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3 Let the bright hosts who wait
The orders of their King,
Join in the praise they sing.
Thro' his vast kingdom New Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul,
Shalt fing his graces too.
PSA L M CIV.
Y foul, thy great Creator praise;
When cloth'd in his celestial rays
And, like a robe, his glory wears.
Old 112th or 127th Pfalm, by adding these two
Otherwise it must be sung as the rooth Pfalm. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
Th’unfathom'd deep he makes his bed:
On winged forms a-cross the skies.
His ministers are flaming fires;
To bear his veogance or his love.
Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand:
5 When earth was cover'd with the flood,
Which high above the mountains stood,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
And in their channels walk their round;
They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow,
And chear the valleys as they go;
And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasaot trees which made the brink,
The lark and linnet light to drink;
9 God, from his cloudy cistern, pours
On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs:
A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large fupplies;
To nourish nature, or to cure.
The olive yields a shiping juice;
With inward joy our faces fhiae.
While bread your vital strength imparts,
13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests fecure on bigho 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat;
And at the airy mountains foot
He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
prey. 26 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And roaring ask their meat from God;
The favage beast to covert flies. 17. Then man to daily labour goes;
The night was made for his repose;.
From tirefome toil and wafting grief, 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!
And ev'ry land thy riches fill;
This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor lefs thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep,
2o There ships divide their watry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play;
21 Vaft ar 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 chearful looks pronounce it good:
Rejoice and praile in diff'rent forms.
And dying to their dust return;
Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine.
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;
The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy ftroke,
And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
And tell their wants to sov'reigo grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet;
G And reli the world his grace;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.
Their glory bury'd with their dust,
PSALM CV. Abridged.
VIVE thanks to God, invoke his name,
grace; Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
For num'rous ages past,
In cqual force fhall last.
And made the blessing fure:
And find his truth endure.
(Said the Almighty voice)
“ The type of heav'nly joys."
To give them Canaan's land,
A little feeble band !
Securely they remov'd;
Scverely he reprow'd,