There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops defcend in vain.
6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beast with food his hands fupply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
7 What is the creature's skill or force,
The fprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb!
All are too mean delights for him.
8 But faints are lovely in his fight;
He views his children with delight:
He fees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
PSALM CXLVII. Second Part.
Summer and winter.
A Song for Great Britain.
Britain praise thy mighty God,
and
And make his honours known abroad;
He bid the ocean round thee flow:
Not bars of brass could guard thee fo.
2 Thy children are fecure and bleft;
Thy shores have peace, thy cities reft;
He feeds thy fons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 Thy changing seasons he ordains,
Thine early and thy later rains:
His flakes of fnow like wool he fends,
And thus the fpringing corn defends.
4 With hoary froft he strows the ground;
His hail defcends with clatt'ring found:
Where is the man fo vainly bold,
That dares defy his dreadful cold!
5 He bids the Southern breezes blow;
The ice diffolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call the Britons to his praise
6 To all the ifle his laws are fhown;
His gofpel through the nation known ;
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To ev'ry land. Praise ye the Lord.
PSALM CXLVII. 7,—9, 13,-18. Com. Me
The feafons of the year.
7ITH fongs and honours founding loud Addrefs the Lord on high;
Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the fky.
2 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffing down To chear the plains below;
He makes the grafs the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the ravens cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.
4 His fteady counfels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the fun cut short his race,
And wint'ry days appear.
5 His hoary froft, his fleecy fnow,
Defcend and clothe the ground:
The liquid ftreams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
6 When from his dreadful ftores on high
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares this God defy
Shall find his courage fail.
He fends his word and melts the fnow,
The fields no longer mourn:
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.
The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:
With fongs and honours founding loud,
Praise ye the fov'reign Lord.
Praife to God from all creatures.
E tribes of Adam, join
With heav'n and earth and feas,
And offer notes divine
To your Creator's praise.
Ye holy throng
Of angels bright
In worlds of light
Begin the fong.
2 Thou fun with dazzling rays,
And moon that rules the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise,
With ftars of twinkling light.
His pow'r declare,
Ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly
In empty air.
3 The fhining worlds above
In glorious order ftand,
Or in fwift courses move
By his fupreme command,
He fpake the word,
And all their frame
From nothing came
To praise the Lord.
4 He mov❜d their mighty wheels In unknown ages past,
And each his word fulfils
While time and nature laft,
In diff'rent ways
His works proclaim
His wond'rous name,
And fpeak his praise.
5 Let all the earth born race,
And monsters of the deep,
The fish that cleave the feas,
Or in their bofom fleep,
From fea and fhore
Their tribute pay,
And still display
Their Maker's pow'r.
6 Ye vapours, hail and fnow,
Praise ye th' almighty Lord,
And ftormy winds that blow
To execute his word.
When lightnings fhine,
Or thunders roar,
Let earth adore
His hand divine.
7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler fize, That fruit in plenty bear;
Beasts wild and tame,
Birds, flies, and worms,
In various forms
Exalt his name.
8 Ye kings, and judges, fear,
The Lord, the fov'reign king;
And while you rule us here,
His heav'nly honours fing:
Nor let the dream
Of pow'r and state
Make you forget
His pow'r fupreme.
9 Virgins and youths, engage
To found his praise divine,
While infancy and age
Their feeble voices join:
Wide as he reigns
His name be fung
By ev'ry tongue
In endless ftrains.
10 Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them tafte his love;
While earth and sky
Attempt his praise,
His faints fhall raise
His honours high.
PSALM CXLVIII. Paraphrafed in Long Metre.
Univerfal praife to God.
OUD hallelujahs to the Lord,
From diftant worlds where creatures dwell;
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