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4 'Twas he this earth's foundations laid;
Heav'n is the building of his hand:
This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade,

And all be chang'd at his command.
5 The starry curtains of the sky
Like garments shall be laid aside;
But still thy throne stands firm and high;

Thy church for ever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live,

And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world (hall they survive,

And the dead saints be rais'd again.
PSALM CIII. 1,–7. First Part. Long Metre.
Blessing God for his goodness to foul and body.

LESS, O my soul, the living God;

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Let all the pow'rs within me join

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2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace,

His favours claim the highest praise:
Why should the wonders he hath wrought

Be lost in filence, and forgot?
3 'Tis he, my foul, that sent his Son

To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, 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 foul from hell, and saves

Our wasting life from threat'ning graves. 5 Our youth decayd his pow'r repairs;

His mercy crowas our growing years:

He satisfies our mouth with good,

And fills our hopes with heav'nly food.
6 He sees th'oppressor and th'opprest,

And often gives the fuff'rers rest!
But will his justice more display

In the last great rewarding day.
7 [His pow'r he shew'd by Moses' hands,

And gave to Isra'l his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down

To all the nations by his Son.
8 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess;

Let the whole earth adore his grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
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PSALM CIII. 8,-18. Second Part.

Long Metre.
God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to

his people.
HE Lord, how wond'rous are his ways!

How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne;

And thence he makes his glories knowo.
2 Not half so high his pow'r bath spread,

The starry heav'ns above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,

Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd

The rising morning from the West,
As his forgiving grace removes

The daily guilt of those he loves.
4 How slowly doth his wrath arise!

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And if he lets his anger burn,

How soon his frowns to pity turn !
5 Amidst his wrath compaffion shines;

His strokes are lighter than our fios;
And while his rod corrects his faints,

His ear indulges their complaints.
6 So fathers their young fons chastife,

With gentle hands and melting eyes:
The children weep beneath the smart,
And move the pity of their heart.

7 The mighty God, the wife and just,

Knows that our frame is feeble duft,
And will no heavy loads impose

Beyond the strength that he bestows, 8 He knows how foon our nature dies,

Blasted by ev'ry wind that flies;
Like grass we spring, and die as soon,

Or morning flow'rs that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is fure

To all the faints, and shall endure;
From age to age bis truth shall reigo,
Nor childrens children hope in vain.

PSALM CIIL. 1,-7. First Part. Short Metre.
Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies.

Bless the Lord, my soul;

Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favours are divine. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul; Nor let his mercies lye

Forgotten in unthankfulness;

And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,

'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses;

And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom'd from the grave; He that redeem'd my fou from hell,

Hath sov'reign pow'r to fave. 5 He fills the poor with good;

He gives the suff'rers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,

And justice for th' oppreft.
6 His wond'rous works and ways

He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace,

By his beloved Son.


MWhore mercies are so great;

PSALM CIII. 8,-18. Second Part.

Short Metre.
Abounding compasion of God; ar, Mercy in the

midst of judgment.
Y soul
Whose mercies are so

great; Whofe anger is so flow to rise,

So ready to abate.
2 God will not always chide;

And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our guilt.
3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd

Above the ground we tread,

So far the riches of his grace

Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His pow'r subdues our sins,

And his forgiving love
Far as the Eaft is from the West,

Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord

To those that fear his name, Is fuch as tender parents feel:

He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust,

Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; His anger, like a rifing wind,

Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r:
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.
8 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;
And childrens children ever find

Thy words of promise fure.
PSALM CIII. 19,-22. Third Part. Short Metre.
God's universal dominion ; or, Angels praise

the Lord.
HE Lord, the sov'reign king,

Hath fix'd his throde on high;
O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,

And all beneath the sky.
2 Ye angels, great in might,

And swift to do his will;
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,

Whose pleafure ye fulfil.


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