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PARA. I. Pfalm CXLVIII.
EN'RAL praise to God be giv'n;
Praise him in the height of heav'n:
Him, ye glorious hofts, proclaim,
Saints and angels, blefs his name!
2 Sun, his lofty praise difplay,
His who made thee king of day:
Moon, adore the god of light,
God, who made thee queen of night.
3 Stars, your tribute too be giv'n,
Spangles in the robe of heav'n:
God, your awful fovereign, own,
Bright forerunner of the morn.
4 Praise thou curtain of the sky,
(Hiding heav'n from mortal eye)
Him that spreads thy wat'ry clouds,
Celebrate the God of gods.
5 Highest heav'n, his dwelling place,
Lift thy voice, refound his praise.
Hymn "the dweller ev'ry where,"
Prefent more fupremely there.
6 Sun and moon, and stars and light,
Heav'n and sky, and clouds unite:
Verbal creatures of the Lord,
Swift exifting at his word.
7 'Stablish'd firm by his command,
Lo! immoveable, we stand;
Him, th' ineffable adore,
Own his regulating pow'r.
8. Womb and fepulchre of man,
Join, O earth, the grateful train :
Praife, 'till, in the laft great fire,
Thou and all thy works expire.
9 Ocean, with thy num'rous brood,
Swell to magnify thy God:
Roll his praife from fhore to fhore,
Lift his name and found his pow'r.
10 Praife him, fire and hail, and fnow,
Praise him, all ye winds that blow :
Cold and heat-let each extreme
Join to render praise to him.
11 Storms difpenfing waste and death,
Dreadful meffengers of wrath;
Spread his fear and praise abroad,
Weapons of an angry God.
12 Mountains, vales, and hills, and trees,
Tell how good your Maker is;
His exalted praise declare,
Feather'd fongfters of the air.
13 Beafts of prey, where'er ye prowl,
Join to make the concert full :
Cattle, low Jehovah's fame;
Meaneft infects, do the fame.
14 Kings and people, rich and 'poor,
Celebrate creating pow'r ;
Who are ranfom'd by the Lamb,
Join to praife the great I AM.
15 Female, male of ev'ry age,
From the fuckling to the fage,
All confpire with one accord,
Chaunt the glories of the Lord.
16 Worthy praise can ne'er be giv'n,
'Till his faints arrive at heav'n,
There, with all the glorious ones,
Sing his praife and caft their crowns.
PARA. II. Names of Chrift, expreffive of his
Offices, taken from various Parts of Scripture.
1 LOW at thy feet, O Christ, we fall,
Enabled to confefs,
And call thee by the Holy Ghost,
The Lord our righteousness.
2 God over all Immanuel reigns,
With his great Father one;
The brightnefs of his glory thou,
And partner of his throne.
3 Author and finifher of faith,
In all that know thy name;
A lion to thy ftubborn foes,
But to thy friends a lamb.
4 Sceptre of Ifrael, prince of peace,
Immortal king of kings:
The fun of righteoufnefs that fines
With healing in his wings.
5 The gift of God to fallen man,
The Lord of quick and deal:
A well of life to fainting fouls,
And their fuftaining bread.
6 Foundation of thy people's joy,
Their pardon and their reft;
On earth our facrifice for fin,
In heav'n our great high priest.
7 The Lord of life, who suffer'd death
That we might heav'n regain:
The fource of bleffing, who, on earth,
Was made a curse for man.
8 Was poor that Adam's needy fons
Treasure in thee might find;
Repairer of the dreadful breach,
Reftorer of mankind.
9 Through thy defert a fallen race
To God may gain access;
With thy fine linen deck our fouls,
Thy perfect righteoufnefs.
10 With that celeftial robe endued,
We ev'ry foe defy;
On earth it fhall our armour be,
Our glory in the sky.
PARA. III. The Prayer of King Manajes paraphrafed.
1 AUTHOR of all in earth and sky,
From whom the stars derive their light,
When thou art wroth the planets die,
And melt as nothing in thy fight.
2 Meafur'd by thine almighty hand,
Unfathom'd feas of liquid glafs,
Obedient, own thy high command,
And keep the bounds they cannot pafs.
Shut up by their reftraining Lord,
They in their proper channels flow:
Obey Jehovah's fovereign word,
"Here, and no farther, fhall ye go." 4 Thy terrors as a blazing flame,
Devour and weigh the finner down:
The mighty tremble at thy name,
And nations quake beneath thy frown.
5 Tremendous as thy judgments are,
Thy pity too no limit knows;
Thine arm is ftretch'd the meek to fpare,
And terribly confume thy foes.
6 With shame, great God, I own with me,
Thy waiting mercy long hath borne,
Yet would I not come back to thee,
Proudly refufing to return.
7 When mercy call'd I ftopp'd my ear,
How did I from the Saviour rove,
And, bent on death, refufe to hear
The voice of thy inviting love!
8 Blind were my eyes, and hard my heart,
And proof against thy ftriving grace:
I would from thee, my ftrength, depart,
And ceafe to walk in wifdom's ways.
9 But lo! On thee I fix my hope;
Be thou my friend and advocate:
Gracious Redeemer, lift me up,
And raise me to my first estate.
10 Faith in thy merit is thy gift,
By which thou doft backfliders heal:
Impart it, gracious Lord, to lift
My abject foul from whence I fell.
II Destruction fhall not feize the just,
Whose fin already is forgiv❜n,
Whom thou haft refcu'd from the lost,
And number'd with the heirs of heav'n.
12 To finners, of whom I am chief,
Thy healing promises pertain;
Who fell from thee through unbelief,
By faith may be reftor'd again.
13 Of boundless mercy I have need,
My fins have took deep hold on me;
In number they the grains exceed,
That form the margin of the fea.
14 Meek on the earth thy fervant lies,
And humbly makes his forrows known;
Unworthy to lift up my eyes
To heav'n, my injur'd Maker's throne.
15 Bow'd with my fenfe of fin, I faint,
Beneath the complicated load;
Father, attend my deep complaint,
I am thy creature, thou my God!
16 Tho' I have broke thy righteous law,
Yet with me let thy spirit ftay;
Thyfelf from me do not withdraw,
Nor take my spark of hope away.
17 Mercy unlimited is thine,
God of the penitent thou art;
The faving pow'r of blood divine,
Shall wipe the anguifh from my heart.
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