftill his grace prevails.

Io Give thanks to God the heav'nly King;
His mercies ftill endure ;

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

PSALM CXXXVI. Particular Metre.
IVE thanks to God moft high,
Th' universal Lord;

'GT

The fov'reign King of kings;
And be his grace ador'd.
His pow'r and grace
Are ftill 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 ftill endure;
And ever fure

Abides thy word.

3 His wifdom fram'd the fun,
To crown the day with light;
The moon and twinkling ftars,
To cheer the darksome night.
His pow'r and grace
Are ftill the fame ;
And let his name

Have endless praise.

4 [He fmote the first-born fons,
The flow'r of Egypt, dead:
And thence his chofen tribes
With joy and glory led.
Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall ftill endure ;
And ever fure
Abides thy word.

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 ftill the fame ;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

6 But cruel Pharaoh there

With all his hoft he drown'd;
And brought his Ifr'el fafe
Through a long defert ground.
Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall ftill 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 ftill the fame ;
And let his name
Have endless praise.]

8 He faw the nations lie
All perishing in fin,
And pity'd the fad state

The ruin'd world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall ftill 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 ftill the fame ;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

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 ftill endure ;
And ever fure

Abides thy word.

PSALM CXXXVI. Abridged. Long Metre.

I

IVE to our God immortal praise !

G Mercy and truth are all his ways;

Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown;
His mercies ever fhall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he fpread the sky, And fix'd the ftarry 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 fhall endure,

When funs and moons fhall fhine 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 faw the Gentiles dead in fin, And felt his pity work within : His mercies ever fhall endure,

When death and fin fhall reign no more. 7 He fent his Son with pow'r to fave From guilt, and darknefs, 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 fhall endure,

When this vain world fhall be no more.

PSALM CXXXVIII.

Long Metre.

Reftoring and preserving grace.

[Ith all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my fong:

Angels fhall 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 fkies.] 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 fhow. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rofe; 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 ftate, Frowns on the proud and scorns the

great;