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5 Let every Creature join to bless
The mighty Lord; and thou, my Heart,
for his Goodness. tu LESS, O my Soul, the living God,
Call Home thy Thoughts that rove abroad,
His Favors claim thy highest Praise :
The Vices of the Mind he heals,
His Mercy crowns our growing Years :
And fills our Hopes with heav'nly Food,
He sees th' Oppressor and th' Oppreft,
In the last great rewarding Day.
And gave to Ifrael his Commands;
To all the Nations by his Son.
Let the whole Earth adore his Grace;
God's tender Mercy.
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 starry Heav'ns above our Head,
Exceeds the highest Hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath Nature plac'd
The rising Morning from the West,
The Pangs of Guilt from those he loves. 4 Amidst his Justice Mercy shines,
His Strokes are lighter than our Sins :
His Ear indulges their Complaints.
With gentle Hand and melting Eyes :
And move the Pity of their Heart.
Knows that our Frame is feeble Dust;
Beyond the Strength that he bestows. 7 He knows how soon our Nature dies,
Blasted by ev'ry Wind that Aies;
Or Morning Flow'rs that fade at Noon. 9 But his eternal Love is sure
To all his Saints, and shall endure :
Praise for temporal and spiritual Mercies.
Whose Favors are divine.
Forgotten in Unthankfulness,
And without Praises die. 3
'Tis he forgives thy Sins,
'Tis he relieves thy Pain,
And makes thee young again. 4
He crowns thy Life with Love,
When ransom'd from the Grave;
Hath sov’reign Pow'r to save. 5
He fills the Poor with Good ;
He gives the Suff'rers Reft;
And Justice for th’ Opprest.
He made by Mofes known;
By his beloved Son.
PSALM CIII. Fourth Verfion. Second Part.
The abounding Compassion of God.
Whose Mercies are so great ;
So ready to abate,
And when his Strokes are felt,
And lighter than our Guilt.
Above the Ground we tread, So far the Riches of his Grace
Our highest Thoughts exceed. 4
His Pow'r subdues our Sins,
And his forgiving Love
Doth all our Guilt remove. 5 The Pity of the Lord
To those who fear his Name
Is such as tender Parents feel ;
He knows our feeble Frame.
Scatter'd with ev'ry Breath ;
Can send us swift to Death. 7 Our Days are as the Grass,
Or like the Morning-Flow'r;
It withers in an Hour.
To endless Years endure;
Thy Words of Promise fure.
PSALM CIII. Fourth Version. Third Part.
God's universal Dominion.
Hath fix'd his Throne on high;
And all beneath the Sky.
And swift to do his Will,
Whose Pleasure ye fulfil.
Thro' his vast Kingdoms shew
Shalt fing his Graces too.
Human Frailty, and God's tender Regard to it.
And make that Name our Trust,
From mean and lifeless Duit. 2 By Duft supported, ftill it stands,
Wrought up to various Forms, Prepar'd by thy creating Hands
To nourish mortal Worms..
3 A while these frail Machines endure,
The Fabric of a Day;
But moulder back to Clay.
This Thought is our Repose,
Its various Weakness knows.
While struggling with our Load; In Pains and Dangers thou art nigh,
Our Father, and our God.
We tend to Realms of Peace ;
Praise 10 God for bis Mercy and Goodness.
My God demands the grateful Song ;
The wond'rous Mercy of the Lord. 2 Divinely free, his Mercy flows,
Forgives my Crimes, allays my Woes,
And crowns me with indulgent Love. 2 He fills my longing Soul with Good,
Substantial Bliss ! immortal Food!
And triumphs o'er the Pow'r of Time. 3 In him the Poor oppreft fhall find
A Friend almighty, just and kind;
By Mofes taught, proclaim his Praise. 5
How far beyond our low Deserts,