Bow to the glories of his pow't,
And blefs his wondrous grace.
2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And fend your fouls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion chears our hearts
With rays of quickning grace;
The God that fpreads the heav'ns abroad,
And rules the fwelling feas.
PSALM CXXXV. 1-4, 14, 19-21. Fir Pari.
Long Metre.
The church is God's boufe and care.
RAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait,
Ye faints, that to his houfe belong,
Or ftand attending at his gate.
2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good;
To praife his name is fweet employ:
Ifra'l he chofe of old and ftill
His church is his peculiar joy.
3 The Lord himself will judge his faints;
He treats his fervants as his friends;
And when he hears their fore complaints,
Repeats the forrows that he fends.
4 Thro' ev'ry age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th' oppreffor's rod;
He gives his fuff'ring fervants reft,
And will be known Th' almighty God.
5 Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love,
People and priefts-exalt his name:
Amongst his faints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerufalem.
PSALM CXXXV. 5-12. Second Part. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and Deftruction of Enemies.
REAT is the Lord, exalted high,
Above all pow'rs, and ev'ry throne;
Whate'er he pleafe in earth or fea,
Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.
2 At his command the vapours rife,
The lightnings flafn, the thunders roar
He pours the rain, he brings the wind,
And tempeft from his airy ftore,
3 'Twas he thofe dreadful tokens fent,
O Egypt, thro' thy ftubborn land;
When all thy first-born, beasts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand.
4. What mighty nations, mighty kings
He flew, and their whole country gave
To Ifra'l, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's flave.
5 His power the fame, the fame his grace,
That faves us from the hofts of hell:
And heav'n he gives us to poffefs,
Whence those apoftate angels fell.
PSALM CXXXV. Common Metre.
Praife due to God, not to idols.
Your sweetest paffions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you fing,
Increasing with the praise.
2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown
Are his divine employ:
But ftill his faints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
3 Heav'n, earth and fea confefs his hand;
He bids the vapours rife ;
Lightning and ftorm at his command
Sweep thro' the founding skies,
4 All pow'r that Gods or kings have claim'd
Is found with him alone;
But Heathen gods fhould ne'er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah's known.
5 Which of the stocks or ftones they trust
Can give them show'rs of rain;
In vain they worship glitt'ring duft,
And pray to gold in vain.
6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were ne'er defign'd to walk,
Nor hands have pow'r to fave.
are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor hear when mortals pray;
Mortals, that wait for their relief,
Are blind and deaf as they.]
8 O Britain, know thy living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches his abode,
And claims thine honours there.
PSALM CXXXVI. Common Metre. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Ifrael, and falvation of his people.
IVE thanks to God the fov'reign Lord; "Hismercies ftill endure."
And be the King of Kings ador'd, "His truth is ever fure."
2 What wonders hath his wisdom done!
How mighty is his hand!"
Heav'n, earth and fea, he fram'd alone:
"How wide is his command!"
3 The fun fupplies the day with light:
"How bright his counfels fhine"
The moon and stars adorn the night:
66 His works are all divine."
4 [He ftruck the fons of Egypt dead:
"How dreadful is his rod !"
And thence with joy his people led:
"How gracious is our God!"
5 He cleft the fwelling fea in two;
"His arm is great in might:"
And gave the tribes a paffage thro'
"His pow'r and grace unite."
6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd;
"How glorious are his ways!"
And brought his faints thro' defart ground: "Eternal be his praise."
7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand;
"Victorious is his fword;"
While Ifra'l took the promis'd land:
"And faithful is his word."]
8 He faw the nations dead in fin;
"He felt his pity move:"
How fad the state the world was in!
"How boundless was his love!
9 He fent to fave us from our woe;
"His goodness never fails;"
From death, and hell and ev'ry foe; "And still his grace prevails."
10 Give thanks to God the heav'nly king; "His mercies ftill endure"
Let the whole earth his praises fing; "His truth is ever fure."
PSALM CXXXVI. As the 148th Pfalm.
IVE thanks to God moft high,
The univerfal Lord!
The fov'reign King of kings;
And be his grace ador'd.
"His pow'r and grace
"Are ftill the fame;
"And let his name
"Have endless praife."
2 How mighty is his hand?
What wonders hath he done!
He form'd the earth and feas,
And spread the heav'ns alone.
"Thy mercy, Lord,
"Shall ftill endure;
"And ever fure
"Abides thy word."
3 His wifdom fram'd the fun
To crown the day with light;
The moon and twinkling stars,
To chear the darkfome night.
"His pow'r and grace
"Are ftill the fame;
"And let his name
"Have endless praife.
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