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19 Nor less thy Glories in the Deep,
Where Fish in Millions iwim and creep
Still wand'ring in the Paths below.
And Flocks of scaly Monfters play ;
21 VAST are thy Works, Almighty LORD!
All Nature rests upon thy Word,
Waiting their Portion from thy Hands. 22 While each receives his diff'rent Food,
Their cheerful Looks pronounce it good;
Rejoice and praise in diff'rent Forms. 23 But when thy Face is hid, they mourn,
And dying, to their Dust return;
Life, Breath, and Spirit, all are Thine. 24 Yet Thou canst breathe on Duft again,
And fill the World with Beasts and Men;
Repairs the Wastes of Time and Death. 25 His Works, the Wonders of his Might,
Are honour'd with his own Delight;
26 The Earth stands trembling at thy Stroke;
And at thy Touch the Mountains smoke
And tell their Wants to fov'reign Grace. 27 In Thee my Hopes and Wifhes meet,
And make my Meditations sweet;
Till it expires in endless Joy,
Their Glory bury'd with their Dust,
Invoke his facred Name : [LORD, Acquaint the Nations with his Deeds,
His Matchlefs Deeds proclaim. 2 Sing to his Praife in lofty Hymns,
His wondrous Works rehearse;
The Subject of your Verfe.
Alone to be ador'd ;
Who humbly seek the LORD.
Devoutly still implore ;
His Face for evermore.
5 let the Works his Hands have wrought
Your Admiration move;
And Wonders of his Love.
For num'rous Ages past,
In equal Force shall last.
7 GOD fware to Abr' ham and his Seed,
And made the Blessings fure;
And find his Truth endure. 8 « Thy Seed fhall make all Nations blest,
(Said the Almighty Voice) « And Canaan's Land shall be their Rest,
“ The Type of heav'nly Joys.” 9 How large the Grant! Howrich the Grace,
To give them Canaan's Land,
A little feeble Band. 10 Like Pilgrims through the Countries round,
Securely they remoy'd ;
Severely He reprov’d.
“ Shall foon revenge the Wrong ;
« Shall know their God is strong,"
12 Then let the World forbear its Rage,
Nor put the Church in Fear
And be th’ Almighty's Care.
13 THUS were the Tribes from Bondage
And left the hated Ground ; [brought, Each fome Egyptian Spoils had got;
And not One feeble found.
And mark'd their Journeys right;
A fiery Guide by Night.
In rich Abundance flow;
Ran all the Desert through.
Of ever-flowing Grace !
Through all this Wilderness.
The chosen Tribes possest
And there enjoy'd their Rest.
The Church renounce her Fear;
And be th’Almighty's Care.
P S A L M CVI.
The Fountain of eternal Love,
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
Not only vast, but numberless
His Tribute of immortal Praise ? 3 Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy Judgments never stray,
But always practise what they know. 4 Extend to me that Favour, LORD,
Thou to thy Chofen doft afford;
Let thy Salvation visit me.
Thy Saints in full Prosperity!
Whofe Love no Limit knows nor But O, what Tongue in equal Lay [End; His Acts can speak, his Praise display? Thrice happy who with fteadfast Will
The Dictates of his Law fulfil ! 2 O grant me, with thy Flock, to prove
The Pow'r of thy redeeming Love ;