And while thy Mercy on our Heads With them th' accepted Hymn to fingi To Thee, my SAVIOUR and my KING. 3 Too faithful Followers of our Sires, Our Life with theirs, great God, confpires Thy Wrath on this our Realm to call, And teach thy Terrors here to fall; Where foon Oblivion can efface Each Act of thy ftupendous Grace. 4 Yet, ftill our FATHER, ftill our FRIEND, To Ifrael's Voice, great GOD, attend; That Sion with delighted Ear The hallow'd Strains again my hear: PSALM CVII. 10 God above from All below Let Hymns of Praise ascend ; Whofe Bleffings unexhaufted flow, Whose Mercy knows no End. 2 But chief by thofe his Name be bleft, Beheld them by the Foe opprefs'd, 3 To Eaft, to Weft, to South, to North, His Hand in Pity brought them forth, 4 Behold them o'er the Desert stray, 5 Ah! what fhall cheer their fainting Mind, 6 Diftrefs'd, to GOD they make their Pray'r: 7 O then that All would blefs his Name, PART II. 8 WHO o'er the Waves from Shore to Shore 9 By thefe his Works are feen; his Ways By thefe are understood; He fpeaks the Word; the Storm obeys, 10 Now high as Heav'n the Bark afcends, Each Heart beneath the Terror bends, II As gorg'd with Wine, in wild Amaze Nor Hope furvives, their Souls to raise, 213 12 Diftreft, to God they make their Pray'r, Obedient to his Will, The Storms that rag'd, their Rage forbear, 13 Joy now revives each anxious Mind; 14 O then that All would bless his Name, PART III. 15 GOD fpeaks; and lo, a burning Waste, 16 Sad Witness of fome dire Offence, No more its wonted Gifts difpenfe, K 17 He bids; and o'er the Defert wide. New Springs the thirsty Earth divide, 18 And now they fow the foodful Grain, Now waves the Harveft o'er the Plain, 19 Anon, if, funk with heaviest Woe, 20 His Hand affords the wifh'd Release, And bids them like the Flocks increase 21 His Works attentive while it fees, PSALM CVIII. Metre i. ༈ GOD, my Heart is fully bent My Tongue, with cheerful Songs of Praise, 2 Awake, my.. Lute, nor thou, my Harp, While I, with early Hymns of Joy, 3 To all the lift'ning Tribes, O LORD, Thy Wonders I will tell, And to those Nations fing thy Praise 4 Because thy Mercy's boundless Height 5 Be Thou, O GOD, exalted high- 6 That all thy chofen People Thee I PSALM CVIII. Metre ii. GOD, my Heart is fix'd, is bent, Its thankful Tribute to prefent; And, with my Heart, my Voice I'll raise To Thee, my GOD, in Songs of Praise. 2 Awake my Glory,-Harp and Lute, 3 Thy Praifes, LORD, I will refound |