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z Seasons and Times obey his Voice ;
The Ev’ning and the Morn rejoice
Laden with Fruit and dreft in Flow'rs. 3 'Tis from his wat'ry Stores on high
He gives the thirsty Ground Supply:
Doth his enriching Drops dispense. 4 The Desart grows a fruitful Field,
Abundant Food the Valleys yield;
And neighb'ring Hills repeat their Joys. 6 The Pastures smile in green Array;
There Lambs and larger Cattle play ;
A Prayer-bearing God, or the Gentiles called.
There shall our Vows be paid :
All Flesh shall seek thine Aid. 2 Lord, our Iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning Grace is thine,
To conquer ev'ry Sin.
To bring them near thy Face,
To feaft upon thy Grace.
Thy Truth and Mercy Thine,
Fulfil thy kind Design.
Thus shall the wond'ring Nations see
The Lord is good and just ;
And make thy Name their Trust.
PSALM LXV, Fourth Version. Second Part.
God of eternal Pow'r ;
And Tempeits cease to roar.
Successive Comforts bring;
Thy Flow'rs adorn the Spring.
Heav'n, Earth, and Air are thine ; When Clouds distil in fruitful Show'rs,
The Author is divine. 4 Those wand'ring Cisterns in the Sky
Born by the Winds around, With wat'ry Treasures well supply
The Furrows of the Ground.
And Ranks of Corn appear :
The Blesings of Providence.
Who makes the Earth his Care,
And bids the Grass appear.
Pour out at thy Command
To chear the thirsty Land,
3 The foften'd Ridges of the Field
Permit the Corn to spring; The Valleys rich Provision yield,
And the poor Lab'rers sing. 4 The thirsty Hills on ev'ry Side
Rejoice at falling Show'rs:
Perfume the Air with flow'rs,
Promise a joyful Crop ;
And raise the Reapers Hope.
How bounteous are thy Ways ?
And Shepherds shout thy Praise.
Well may thy Praise our Lips employ,
And Darkness when to veil the Skies. 3 The flow'ry Spring at thy Command
Embalms the Air, and paints the Land;
To raise the Corn, and chear the Vine, 4 Thy Hand in Autumn richly pours
Thro' all our Coasts redundant Stores;
6 Here in thy House shall Incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our Eyes ;
Thy wond'rous Works of Kindness own. 7 Until our more harmonious Tongues
In loftier Worlds pursue the Songs;
PSALM LXV. Sixth Version. STEELE.
The God of Nature and Grace.
Her ardent Vows in deep Distress.
o be her grateful Praise as warm.
Our God, our Refuge, and our Stay;
To thee, shall ev'ry Nation pray.
And Hope almost expiring lies,
And bid our dying Hopes arise.. 4 Happy the Man approv'd by thee,
Near to his God, thy chosen Care;
The Bounties of thy. Table share.
Ascend before thy awful Throne,
And make thy Grace and Justice known. 6 Thou art the Confidence and Stay
Of the wide Earth's remotest Ends;
On thee their Hope, their All depends..
8 That Word which stills the raging Seas,
When the loud Waves tempestuous roar,
And Noise and Tumult are no more. 9 Thy dreadful Signs display'd abroad,
Fili trembling Nations with Surprize ;
PA S E.
Repeat thy Praise with grateful Voice;
And laden with thy Gifts rejoice.
All smiling round thy Bounty Ihow;
Thy rich diffusive Blessings flow.
Which thy indulgent Hand prepares ;,
And answers all the Sower's Cares.
And thy kind Blessing makes it grow.
Thy Paths drop Fatness all around;
And echoing. Hills return the Sound.
PSALM LXV. Seventh Version.
Who fix'd the Mountains, and who spread the Skies;