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· He thunders, and all Nature mourns;
SALM CXV. First Version. First Part. MERRICK.
The extreme Folly of Idol Worship. 1 HY' should the Heathen Tribes demand,
's now the God of Israel's Land ?” In Heav'n our God has fix'd his Throne, That Lord whose Will and Act are one. : Not.such the Gods whom ye adore, That, once a. Mass of fapeless Ore, Now crown'd with furtive Honors stand,
The Creatures of the Artist's Hand;. 3. Of Sense-belying Parts poffefs'd,
In useless Imag-ry express’d; [Of Mouth, but not for Speech design'd;
Of Ears and Eyes, yet deaf and blind : 4. Whofe Nostrils, as along the Fane
It breathes, the Incense greets in vain ;
Whose Throat has never Sound convey'd :
Unvisited by Wisdom's Ray
With fruitless Pray’r invoke their Aid. 6 Ye happier Sons of Israel's Line,
Conducted by the Light divine,
firm Reliance build ; Him own your Refuge, him your Shield.
PSALM CXV. First Version. Second Part. Praise to God the Refuge and Confidence of the Righteous, a E Souls with
2 Behold his Beams around us shine :
He, Jacob, he shall bless thy Line,
To him who in the Cot resides, 3
To you, to yours, till Time shall end,
By him who form the Earth and Heav'n : 4 That Heav'n, within whose awful Bound
Himself, with brightest Glory crown'd,
The Earth (his Gift) its Tenants owns.
The Debt of hallow'd Praise shall pay,
But filent in the Dust repose :
The grateful Labor to pursue ;
But to thy sacred Name,
And Truth's eternal Fame.
The God whom we adore ?
And uncontroul'd thy Pow'r.
The Works of mortal Hands:
The molten Idol stands.
But neither hears nor smells;
No Life within it dwells.
$ Such senseless Stocks they are, that we
Can nothing like 'em find;
And them for Gods design'd.
Who is your Help and Shield ;
Who only Help can yield.
On him they fear rely;
And all their Wants supply.
Increase of Blessings bring; ->
Thrice happy they, who Fav'rites are
Of this almighty King.
His Empire's Seat design'd;
gave this lower Globe of Earth
A Portion to Mankind.
To him no Praise afford:
Our ever living Lord.
OT to ourselves, who are but Dust,
Not to ourselves is Glory due;
Say, ".Where's the God you've feru'd so long ?" 3 The God we serve maintains his Throne
Above the Clouds, beyond the Skies,
Vei 1 To
They have no Speech, nor Thought, nor Pow'r, nor Love;
4 But the vain Idols they adore
Are senselefs Shapes of Stone and Wood ;
The 5 [With Eyes and Ears they carve their Head,
WE Deaf are their Ears, their Eyes are blind; In vain are costly Off'rings made,
And Vows are scatter'd in the Wind. 6 Their Feet were never made to move,
Nor Hands to save when Mortals pray.
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 0 Ifrael, make the Lord thy Hope,
Thy Help, thy Refuge, and thy Reft;
And bless the People and the Priest.
They dwell in Silence and the Grave,
PSALM CXV, Fourth Version, WATTS.
OT to our Names, thou only Just and True,
Not to our Names, Great God, is Glory due;
your 2 Heav'n is thine higher Court: There stands thy Throne,
And thro' the lower Worlds thy Will is done:
, But Fools adore the Gods their Hands have made: The kneeling Crowd with Looks devout behold Their Silver Saviours, and their Saints of Gold. 3 [Vain are those artful Shapes of Eyes and Ears ;
The molten Image neither fees nor hears :
Yet fottish Mortals make their long Complaints * To their deaf Idols, and their moveless Saints.
The Rich have Statues well adorn'd with Gold;
And trust the Gods which Saws and Hammers made..] i Be Heav'n and Earth amaz'd!. 'Tis hard to say
Which is more stupid, or their Gods, or they.
He is thy Help, and he thy Heav'nly Shield.. 6 O Britain, trust the Lord: Thy Foes in vain
Attempt thy Ruin, and oppose his Reign;
PSALM CXVI. Firft Version,
First Part. MERRICK
For God the Voice of my Request
My Lips to him the Pray'r shall pour.
The Grave its Horrors to my View
“ And turn th' impending Stroke afide.”. 3 Thou, mightiest Father, thou wert nigh;.
To save my Soul from Death, mine Eye