"Bleft are the fouls who fear thee ftill,
And pay their daty to thy will.

3 Remember what thy mercy did
For Jacob's race, thy chofen feed:
And, with the fame falvation, biefs
The meaneft suppliant of thy grace.
4 O may I fee thy tribes rejoice,
And aid their triumphs with my voice!
This is my glory, Lord, to be

Join'd to thy faints, and near to thee.

PSALM CVI. Second part.

frael Punished and Pardoned; or, God's Unchangeable Love.

OD of Eternal Love,

G How fickle are our ways!

And vet, how oft did Ifr'el prove
TL conftancy of graee?

2 They faw thy wonders wrought,
And then thy-praife they fung;
But foon thy works of pow'r forgot,
And murmur'd with their tongue.
3 Now they believe his word,

While rocks with rivers flow:
Now with their lufts provoke the Lord,
And he reduc'd them low.

4 Yet, when they mourn'd their faults,
He harken'd to their groans,
Brought his own cov'nant to his thoughts,
And call'd them ftill his fons.

5 Their names were in his book,
He fav'd them from their foes:
Oft he chaftis'd, but ne'er forfook
The people whom he chole.

6 Let Ifr’el bless the Lord,
Who lov'd their ancient race :

And Chriftians join the folemn word,
Amen, to all the praife.'

PSALMCVil. First part. Long metre.

Ifrael led to Canaan, and Chriftians to Heaven.

G

VE thanks to God; he reigns above; Kind are his thoughts his name is Love; His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come fall own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record; Ifr'el, the nation whom he chofe, and refcu'd frora their mighty foes. [ When God's Almighty Arm had broke Their fetters, and th' Egyptian yoke, They trac'd the defart, wand'ring round A wild and foutary ground!

There they could find no leading road,
Nor city for a fix'd abode ;

Nor food, nor fountain to affuage
Their burning thirfi, or hunger's rage]
5 In their diftrefs to God they cry'd:
God was their Saviour and their guide;
He led their march far and'ring round:
"Twas the right path to Canan's ground,

6 Thus when our first release we gain
From fan's old yoke, and fatan's chain,
We have this defart world to pass,
A dang'rous and a tirefome place
7 He feeds and clothes us all the way:
He guides our footsteps, left we fray
He guards us with a pow'ifu hand,
And brings us to the heav'niy land.
8 Olet the faints with joy record
The truth and goodnefs of the Lord!
How great his works! how kind his ways !
Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praife.

PSALM CVII. Second part. Correction for Sin, and Releafe by Prayer. ROM age to age exalt his Name :

FROM to age exaltre fill the fame :

He fills the hungry foul with food,
and feeds the poor with ev ry good.
2 But if their hearts rebel and rife
Against the God who rules the skies;
If they reject his heav'nly word,
And flight the counfels of the Lord;
3 He'll bring their fpirits to the ground,,
And no deliv'rer fhall be found:

Laden with grief they waste their breath
In darkness, and the fhades of death.
A Then to the Lord they raife their cries,
He makes their dawning light arife,
And fcatters all the difmal fhade
Which hung fo heavy round their head.
5 He cuts the bars of brafs in two,
And lets the fmiling pris'ners through;
Takes off the load of guilt and grief;
And gives the lab'ring foul relief.

6 O may the fons of men record
The wond'rous goodness of the Lord!
How great his works! how kind his ways!
Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise,

PSALM CVII. Third part. Intemperance Punished and Pardoned ; or, A Pfalm for the Glutton and the Drunkard. AIN man on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains what loathfome maladies From luxury and luft arife!

VAIN

2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste: Yer drowns his health to please his taste : "Till all his active pow'rs are loft, And fainting life draws near the duft.

The glutton groans and loathes to eat
This foul abhors delicious neat,
Nature with heavy.oads oppreft,
Would yield to death to be releas'd.
4 Then how the frighted finners fly
To God for help with earnest cry!
He hears their groans prolongs their breath
And aves them from approaching death.

No medicine couid effect the cure

So quick fo caly or to fure.

The deadly fentence God repeals,
He fends his fov'reign word and heals.
6 O may the fons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord,
And let their thankful off rings prove
How they adore their Maker's love.

PSALMCVII. Earth Part. Long metre
Deliverance from Storms and Shipwreck'; or the
Seaman's pong.

WOULD you behold the works of God,

wonders in the world abroad

Go with the mariners and trace
The unknown regions of the feas.

2 They leave their native fhores behind,
And feize the favor of the wind:
Till God commands and tempefts rife,
Which heave the ocean to the flies.

3 Now to the heav'ns they mount amain;
Now dink to dreadful dreps again;
What ftrange fights young failors feel,
And like a flagg'ring drunkard reel !

4 When land is far and death is nigh,
Lot to ail hope to God they cry:
His mercy hears their loud addrefs,
And fends falvation in diftreis.

He bids the winds their wrath affuage, The furious waves forget their rage; "Tis calm; and failors fmile to fee The haven where they with'd to be, 6 O may the fons of men record The wond'rous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private off'riegs bring, And in the Church His Glory fing. PSALM CVII. Fourth Part Com metre. The Mariner's Pfalm.

THY

PHY works of glory mighty Lord,
Thy wonders in the deep,

The fons of courage fhall record;
Where rolling oceans fleep.

2 Atthy command the winds arife,
And fwell the tow'ring waves;
The men altonih'd mount the skies,
And fink in gaping graves.

3 Again they climb the watry hills,
And plunge in deeps again :
Lach, like a tott'ring drunkard reels,
And finds his courage vain.

4 Frighted to hear the tempeft roar,
They pant with flutt'ring breath:
Ard, hopeless of the distant fhore,
Expect immediate death.].

Then to the Lord they raise their cries;
He Fears the loud request:

And orders filence through the fkies.
And lays the floods to reft.

6 Sailors rejoice to loofe their fears,
And fee the ftorm allay'd;

Now to their eyes the part appears,
There let their vows be paid

7' Tis God who brings them fafe to land;
Let ftupid mortals know,