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3 How have thy Acts my wakeful Rreaft

With rapt’rous Gratitude impress’d!
How joys my Tongue, with holy Flame

Inspir'd, thy Wonders to proclaim !
4 Great are the Works thy Hand has wrought,

And deep beyond all Search thy Thought;
Thou, Lord, above the starry Plain,

In endless Majefty shalt reign : 5 Fair as amidst their native Bed

The ftately Palms their Branches spread,
Or Cedars, tow'ring to the Skies,

On Lebanon's broad Summit rise,
6 Within thy Courts the Juft shall stand;

And, nourish'd by thy foft'ring Hand,
Each adverse Blast by thee repellid,

To latest Age their Fruits shall yield. 7 Thy Goodness shall their Lips record,

(God of their Strength!) thy ev'ry Word
În Truth's unvarying Balance weigh'd,
Thy ev'ry Act by Justice fway'd.
PSALM XCII. Second Version. TATE,

A Pfalm for the Lord's Day.
OW good and pleasant is the Work

To bless the Lord most high;
And with repeated Hymns of Praise

His Name to magnify!
2 With ev'ry Morning's early Dawn,

His Goodness to relate ;
And of his constant Truth, each Night,

The glad Effects repeat.
3 How wond'rous are thy Works, O Lord,

How deep are thy Decrees?
Whose winding Track, in Secret laid,

No thoughtless Sinner fees.
4 Tho' wicked Men, like blooming Flow'rs,

Awhile look fresh and gay;
Soon muft their short-liv'a Beauty, fade,

Their Glory pass away.

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L XCII. 5 But those who keep the Laws of God,

Within his Courts shall thrive; Their Vigor and their Fruitfulness

Shall in old Age revive. 6 Thus will the Lord his Justice shew

And God, our strong Defence, Will due Rewards to all the World

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PSALM XCII. Third Version. First Part. WATTS.

WEET is the work, my God, my King,

To praise thy Name, give Thanks and fing; To Mew thy Love by Morning-Light,

And talk of all thy Truth at Night.. 2 Sweet is the Day of facred Reft, No mortal Cares shall seize

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Breast;
O may my Heart in Tune be found
Like David's Harp of solemn Sound!
3 My Heart shall triumph in the Lord,

And bless his Works, and bless his Word;
Thy Works of Grace how bright they shine!
How deep thy Counsels! how divine!
Lo! I shall share a glorious Part
When Grace hath well refin'd my Heart,
And fresh Supplies of Joy are shed

Like holy Oil to chear my. Head.
5. Then shall I fee, and hear, and know

All I defir'd or with'd below;
And every Pow'r find sweet Employ
In that eternal World of Joy..

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PSALM XCII.

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The Church is the Garden of God..
ORD, 'tis a pleasant Thing to stand,

In Gardens planted by thine. Hand ;;
Let me within thy Courts be seen
Like a young Cedar fresh and green.

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2 There grow thy Saints in Faith and Love,

Bleft with thine Influence from above;
Not Lebanon with all its Trees
Yields such a comely Sight as these.
The Plants of Grace shall ever live;
Nature decays, but Grace must thrive :
Time, that doth all Things else impair,
Still makes them flourish Itrong and fair.

Laden with Fruits of Age they thew out. F'The Lord is holy, juft and true;

None who attend his Gates shall find - KH A God unfaithful or unkind,

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PS A L M XCIII. First Version. MERRICK
God the eternal Sovereign, and Lord of Natures
HE Lord th' eternal Scepter rears,

And Nature's Pow'r observant hears

Whate'er his Will injoins :
His Head with purest Splendors crown'd,
With Majesty he vests him round,

And girds with Strength his Loins,
2 Encircled by th' ethereal Space,
And fix'd by him on firmest Base,

The Earth's vaft Orb appears :
From earliest Age, great God, thy. Throne
Aloft in Heav'n prepar'd has shone ;

Nor numbers Time thy Years.
3 A Scene of Horror strikes my Eyes ;
The Floods, my God, the Floods arise,

And lift their 'Voice on high :
What Pow'r shall curb the headlong Tide ?
What bid the swelling Waves subside,

And clear the stormy Sky?
4 Thee, o'er all Height exalted, thee
The Deeps revere; at thy Decree

The Waves their Rage resign: Fix'd are the Laws by thee ordain'd; And Truth and Sanctity unftain'd Adorn thy awful Shrine.

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PSALM XCIII. Second Version. · TATE.
TITH Glory clad, with Strength array'd,

The Lord
The Earth's Foundations strongly laid,

And the vast Fabric ftill sustains.
2 Ere rolling Worlds began to move,

Or ere the Heav'ns were stretch'd abroad,
Thine awful Throne was fix'd above ;

From everlasting thou art God.
3 The Floods, O Lord, lift up their Voice,

And toss their troubled Waves on high ;
But God above can still the Noise,

And make the angry Sea comply. 4. Thy sov'reign Laws are ever sure;

And those who in thy Presence dwell,
That happy Station to secure,
Must still in Holiness excel.

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P'S ALM XCIII. Third Verfion. WATTS.. TEHOVAH reigns: He dwells in Light,

Girded with Majesty and Might; The World created by his Hands

Still on its first Foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious World was made,

Or had its first Foundation laid,
Thy Throne eternal Ages stood,

Thyself the everlasting God.,
3 Like Floods the angry Nations rise,

And aim their Rage against the Skies;
Vain Floods, that aim their Rage so high!

At thy Rebuke the Billows die.
4 For ever shall thy Throne endure ;

Thy Promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting Holiness
Becomes the Dwellings of thy Grace.
PSALM XCIII. Fourth Version. Watts.

HE Lord of Glory reigns; he reigns on high;
His Robes of State are Strength and Majesty :

This wide Creation rose at his Command,
Built by his Word, and stablish'd by his Hand :
Long stood his Throne ere he began Creation,

And his own Godhead is the first Foundation. 2 God is th' eternal King. Thy Foes in vain

Raise their Rebellions to confound thy Reign:
In vain the Storms, in vain the Floods arise,
And roar, and toss their Waves against the Skies;
Foaming at Heav'n they rage with wild Commotion,

But Heav'ns high Arches scorn the swelling Ocean. 3 Ye Tempests rage no more; ye Floods be ftill,

And the mad World submissive to his Will:
Built on his Truth his Church must ever stand;
Firm are his Promises, and strong his Hand;
See his own Sons, when they appear before him,
Bow at his Foot-Stool, and with Fear adore him.
PSALM XCIII.“ Fifth Version. WATTS.

HE Lord Jehovah reigns,

And royal State maintains,
His Head with awful Glories crown'd;

Array'd in Robes of Light,

Begirt with sov’reign Might,
And Rays of Majesty around.

Upheld by thy Commands

The World securely stands ;
And Skies and Stars obey thy Word ;

Thy Throne was fix'd on high

Before the Starry Sky; Eternal is thy Kingdom, Lord. 3

[In vain the noisy Croud,

Like Billows fierce and loud,
Against thine Empire rage and roar ;
In vain with angry Spite

The surly Nations fight,
And dash like Waves against the Shore.
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Let Floods and Nations rage,

And all their Pow'rs engage,
Let swelling Tides assault the Sky,

The Terrors of thy Frown

Shall beat their Madness down ;
Thy Throne for ever stands on high.]

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