4 The vices of the mind he heals,
And cures the pains which Nature feels,
Redeems the foui from hell, and faves
Our wafting lives from threat'ning graves.
5 Our youth decay'd his pow'r repairs ;
His mercy crowns our growing years:
He fatisfies our mouths with good,
And fills our hopes with heav'nly food,
6 He fees th' oppreffors and th'joppreft,
And often gives the fuffèrers reft:
But will his juftice more display
In the laft great rewarding day.
7 [His pow'r hefnew'd by Mofes hands,
And gave to Ir'el his commands;
But fent His Truth and Mercy down
To all the nations, by his Son.
8 Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs,
Let the whole earth adore his grace;
The Gentile, with the Jew, thall join
In work and worship so divine.}
PSALM CIII. Second Part. Long metre. God's gentle chaftisement; or His tender mercy to His People.
HE Lord how wond'rous are his ways;
How firm his truth; how large his grace
He takes his mercy for his throne.
And thence he makes his glories known.
2 Not half so high his pow'r hath_spread
The ftarry heav'ns above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half fo far hath Nature plac'd
The rifing morning from the West,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of thofe he loves.
How flowly doth his wrath arife.!
Qa fwifter wing falvauon flies a
And, if he lets his anger burn,
How foon his frowns to pity turn!
Amidft his wrath.compaffion fhines;
Is ftrokes are lighter than our fins;
And while his rod corrects his faints,
His ear indulges their complaints.
6 So fathers their young fons chaftife
With gentle hands and melting eyes:
The children weep beneath the fmart,
And move the pity of their heart.
7 The Mighty God the Wife and Juft,
Knows that our frame is feeble duft;
And will no heavy loads impofe
Beyond the ftrength which he bestows.
8 He knows how foon our nature dies,
Bafted by ev'ry wind that flies :
Like grafs we fpring, and die as foon,
As morning flow'rs which fade at noon.
9 But His Eternal Love is fure
To all the faints and fhall endure;
From age to age his Truth fhall reign,
Nor children's children hape in vain.
PSALM CIII. First part. Short metre.
Praife for Spiritual and Temporal mercies.
BLESS the Lord, my foul !
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongues to blefs his name,
Whofe favors are divine.
2 O blefs the Lord, my foul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten, in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 Tis he forgives thy fins ;.
'Tis he relieves thy pain;
Tis he who heals thy fiekneffes,
And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love.
When ranfor'd from the grave;
He who redeem'd my foul from heil
Hath Sov'reign Pow'r to fave.
3 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the fuff'rers reft;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And juftice for th' oppreft.
6 His wond'rous works and ways
He made by Mofes known;
But fent the world his truth and grace-
By His beloved Son.
PSALM CIII. Second part.
Abounding Compaffion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgment.
MY Whole mercies are fo great s
[Y foul, repeat His praise
Whofe anger is fo flow to rife,
So ready to abate.
2 God will not always chide;
And when his ftrokes are felt,
His ftrokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
3 High as the Heav'ns are rais'd
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our higheft thoughts exceed.
4. His pow'r fubdues our fins
And his forgiving love.
Far as the Bay is from the Wefts,
Doth all our guilt remove.
5 The pity of the Lord,
To thofe who fear his name,
Is fuch, as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame
6 He knows we are but duft,
Scatter'd with ev'ry breath :
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can fend us fwift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning-flow'r ;
If one tharp blaftsweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
8 But thy compaffions Lord,
To endiefs years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promife fure.
PSALM CIII. Third part:
God's Univerfal Dominion; or Angels praise the
HE Lord, the Sov'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high;
O'er all the heav'nly world he rules
And all beneath the sky.
2 Ye angels great in might,
And fwift to do his will,
Blefs ye the Lord whofe voice you hear.
Whofe pleasure ye fulfil.
3 Let the bright hofts who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.
While all his wond'rous works Through his vaft kingdom fhew Their Makers glory thou my foul, Shalt fing his graçes too.
The Glory of God in Creation and Providence. foul, thy Great Creator praise;
MWhen cloth'd in his celeftial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And like a robe his glory wears.
Note, This pfalm 1 ay be fung to St. Helen's fune
by adding the following lines to each stanza, viz.
Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame
An equal honor to his name?
(Otherswife it may be fung to any Long metre tune.)
2 The heav'ns are for his curtains fpread;
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed;
Clouds are bis char'ot, when he flies
On winged storms across the fkies.
3 Angels (whom his own breath inspires)
His minifters are flaming fires;
And, fwift as thought, their armies move,
To bear his vengeance or his love.
4 The world's foundations, by his hand,
Are pois'd, and shall forever stand;
Hebinds the ocean in his chain
Left it fhould drown the world again.
When earth was cover'd with the flood,
Which high above the mountains food,
He thunder'd and the ocean fled,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
6 The fwelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet, thence convey'd by fecret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.
7 He bids the chryftal fountains flow;
And cheer the vallies as they go:
Tame heifers there their thirft ailay,
And for the ftream, wild affes bray
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