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Thro' the whole Earth his Bounty shines,
And ev'ry Want supplies.

3 With longing Eyes thy Creatures wait

On thee for daily Food;

Thy lib’ral Hand provides their Meat,

And fills their Mouths with Good.
4 How kind are thy Compaffions, Lord!

How flow chine Anger moves!
But foon he fends his pard’ning Word

To chear the Souls he loves.
5 Creatures with all their endless Race

Thy Pow'r and Praise proclaim;
But Saints who taste thy richer Grace

Delight to bless thy Name.
PSALM CXLV. Fourth Version. Third Part.

God kind and merciful.
ET ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak,

Thou sov'reign Lord of all;
7 hy ftrength'ning Hands uphold the Weak,

And raise the Poor that fall.
2 When Sorrow bows the Spirit down,

Or Virtue lies distreit
Beneath some proud Oppreffor's Frown,

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Thou giv'it the Mourners Reit.

OF 3 The Lord supports our tott'ring Days,

And guides our giddy Youth;
Holy and just are all his Ways,

And all his Words are Truth. 34 He knows the Pains his Servants feel,

He hears his Children cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil

His Grace is ever nigh.
His Mercy never shall remove

From Men of Heart sincere;
He faves the Souls whose humble Love

Is join'd with holy Fear.

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6 Our Lips fhall dwell upon his Praise,

And spread his Fame abroad;
Let all the Sons of Adam raise

The Honors of their God.
PSALM CXLV. Fifth Version. DeNHAM.

God's Perfections and Providence celebrated.
Lord, my God, my Songs to hee

Replete with grateful Praise shall be ;
From Day to Day in sacred Verse
The Honors of thy Name rehearse.
Great is the Lord, his Praise no Bounds
Confine, no Line his Greatness founds :
That Generation which succeeds

Shall learn from this thy mighty Deeds : 3 The Honor of thy Majesty,

I'll fing, how wonderful ! how high!
The Measures of thy Grace who know?

Thy Mercy's swift, thy Anger flow.
4 O'er all, God's guardian Mercy stands,

His Bounty falls from equal Hands;
His wond'rous Pow'r his Works proclaim,
For which the Saints shall bless his Name.

5 God's Majesty, his Pow'r, the State

Of his Dominion, Saints relate ;
So large, so lasting, fo renown'd,

As neither Space nor Time can bound. 6 Thy Hand supports the drooping Head;

Has rais’d the Low, the Hungry fed :
The whole Creation, Men and Beasts,

Attending thee, thy Bounty feasts.
7 Juitice and Truth thy Ways secure;

And, like thyfelf, thy Works are pure :
To those who pray the Lord is near,
To all who


and are fincere.
8 Their Suits he grants, their Wants supplies,

And saves them when he hears their Cries:
All this the righteous Man enjoys,
But the Ungodly God destroys.

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9 My Lips his Praises shall proclaim,

And all who live shall bless his Name :
O Lord, my God, my Songs to thee
Replete with grateful Praise fhall be.
PSALM CXLV. Sixth Version. STIELE.
Y God, my King, to thee I'll raise
My Voice, and all

my Pow'rs; Unweary'd Songs of sacred Praise

Shall fill the circling Hours. 2 Thy Name shall dwell upon my Tongue,

While Suns shall set and rise, And tune my everlasting Song,

When Time and Nature dies.
3 Great is the Lord ! our Souls adore,

We wonder while we praise !
His Pow'r what Creature can explore,

Or equal Honors raise?
4. Yet shall thy Works, almighty Lord,

Our noblest Songs adorn;
Thy glorious Acts we will record,

For Ages yet unborn.
5 Thy Praise shall be my awful Theme,

The Wonders of thy Pow'r ;
I'll speak the Honors of thy Name,

And bid the World adore.
6 The Men that hear my facred Lyre,

Shall spread thy Praises round; While thy tremendous Deeds inspire

To Notes of folemn Sound. 7 But sweetly flowing Strains shall tell

The Riches of thy Grace ; And Songs of grateful Joy reveal Thy spotless Righteousness.

PAUS e. 8 How full the Lord's Compassions flow!

His Wrath, how how to rise ! Swift Pardon smiles upon his Brow, And Guilt and Terror dies,

9 How large his tender Mercies are !

How wide his Pow'r extends ! On his Beneficence and Care

The Universe depends.
10 Great God, while Nature speaks thy Praise,

With all her num'rous Tongues,
Thy Saints shall tune diviner Lays,

And Love inspire their Songs.
II Thy Pow'r and Grandeur they shall fing,

The Glories of thy Reign ;
Thy wond'rous Deeds, almighty King,

Shall fill the raptur'd Strain.
12 Thy Kingdom, Lord, for ever stands,

While earthly Thrones decay;
And Time submits to thy Commands,

While Ages roll away.
13 The falling Saint, with pow'rful Grace,

The God of Love will raise ;
The Humble, bending with Distress,

Shall rise and speak his Praife.
14 To thee, O Lord, for daily Meat,

Thy Creatures lift their Eyes;
On thee, their common Father, wait,

From thee receive Supplies.
15 Thy fov'reign Bounty freely gives

Its inexhausted Store;
And universal Nature lives

On thy sustaining Pow'r.
16 Holy and just in all its Ways,

Is Providence divine;
In all its Works, immortal Rays
Of Pow'r and Mercy shine.

37 Whoe'er invokes the God of Grace,

Shall find him ever near;
To all that humbly seek his Face
He lends a pitying Ear.

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18 His pitying Ear attends the Cry

Of those who fear his Name; Their ev'ry Want he will supply,

And raise their finking Frame. 19 How blest in his protecting Care,

The Souls who love the Lord !
While impious Men his Judgment dare,

And die beneath his Sword.
20 The Praise of God, delightful Theme!

Shall fill my Heart and Tongue ; Let all Creation bless his Name,

In one eternal Song.

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CXLV. Seventh Version.

Divine Mercy.
IS Mercy calls--awake, each grateful String,

Resound the Praises of our heav'nly King;
In Strains of Joy proclaim abroad
The boundless Mercy of our God,
The Mercies shewn us from above,

The Wonders of redeeming Love ;
Come let us in one sacred Chorus join,

Till our united Voices reach the Seats divine;
2 Where injur'd Saints, who us'd to mourn below,
Find their glad Breasts with Joys eternal glow;

Where thousand Tongues incessant cry,
All Glory be to God on high;
Dominion, Power, Praise, and then

Compassion to the Sons of Men.
Heav'n hears delighted, and the joyful Sound

Swell'd with celestial Music spreads the Regions round. 3 The Lord, though seated far beyond the Sky, Yet sees the Wretched with a pitying Eye;

His Eye beholds each anxious Care,
The lonely Sigh, the silent Tear;
He sees the Widow's streaming Eye,

And hears the hungry Orphans Cry i
Depending Worlds his facred Bounty share,
All Creatures find a part of their Creator's Care.

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