Yet thou canft breathe on duft again,
Raise a new race of beasts and men;
A word of thy creating breath

Repairs the waftes of time and death.
II Thy hand in all, O God, we see ;
The universe is full of thee;"

Thy praises fhall my breath employ,
Thy praise be my fublimeft joy.

CLXVI. PSALM CIV. Long Met. UNKNOWN. The Majefty and Glory of God.

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Attempt the great Creator's praise; No mortal verfe can reach the theme, No praise can anfwer to his fame.

Enthroned amidst the radiant fpheres, He like a garment glory wears; And boundless wisdom, power and grace Command our awe, invite our praise.

Before his throne a fhining band Of cherub and of feraph ftand; Ethereal fpirits, who in flight Outstrip the rapid fpeed of light.

To God all nature owes its birth, He formed the ponderous globe of earth; He raised the glorious arch on high, And floored it with the azure sky.

In all creation's grand defign

Omnipotence and wifdom fhine;

His works through all this wondrous frame Bear the great imprefs of his name.

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Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Our fouls his high perfections fing.
O let his praise employ our tongue,
And liftening worlds applaud the fong.

CLXVII. PSALM CIV. M. M. BARBAULD.

Praise to a bounteous GOD.

RAISE to God, immortal praise
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous fource of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ;

For the bleffings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the generous olive's ufe:

Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow fheaves of ripened grain,

Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse;
4 All that fpring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;

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All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing ftores.

These to thee, great God, we owe;
Source whence all our bleffings flow;
And for these our fouls fhall raife
Holy vows and joyful praise.

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Yet fhould rifing whirlwinds tear From its ftem the ripening ear;

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Should the fig-tree's blafted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit;

Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;

Though the fickening flock's fhould fall,
And the herds defert the ftall;

Should thine altered hand restrain
The early and the latter rain ;
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rifing year deftroy;

Yet to thee my foul fhould raise
Holy vows and grateful praise;
Life is only dear to me,

As it leads me, Lord, to thee.

CLXVII. PSALM CV. Com. Met. STEELE.

Defire of God's Prefence and Favour.

ERMIT me, Lord, to feek thy face,
Obedient to thy call,

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To feek the prefence of thy grace,

My ftrength, my life, my all.

2 All I can wifh is thine to give;
Give me, O God, thy love,
The best gift while on earth I live,
The blifs of heaven above.

3 To heaven my conftant heart afpires:
O for a quickening ray,
To render ftronger my defires,

And cheer me on my way.

4 My guardian, my almighty friend,

On thee my foul would reft,

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On thee alone my hopes depend,
With thee I'm wholly bleft.

CLXIX. PSALM CVI. Long Met. TATE.

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The Righteous happy in GOD.

RAISE be to God enthroned above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whofe mercy firm thro' ages paft
Hath ftood, and fhall for ever laft.
2 Who can his glorious deeds exprefs,
The fource of boundless happiness ?
What mortal eloquence can raise
A tribute equal to his praife?

3 Happy are they, and only they,
Who from his counfels never ftray;
Who know the right, nor only know,
But with a holy ardour glow.

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Be this my happiness to fee

His faints in full profperity!

That I the joyful choir may join,

And deem his people's triumph mine.

CLXX. PSALM CVI. Long Met. WATTS.

Praife to GOD, and Communion with good Men.

O. God, the great, the ever-bleft,

His mercy firm for ever ftands,

O give the thanks his love demands.

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Who knows the wonders of his ways?
Who can fulfil his boundless praise ?
Bleft are the fouls which fear him ftill,
And pay obedience to his will.

O may I fee his friends rejoice,
And aid their triumphs with my voice!
This is my glory, Lord, to be

Joined to thy faints, and near to thee.

CLXXI. PSALM CVII. C. M. MERRICK.

Intemperance chaftifed and reformed.

10 God above from all below

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Let hymns of praise afcend;
Whose bleffings inexhaufted flow,
Whofe mercy knows no end.

2 Beneath his wife chaftisement groan
Behold th' intemperate band;
Folly's fad fruits they reap, and own
The juftice of his hand.

3 Averfe from food, their languid foul
The needful meal foregoes;
Life feels its current faintly roll,

And haftens to its close.

4 Diftreffed, to God they make their prayer; And nature joyful fees

His aid their ruined ftrength repair,
Her fierceft tortures ease.

5 Thus rescued, may those bless their God, Who thus his mercy prove;

And to avoid his future rod,
From folly's ways remove.