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3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air are thine;
The author is divine.
Born by the winds around,
The furrows of the ground,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy goodness crowas the year.
PSALM LXV. Third part. Common Metre.
The blessings of the spring; or, God gives rain.
A psalm for the husbandman.
OOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King, ,
And bids the grass appear.
Pour out, at thy command,
To chear the thirsty land.
Permit the corn to spriog;
And the poor lab'rers fing.
Rejoice at falling show'rs:
Perfume the air with flow'rs,
5 The barren clods, refresh'd with raia,
Promile a joyful crop;
And raise the reaper's hope.
How bounteous are thy ways !
And shepherds (hout thy praise.
PSALM LXVI. First Part.
Governing power and goodness; or, Our grace tried
ING, all ye nations, to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noise;
His honours and your joys.
« How terrible art thou:
“ Or at thy feet they bow."
How glorious are his ways?
And cleaves the frighted feas. 4 He made the ebbing channel dry,
While Ifra'l pass'd the flood;
And triumph in their God.] 5 He rules by bis refiftless might;
Will rebel mortal dare Provoke th' Eternal to the fight,
And tempt that dreadful war?
6 o bless our God, and never cease;
Ye faints, fulfil his praise ;
And guides our doubtful ways. 7 Lord, thou haft prov'd our fuff'ring fouls,
To make our graces shine;
The metal to refine.
We march at thy command,
By thine unerring hand.
Praise to God for hearing prayer.
lo my distressful hour.
To make his mercies known;
The wonders he has done.
I fought his heav'nly aid;
And death's eternal shade. 4. If sin lay cover'd in my heart
While pray'r employ'd my tongue,
Nur 1 his praises lung.
Hus let my spirit free,
Nor turn’d from him my poor request,
Nor turo'd his heart from me.
PSALM LXVII. The nation's profperity, and the church's increase, SE
HINE, mighty God, on Britain fhine
With beams of heav'nly grace; Reveal thy pow'r thro' all our coafts,
And Mew thy smiling face. 2 [Amidst our ille exalted high
Do thou our glory stand,
Surround the fav'rite land.)
Sound all the earth abroad,
Their Saviour and their God? 4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
And British hearts rejoice.
That fits enthron'd above,
In justice and in love.
And yield a full increase;
With fruittulness and peace.
His choicest favours here,
Shall fee, adore, and fear.
PSALM LXVIII. First Part. 1,-6, 32,--35.
The vengeance and compassion of God. 1
ET God arise in all his might,
And put the troops of hell to flight;
Before the rising tempeft flies.
Justice and vengeance are his names;
Like melting wax before the fire.]
His name Jehovah sounds on high:
Ye faints rejoice before his face. 4 The widow and the fatherless
Fly to his aid in sharp distress!
A Judge that's just, a Father kind.
And pris'ners see the light again ;
Crown him ye nations, in your song:
His honours shall enrich your verse.
How terrible is God in arms!