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PSALM CXII. Long Metre.
Loves his commands, and trusts his word;
And blessings to his feed defcend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind,
To works of mercy still inclin'd:
Or gives them, not to be repaid.
That fill his neighbours round with dread,
For God with all his pow'r is there. 4 His soul well fix'd upon the Lord,
Drays heav'nly courage from his word;
To chear his heart, and bless his eyes. + 5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,
His works are still before his God;
And follows his commands,
Or gives with liofral hands.
To all the fons of need;
With blessings crí his feed.
3. No evil tidings Mall surprize
His well establish'd mind;
And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress
Some beams of light shalf shine,
And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and fove
Remain before the Lord :
Shall be his sure reward.
PSALM CXIII. Proper Tune.
The honours of his name record,
Let lands and feas his pow'r confefs. 2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds;
The heav'ns are far below his height:
Arm'd with his upcreated might, 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright holts of angels do.
And bends his care to mortal things;
4 Wheo childless families despair,
To rescue their expiring name;
Let ev'ry age advance his fame.
PSALM CXIII Long Metre.
God fovereign and gracious.
In ev'ry age bis praises fing;
The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,
Staods his high throne of majesty;
Nor bound his universal reign. 3
Which of the fons of Adam dare,
Who dwells in uncreated light!
What faints above and angels do;
The mean affairs of men below. 5 From duft and cottages obscure
His grace exalts the humble poor;
And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 [ A word of his creating voice
Can mậke the barren house rejoice:
7 With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done :
Miracles attending Israel's journey.
THEN Ifra'l, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
V Left the proud tyrant and his land,
Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 A-cross the deep their journey lay;
The deep divides to make them way;
With backward current to his head.
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
And whence the fright that Sinai feels? 5
Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry food
Tremble thou earth, adore, and fear. 6 He thunders, and all nature mourns,
The rock to standing pools he turns;
PSALM CXV. First Metre. The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reprov'd. 1 TOT to ourselves who are but duft'
Not to ourselves is glory due,
Thou only gracious, wife and true. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful name;
Why should a Heathen's baughty tongue
Say, “ Where's the God you've ferv'd so long!" 3 The God we serve maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the fkies,
He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore
Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
A filver saiot, or golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve their head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;
And vows are scattered in the wind.
Nor hands to save when mortals pay;
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 0 Ifra'l, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge and thy reft;
And bless the people and the priest.
They dwell in filence and the grave;