17 18 I But thy Compaffions, LORD, And Children's Children ever find PART III.> THE LORD, the fov'reign KING, Ye Angels, great in Might, Blefs ye the LORD, whofe Voice ye hear, Let the bright Hofts who wait And guard his Churches when they pray, While all his wondrous Works Through his vaft Kingdom shew' Their MAKER'S Glory,-thou, my Soul, PSALM CIII. Metre ii. BLESS, O my Soul, the living Goo Call home thy Thoughts that rove 2 Blefs, O my Soul, the GOD of Grace; 3 'Tis He, my Soul, that fent his SON To die for Crimes which thou haft done: He owns the Ranfom, and forgives The hourly Follies of our Lives. 4 The Vices of the Mind He heals, PART II. 7 THE LORD abounds with tender Love, 8 As high as Heav'n its Arch extends, So much his boundless Love tranfcends 9 As far as 'tis from East to West, So far has He our Sins remov'd; to For God, who all our Frame furveys, 11 While they are nipt with fudden Blafts, 12 Let ev'ry Creature jointly blefs I The mighty LORD; and thou, my Heart, PSALM CIV. Y Soul, thy great Creator praife; He in full Majesty appears, And like a Robe his Glory wears. 2 The Heav'ns are for his Curtains spread; 3 Angels, whom his own Breath infpires, 4 The World's Foundations by his Hand 5 When Earth was cover'd with the Flood, 6. The fwelling Billows know their Bound, 7 He bids the crystal Fountains flow, 8 From pleasant Trees which fhade the Brink, The Lark and Linnet light to drink ; Their Songs the Lark and Linnet raise, And chide our Silence in his Praife. 9. GOD from his cloudy Cistern pours 10 He makes the graffy Food arise, And gives the Cattle large Supplies ;: II What noble Fruit the Vines produce! 12 O bless his Name, ye Britons, fed PART III. 13 BEHOLD the ftately Cedar ftands Rais'd in the Forest by his Hands; Birds to the Boughs for Shelter fly, And build their Nefts fecure on high. 14To craggy Hills afcends the Goat; And at the airy Mountain's Foot The feebler Creatures make their Cell: He gives them Wisdom where to dwell. 15 He fets the Sun his circling Race, Appoints the Moon to change her Face; And when thick Darkness veils the Day, Calls out wild Beafts to hunt their Prey. 16 Fierce Lions lead their Young abroad, And roaring afk their Meat from God; But when the Morning-Beams arise, The favage Beaft to Covert flies. 17 Then Man to daily Labour goes; The Night was made for his Repofe:- From tirefome Toil and wafting Grief. 18 How ftrange thy Works! how great thy And ev'ry Land thy Riches fill; [Skill! Thy Wildom round the World we fee, This fpacious Earth is full of THEE. |