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He spreads th' autumnal feast,
And rides in wintry storms.
Our graces tried by afflictions.
Sing with a joyful noise ; With melody of sound record
His honours, and your joys.
« How terrible art thou !
" Or at thy feet they bow.”
Will rebel mortals dare Provoke th' Eternal to the fight,
And tempt that dreadful war ?
Ye saints fulfil his praise ;
And guides our doubtful ways. 5 Lord, thou hast prov'd our suff’ring souls,
To make our graces shine :
The metal to refine.
We march at thy command ;
Praise to God for hearing prayer.
To that Almighty Pow'r,
Who heard the long requests I made
In my distressful hour. 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare
To make his mercies known : Come, ye that fear my God, and hear
The wonders, he hath done.
I sought his heav'nly aid ;
And death's eternal shade. 4 If sin lay cover'd in my heart,
While pray’r employ'd my tongue, The Lord had shown me no regard,
Nor I his praises sung.
Hath set my spirit free ;
PSALM 67. C. M. The prosperity of the nation, and increase of the church. 1 HINE on our land, Jehovah, shine,
With beams of heav'nly grace ! Reveal thy pow'r thro' all our coasts,
And show thy smiling face. 2 Here fix thy throne exalted high,
And, here, our glory stand ; And, like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround thy fav’rite land. 3 When shall thy name from shore to shore
Sound all the earth abroad,
Their Saviour and their God !
Sing loud with solemn voice ;
Let thankful tongues exalt his praise,
And thankful hearts rejoice.
That sits enthron'd above,
In justice and in love.
And yield a full increase :
With fruitfulness and peace.
His choicest favours here;
The vengeance and compassion of God.
And put the troops of hell to flight :
Before the rising tempest flies.
His name Jehovah sounds on high ;
And pris’ners see the light again ;
Shall dwell in chains and darkness still. 5 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown him, ye nations, in your song:
His wond'rous names and pow'rs rehearse ;
His honours shall enrich your verse.
How terrible is God in arms!
Israel is his peculiar throne.
He's your defence, your joy, your rest :
PSALM 68. Second Part. L. M.
Ten thousand angels fill’d the sky;
Like chariots, that attend thy state. 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious when the Lord was there
And struck the chosen tribes with awe, 3. How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious pow'rs of hell,
Were all in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd spirit down,
PSALM 68. Third Part. L. M.
Praise for common and special mercies. I W
E bless the Lord, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies:
2 He sends the sun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
Refresh the thirsty earth again.
The common blessings of his love :
Is endless joy, and endless pains.
And smite him with a lasting wound.
From the deep earth, or deeper seas;
PSALM 69. First Part. L. M.
Christ's passion and sinners' salvation.
The deeper sorrows of our Lord
To overwhelm his holy soul.
While hosts of hell, and pow'rs of death,
To execute their curs'd design,