Brought his own cov'nant to his thoughts,
And call'd them still his fons.

5

Their names were in his book,

He fav'd them from their foes: Oft he chaftis'd, but ne'er forfook The people that he chose.

6 Let Ifra'l bless the Lord,

Who lov'd their antient race; And Chriftians join the folemn word Amen to all the praife.

PSALM CVII. First Part. Ifrael led to Cannan, and Chriftians to heaven.

G

IVE thanks to God; he reigns above,

Kind are his thoughts, his name is love;
His mercy ages past have known,

And ages long to come, fhall own.
2 Let the redeemed of the Lord
The wonders of his grace record;
Ifra'l the nation whom he chose,
And refcu'd from their mighty foes.
3 [When God's almighty arm had broke
Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke,
They trac'd the defart, wand'ring round
A wild and folitary ground.

4 There they could find no leading road,
Nor city for a fix'd abodē;

Nor food nor fountain to affuage Their burning thirft, or hunger's rage.] 5 In their diftrefs to God they cry'd, God was their Saviour and their guide; He led their march far wand'ring round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground,

6 Thus when our first release we gain From fin's old yoke, and Satan's chain, We have this defart world to pass, A dang'rous and a tiresome place, 7 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps left we ftray, He guards us with a pow'rful hand, And brings us to the heav'nly land. 3 O let the faints with joy record! The truth and goodnefs of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise.

PSALM CVII. Second Part. Correction for fin, and releafe by prayer. age exalt his name, FROM age to

God and his grace are ftill the fame; He fills the hungry foul with food, And feeds the poor with ev'ry good. 2 But if their hearts rebel and rife Against the God that rules the fkies, If they reject his heav'nly word, And flight the counfels of the Lord.

3

He'll bring their spirits to the ground,
And no deliv'rer fhall be found;

Laden with grief they wafte their breath
In darkness and the fhades of death.

4 Then to the Lord they raife their cries,
He makes the dawning light arise,
And fcatters all that difmal fhade,
That hung fo heavy round their head,

Takes off the load of guilt and grief, And gives the lab'ring foul relief. 60 may the fons of men record The wondrous goodnefs of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways!! Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise.

PSALM CVII.

Third Part.

Intemperance punished and pardoned; or, Apfalm for the glutton and the drunkard.

I AIN man, on foolish pleasures bent,
Prepares for his own punishment:

What pains, what lothsome maladies
From luxury and lust arise!

2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste,
Yet drowns his health to please his tafte;
Till all his active pow'rs are loft,
And fainting life draws near the duft.

3 The glutton groans, and loaths to eat,
His foul abhors delicious meat;
Nature with heavy loads oppreft
Would yield to death to be releas'd,

4 Then how the frighted finners fly
To God for help with earneft cry!
He hears their groans, prolongs their breath,
And faves them from approaching death.

5 No med'cines could effect the cure
So quick, fo eafy, or fo fure:

The deadly, fentence God repeals,
He fends his fov'reign word and heals.

60 may the fons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!

And let their thankful off'rings prove
How they adore their Maker's love.

PSALM CVII. Fourth Part, Long Metre. Deliverance from ftorms and Shipwreck; or, The feaman's Song.

WOULD you behold

the works of God,

His wonders in the world abroad,

Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the feas.
2 They leave their native fhores behind,
And feize the favour of the wind;
Till God command, and tempefts rife,
That heave the ocean to the skies,

3 Now to the heav'ns they mount amain,
Now fink to dreadful deeps again;
What ftrange affrights young failors feel,
And like a staggering drunkard reel !
4. When land is far, and death is nigh,
Loft to all hope, to God they cry:
His mercy hears their loud address,
And fends falvation in diftrefs.

5 He bids the winds their wrath affuage,
The furious waves forget their rage;
"Tis calm; and failors fmile to fee
The haven where they wish'd to be.

60 may the fons of men record

The wond'rous goodness of the Lord!
Let them their private off'rings bring,
And in the church his glory fing.

PSALM CVII. Fourth part. Common Metre.

THY

The mariner's pfalm.

I HY works of glory, mighty Lord,
Thy wonders in the deeps,

The fons of courage fhall record,
Who trade in floating ships.

2 At thy command the winds arife,
And fwell the tow'ring waves;
The men aftonish'd mount the fkies,
And fink in gaping graves.

3 [Again they climb the wat'ry hills,
And plunge in deeps again;
Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels,
And finds his courage vain.

4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with flutt'ring breath,
And hopeless of the distant shore,
Expect immediate death ]

5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
He hears the loud request,
And orders filence thro' the fkies,
And lays the floods to rest.

6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
And fee the storm allay'd:

Now to their eyes the port appears;
There let their vows be paid.

7 'Tis God that brings them fafe to land;
Let ftupid mortals know

That waves are under his command,
And all the winds that blow.

8 O that the fons of men would praise
The goodness of the Lord!