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But thy Compaffions, LORD,
To endless Years endure;

And Children's Children ever find
Thy Word of Promise sure.

PART III.>

THE LORD, the fov'reign KING,
Hath fix'd his Throne on high;
O'er all the heav'nly World He rules,
And All beneath the Sky.

Ye Angels, great in Might,
And swift to do his Will,

Blefs ye the LORD, whofe Voice ye hear,
Whofe Pleasure ye fulfil.

Let the bright Hofts who wait
The Orders of their King,

And guard his Churches when they pray,
Join in the Praise they sing.

While all his wondrous Works

Through his vaft Kingdom shew'

Their MAKER'S Glory,-thou, my Soul,
Shalt fing his Graces too.

PSALM CIII. Metre ii.

BLESS, O my Soul, the living Goo

Call home thy Thoughts that rove
Let all the Pow'rs within me join [abroad;
In Work and Worship fo divine.

2 Blefs, O my Soul, the GOD of Grace;
His Favours claim thy highest Praise :
Why should the Wonders He hath wrought
Be loft in Silence, and forgot?

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'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,
And cures the Pains that Nature feels :
Redeems the Soul from Hell, and faves
Our wafting Life from threat'ning Graves.
5 Our Youth decay'd, his Pow'r repairs;
His Mercy crowns our growing. Years:
He fatisfiés our Mouth with Good,
And fills our Hopes with heav'nly Food.
6 Let the whole Earth his Pow'r confefs;
Let the whole Earth adore his Grace;
The Gentile with the Jew fhall join
In Work and Worship fo divine.

PART II.

7 THE LORD abounds with tender Love,
And unexampled Acts of Grace:
His waken'd Wrath does flowly move,
His willing Mercy flows apace.

8 As high as Heav'n its Arch extends,
Above this little Spot of Clay;

So much his boundless Love tranfcends
The fmall Refpects that we can pay.

9 As far as 'tis from East to West,

So far has He our Sins remov'd;
Who with a Father's tender Breaft
Has fuch as fear Him always lov'd.

to For God, who all our Frame furveys,
Confiders that we are but Clay ;
How fresh foe'er we feem, our Days
Like Grafs or Flow'rs muft fade away.

11 While they are nipt with fudden Blafts,
Nor can we find their former Place;
GOD's faithful Mercy ever lafts
To those that fear Him, and their Race.

12 Let ev'ry Creature jointly blefs

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The mighty LORD; and thou, my Heart,
With grateful Joy thy Thanks exprefs,
And in this Concert bear thy Part.

PSALM CIV.

Y Soul, thy great Creator praife;
When cloth'd in his celeftial Rays

He in full Majesty appears,

And like a Robe his Glory wears.

2 The Heav'ns are for his Curtains spread;
Th' unfathom'd Deep He makes his Bed:
Clouds are his Chariot, when He flies
On winged Storms across the Skies.

3 Angels, whom his own Breath infpires,
His Minifters, are flaming Fires;
And fwift as Thought their Armies move,
To bear his Vengeance or his Love.

4 The World's Foundations by his Hand
Are pois'd, and fhall for ever stand ;
He binds the Ocean in his Chain,
Left it should drown the Earth again.

5 When Earth was cover'd with the Flood,
Which high above the Mountains flood,
He thunder'd, and the Ocean fled,
Confin'd to its appointed Bed.

6. The fwelling Billows know their Bound,
And in their Channels walk their Round
Yet thence refresh the thirsty Plain,
And Life in all its Forms sustain.

7 He bids the crystal Fountains flow,
And cheer the Valleys as they go;
Tame Heifers there, their Thirst allay,
And for the Stream wild Affes bray.

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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.

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9. GOD from his cloudy Cistern pours
On the parch'd Earth enriching Show'rs;
The Grove, the Garden, and the Field,
A thousand joyful Bleffings yield.

10 He makes the graffy Food arise,

And gives the Cattle large Supplies ;:
With Herbs for Man of various Pow'r,
To nourish Nature, or to cure.

II What noble Fruit the Vines produce!
The Olive yields a fhining Juice;
Our Hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous Wine,
With inward Joy our Faces fhine.

12 O bless his Name, ye Britons, fed
With Nature's chief Supporter, Bread;
While Bread your vital Strength imparts,
Serve Him with Vigour in your Hearts.

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:-
Sleep is thy Gift, that fweet Relief

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.

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