That God fhould make it his concern

To vifit him with grace?

3 That God, who darts his lightnings down,
Who fhakes the worlds above,
And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wond'rous is his love!

PSALM CXLIV. 12-15. Long Metre.
Grace above riches; or, the happy nation.

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APPY the city where their fons
Like pillars round a palace fet,
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Give ftrength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country where the sheep,
Cattle and corn, have large increase
Where men fecurely work or fleep,
Nor fons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd ;
But more divinely bleft are those,
On whom the all-fufficient God
Himself, with all his grace, beftows
PSALM CXLV. Long Metre.

The greatnefs of God.

Y God, my King, thy various praise

M's Shall fill the remnant of my days :

Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the fong.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour fhall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;

Thy mercy fwift; thine anger flow,
But dreadful to the ftubborn foe.

4 Thy works with fov'reign glory fhine, And speak thy majefty divine;

Let ev'ry realm with joy" proclaim The found and honour of thy name. 5 Let diftant times and nations raise The long fucceffion of thy praise ; And unborn ages make my fong The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vaft and unfearchable thy ways; Vaft and immortal be thy praise !

PSALM CXLV. 1ft Part. Com. Metre.
Ver. 1-7, II-13. The greatness of GOD.

ONG as I live I'll blefs thy name,
My King, my God of love;

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My work and joy fhall be the fame
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great;

I'll fing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue, And, while my lips rejoice,

The men that hear my facred fong
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to fons fhall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations found thy praife.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known :
Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state,
With public fplendor fhown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands;
Thy faints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom ftands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

PSALM CXLV. 2d Part. Com. Metre.
Ver. 7, &c. The goodness of God.
WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness
In fangs of glory fing.

z God reigns on high, but ne'er confines
His goodness to the fkies;

Through the whole earth his bounty fhines, And ev'ry want fupplies.

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food:

Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord!
How flow thine anger moves!
But foon he fends his pard'ning word
To cheer the fouls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praife proclaim;
But faints, that tafte thy richer grace,
Delight to blefs thy name.

PSALM CXLV. 3d Part. Com. Metre.

Ver. 14, 17, &c.

Mercy to fufferers; or, God hearing prayer. I ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,

Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.

2 When forrow bows the fpirit down,
Or virtue lies diftreft

Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown,
Thou giv'ft the mourners reft.
3 The Lord fupports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and juft are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pain his fervants feel,
He hears his children cry,
And, their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never fhall remove
From men of heart fincere :

He faves the fouls, whofe humble love Is join'd with holy fear.

6 [His ftubborn foes his fword fhall flay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that ferve the Lord shall say,

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7 [My lips fhall dwell upon his praise,
And fpread his fame abroad;
Let all the fons of Adam raise

The honours of their God.]

PSALM CXLVI.

Long Metre.

Praife to God for his goodness and truth.

I PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join In works fo pleasant, fo divine;

Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my foul afcends to God. 2 Praise fhall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures:

My days of praise fhall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being laft.

3 Why fhould I make a man my trust ?
Princes muft die and turn to duft;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.

4 Happy the man, whofe hopes rely
On Ifrael's God! he made the sky,
And earth, and feas, with all their train,
And none fhall find his promise vain.

5 His truth forever ftands fecure :
He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor;
He fends the lab'ring confcience peace,
And grants the pris'ner fweet release.

6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind
The Lord fupports the finking mind;
He helps the ftranger in diftrefs,

The widow and the fatherlefs.

7 He loves his faints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.