My work and joy shall be the fame,
In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown,
And let his praife be great:
I'll fing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace fhall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men that bear my facred fong
Shall join their chearful voice.
Fathers to fons fhall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations found thy praife.
5 Thy glorious deeds of antient date
Shall thro' the world be known;
Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state
With public fplendor fhown.
6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,
Thy faints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
PSALM CXLV. Second Part. 7, &c.
The goodness of God.
WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly king:
Let age to age thy righteousness
In founds of glory fing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the fkies;
Through the whole earth his bounty fhines, And ev'ry want fupplies.
3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food,
Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord!
How flow thine anger moves!
But foon he fends his pard'ning word
To chear the fouls he loves.
Creatures with all their endless race
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But faints that tafte thy richer grace
Delight to bless thy name.
PSALM CXLV. 14, 17, &c. Third Part.
Mercy to fufferers; or, God hearing Prayer.
ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness fpeak,
Thou fov'reign Lord of all;
Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
2 When forrow bows the fpirit down,
Or virtue lyes distrest
Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown,
Thou giv❜ft the mourners reft.
The Lord fupports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and juft are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
4 He knows the pain his fervants feel,
He hears his children cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil
His grace is ever nigh.
5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart fincere;
He faves the fouls, whofe humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
6 [His ftubborn foes his fword fhall flay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none that ferve the Lord fhall fay,
"They fought his aid in vain."]
7' [My lips fhall dwell upon his praife,
And fpread his fame abroad;
Let all the fons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]
PSALM CXLVI. Long Metre.
Praife to God for his goodness and truth.
Raife ye the Lord, my heart fhall join
In work so pleasant, fo divine;
Now while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my foul afcends to God.
2 Praife fhall employ my nobleft pow'rs,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being laft.
3 Why fhould I make a man my trust?
Princes muft die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r
And thoughts all vanifh in an hour.
4 Happy the man, whofe hopes rely
On Ifra'l's God: he made the sky,
And earth and feas with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth for ever stands fecure:
He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor;
He fends the lab'ring confcience peace,
And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe.
The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord fupports the finking mind;
He helps the stranger in diftrefs,
The widow and the fatherless.
He loves his faints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
PSALM CXLVI.
Praife to God for his goodness and truth.
'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is loft in death
Praise fhall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praife fhall ne'er be past
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Why fhould I make a man my trust?
Princes muft die and turn to duft;
Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r And thoughts all vanifh in an hour, Nor can they make their promife good.
3 Happy the man whofe hopes rely On Ifra'l's God: he made the sky,
And earth and feas with all their train:
His truth for ever ftands fecure;
He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor,
And none fhall find his promife vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord fupports the finking mind;
He fends the lab'ring confcience peace,
He helps the ftranger in diftrets,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the pris'ner fweet releafe.
5 He loves his faints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to bell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:
Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age
In this exalted work engage;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is loft in death,
Praise fhall employ my nobler pow'rs;
My days of praife fhall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
PSALM CXLVII. Firft Part. The divine nature, providence and grace. Raife ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise: His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2. The Lord builds up Jerufalem,
And gathers nations to his name:
His mercy melts the ftubborn foul,
And makes the broken fpirit whole.
3 He form'd the stars, thofe heav'nly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names:
His wisdom's vast and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd,
4 Great is our Lord, and great his might;
And all his glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the juft,
And treads the wicked to the duft.
5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the fky:
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